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PUSS ASS NIGGER NIGGAS IN DALLAS TOLD U TO SLOW DOWN WITH THAT HARCORE RAP SHIT BUT U DIDN'T LISTEN HA HA ENJOY HELL

100Barz:
I beat ur ass Black & Blue n have you looking like Tie & Die.
I know I Wiped That Smile.

fuk u nigger
where is my paper ?

mmmmmmmmmm delicioso

I DON'T KNOW THE ORIGIN OF HALLOWEEN BUT I KNOW THANKSGIVING USE TO BE A NATIVE AMERICAN CULTUTRE

vient on va jouer means come and lets play

beauttiful

HE's gonna go and tell GOD THAT HE's been killing and fucking biitches all he's LIFE ON EARTH

U A FOOL CUZZ

I breaks 'em off, but I ain't speaking about between the thighs
I'm talking about cocking a gauge in between your eyes
It'll make you drop to your knees 'cause you realize
That a gat'll make any nigga civilized
Old buster-ass nigga talking bullshit
Don't know that I'm the wrong nigga to fuk with
Get lit or hit up by the doctor
A nigga that breaks 'em off properly
Real G so don't doubt it
I'm the one who's doing it while these other niggas talk about it
And if motherfukers come at me wrong
I straight put my forty-four Desert Eagle to his motherfucking dome
And show him why they call me the notorious one
The name is Dre Eastwood when I'm packing a gun
You don't believe me, well step up and give it a try
And if you die, you's a buster, 'cause real niggas don't die
But some still don't hear me, though
You're too near me not to hear me, nigga, yo
So now you know

KOOLEE=FIGHT

HAUSSA

I WANT THIS PINK HUMMER TRUCK RIGHT HERE

MINE LOOK BETTER THEN URS

Ewo awon boys yi.
Kamikaze on a Ketto level.
Yahooze!
E jami si jo!

DAMN LOVELY

TELL BIDDEN TO SEND ME A BLACK AMERICAN GIRL TO AFRICA ALL I NEED IS ONE AND UM GOOD I DEY CONFUSE WITH ALL THESE HORSE ARROUND HERE

HERE I AM MAM

I'M ALL ABOUT MY CAKE LIKE A FAX MACHINE/
EVRYTHING MATCHES LIKE A TWEEN/
I DON'T FUK WITH FAKE NIGGAS I RUN AWAY FROM THEM/
NOW I DON'T SAY THE BE WORD I CALL EM GERMS/
I'M TRYNA GET A CHICK TO LICK MY SPERM/
IM FROM THE BLOCK WHERE THE GUNZ GO SILENTLY/
DAWG U CAN'T MESS WITH ME/
UM ABOUT MONEY LIKE A BANKER/
BRING UR GIRL OVER HERE SO I CAN SPANK HER/

ganster right

Ewo awon boys yi.
Kamikaze on a Ketto level.
Yahooze!
E jami si jo!

BEARDS ARE GOOD FOR MALES THATS Y MUSLIMS DON'T PLAY WITH IT

DUMP HER HOMEY I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUK U DOING AT MY NIGGER's housse for real if u my bitch

DELICIOUS

I got the battling belt
The hardest battle I done ever been in is when I battled myself
I hold weight so don't make a giant battle with elf
For real, I'm tryna chill I gotta battle for health, I'm ill
And I feel like nephew a homosexual
Even if your flow is sick, I disinfect you
I'm special, if you're plugged in I disconnect you
I'm not gon' let you get disrespectful, I'm gon' 'dress you
I'm a mogul I don't care if I know you or never met you
I suggest you don't come at me wrong or I'm gon' correct you
I hope you don't think that security gon' protect you
Cause when them goons come in the room the done been left you
I bet you when me and them cats come them cats run, we ruthless
My niggas gets stupid if cats act dumb
You a lame, you putting my name in a rap, son
Is like putting a silencer on a cap gun
And why go and buy a chain when I can snatch one
To get you jammed, niggas like ''damn, where'd you get that from?''
I jack son like Mahalia, I'm trying to tell ya I'll F you up
Don't let 'em set you up for a failure
I'm a hustler, but I don't touch drug paraphernalia
I just did a tour in Dubai and Australia
The boy the best, I'm the greatest ever more or less
I'm just trying to figure out who the fuk I'mma slaugther next
I got my weight up, you better show some more respect
Before you pussies get ate up like MouthAction

holla at me if u got it

Ewo awon boys yi.
Kamikaze on a Ketto level.
Yahooze!
E jami si jo!

Alif, Lam, Meem.

This is the Book about which there is no doubt, a guidance for those conscious of Allah –

Who believe in the unseen, establish prayer, and spend out of what We have provided for them,

The story starts off, lil boy black in the ghetto
No matter what he does it's back to the ghetto (ghetto)
No choice but to adapt to the ghetto
So he adapts the ghetto
Yes, the crack and the metal
He takes no days off, for gettin his cocaine off
He ran back and forth so much he pissed Jose off
Now Jose was the cocaine boss
Straight from Columbia, his cocaine soft
But Jose was out fukin his sister
Hittin shorty off cuz' he had love for his sister
But shorty had no love for his sister
cuz' sister would sniff up everything Jose gives her
But shorty had a plan for them both
Plus he was good at handlin coke and Jose liked that
Problem was, he was pitchin for the dudes down the street
You know, CJ, Big Boo, and Melek
Now Melek is a killa, Boo is a killa
CJ well, he's just anotha nigga, but
Despite the fact, they didn't like the fact,
that he was close to Jose and he might just rat
And bein that, he was a pitcher there, he ain't a winner there
They set it up to get him there and hit him there
But shorty was smart, so before they gotta
load up and spark, he said hold up my heart, please,
then he said Please, look up in my bag,
It's cook up in my bag, it's all good up in my bag
And it's more where that came from
It get it from Jose, believe me, it's more where that came from
He had a lost and the game won
They let him go, chea, thinkin he would tell them know
where Jose was keeping the heavy coke
But instead he told Jose about that
And we all know Jose bout that
Next thing we know he seen Jose slouch back
In the chair like it's no way out that
He said shoot em Ima blow they house back
Next day Jose sent the 2-way uptown
and somebody blew they house down
Jose think shorty on his side
But he don't know shorty on his side
So shorty called Jose, like listen, it's going down, I need more cocaine
So they met up,
it was a set up, Guess who? CJ, Melek and Boo sped up
You seen the look on Joses's face
Like you never seen the look on old man's face, told him no man's great,
and it's no man's place, to fuk with no man's fam
Then he said, where's my sister before I kill you (ha, ha)