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Christino:
Nigeria is finally in trouble, for all I care, This is clearly IBB's work. I never knew Yar'Adua was in the race, and all of a sudden he won by a whooping margin, anyone suspects some foul play here?

I'm not questioning his integrity but IBB couldn't have stepped down just like that, im wondering. . .

All the same, it's PDP's slot for the next 50 years no matter how harsh the president may be, i just hope Uncle Adua is not a figurehead

"Hit 'Em Up"

[Tupac]

I ain't got no mutha fuckin friends
Thats why I bleeped your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, mess your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I bleeped your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas mess for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't mess around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So mess peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
mess with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, See

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on yah
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the mess up}

Outlaw1:
Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pa*s the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of yah
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of yah nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bower
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, We hit 'em up

Pac;
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up

Outlaw3;
I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the mess?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

Outlaw4
You'se a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up


Pac;
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't want to see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the mess they going to be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
You want to mess with us
You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You fucking with me, nigga ?
You mess around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the mess up
Before you get smacked the mess up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
mess you and your mother fucking mama.
We going to kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
mess Mobb Deep,
mess Biggie,
mess Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then mess you too.
Chino XL, mess you too.
All you mother fuckers,
mess you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
mess you, die slow mother fucker.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh because our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
mess 'em.
We Bad Boy killas.

magneto:
@ them A[/b]ss [b]K[/b]issa[b]z

R.I.P.  g-string.x(tra large), boggy worm, 100 bra's, n green-eyed seed!!



magneto always steady on point like an ice pick//
only time i'm slippin musta been on an ice rink//    1
trying to step to Da Sniperz with some lame ass isht//
couple hollow tipz headed straight for your top lip//  2
in this here rap tourney my crew's still the illest//
we remain on top like the white in the guiness//    3
y'all fools couldn't spit tight with a noose round your neck//
i'ma piss on all your flows like a pregnancy test//  4
fcukin wannabe Ak[b]z[/b], Snakey got them real Ak[b]s[/b]//
u'll get hit to the ground, all the while screaming "mayday!"//  5
this 4-man gay team, claimin afro kings?. . . well, hey!//
guess what, me n my homies got your much needed hair spray//  6
zap!zap!, a zillion pellets zipping right through your hair space//
turning your muthafcukin black scalp into ashtrays//  7
your crew better than my crew??. . . duh, NEVER!//
y'all punks is fcukin lightweights just like a feather//  8
come close n u will get cut like a movie//
then tied up with less clothes on than a groupie//  9
y'all can keep running your lip, nigga that don't prick me//
i'll squeeze a pump, and put holes in your jaw like 50//  10
fo real, y'all really don't want no beef with we//
because we'll light your asses up like a christmas tree//     11
the thot of battling Da Sniperz got your bowels all shook//
the hardest thing u possibly can do is gimme that look//   12
talking much'll only make my fists restructure your mandibles//
lyrikal shots to your dome got your top dropped like convertibles//   13
this Sniper's a viper, got more flame than a lighter//
jab burning torches to your eyeballs, now your vision got brighter//   14
i lyrikally dismember y'all faster than a samurai's sword//
closest u been to a punch[i]line[/i] is getting serially mugged in your own ward//(think)  15
u lil wanksters, i see through your weak plans like contact lenses//
we tower over your camp like maximum security fences//  16
y'all against us is like nerds versus bouncers//
our punches be weighing in tons, urs is ounces//   17
outcome of this battle is a non-issue like PDP primaries//
Da Sniperz be da ruling clique, so we winning by wide margins//  18
better play your position and don't try to cross boundaries//
else u'll get taken to the cleaners like dirty laundry//  19
i'm exposing your wackness like that thong does your buttcheeks//
with them short arms extended, how the Bleep u gon' touch this//  20
negroe please!!! our isht erode your mentals(metals) like acid rain//
at the top, Da Sniperz stay permanent like carpet stains//  21
y'all Akz been officially murdered n thats a fact//
e yo! naijafan , c'mon help me bring that hook back//   22



LYRIKAL SNIPERZ RULE!!!!

