Lets Start Rappin

[YuNg WiZzArD]

rright boys n gurls this iz ware you make it big Start rapin n holla acha boy -D-

[GoldSoulja]

im in c'z up suckaz

[yukmouth]

tha smiles are fake but tha threats is real
i got methods ta kill fuck wit me u mess wit tha steel
u less than it still still cavin yo chest wit it still
i got methods ta kill tha smiles a fake but death is so real

ill hit u in tha head wit a sledgehamma speakin in lead gramma
reunite u wit ya dead mamma she misses u u miss her vagana
i kinda miss it too- now that u got me thinkin about it
but then again i killed her in tha land where tha smiles are frownin
WHAT U WANNA DO- U AINT GOT SHIT FA ME
just might get a hit from me right to u with love dummy
i slug dummys doem all in im keepin it thugg n scummy
ill rip ya lung out ya tummy and then yo brother gone hug me
HES NOT YO kEEPERwhen it comes down ta tha reaper is he with u
or will he dip fool think about it- is he out ta get u
cuz tha smiles are fake here and so is tha people
theyll smile in ya face stab u in tha back while police watch through a peephole
this world is so evil-but so am i so whats new
fuck you im too hot ta touch i might jus combust boom
blow ya whole spectrum outta perportion- forcin lyrical abortion
splittin u up like divorces wit a smile on- makin u forfit

[GoldSoulja]

only ranked memberz can participate in Tournaments ill open a thread in Rankinz n we'll vote on wut u juss wrote

[yukmouth]

iight

[GoldSoulja]

everytime i spit sum shit i blow a hole in the wall
my lyrical skillz will make you get down and crawl
When i fire my AK the bloodz take the fall
My lyrical skillz are my weapon of choice fool
Stupid bloodz cant rhyme for shit go back to skool
the cripz we rule the bloods are our tool
im juss spittin the truth im not tryin to b cruel
but niggaz dont try me cz im wearing the crown jewel
c'z up south side running the things going down
those dam clownz the bloods juss puttin on frowns
we're the veterans and we own the battle grounds

[YuNg WiZzArD]

To the Toy Soldier Beat

i've seen so many things had my chances to be king
but my ambitions had to die in order to live it clean
n u wont kno wat i mean, until i bring u through these troubles
the pathway of a soldier that been through every struggle
n through this broken rubble, i point n dig my shovel
push past the fukin devil to see this other level
n now its hard as metel, to tell my tale n let out
the reason that i quitted in order to love and settle
i did it for the passion i did it to lose the pain
i didnt kno id forget the game and all my fame
but now i feel in vain, for all the time n hope i lost
n deres nobody to turn to not even the holy cross
n fuk being exhaust, i made it here ill neva quit
i spent 5 years of my life to make a name and now im shiit?
hell no biitch i aint settling for less
n i promise to do my best until my last brethe
till no strength is left, ima fight it for my cause
n my cause is for my ppl who stood by wen i lost
i kept on rappin, never caring, love me or not
cuz all i really wanted was for them to hear wat i got
n so i brang it n fought, not knowin wat the fuss about
wen i was nobody ppl never cared to hear me out
then i suddenly sparked, my name lit out from past the dark
my songs became a hit n my name had left a mark
from battles in the park, rippin stages in the light
there wasnt a time that i refused a good fight
wrote songs all through the night i always finish wat i start
i never once spit a lie i made music from the heart

i use to do it for the music write my songs out alot
but nowadays i gotta see if ppl like it or not
its kinda fuked up how i see it cuz i never seemed to care
but now its like they judge me before they even try to hear
they say only ppl that envy u will come n rate u
n u kno u famous wen dey havent met u n dey hate u
shiit is stupid but wat can i do but keep it on
this is music at its realest wen it comes from ur beyond
n dey'll neva undastand it if dey tink its to impress
wat does music have to do wit da way that ppl dress?
i make songs to who relate, i make music for ur ears
i tell my life through out a tape not afraid to share my tears
n wat happens wen i do it try ta make some fukin moves
i follow through wit hopes n dreams while u sit around n boo
wat the fuk man? how da hell u gonna hate?
if u think im wack den kool but neva claim dat ima fake
cuz u dun kno my life story n u dunno whos this man
u can only see with wat i give not who i really am
n i neva have to prove wat i lived or wat ive done
if u wanted proof so bad u can check my record son
n i find it kinda funny how a name can change ur life
cuz once ur being watched everybody wants a bite
everybodys a fight to take a piece out from the best
but the thing is im not so wat u fightin for respect?
i went through the fukin mazes i started it from the bottom
worked hard to gain my reps how u think i fukin got them?
n now everybody wanna be a rapper or thug
dats why i make these songs to show the opposite of love
i was blinded by the fame even though it wasnt much
n im sorry to the homies for the times we lost touch
it aint laughter n smiles its more like stress n more work
it aint a glamourous life its more like living in dirt
but still i do it push out music for the things that ive lost
only difference is now i do it for a cause
n my cause is for those days wen my ppl had my back
n sincerly from my heart, i thank u for that

[GoldSoulja]

no fucking way am i reading all that...lmao

[YuNg WiZzArD]

Hah Sukkaz imma Rule Dizzzz shyt

[mussolini]

all of yall is adSpotted Dickted to me like im nicKotein/
kill more niggaz than germs get killed by listorine/
smack the smile out of your facKe and put the SIG to your spleen/
im guarenteed to be the best you cKompared to terrible your style is in between/
you is spyda cKuz everyone knows your rhymes was bitten/
you is a ugly motha fucka and god dont like ugly it was written/
my style is just so newits funny cKuz im just so true/
must of been beaten by my cKrewfuck you and the motha fuckin blue/
pay no attention to u liCke your a bruise im show u whats what and whos who/
your whole family cKan die to the master mind of rap doin what tuPaCK cKould/
you just aint no good this is my ambhitionz as a CKila/
i cKome to your house and show you just who is reala/
im the Undisputed best drug dealer you aint no cKompetition/
im gettin suspicKous of your illiterate rhymes your brains get bashed in/
all of you just stiCk to rappin and dont cKall me out cuz i will start blastin/
ill pause u laughin and stop for a secKond and pick out the seeds in stems/
im in cKompton not houston but cKandy paint be drippin and i got 24 inch rims/
now cKheck it the defintion of mussolini is the epitome of evil/
yeah i got a desert eagle and u can feel it in the air as if u was beanie siegal/
faCke bloods is the reason id be the last motha fuCka breathin/
rip you in half some cKall me a evil seedling some say i am a demon/
drop the guns keep running lungs is bad cKuz i dont stop smoCking blunts/
stop playin i cKant be stopped i aint been breathing for months/
now im stop with yall and get baCK to the streetz/
your shit wouldnt sell if your whole cKd had scott scKorch beats/
your toe gonna get tagged as you wrapped in plastic lying so peaCKeful in your CKasKet/
you fronting dont trip homie or get it twisted CKuz you will get blasted/
feds on my ass so i take your body and dip it in acid/
it deteriates the flesh off your motha fuCKin skin/
dont talCK shit about me CKuz Blasphemy is a sin/

[YuNg WiZzArD]

Yur Cut

[mussolini]

lol why?

[YuNg WiZzArD]

As a shorty I always wanted to be a drug lord
When I'm naughty I always claimed to be a drug lord


Back up in junior high
sipping on some gin with my so-called friends
in the cut just gettin high
I wanted to liss so I passed my dip cause a nigga wanna drive by
B.B.S.S niggas too quick to pull the triggers an never know who to trust
So I gotta put my things and you try to get some wrack
and be a drug lord
Now stackin on my ends
makin little dividends thinkin can I get away
Lookin up to the gang bangers and they can't slang us
but the fella may
Cause I rest in peace cause it not deceased
all over this bullshit
I having evil visions killing each nigga with this wheelie
I gotta leave it alone if I wanna get grow
but with lynches on my mind
Invading my privacy
its just a wheeze an you push me to use my nine
Now he's gone an dead an I got the feds to the rolling know my back
Nowhere to run
revenge is a bitch cause these hoes wanna get me

I smoke up a blunt to let my motherfucking day just ease by
I gotta go to the crib an explain to my mother why I'm gettin high
Its self-explanatory I'm black an I'm under pressure
So come on my nine to feel what the motherfucking test ya
But it ain't no bitch when its getting angry cause its letting loose
Motherfuckers better run an hide before they die
cause I might be buckin that shoot
The only way you can make it you come an you take it
an ask for real niggas
Like me smokin on the sack of weed
with my hand on the fuckin trigger
Cause fullin our trigger on the bronk arse
nigga just ain't no damn thing
I shooting again to brain
when I what and hang living life in the fast lane
It's hard as hell when you tryin to make you got this jealous arse bitch
Better watch your back
fo they up their gat
and it leave your shit split

Hallucinating homicides
now its time to ride my nigga that just not die
And I'm tryin to understand why the fuck did you let that bullet fire
Nigga left so spank me
in the cut can't even give em no money
Gotta get made comin on up
an now touch stone bone straight stop
Cause a mob didn't wanna pick me up now why gotta go and stick up
Pick up for a lickin hit up fuck dawn when I let my itchy ball
I'm dressed up
now the young roll tall motherfucker comin up in nine five
An the germs gettin rich
I'm all where to hit turning off game out to survive
Everybody gotta go
took a walk through the do

[McTrippin]

Fuckin' Hell This blood Is Surrounded By Crips //
Fuck You All Ill Leave Everyone With blood Drips //
Im Wearin The Red Rag Proudly //
Im Spittin This Rap Mother Fuckin Loudly //
Your Dumbstruck //
Winnin' Any Battle ... Hahaha Good Luck //
Even If Ya Do //
The Person Ya Beat Proberly Some Piece Off Shit On Ya Shoe //
Dont Mess About I Aint Playin I No Commedian //
Oh My God Look At You Speakin Shit Again //
I Might Be Lightweight But Ill Climb //
I Got Beat ... But Not Next Time //
Cos Im MC Trippin //
I Never Give Up Spittin //
All I Have To Say Is //
Fuck Crippin !