Clinton CASH

I said nigga alot in this rhyme. But that's not a primary word in my vocab. when it comes to rhymes. Just to let you know

Take note, betta listen peasents/ I'll bring it to you like Christmas presents/throwing you hooks like fishing lessons/ that'll happen in an instant second, so keep close distant weapons/ tip of the knife or a Smith-n-Wesson/ and garunteed they won't be missing you man/ ya'll niggaz tired like the Michelin Man/ how you clappin' if you missing ya hands/ my niggaz learned how to dish and expand, when they dishing them grams/ we play the block like monopoly pieces/ TELL THESE NIGGAS THEY AIN'T STOPPING ME JESUS!/ when it comes to me dropping these pieces, you would think I'm on the block with the least shit/ or on the block for no reason/ 10 o'clock glock to your knot stopping your breathing/ that's the type of shit my niggaz is on/ no questions asked.. just declare yourself officially warned/ and when the haze gotta grip of my lungs/ it's like I gotta dictionary on the tip of my tongue/ STILL! I chase money like coke after corn liquor/ I'm armed nicca/ so you go head and try me might be a fuckin' swarm nicca/ might take a couple body shots, might lose a couple arms nicca/ so keep fuckin' wit the wrong nigga, then It's On like Sigel and Hov'/ niggaz reap what they sowed/ ain't satisfied 'til they sleeping in holes/ wit the devil puttin heat to they souls/

This is fact rap got the same power as crack/ make a lil bit of money and divide the stacks/ I'm real hungry in the game I'll devour the track/ I got stacks of these raps wit some piles and some piles on that/ this is evident/ it won't take much for us to run up in your residence/ no case, no trace, of any evidence/ nigga get ta' steppin quick/ we copped the guns that they use to kill the president's/ bring it back like T.I., Jada, and Millz/ what I lack in freestyling dog I favor in skills/ and I can run a marathon nigga/ or get up in that ass like a pair of thongs nigga/ Nine-Nickel flow/ to get me in the zone I'm blowin fine spliffs of Dro'/ hoping that these Rawkus niggas sign me for sho'/ you prolly figured I suck/ but I drop 16 like a litter of pups/ you wanna clash witha Titan/who loves hip-hop/ and gotta passion for writing/ I love this stuff/ I hold it down and put a new style in the mix/ Clinton CA$H locked the term the 2000's is his/ *what you think* peace-n-love

wanna battle?

I like that it's pretty nifty don't you think? Hey! plus it rhymes. Don't do bitch shit and change what I said to you. Take your lickings like a muthafucking man! Pussy! This clown ass nigga.

Nah I'm just fuckin witcho ass. I'm high . But hell fuck it. You've gotta controversial dude on this muhfuck. You feel me? Say what I want to who I want. But it's all jokes tho. Shouldn't of been an admin. if you didn't want to be spotted and picked on. Relax get your panties out your hole brotha. It's all love here. I love sensitive mutherfuckas . Clinton in and out this bitch. Holla!

That's good quality lyrics you know. Sounds just like America. Keep the dopeness comming. I gives credit where it's do. Peace-N-Love-N-God Bless.

What you a fucking comedian now!? I wasn't literally speaking as if I wanted somebody to responed to my rhyme that moment or day. I know what the fuck day it is you dingleberry. I was just adding a comment to my shit. Fall the fuck back. I Don't give a fuck bout your role on this site.

Wait! What! No challengers! Anybody, anything! We've got people on here calling themselves the "King" come prove it!

Who want war? Fuckin' holla bitch/ I don't give a fuck like a hollow tip/ now tell me what tha problem is, YOU AIN'T RAW like the condom fit/ if that's your girlfriend then she swallow dick/ Yeah I talk alotta shit/ on these tracks and i must note/ we fuckin blowin weed by the bus load/ and I don't give a fuck nigga what you say/ I'll kick push, kick push ya face in like i was Lupe'/ I've been holdin' shit down since Cool James/ who hotter than blue flames/ and serving mu'fuckas like food trays/ Clinton CA$H ACT like you don't know the dudes name/ or the shit i kinda kick like Lui Kang/

Homeboy was neutral/ going against these niggaz from the new school/ did he want to break bread or put a use to/ the Ruger's/ had about four clutch shootaz/ niggaz sky high off of Ex,Coke and Buddha/ with the neutral nigga rolled Bobby, Kareem/ hairy face muslim nigga by the name of Hasim/ had a shorty wit these niggaz who was all about cream/ called her Cream, in those jeans, sexy girl and she mean/ On the other hand stood the neutral niggaz brother's clan/ they called theyselves '50 Grand' bout the buttaz fam/ 5 niggaz live niggaz for sho'/ Dougie, B, Paul, Cease, plus Kick from the sto'/ started off see Bobby had a problem/ called up Kareem, Hasim and Cream to come and solve 'em/ neutral nigga knew that death was his brother's outcome/ they told him watch 'em or pop 'em he had no option/ so everyday since/ he was convinced/ to get down or lay down and leave his brother's clothes drenched/ it had him going crazy, all the suspense/ only one thing to do he had to end this .......? *tell me what u think*

C'mon man. Challenge me. I give credit where it's do, and this was you know ... nice. Step it up tho. Love.

I don't give a Fuck/ niggaz want my style like we 'pose to take turns and I ain't give it up/ keep my eyes on my bucks/ my niggaz real raw too keep a full clip and the iron lifts up trucks/ Try us bitch/ rip out cha stomach on some diet shit/ duct tape, metal bats leave you quiet quick/ blade across your mouth, can't talk with wired lips/ fire clips/ garunteed that my side won't miss/ you just alotta talk built wit a bitch frame/ cross my path I'm in ya ass like shit stains/ don't step to Hell cuz ya'll niggaz gone burn/ but it take sumthin ta happen for niggaz to learn/ I'm as real as The Firm/ if ya niggaz concerned/ burn eem dropping ashes from the blunt in his urn/ Uh! niggaz catching feelings gonna make me have to hurt a few/ Like Monica said "Don't take it Personal"/ Faggot *Tell me what's good*

I have to say I'm the illest reciting poems/ old school since the tape decks and microphones/ and now I'm sent here to bless the booth/ to seperate the real MC's from the niggaz that stretch the truth/ Talk about they jewels and Lexus Coupes/ meanwhile they riding on the bus probably sitting right next to you/ LOOK DOG! I'm smoother than wax paper/ more humble than pie and probably holier than niggaz wh act greater/ *tell me what u think*

A yo watch me drop the science/ niggaz plugged me in to the game like a household appliance/ nigga real defiant/ going against the grain but I'll survive it/ eva since '86 your boy still the flyest/ still cool and calm with the popular sound/ bet that I'ma rock the bells on every block of your town/ so twisted ain't it?/ no class but sophisticated/ I'm tryna stand strong wit love though amiss with hatred/ but tempt me/ 'll be ya last plan and simply/ ya boys pouring liquor while they play the Lord's Symphny/ but back to the task at hand/ spitten by the smoove drunken black skinned man/ my fuckin raps advanced/ *just something I thought of* Peace *tell me what u think*