hoodboi:
@ tianshie nd d metafuks
hook
is that a goat
no i think it's a vulture
eww it's a overgrown orangotan

verse

here goes i come again corect wit a sharp punches
hit niggaz up serve em lyrics like lunches
i kill niggaz worse than a heavily armed gunship
who this son a bitch dissin on
eww your face so ugly u make grown men cry
I'm your favourite rappers idol like luda
ya'll bitches bow to me like budha
no cock hungry bitch gon look @ your damned face
u come around dey lookdown wit d pretence of tyin dey shoelace
when i come to your hood bitches contest to stare @ my cute face
i might be in naija but i get more girls dan your dumb ass get
u nd your crew lock urselves up nd f**k each other till yo a**holes bleed
your bitch love my d**k love my tricks love my lips
that's why when i'm @ your crib your eyes start to glitter
your throat turned bitter
your eyes start 2 glimmer
you've been kilt but not forgoten
u'll go down in the book as the wackest that everexisted
defeat to u is somethin that can't be resisted
make u niggaz fall down nd die wit fear
nd bleed u till u drown in tears
don't mess wit hoodboi i be d greatest
my rhymes made every other mcee quit d contest

hook

he jst told ya'll d fact rite dere
he d greatest

check my rap it sounds melodic
to fagots like d metafucks it sounds so tragic
d whole metafucks is fagots
for a penny dey'll suck tianshies magot infested c**k
u d reason for d word wack that's why everyword u say suck
it's grown men dropin hits in here
so here's a penny take a walk
go get u, daddy tianshie nd d whole metafuks lolipops
look bitch don't ever step up to hoodboi
take it or leave yu jst been ethered

hook

all dese niggaz b tryin hoodboi
don't dey know dey askin for doom
not enough space in this town get out niggaz deres no room

Sid Green:
first off i want to say that was a tight verse from Magneto
i didnt really come up with much and i aint heard from 100bars yet prolly still dosent have internet back up but immo holla at him today and see wassup

Liquid Metal~i flow hard~like molten steel bars[think]
sniperz get drowned in their weak flow with no life guard
coming to your rescue~against your whole crew~i do like iyabasira rice
have the audience addicted~while i run the shit~like toilet visit at[b] night[/b]
put this fan of naija in a "Failed State" like his role model
defilbrators couldnt revive you~lying more stiff than a sango idol or castro's statue~at these lyrikal snipers i take a swipe
my flow is precise~slice~twice~as nice~as a double edged knife
cut short your life~have these nikkaz trying to hide
on rooftops to snipe~but let out one shot and do like "runaway" bride
been runing they mouth~but on D-day they are nowhere to be[i] seen[/i]
whispering~undercover "who's going to challenege Sid Green?"
like God said in genesis my sid[seed] would crush the head of the[b] snake[/b]
been winning since the beginning~you aint got flow just like a[b] lake[/b]
crowned an Afro king~ trying to imitate Magneto gets himself a helmet
i spray~like the name of my team~AK~so you rookie snipers don't test

---------------------HOOK---------------------
armed with an AK my team raise the roof
leave them snipers~with more head shots that proof
Gbade X, 100bars, Boggie1 and Sid Green don't test us
or i draw a map on your chest with bullets "make you for nor lost"
-------------------------------------------------

"i dey kampe"~holding onto the top spot like Baba and them PDP
don't believe tu face~i make "things happen" like the streets of LAG
Magneto thought he was fly so he hit the air but got pulled back down
crash landed like a bellview plane~to the metal bars i drop underground
like blue band~in a hot pan~i melt this "yellow bellied" nikka[think]
still wont flow hot~you get congealed fast by the harmattan weather
i make you see red like EFFC~take to the hills[heels] like mountain climbers
in this battle i wreck more havoc than MASSOB in onitsha

