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Play your feet, no sleep lil' nigga don't lie down
It's real when the beef don't die down
Me I gotta eat, I keep the heat, so picture me high clown
I don't give a f*ck, ride later or ride now - keep it on the waist
Let a nigga jump, I'll have him leakin from the face
and put a beatin on the case
Niggaz in the hood might hate me
But they don't try shit cause them 38's ain't got no safeties
S dot, P dot, D-Block
Dolo at the juice bar, weed spot, came with the heat cocked
Seat low, black Crown Vic', let the beat knock
Deep thoughts, ride through New York, who got the streets locked
You can tell your man I'll smoke ya
Rap's Alejandro Sosa, hang you from the helicopter
Hoppin in the Yukon with the tanned out sofas
I only eat seafood
And when I look at these rappers I see seafood
I heard y'all don't give a f*ck niggaz, me too
We can meet up the bill, matter fact we can meet up to kill
And to niggaz from crosstown we can meet up the hill
Second album is comin I'm expectin the hate
But I'm the same S.P. so the weapons is placed
And I don't press charges
I'm the type of nigga that'll hop out the garbage
Dressed in camouflage like I came out the forest
Four in the Taurus
Cause everybody singin like the court need a chorus
I'm tired of the games, blowin niggaz brains out the frame
Point blank put it short get a florist, what?

100Barz:
Nah,You'll whoop your own ass trying to Battle Me, Myself and I.

what du mean doggy?

100Barz:
What are you trying to say?

U WANNA RAP BATTLE ME?

100Barz:
Any Comparism is UN-EQUIVOCAL,
Real Recognize Real guess you understand why the Respect is NOT RECIPROCAL.

NIGGAS THINK THE SICK
WELL THE ONLY THINK I CAN TELL U IS SUCK MY DICK

BITCH ASS NIGGER LOAD UR GUNZ
GOT BEEF WITH ME I PROLLY KILL UR SON
IM NUMBER ONE
SWEET ASS NIGGA UR RAP AINT HARDCORE
UR RAP IS MAD BORD
UMMA G
U A PUSSY
TAKE IT EAZY
THIS IS A COUPLE BARS BITCH TAKE IT EAZY

Bleep u paid me
who is ur bitch man she say me
I BE WHERE THE KAY B
NIGGAS PUSSY IN UR HOOD I SEE IT IN THEIR EYES
MY DICK SO BIG UR SHORTY WANNA RIDE
FUK WITH ME THEN DIE
IS FEEZY NIGGA IM THE BEST RAPPER ALIVE

Maynman:
FuckAllah

yo umma fuk up ur bastard ass yo

Maynman:
Pray to your Allah to tell you where I stay, or he is limited in that area?

Fuckface

I come with a lot of complications inside me
It's always people misleadin' me that are tryna guide me
Everyone wants to try me, but no one wants to buy me
Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me
Everyone talkin' lemons when everything is peachy
Everyone got they hands out, and it ain't to reach me

Maynman:
After your Allah sucks mine!

dont let me send a nigger to ur area to go and fuk u up 4 real im in togo u hoe ass nigger tell me where u at i bet u ur bitch ass cant

Maynman:
Fuk that Semitic god called Allah.

suk my dik

I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
But shawty from Cuba, still working on her visa
Her girlfriend, Lisa—met her in Puerto Rico
How she don't suck dick, but expect for me to eat her?
That ho crazy, man, you don't wanna meet her
But her homegirl, Nita, swallow cum by the liter
She look good in boy shorts and a beater
But this other girl, Quita, way sexier than Nita
I ain't lying—she the... hottest bitch, heater
But I'm a fucking freezer, yeah, I'ma fucking leave her
Yeah, I'm a fucking eagle, flyer and deeper
Smoke like a Cohiba, your ho give me cerebral
Now, get low and touch your toes for my people
And if you ain't fucking them, you ain't fucking me either
You think your man hot? Well, Bleep it, me: ether
Heard I got guap, wanna kick it like FIFA
Every day Christmas 'cause I'm smoking that wreath-a
Keep a lot of bitches like Queen Latifah
I am Southern-land, not Kiefer
Y-M-E for "Young Money Entertainment," ha
Run, dummy, finna bang it
You want beef? Then my money will arrange it
I am not fucking finna aim it
But that Nina Ross shout for me when I'm angry
Yeah, Hollygrove, biatch
Sloppy like Joe, you better go get G-I
All my guns knee high, M-O-N-E-Y
That's what I rely on, I'm gone
"He high"—yep, I'm three-high
I'm just schoolin' these bleeps like DeVry
College institution, finals and confusion
Stop with your excuses; hip-hop, I am seducin'
Beat you like producers, eat you like produce
Man, I'll Bleep your girl 'til her pussy got no juice
Now, she can't produce, so you won't be needing that, baby
'Cause all you really need is freezy F. Baby

Bitchiamjay:
My fat bank account got them chics all glued to me plus the boy is fuego/
His igbo girlfriend left the pauper for a Spanish guy cuz she wanted di ego/

niggaz said they hard now days
well fadal the only boy on he's block that get paid

Maynman:
Allah didn’t know the person he created will disbelieve? Allah is always doing trial and error.

fuk u nigger

quran verse

yeah after he finish breaking the fast

UM ALL ABOUT MY PAPER
NIGGER U is a hater
I load the glock then blow ur brains out
fuk ur bitch and i make her shout
nigga my money inportant to me like grills in the south
call me feezy or Fadal um about my bread
um in a lamborghini coop guetting head
nigga u cross me u gonna be dead
freestyle for nairaland
hard to see me shake niggas hand
um done with this freestyling ma come and get these papers in my hand

100Barz:
Damn
Now niggaz be claiming they ain't talking to me cause it shows the 7UP.

fuk u nigger get a job

100Barz:
Obviously Bitten.

