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colomb (m)
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I'm from d home of d turban where d lads r in purda
we makin stacks right on d corner with no powder
where only one famlay still steering the power
i feel like cud change it but i'm all about d counter
can u help me count
that's d word i say 2 my hard niggaz
and i'm well known around d block wit d managers
i'm talkin 'bout a state where u never see a real ballin wit a fake
so d couple haterz 'll be taking pills 4 'em ache(why)
we so tough but unfortunately kind of hardly seen
because my locals puttin 'em hands out like they in need of charity
but d word we spittin
believe it runs wit instinct
so when u right on my district
salute ilorin city.
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Po Deep (m)
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Ilorin? Thieving cunts them!
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Wordsmith
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LMAO @ Po Deep!
Check,
My feet tastes the ground in the city of Lagos/
death's the order o' the day when u livin' in Chaos/
from the seedy hate to the city rage/
livin' mouth to hand screamin' "gimme plates!"/
popo commit extra-judicials when the hollow-tips fly/
popos we depise, while street thugs blow the spliff high/
back home, you always watch your back homes/
never dream u git love/street thugs clap domes/
push shanks n steel enough to crack bones/
on wax, i drop a sweet 16, but the sweet 16s give heartaches on street 16/
kids rarely listen but the ears sing when the steel glistens/
day we hustlin', by night we bubblin'/
throw dice at the street corners, playa cards be shufflin'/
hour mornin' rush with the danfos and taxis/
molues on a high speed chase, conductors cuss and blast thee/
peeps pick errwhere for homes and build shanties/
get at that last corner where fellas light that ease up/
**. . . . .shit damn, about to have class, maybe later i'ma spark the re-up!/
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DIDONARY (m)
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I came n shine
and i rein from moonshine
don't u eva think that
time to shine
this is bigdiddo
u got to feel my style
rite here now
i wana brake it down. (grab!!)
As i gat that
i start my
undastand what i mean
and i pap mine
as i grab that
chk the mic out
i represent munshine
year straite up
blowin up the spat
with my flo sound hard
i don't need any blak mask
am a black man
Niger, Moonshine
i keep it lock down
i put it down
for the gees ready for the jam
don't u eva get it twisted
moonshine lon bo
mondo moti de tan
eyin ota keloro[i][/i]
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menike (m)
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I'm from the city of drug dealers, where nigga reign SUPREME
Classify yaself a thug in New York n' get bodied n' thrown into tea
We misled u to captivity n' gather ya dear wishes
You a dead man walkin' that's what niggas nickname ya wit only 20gs
Bitches up in Harlem, the waves of Frank Lucas lives
City of Guiliani, even John Gotti got knocked out of his sh**t
In Queens, bout chinchillas, guns n' fucked up rap monologues
Kids drop out of college cusz it obvious its a fucked up system
Catalyes ya motives whenever u up in Brooklyn or the Bronx
Stra8 at ya, we rob u of ya chain, steal ya chick n' ya hood
We don't front cusz NOTORIOUS still the best sh**t that eva rocked Hip Hop
Now name anotha city that got somthin' similar to A GOD SON n' JIGGA HOV
Homie we Blow, In Queens we say Fu*ck G-unit, 50 and Chino XL
The MURDERERS IN TOWN, even the Feds cudn't stop our ass
So next u catch a case- You knw what it do- NEW YORK NEW YORK we still run sh*t
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colomb (m)
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i'm from ilorin where we switch up game
mouth runners better get up lames
can't wait before we get ya'll outplay
court day only few is on case
shoot shots take shots 2 show ya'll whois at lost
only ballers standing us r dudes who gat d code thing
no disrecspect but unlike Po Deep
i really go deep in anything i say
but i soon as u see d shells that represent anything i spray
because where i stay niggaz don't want to kno who u r
everybody be actin like nothing is really goin down
because u don't want to start a beef over there
ur sis cud rape right at d spot where my dude sells tapes
kidnaped children even older one ritual
go 2 fuckin pastor but it's nothing spiritual
so better pay up they giving u an option
u never wana see ur daugther's body in decomposition
it ain't no bluff u don't want to come down here
try d cops line they 'll be like what's up there
because our zones is restricted
switch off ur GPS because we out of existence.(Paper).
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Po Deep (m)
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My city never sleeps
its shitty in d streets
on my balcony, checkin out d titties of them freaks.
We never hit cybercafés anymore, our laptops iz top notch
and we wont stop til the EFCC starts raidin hotspots
We're hot shots,
weather's hot as hell but still we rydin drop tops.
The block's hot but we don't never see no glocks popp'D, only rifles, man.
Knock knock,
who's there, the city that is got more honeyz dan d pooh bear,
they screw here & screw there,
get pregnant & their kids end up at d orphanage,
why? because these chickens don't know what d fcuk abortion is!
Lastly I'D like to say I rep d hood that bred d plantashun boiz,
all my Festac town muthafuckaz, make some noise!!
