Srce

Man 4RR, that was some weak **** LOL.



When I unload my keyboard upon you bitches

I unleash my vengence and spoil you with riches

from hurting you using words to killing you stone to bird

there's nothing you fakers got that'll teach me the ropes

I'll stomp your *** out and crush your greatest hopes

from head to toe, from dead to Doe, from friend to foe, and back to hoe you go



See what ya'll can't fathm I rhyme into words like Madden

cuz when he puts the mic up on his lips I snap your necks like broken twigs, and what he says is as strong as this rhyme, to see you dead

I'd consider paying an assasin only a dime.

You're worth **** in my book of kills and blood spills

so what your mouth before you get drilled.

Ferris

**** yuki i smell something funny

oh wait its just your mommy

i raced my station wagon all over town

i swear to god it would bring you down

i may not know alot

but i can sure jock

i learn everyday here

so run away in fear



whats that? you want me to drift?

ill probbably fall off the cliff

all the litle rotor heads here are cool

i think we should all rent a pool

tekniks is teh god

maybe we should change his name to ramrod



i like to freestyle cause i get bitches

i can show my bling bling and riches

im so sick of ricers round here

they better just stear clear me

cause i can drop my pants and pee

yeah about 50 feet

****.. my feet reek

YukiRX7Aisha

Your rap reeks too.

Ferris

it may reek, but not as much as your mom <3

1Revvin7

rotarychainsaw

**** THE PO-LICE

Turbo II

As I bail through tha empty halls

breath stinkin'

in my draws

ring, ring, ring

quiet y'all

incoming call

plus this my homie from high school

he's getting bye

It's time to bury another brotha nobody cry

life as a baller

alchol and booty calls

we usta do them as adolecents

do you recall?

raised as G's

loc'ed out and blazed the weed

get on tha roof

let's get smoked out

and blaze with me

2 in tha morning

and we still high assed out

screamin' 'thug till I die'

before I passed out

but now that your gone

i'm in tha zone

thinkin'

'I don't wanna die all alone'

but now ya gone

and all I got left are stinkin' memories

I love them ****** to death

i'm drinkin' Hennessy

while tryin' ta make it last

I drank a 5th for that ***

when you passed....

cause life goes on

Turbo II

Yeah *****

I got tha word as hell

ya blew trial and tha judge gave you

25 with an L

time to prepare to do fed time

won't see parole

imagine life as a convict

that's getten' old

plus with tha drama

we're lookin out for your babies mama

taken risks, while keepin' cheap tricks from gettin on her...

life in tha hood...

is all good for nobody

remember gamin' on dumb hoties at chill parties

Me and you

No true a two

while scheming on hits

and gettin tricks

that maybe we can slide into

but now you burried

rest *****

cause I ain't worried

eyes bluried

sayin' goodbye at the cemetary

tho' memories fade

I got your name tated on my arm

so we both ball till' my dying days

before I say goodbye

Kato, we're meant to rest in peace

Thug till I die



tupac owns!

Srce

Artist: 8 Ball (Eightball)

Album: 2 Fast 2 Furious Soundtrack

Song: Hands in the Air

Typed by: douglas_hilton@yahoo.com



[Eightball]

Okay; comin' from the top of my

Dome when I'm droppin' my

Own type of style, and

Ain't nobody stoppin' my

Rise to the very top

Hit 'em up wit' all I got

Superstar; no I'm not

Green weed; black glock

Everybody want a piece

Dirty like a pair 'a cleats

******* run their mouth a lot

Like bitches and parakeets

(whoa) How you love that pimpin'

(whoa) I'm so cold wit' it

(whoa) Make all the boys wanna do it just because I did it

I'm like a legend or

Some kind of prophecy

Sent here to set you free

Dress, player, follow me

Into another world

Deep inside your own soul

This **** here way bigger than tattoos and cornrolls

This not 'bout makin' dough

Not 'bout no fakin' yo

Not 'bout who's rich 'o po'

Not 'bout who ****** know

This here 'bout you and me

This here 'bout poetry

This here 'bout who we be

If you in here with me



[Chorus]

Keep your ears wide open

This is all grill no jokin'

Throw your **********in' hands up in the air

If you feel me throw your hands up in the air

Better keep your ears open

This is all grill no boastin'

Throw your hands up in the **********in' air

If you feel me throw your hands up in the air

The **********in' aaaaair



[Eightball]

***** you don't know me

Why you ****** wanna beef?

All in my grill like

You the papparazzi

Boy I was fulla game

Way before this rap thang

Real 'fore the money came

That's why I will never change

Me - ain't nobody like

Even though they try to be

****** think they are but they ain't ******' with me lyric'ly

(Yo) I was born wit' it

Din't nobody teach it to me

Over hot beef

Tell you 'bout what the streets did to me

(Yo) Chose me to be a

Prophet and lead my people

Murder non-believers

With lyrics that are lethal

I hit 'em heavy with it

Yo I stay ready wit' it

Come try to test me wit' it

Regret you ever did

Call who a pimp and

I got my own back

You got them baby paper?

I got them grown stacks

But this ain't 'bout no bread

Not 'bout what ****** said

Not 'bout what hoes believe

If you in here with me



[Chorus]



[Eightball]

Yeah I gotta go again

Just to let you know the deal

Eight ways to company

Beats come from doin' real (yeah)

We the ****** should not nobody be ****** wit'

Slayer riders Chopper city

Had you bitches doubled quick

This ain't 'bout who rap the best

This ain't 'bout who got the most

This is not no gangsta rap

This ain't 'bout no pimps and hoes

This here ain't no country ****

Ain't no way to label this

Memphis where I come from

Orange mile veteran

What I represent - whoever live in poverty

Hard working ****** that

Try to hustle honestly

And I represent who

Lookin' good and feelin' nice

****** on there drinkin' 'dro

Fresh clothes; full of ice

(Yeah) We gon' keep this slummin' comin' with the dirtiest

(Yeah) If you from the gutter then I know you heard of this

This ain't bout where you from

This ain't bout where you be

This here 'bout feelin free

If you in here with me



[Chorus]



[Eightball]

Go 'head and put 'em up

Put your hands where I can see 'em

Put your hands where I can see 'em

Go 'head and put 'em up

Put your hands where I can see 'em

Put your hands where I can see 'em



[unknown voice talking]

Yeah, eight ways, doo-rilla

Code line

Slab two is goin' down baby

This your boy Milwaukee

Stop prayin'

turbovr6

I just took a ****

it burned like fire

the bowl is backing up

the water getting higher



should I call a plumber?

what should I do?

so much trouble

just to take a poo





Word to your mother!