Jduck13:
@ Paddy Ho and his whack crew

U Got Mo dots on u den a giraffe
take aim and spit more lines den a graph
Hold ya ears c yea u feel my wrath
Who won? now lets all do da math
I'm a algebric eqaution hes kindergarten addition
dese people is hatin tryin to take up on my mission
Dese people wishin dey could defeat
this man in adolescence that aint never been beat
I leave a hole in ya heart an evalastin impression
And i have u people fallin like da stocks in da depression
every thing I spit u know I spit literally
because B u know I got more cheese then freakin Italy
I undastand why u talkin why u be hatin me
because U know I got more dough then a bakery
and i Cant be fakin man I  gotta spit real
got more Ice on my neck den in ya grill
and im so real im so ill wit a gun* hear gun cock in back ground*
I Got 99 problems but this Bit$$ aint one
* here gun shots*


yea My first shot took I believe it was a hit Lyrical Assasain Baby no one can do it betta

I decided to spit first
no need to rehaerse
I aint like paddy ho preparin
I jus come fresh wit da $hit I'm wearin

Da Snake:
@ Gbade X

Yo Yo I'm on da mic to spit
ruff u had enough
U who i going to get
aint gotta bluff
I'm tough
I'm strong
im long
and i b getin sexy ladies all da time in dey thngs
I pull a gat and blaze and blow
and call me father nature because I be makin it snow
gettin hoes
man my heart stay froze
don't care bought dese bi***es jus want to take off dey clothes
Yea I care bought dese bi***es like I care about U
I don't give a Fu** bought u or ya crew
whats a g to do
except kill and leave da mic sanguinaried
ive been rappin da game up and da mic yea its been carried
like a baby cradled and rocked
and u people stopped when Da snake got hot
well enough my keyboards quit
can't type no faster or itll jus split

no offense to no ladies its jus a ryme i really respect ladies

tianshie:
[b]     Blast Off From Canavero

                                (Tha King Returns wit pandorra's box)

@Menkike & tha hoodloyal fakers

It's goin down like javelins you bet it's hurtin competition
everybody get tha picture when they scannin my diction
I'm Chaka Zulu wit a burnin spear scorch you to ashes
seal you in an urn,I peed in it,now flip you into ganges
you're like an ostritch when I blaze tha heat ----
gettin a facial deep in pu*ssy you can't handle it ---- too scared to spit
I kicks it harder than John tha baptist and groovy babies
wiser than sages   make a nun blow me like Miles Davies!
I make it blast like hiroshima while you fryin in tha aftermath
stagger to tha mic  spit some blood  you're dead after that
can't step to me I'm hot bricks burn tha sole off your cold feet
catch a heart attack off tha grease of tha phat rhymes that I spit
and when I kick a whack rhyme it's your lyrics on a soccer ball
if you ever beat me it's in a dream you won't be waking from
can't mess wit MATADUHZ me and P too much heat for y'all
melt you wit a METAFUH like 'BANG a pyromanic doll'
menike you tryin to best me is like a lame try'na triple jump
or JUMBO tryin to BUNGEE jump  Bleep it is you dumb or what?
tha only thing you kickin is tha bucket when I grab tha mic
choke you wit my lines  tie tha cord  round your bruisin neck
spit more barz than a dinosaur cage  tear a page
out of tha verdic scriptures  eat it  and sh*t it on stage
I'm tha rage  bow down or get swept by this lyrical orgy
hoodloyals couldn't bite these  if they was CLIFFORD ORJI.

                             Hook
We takin off from cape canavero rockin your stereo
you either spacewalk wit us or let our blast burn terror
we headed for tha galaxies inside your mind we straddle
hoodloyals just our launchpad  we kilt those gay*gots[/b]

gbade, ex please, 'because i'm 'bout to get yo crew disbanded
i'll put tha Akz in da WOOD like they was fcukin ENCHANTED

yo sid green, i see you feel like a rap lord
you gotta split your fakeass throne like u's a fcukin coward
i see you so BROKE you can't even PAY attention
my lines be MEASURIN' in a whole new DIMENSION
the SHIT that i spit be sendin' you to the RESTROOM
can't be explain'd, peeps think you high on mushrooms
tick tick tock, its countdown to mass murder
call it what u want, but you wont be here after da slaughter
magneto wit da rifle, gon' to pull tha slugs in y'all
while me n snake be KICKIN' like you was fcukin FOOTBALLS.

@gbade.x
the first one was just introductory yarns. . . or at least, it didnt get picked.