If I'm a "Dumb Ass Nigga" that makes you my 'Waste Product'~ you Stupid Shit Bitch Ass

Retard ass nigger aint nobody talking 2 u

freezy baby, sleepy Mercedez
Six that maybe, get that navy
Get the baby, big fat ladies
Gimmie a break like kit kat ladies
Game I kick that daily, the reason why ya bytch act crazy
Ay, I'm the nigga that ya bytch act crazy
You betta fix that lady, you hit that lately, I get that baby
The boy is a mack, she like dick all in her back, and she call me 4 that
Cause i spoil her wit that
And right up in her mouth is where my spalding is at
I'm a mu'fuckin' P.I.M.P, 3 dimes with me
I bow...to never let a biatch get me
And never have my pockets empty
Never forget Pac and Biggie
I'm a gangsta baby, 1-2-3 eighty

100Barz:
Ur Stupidity knows No Boundaries

dumb ass nigger

100Barz:
Bleep Me~ lately your girl has been doing that REAL NICE,
I'll have her swallow ur eyes so you can get an IN-SIGHT.

u know ur girl love the cok she drink my sperm and eat my shit

100Barz:
Shut Up

fuk u

BURNA BOY SUCKS

IM ON THE BLOCK WITH THE KAY IN MY HAND
MESS WITH MY MONEY I MAKE U SHIT IN UR PANTS
FREEZY UMMA G I SMOKE U WITH A FIFTH
AND OH NO NAIRALAND THIS AINT A DISS
CALL UR GIRL TO COME AND GIVE ME A KISS
YALL NIGGAZ SOFT LIKE DUDU
MY FEVER FOOD IS FUFU
FLOW SO INSANE
BOA MESS WITH ME I WILL MAKE THE NINE MAKE U LOOSE UR BRAIN

I love it

Check, I just wanna know your mindset
Here starin' at your fine ex
Damn, this where you put your time at
Unappreciated like that Timex
Let me rewind that, G-shit, let me rewind that
I just wanna know your mindset
Here starin' at your fine ex
Damn, this where you put your time at
Unappreciated like that Timex
She ready for this dope boy dialect
In the kitchens with Getty whippin' that Pyrex
The East Coast meets Kanye West
Death Row reeks underneath my breath
Storage wars, all the whores, I walk away
Chad and Evelyn evidence, just a block away
Do the bitches love you when you out the league?
Will my car still crank when I hit the keys?
When did dark skinned brothers learn to ski?
Got a thing for Khloe, Lamar lost his feet
Scott Dis'nick, Taylor check me in a week
Black bottle boy, nigga blazin' peach
Such an amazin' piece, such an amazin' speech
This is easy to me
Ruthless records, next Eazy to be
May we live long, rich forever
She can hear it in my tone, rich forever
Standin' on my own, Anderson Silva
Break a bone, nigga gone 'til November
Run in your home, put your infant in a blender
Sippin' a smoothie or give it up smoothly
Don't panic, only lyrics for my movie
You couldn't handle my tender life, for real
Hood stripes worth more than my deal
Motherfucker ain't as real
Ten mil' in a duffle, make a nigga shiver
Saint Bartholomews chillin' for the winter
You makin' wack songs with the nice titles
All chains, no rings, never see the finals
I know you're tired of loving, of loving
With nobody to love, nobody, no (Uh-huh, honey)
Close your eyes and let the word paint a thousand pictures
One good girl is worth a thousand bitches
Bound you're falling in love
Bound you're falling in love (Uh-huh, honey)
I wanna Bleep you hard on the sink
After that, give you something to drink
Step back, can't get spunk on the mink
I mean damn, what would Jeromey Romey Romey Rome think?
Hey, you remember where we first met?
Okay, I don't remember where we first met
But hey, admitting is the first step
And hey, you know ain't nobody perfect
And I know, with the hoes I got the worst rep
But hey, their backstroke I'm tryna perfect
And hey, ayo, we made it: Thanksgiving
So hey, maybe we can make it to Christmas
She asked me what I wished for on my wishlist
Have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches?
Maybe we could still make it to the church steps
But first, you gon' remember how to forget
After all these long-ass verses
I'm tired, you tired, Jesus wept
I know you're tired of loving, of loving
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody
So just grab somebody, no leaving this party
With nobody to love, nobody, nobody
(Uh-huh, honey) Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth
Jerome's in the house, watch your mouth
Bound you're falling in love
Bound you're falling in love (Uh-huh, honey)

Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade
The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg
Nigga I'm sicker then full-blown AIDS
And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age
You been afraid, you sweet like homemade
Lemonade, if it's beef, then the chrome blaze
You could make the newspaper, get ya own page
And make the news too, you know how my dudes do
We wear masks so you can't tell, who's who
And for the cash, we'll blast at you dudes too
Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right
I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light
I'm comin for cash, gun in the dash
And I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon)
I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it
And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga