[Intro] [Ridj aka Fuck-X-torR] Real muthafuckers dont be afraid To show you their lirics on the judgement way, So people of forum say some your words About G masta trio of Outlaw world, Representation of young Lil Clip, Im after him, after Buck REAL quick! And after him I got my last wordz About Gangsta shit ana nothin' more'z
[Verse:1] [Lil Clip] Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples if the feds grabbed me Yo ass would hit more notes than Great Buddy I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if I had no watch Wouldnt write about crack if I ain't had no spot You talk six coupe shit you only pushing a trey Got some bithez shut you down in your C.L.K For cats like you an' badz like you, crime don't pay You just linger in the hood, them enemiez blow you away You the type to get paper when I'm locked up, get yo jewels rocked up Then have to tuck em in when I pop up Homiez in the hood sayin "LilClip Grimy" Cause they hit me wit 4.5 clipz and now they can't find me If you see it how I see it, my watch is yo whip And I can pop anotha one afta each assist
[Verse 2] [Ridj aka Fuck-X-torR] Gotta dope, two dopes, Which dope? What R dopes? I got nothin' but love to my homeboy, ma dawg! Lil Clip can you sell ma shit? Lady H. Im not drug shit deala, but smoking weed from young age, Mama told me alltime, "My lil G, dont be mad, Drug someday will kill you! Oh, my boy, without shit!" Yeah, I know, outta home and again I got dose, Lil Clip, can you feel it? I thrown out tang of holes!!! I fogot about byatch, am I P.I.M.P.? God damn not, lil Clip, I just want onle tree, Ana weed, ana crack, but some Fag cant judge me, Yeah, only god can do it, but he forgot about G... So, young dogg, Y'unnerstan', Drugs aint game and "some fun", If you come into dope, You will never got crown.
[Verse 3] [Buck] …Yeah… O-Town Devil 482 Back… You Heard My Homeboy Clip ? Let’s Flip This Place ! Let’s Race In Texas’s Favorite Sport , Blast Your Ass For Scowl Word , Like Cowboy’s Was Doin’ This , My Homeboys Will Do It, We Don’t Need No Peace , C’z My G’s Ain’t Wankstas , There Are Bonafide Gangstas , Get High , Drive By , Lie Cop’s ,Push Crack I Got Some G’s In Da Back , 50 Goin’ Straight To Tha Bank , Well….We Goin’ Straight To Tha Gang Bang , We Aint Runnin’ From Da Thang , We Know Street Codex , We Will Take Off From You Your Rolex , Lil Clip , Fuck-X-Tour , Mr. Buck We Don’t Give A Fuck Who You Are , And No Matter How You Far , If Your Punk-Ass Meet Us 1 Day - You Will Lay On Tha Ground And Collect Your Teeth , Thatz Da Pay . We Do Crazy Thangz Down Here , Even God Don’t Wanna Know What , Thatz Why He Aint Near, You Fink That You Gangsta , But I Can Say That You A Wanksta. If You Disagree – You Will Die Faster That Count To Three , I Will Grind You , Next I'm Gonna Hide You , And Nobody Gonna Find You , But If Somebody Find You...He Might Be Call Police , They Will Bring Tha Dress For Fags- The Body Bags.
[Verse 4] [Ridj aka Fuck-X-torR] Chill out man, Buck, this people try to find Only way to the sunshine, They R haven't your mind Of the G, I hope, you can see But If you wanna heard deep gangsta shit, You can got it from me...
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Straight outta South Central, Bloodz Gang in my heart Yeah, Real G'z dont cry, Check it out, they dont LIE! Never! Yeah, Im ina game 4ever, I will die young, whatever... I try dont think about this, hey, we got "only way!" And I back ina day we dream about G all time, all the dayz! Two years, out the stage! Now Im back with my arm, Today Im not about AK or damned shootgun, This all about ma feelings, You right, lay Em down! I think my lirics can fuck wit this fake ass clownnn! Or clowns, its dont matter! One fool or one hundred, If you come outta Ghetto, You must dont have care about It! Ma man! Buck playin' like G by my side, And he ain't fake ass bitch, I meen he wont trip me, Just look in his topic, check this out - burnin' rhymes, That's what I talking about, he is fair but Outlaw! [You aks, "Is He?", He's G, Like me!]
Вот набросок сделал. Тут много граффити сленга поэтому вы врятли что то найдёте , но всё же..... набросок ( по райтерски скетч ) :
... Lil About Art ...
