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Ill like I'm sickle cell, real like I've been in jail
when I drop Ima quake the earth off the ricter scale
no lies nothing but the truth my nigga
think you gonna blow? nothing but your soup my nigga
you see I'm cooler than a breeze in the win-ta (that's "winter" for those who got lost)
flow real smoove plus it's tighter than skin tucks
a nigga talk shit then, watch where he end up
sleeping with fishes and his soul being sent up
My nigga this is Clinton! flowin' how he want fuck tradition
and any hater blow my cock... in addition
fuck who you know, all your freestyles and writtens
and bring ya best shit cuz in dat ass is where I'm gettin'
I'm a small time nigga on the move
and I'm keeping shit in line so you niggas know the rules
ready or not? nigga shakey betta steady his shot
these lil fucks one punch and I'll bet that they'll drop
like the rain from the sky
this is Clinton CA$H spittin pain from his life
you bitch by yourself so you came with your guys
and this is food for thought, don't load up your clip if ya aiming ain't right
if you lookin you can find me with a bag of that 'Bob'
me and my niggaz blowin "L's" in the back of my yard
you aughta book you a vest
cuz when I'm on ya grounds either hold shit down or get put to the test
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Shit is pretty fuckin dope, just needs to have a steady beat for it.
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you might wanna fill in the reasons things fell apart. it seems things were going smoothly, and then 'something happened' ... but what it is, is a mystery
He is I me. n i will in next part of song.
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#4 off of hit'em up beats #2
x2 .30
he knows he is wrong n he ruined it for the both of us
even tho inside one guy. is the both of us
look into my eyes with fine lines to find lies
the real demon's in our lives we despise are just inside
1.00
it started off cool everything was for the come up
first. met. at. school. fuck class lets come up
got the paper first thing then we coped good green
sacked up for a while now we got a little cream
anybody wanna harm us got anna get schemed
no alarm could stop him from lifting. a big. screen
always had differences prefect match it seemed
which meaned one was clean the other a jackass
got the cash hella grass and we both had a trick
up a sleeve smooth as breeze but common as tree's
or leaves falling stealin dumb so we both not ballin
seen me crawling n so thirsty couldn't come n hurt me
tried to jerk me cloud my mind hatred struck like thunder
we had to feed our hunger to used to being well off
had to hit a lick and the only place known was home
each had to watch their back cause we know whats known
x2 2.00
he knows he is wrong n he ruined it for the both of us
even tho inside one guy. is the both of us
look into my eyes with fine lines to find lies
the real demon's in our lives we despise are just inside
if we slip one second the others with the chrome at dome
i chose to live my life, hustle, hardly am i looking back
now he's hiding out living. off. of my meager. scrap's
never hit a line of H. never around smoking crack
the weight is 1000 pounds n i bare it on my back
its all on track but i still keep the pain up on my back
livin to wild not calm actin like he hood
he's my side of anger only right off the goody good
stealing anythang he could cause he knows he fuckin can
stealin cars stealin subs anything thats close to man
or in demand is put in hand thay call him the jack'a man
fuck it its the cracka man quick to crack ya best man
worst man hell ice men hit'em with the microwave
to melt'em like ice cream cash rules everything
around me stop being rowdy listen to my heartbeat
stopped hittin licks still straped like a car seat.
x2
he knows he is wrong n he ruined it for the both of us
even tho inside one guy. is the both of us
look into my eyes with fine lines to find lies
the real demon's in our lives we despise are just inside
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x2
never wanna stop always have the party poppin
roll up a blunt tight of the green goblin
once im off the mic then i go out robbin
its just a day in mylife. . no floggin
im goin to the top cause my shit be nonstop
make the boat rock while i make the party pop
rollin crops up in a blunt maybe even two
see the cops roll past but what the fuck they gone do
im a white boy wangin subs surpassing all the scrubs
smokin dubs or a whole o of the lightest dro
you could say im a spectacle shit be undetectable
yea im sacked up its just hangin by my testicle
region of my body out to get dough so never sloppy
but if you wanna talk shit ill go slip the shotty
smokin weed while i murk lames is my favorite hobby
cause its more like a duty if i catch you while unruley
say it to me if you got shit on ya fuckin mind
ill blow like a mine tick tock yo ass outta time
so here's what is im. . . half fresh but so clean
on my grind at all times so expect my own rhymes
respect to the fullest and protect what is mine!