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chiogo (f)
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Hmmmm, I come from Bean-town
when u see me, u can tell how it goes down
Ain't nobody warned you
You just know we run ****(  ) stuff
And i ain't talkin' bout no street stuff
we just hold it down
When it comes to hustlin'
we got your back tho
'cause we be chasin' our paper on
whatever you need, u gon get
You gon come across the dumb and d smart,
the stupid and d corny, d cool and d nerdy
Bean-town is d home of white folks, u best believe 
So, u better expect smarty or rather nerdy folks
You damn right am one of 'em and u can pick on heels
right about now and start runnin'
because they all tried but ain't none
of 'em cld be like me
Go ask 'em, they confessed it "nobody can be like u"
Bean-town is a tough city if u want to play fool
Better get your game tight if u want to live till
u see your white hairs because believe me , d ghetto chicks will come at u
gotta learn how to stick it up or else u
turn to a sissy, now u don't want to do that.
hahaha, lol.I just like trouble, y'all.I know i suck but i gotta write smthin'.
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Alexpissu (m)
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I asked God Y my verse missing he said James reverse d bibles
Hip-hop aint dead went on vacation that is why i flow in riddles
I rep lagos where Niggaz use bullet instead of ink to write verses
Police purchases em cracks and can't fuckin press charges
Shetta in surulere where we smoke cracks to stay high like airplanes
Call d place police rejected area(P.R.A) cause we dish tragedy in plates
Everyniggaz want to play wise like solomon nobody wants to be old news
City of excellence where u breed your dreams when acting no jews(ju man)
A city where d madman are most suspected cause they too are hustlers
your guns are better vigilant than your naked eyes cheddars aint got brothers
G-men on convoy alloy rims customised jersies poppin em thang on fridays
We make d beers see d skies on weekends no secret act like hood gays
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colomb (m)
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Aight i'm still in da building ilorin city gat my back 4 real
felt ya'll 've been spitting flames
i told ya'll before this is d big boys zone
ain't 4 d lames so i'm gon be like starting it off again u kno my style
Chorus:
please dislay what u've gat
because we run d show
papoose just New York
but homey we run d globe
so light it up if u dead we'll pacify
but can't mess with ilorin city we r classfied
1st Take:
i gotta spit this out because i'm owning God my testimony
i'm always at d corner in this state of harmony
d pps here hard-hearted so they won't come 2 ur plight
d streets kind of clean like d beggars r on strike
but we still get money
right from d spot u r gettin nothing
we conning d dumb with d scopes because they'r corny
now we made kingpins
felt like coming 2 ur zone but i'm in love with this city
still pimpin discreetly ofcourse we r pretty
so when chicks looks at us
they'll be like damn thay r d real G
believe my words that's d way it goes in my County
so u don't need 2 kno about d kinds of cunts we, Ya dig?
Support d greatness.
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saucekid (m)
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what city do i come from?  ? i'm from lagos/choice city of hot dawgs the place tyt/atmosphere right/men, we're top notch feel like chilling out/damn we gat hotspots you get bar/you're either in or not we dey beef eachother/guy na close marking show yourself too much/ol'boy we start fighting mostly,if u dey live in face-me-i-slap-you better watch ur back because/men dey watch you b!tches full ground/i'm feeling like a king tag one,b*ng the other,you know the ish forever repping ma hood/because the city too good you wan try us?/go arrange with your crew |
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jerrymania (m)
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For d south niggas
Thank God we roll and stay in peace
goz for too many years watched what evil men did
our position in'this competition
is about our mission
its our rise to the top
no f*ck will stop our vision
and dese rugged real niggas got them riding in the skies
we pull the canon bomb and shoot niggas all up in they eyes
they still interrupting
because when we step into the moon
as i assume
enemies plans aint comin tru
But just be careful when open your door
don't be surprised when u found out d niggas front of u came with a mob
goz we walk these streets
with our bare feets
kilometres dare to ride
looking down the street
to find a nigga who can coincide
with our thug figga
and any nigga who still reps for the street
and pour some little liqour for our gone fellas
goz redemptions coming from the street church
where Ghetto hoods collide for a common cause
and all in all In God we trust.
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TwizD
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ha ha jerrymania i believe thats the name
ya can talk but you'll never have the game
some of us where born great, and others haters
i was born amongst greatness, but you is a fader
got cklicks on my tongue, innocent words like a nun
if ya had a ryhme book, i'D whipe my bum with it
if ya a had line man, you'D hang yoursely with it
i know your reading wondering how the hell i know it
but jerry its written all ober your name
this is a representitives arena
but dawg you in the middle of this is like a weenar
who released this lunatic from his jail cell
but since your out man, i'll put you in hell
yo talk about evil men your also evil man
but you've stepped on the wrong toes now i'm your demon
what the hell you going to shoot us with, besides your semen
i'm comin through, actually i'm comin after you
pS it aint worth it, not even my worste s***
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jerrymania (m)
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@ Twiz-D**k 
don't try hard to rhyme words
when u can't spit nigga, nigga,
nor be by force
i don't diss all i do is curse 'N' spit on your toungue
bet u bite your toungue there bitch,u's a sick moron
run son,pawn,u's a weed in a farm
young lolita bitch,i'm gona do u much harm
like bolaji broke ass and joo chet, u are wack
slack fag it's really hard to rap
so freeze your sorry ass
if u be following ma post,u'll c i spit venom
now your face is getting rotten goz u feel my misdeameanour
so chicken out nigga,
copy cat broke nigga
I prophecy on your ass
you gona be like this forever, 
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