I’m Take My Can , Shake Him , Dress On Him Cap , Then I’m Blow Paint Out Shampane’z Tap , Watch My Next Step , I’m Leave My Tag , He Iz Such Good , That No Rag Will Wash Him Off , Next I’m Gonna Kill Scholl’s Hall’sWall’s , Bomb’s Gonna Paint Student’s Life , That’z Rife , Everybody Like Graffiti , Aint That Right ? WWC’z Piece’z Iz Tight , Toy’z Try To Fuck ‘Em All Night , But Next Day We Buck Toy’z , They Even Can’t Fight ! They Fink Graffiti Iz Game ! No Man , Thiz Iz Shot To Get Up Your Name , But You Need Own Style What Wouldn’t Look Same , CLR , WGC, All Thiz Toyz Fink That They Are Young TAKI’z 183 , Dame ! How We Live In This World ? ( I Don’t Know ! ) I’m Down In Da Subway , It’z Cold , I’m Waitin’ For A Train , To Make It Advertising Of Our Name , My Cap Iz Ready , My Can Iz Load , I See Rails, It’z Subway Road , Let’s Ride Fool If You Wanna See How Bomb Born, It’z Cool ! Train Stopped , Me Like Monkey Jumped On The Rail , Next Climbed On Roof , If Cop’z Catch Me I Will Go To Jail , Mayne , Guards Don’t See Me , Fuf ! 10 Minutes Later “Stake” On Train , Hm…. It’z Good That I’m Finished , On Street Start Rain … Well …. Catch Ya’ll Later ! Im Goin’ Home … Shit …. My Pants In Hrome …
Дааа давно я не писал.И как мне была не лень выжал то что мог... Вот вобщем текст новый.Для тех у кого не лады с английским я выделил рифмы,и вот,насчёт сюжета,история придумана,про то как я живу. Помоему первая часть пестатая ,а вторая и третяю де*ьмо.... В первой я рассказываю про утро-всё супер и жизнь прекрасна,а во второй про обед и вечер (работа и посе работы)-всё ацтой и жизнь ужасна.А в третьей,как ко мне домой пришёл Камиллионер и стырил к себе на лейбл. Фантазия разыгралась....ну и пох, атмосфера текста весёлая,без всякого гангста щит и соплей, читать под этот мега минус http://minus.ineer.net/download.php?...TW9iYi5tcDM%3D / Вроде фсё сказал.....за вторую и третью часть текста сильно не ругайте , просто голова болела и поздо было...А да,почему написано лил вейн между строчками,там из минусовки его не удалили поэтому я и дописал.
From Good 2 Bad From Bad 2 Good [Intro] Yeap ! U Heard About It ? No ? Don’t Know How I Do It ? Aight , I’ll Tell U , [Lil Wayne] Let’s Go ! [Verse 1] Wake Up In Da Morning , Open My Eyes , Look Up In Da Window , Day Iz Nice , I Fell Off Of Da Bed , Hit My Had , But I’m Aint Sad , Cz I’m Positive Click , Next I Walk to Da Bath , I'm Groin There Meth ,I Love Her Thatz Why My Weed Iz Def ! Bath Lokin’ Like A Wood , I Fond My Tooth Brush And Paste , Good , So I Cleanin’ Up My Grill , When I’m Finished With It I’m Goin’ To Kithen For Some Meal , I’m Take Flakes , Food For No Fakes , I’m Love ‘Em Like I Love My Girlfriend , I Could Go On Beach Chillin’ On Da Sand , But I’m Need To Bounce On My Work , I Got Good Body Build , I’m Not Pork , That Why I’m Nor Goin’ In For Sport , I’m Bouncin’ In Da Bedroooom , Find Some Supa Clothes , Mayne I’m Hot Today , BOOOOM !!! Dame ! I’m Look Like A Doe Boy Fresh , Tatooz On My Flesh , Pocketz Full Of Cash , I’m Ready For Some Action , My Grillz Shyne Like Teddy’z From Da ATL Movie , My Chain Hangin’ Like That From Chamillitary’z Mayne Video , I Got Supa Style , If I Was B-Rabbit I Could Blow 8 Mile , I’m Bouncin’ To My Hall , I Got Playboy Calendar On My Wall , I’m Lookin’ For My Key Of My Hammer – My Car Got A “SNAP” Number , Finally ,My Keyz In My Pocket , Now I Need To Bounce Fast Like A Rocket , Cuz “Burger’z Space” Director Hate Me , And If I’m Gonna Late He Will Fire Me , I’m Get In My Car , Road Iz Too Far , So I Try To Roll With Speed Near 200 Kilometerz , Mayne , Meter For Meter , I Drive Away From My Crib , 10 Minetz Later I’m Down Here , None Gas But I’m Here . Where ? “Burger Space” Homie ! Yeeeaaaaaah ! [End Of Verse 1] [Lil Wayne] Let’z Go ! [Verse 2] “Hey Yo Get On Yo Had Your Hat “ I’m Here On My Work Place , I’m Get Money In Da “Burger Space” , My Job Iz A Cook , Thing Iz Too Crazy , Workerz Are Lazy , I’m Took A Holiday , But My Director Suck , He Didn’t Releasy Me ! “Hey U Snap Or Buck , No Matter What Ya Name , We Need To Take Down MCdonaldz-Itz Our Game , And Without U-We Will Be Too Lame , So I Won’t Let U Go “ What Da Hell He Fink , I’m A Terminator ? If I Got Ice And Big Bling It Doesn’t Meen That I’m A Dame’d Robot , O yea , I’m Forgot , I Need To Spit In His Burger , I Will Teach That Fat Fag How To Talk To Me … 5 Hourz Later , My Work Day Iz Over , I’m Back Home , Cleanin’ In Da Bath My Clover Chain Lil Flip Give Her To Me On His Consert In Da Norhland , Where Da Hell Iz It I Don’t Know It And I Don’t Know Non , I Fink I've Just Got My Brain Brocked Or Some , Cuz After my Work Everybody Goin’ Crazy , My Life Iz Mazy , But No Matter Man , I’m Just Need To Go And Sleep , Maybe In Da Deep Of My Dream I May Find A Heaven , And Tomorrow , Everything Will Happened Again , Itz Will Start At Seven … [End Of Verse 2] [LiL Wayne] Let’s Go ! [Verse 3] I’m Opened My Eyes , Turn On TV , I’m See Obie Trice , Nice Muzik , What Da ? I Hear A Ring In Da Door , I’m get On Tha Floor And Bouncin’ In Da Hall , Opened Door And….. What Da ??? “Yeap. Itz Yo Boy Chamillionaire . I’m Was Hearin’ Yo Rap .And I ….” [Outro] Yep ! Even If Yo Fellin’ Dat Life Suck – Remember . 1 Day , Everithing Can Change…..