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never wanna stop always have the party poppin
roll up a blunt tight of the green goblin
once im off the mic then i go out robbin
its just a day in my life no floggin
rockin
get the crowd stompin
people from Oakland just start crumpin
i got the music bumpin 12's are jumpin
haters come out get they head like a pumpkin
jump him,
put ya hands in the air wave 'em or somethin
get the vibe in ya body to just start humpin
i clutch the mic huntin for my next party
haters that talk shit. . live after. . hardly
all the crowds say that my words are grand slams
whores leave with 5 mans men leave with 5 whores
i take everything i can shove in my chevy doors
liquor pourin out my pours weed stench on my breath
after i spit this meth i take second to try to breathe
fuck a .5o cal with a whole inch im shootin breeze
wont miss when i squeeze like verbs in my line up
herbs help me think clear to write i twist the pine up
x2
never wanna stop always have the party poppin
roll up a blunt tight of the green goblin
once im off the mic then i go out robbin
its just a day in my life no floggin
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man shit was so weak.
n just so u know the reason i talk about gangsta shit is cause i will pop ya bitchass no prob, but dont foget i never claimed im a gangsta just hella harder that you
so one love just suck on a dick or a barrel'
ya rhymes played out like the man will farrel,
you dont seem to get it you lie way to much,
ya words aint a rush thier like an emp-ty dutch
so gone keep in touch with your inner homo
im out on sesame street fuckin robbin elmo
with the words i say preacher like 'o hell no'
watch ya shit split like two pieces of Velcro
.50 cal or 12 gauge bitch thats two ways to go
this shit is a waste cause its gettin us nowhere
you think you so cold but ya somthin like welfare
no spine in ya body you stuck in a wheelchair
lift you by ya feet n hang you over the balcony
u stupid little bitch why the fuck would you be doubting me
understand i aint no punk no way you be pushin me
im pushin weight of the wake n ill leave ya head baked
josh hoyt champaign you comin just to get taped. . up
tossed in my trunk with my subs so u feel the bumb
to a lake till ya dumped with cement shoes on ya shoes
you snoozed on competition now ya missin singin the blues
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shits pretty tight man, just keep at it n it will come more naturally.
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i think we both know we can ryhme big words but ur not providing the content, my balls are harder to scratch than it is to show u up liricly. my famous line for u cracker is,
grab ur pen and pad fast cause class is now in session.
ok buddy like i said just come around n get got
u lie in your words but i promise you'll get shot
prob never drew a plot or seen a smith n wesson
so go get your pen n pad cause class is in session
firearms n arson on some real shit u need a lesson
so go count ya blessings n stop testing your luck
i got a .45 magnum with more torque than a truck
put it to ya chest then im straight lifting you up
ill do it in broad day bitch i aint giving a fuck!
you aint that cold son, you lack real shit, meaning, n truth. noone cares about some dumb shit u make up, people wanna here about everyday shit, shit thats bound to happen. so when you ramble on with your nonsense your actually killing what real lyricists such as 8ball, krs-one, nas, styles p, 2pac, ice cube, dr.dre, too short, AR-AB, biggie n any other respectful lyricists fight/fought to keep alive. n yes storytellin is a lare part of hip hop but lying is a attribute looked down apon by in rappin. so GET some balls n try to scratch'em with a heater bitch, get ya radio play lyrics on atleast i aint a fake.
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well of coarse u think my shits weak
its got u up all night. . you cant sleep
its got you sick all day you cant eat
its got you scared to go out so you cant leave
its got you to weak to inhale so you cant breath
its got you realizing you had no reason to diss me!!!
no love in ya life cant admit when some shit tight
n i admit what you write has a little bit of insight
this beef is unsupported no real fight just boredom
cause if we met in the life believe bullets i pour'em
because nothin will ever settle over words n a forum
its like sayin i got grandmas watch as i whore'em
its just not making cents. . . from dollars to sense
my words are like fifty cal's you aint even leavin dents
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while you talkin all yo shit ill be kickin in yo kitchen
get the gods n get the grits n u runnin like a chicken
it takes u 5 days to write back 1 hour n mine is written
execpt ya loses n take ya fuckin rippin should say whippin
you tryin call me a redneck fuck it throw the clip in
ill shoot u in the leg while u run n my dogs get to sic"in
so come on finish with ya bitchin comense with ya wishin
you seem to know what kids like stop playn with the children
free ya anger threw me keep admitting ya childhood
rhymes are funny but trash the same shit a child could
u couldn bring that shit to mine or a wilder neighborhood
so ima tell u how it is like a fuckin friendly neighbor would
talking like a bitch should lying got you puckered up
theres no truth in ur words ur bound to get fucked up
lips stickin out far like a asshole thats been butt fucked
because what have you got to say will not ever move shit
you need to get a grove bitch n flinch when tools click
u tool bitch get off the fool shit stool droppin foolishness
before i come out n school this big mistake for a hooligan
my lane is always wide open n always my turn to shoot again
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if you think i was dissin you son you way to hostle
chill the fuck out before your put in the hospital
everything that i say n everything that i do
dont have to have a reason that excusable to you
my words are like propane n a flame engulfing you
you built the coffin n dug ya ditch so in im tossin you
but yes these are just my words n its all fun n games
but realize in real life when its games i spit flames
i shit change n your short so you stick your hand out
its just change you needs sense im happy to help out
i grab my clip which is my spit n i empty the bitch out
kick you in your pussy til the blood starts to drip out
i know yous a hoe cause you takin the bitch route
did i say your name or is PMS your big mouth?
now get out cause im goin in, ill do ya in
right before its time for din din
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but yea no harm in a quick bar for bar.
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na son that old old shit, just checkin you out. dont be so jumpy
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ima catch you on a off day and let it all spray
if you up in my face you gone die like to-day
really i dont give a shit so fuck what you say
buckin at ya ass while you skate off like lupe
never will i aim with my hand in back of me
runnin my target he gone leave the scene after me
my favorite is my knife cause it has a bad attitude
i have never seen you but i promise IT is mad at you
catch you in a alley dude leave you layin on your back
shut ya trap or i promise ill be comin right back
put some lead in ya head have it fitted like ya hat
not a gat but a strap anything i have intact
like a shank or a wire choke ya ass cause you a lire
you aint tuff aint hard you aint gangsta aint smart
mp5 is my trump card im gone trump yo heart
in the heat keep yo mind clear cause danger is near
i can be wasted shoot and steer livin with no fear
im clinic-ly insain hearin voicies whisperin in my ear
call me crack the all mighty cause yo dooms day is here!!
ha ha to be continued. . .
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I used to treat fuckers then come rap about it
but now i think im done cause i think i grew out it
now i more like to chill smoke a b not always kill
but im real so wit dumb shit i gotta deal
wit on a daily basis leave the scene without traces
different cases i left puzzled kept it quite like muzzled
but im troubled cause he fumbled when the money doubled
he was followed now threats of hollowed are being hollered
or muttered cause it only takes one word to suffer
a life long sentence that be followed by death
faced by thos who be uttering stress damn what a mess
nothin other than a test so catch my message
carefuly you gotta watch ya passage to pass age
like a concave crusade to dig a fools grave
make a fool spit a verse then spit a groove
watch him move back as your words counteract
anything he lives for plus he aint a hot mac
now i aint in a gang but im from champaign
n gettin under skin is what we's about mane
the high life we live it mane come get it mane
wit this fat blunt rolled we funna hit it mane
we insain n together we be stompin out shit talkers
leave ya bones fragile cant stand so you need walkers
aint noone tougher we the roughest in whole bunch
see you out in public bet we beat ya ass to the punch!!
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Sometimes i wish i could go back n start fresh
but with my luck i would still come back a mess
with no sense to groom n no cents to dress
seems like im the one god forgot to bless
no. . i aint bitchin i just need the off my chest
to weak to bear the crest no chance among the rest
i cant see the finish line or i got holes in vest
my spice missin vest no direction which is west
ugly like a wicked witch unexpressive little bitch
bottled anger up inside of me so i flip like a switch
fast n quick swift just to blow or lite a candle stick
thats my deal i express it loud mouth with a record
so below ordinary i couldnt even finish in second
please take a second attention to the second line
come back a mess bet id do that shit a second time
life is so hard that i think i need a second mind
or a flawless first one cause im lost inside of mine
its like a mine without a exit check it but there is no exit
get so lost fuck it just grab a blunt n start to flex it.
This is yo brain on drugs.
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I ain't shit special just another common hustler
Movin work daily supply you as a customer
Preyin for a come up hopein that i make it big
Really wanna strike it rich like i came up wit big
But i gotta do this shit all by lone sir
Hustlin to make it large never got a loan sir
Want my name well known hear it like a dial tone
But i am alone sipping surup shippin zones
Gettin blown paranoid like i should tuck a tone
But im grown n believe that im real to the bone
So get gone you betta dash ill terminate yo ass
If we clash you is trash n i spit like a titan
Quit ya writing it aint excitin it s known that
you are bitin
All yo shit that you claim to have spit from yo
brain
Or experienced from pain that came down like rain
But it is so plain for my plain eye to see ur as
fake as can be
False flaggin like a faget i aint never claim a
gang
N you always talkin savage but your lame to the
game
Whats up mane do you need a dollar or 50 cents
Im a lyricis wit no collar unlike white 50 cent
So my content is explicit some really crazy sick
shit
Im not a fucking hit wiz im just tellin you how
it is
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You should never diss a monster, I devour your crew
You need 16, I spit 8 cause im twice as good as you
I kill you in your own city, to show u aint relevant
You lack everything that i am skills, flow, and intelligence
You stupid dumb "rappers" need to pick your battles
Im an earthquake, devastate and leave you rattled
As for guns, I hold, but I dont need none of that
I eat pnks like you for fun, but im done thats a rap
for real, ya'll need to stop hatin and actin like you know me.
im tha mathafuckin realest niggaz!!! ya'll aren't even on my level.
get your bars up, expand your vocab., and maybe you can compete
Hell yea mane you on yo shit. fuck them 15 year old bitchs comin out the suburb, talkin shit like they bout it bout it! i aint been on this site in a min but i just stopped by n seen you killin'em, keep it up mane you on some other shit.
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yea my car is loud as hell it has no muffler
hear it comin down the street roarin like thunder
i dont give a fuck so people say no wonder
im a piece so shit your hoes throat ima plunger
hairs really long when its short i look younger
sideburns on my face see them like a landing strip
makin money quick lame girls cant handle this
gotta have a bad bitch ass not average
tittys lookin perfect face lookin perfect
otherwise ill let you know bitch you aint worth it
ima asshole thats what this song is all about
if yous weak bitch you might as well dip out
never think or try to take my big dick tip out
got you constitly cummin like the ocean when the tides out
take you to my hide out then from the back i ride out
u screamin my name im josh n this is my house!!!
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when i smoke alot of weed i think so deep
a paralyzed psychosis n i cant even sleep
like how would it spill murder over a dolla bill
found out its not real shot over a hot deal
i tote n i wheel. . . arsenals like airplanes
the way i switch thangs i need open plains
like i was a plane flying in da air mane
but i cant maintain or forget my own losses
sneaky mothafuckas that be crossin big bosses
so im.
attackin the masses with full force thrashes
my death toll higher than the 9/11 crashes
everyday clashes you slow like molasses
quick to get ya ass kicked n wrapped in plastic
ya shit aint drastic my words are bombbastic
im just off vacation n im still raptastic!!!
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ight thnx DUDE atleast someone knows what true talent is
atleast your better than your faget Ass cuz! ha n im doin this shit on my phone so no not everything is funna be spelled right n fag d cant spell shit. i aint funna speak for him but i dont think DUDE was complimenting you ha! like i said wait till i get to a comp peace bitch
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man cracka u think u the shit / man i think u drink piss when u eat ur breakfast / man u think u can rap i heard better shit from a piece of trash / so dont u dare try to diss my cuzin / or i will have to throw u in a fuckin oven / man dont try to think u gangsta / i bet u are just a fucking wangsta / s o before u have write down ur rhymes just make sure u don't sound like window chimes / because when i rap it is golden beause im the chosen one / and u look ike a fucking bum so if u have something to say why dont u battle me and we can see who is the king / but let me tell u my rhymes will make u fall to ur feet
ha fall to my feet, nice! please dont waste my time
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like i said just wait till i get back from vacation son haha! you dont mean shit son get it threw york head
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man fuck u cracka i know u aint tryna help nobody out so fuck that shit...and santa did get me somethin...it was ya moms and i joined her in bed...tell her i said thnxs 4 tha good time and ill see on new yrs..hahaha
ha i was tryin! but you wouldn't even know what to do wit ny non u pricked haha
grime
in Rate My Rhymes
Posted · Edited by cracka
#15 of hit'em #2
x5 .22
ill bring it to you fags
while im out sellin bags
extended clip mags
fillin up hella body bags
ill bring it to you fags
in ya face like rags
pistol in my hand
while im out sellin bags
extended clip mags
help fill up the morgue
you'll scream no more
before
half the shells hit the floor
you ready for the four five
or the full nyne
or is it 12 gauge time
make you respect whats mine
im gettin on grime
cause im on that cash
n im all about crime
watch
ill teach that ass
gotta have a mask
n gloves to be gravy
1 million in cash
if they want they baby
or maybe
watch n see who's been slangin lately
pull up at a red light
n off them quickly
passenger hop in their ride so shifty
now you got their cash
their goods n their Bentley!
home's dont tempt me
i bust till im empty
Lucifer's my boss
he's the one who sent me!