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Brotha Lynch in Liquor Sicc:
And im out in 6 5' hardtop impala lookin for that 187
there we go and right behind em bustin wit my mack 11
straight bumpa to bumpa 12 gage pump was that little X loccsta
givin up his set dumpin on niggas just like hes supposed ta
nigga this is real deal shit its not about crip or blood
it's about pay back that family loves
so nigga now fuck yo whole click
like 24 deep they tryin ta kill me fo my fuckin tapes
them baby rapes so nigga get out my fuckin face
If I was really bangin niggaz would know
cause I'd have they whole set lookin like L.A. when da earthquake hit
nigga fuckin wit my tek I'm from da garden blocc
No matter what nobody say I'm makin my money
and not lettin that bangin shit get in my way
Niggaz get mad they wanna see the lynch rippin
I'm wearing blue yeah but motherfucker I ain't even trippin
but for cousin Q-Ball, Mr.Doc,and Sicx my cousin eclipse
and 2 of my kidz nigga catch these clips


Brotha Lynch in Return Of Da Baby:
Get ready for the nigga shit
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!
Slugs to the womb
Guts all over the room
That legion of doom
That S to the I-C-X
With a locc and a tech for the throat
and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses
Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!
So I pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the 'Lac
With a sack of the indo

inhaltlich naja aber brilliant gerappt

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fantastisch is natürlich etwas übertrieben, der text is einfah geil!

Live from the working class trash bin
Where I'm surrounded by tax payers and soon-to-be has-beens
Where Afghanis in tents are in the past-tense
And black families are pissed on with harrassment
See everynight there's gun shots a couple streets from here
Where young Chris and both his brothers tuck and sleep in fear
Where runny streams of tears pour down they faces
The way they treat this shit gets on my nerve agents
Apparently my arrogance is feeling like the air against
the gate up at the cemetary in the sanitarium
The Aryans and all of the nefarious amulet wearin Libertarians is scared to
death tearin the hair again
American marriages wearin thin as parents prepare to carefully bury their
cherished kids in a garrison
Attackin full speed with torches in their chariots like
'Dont listen to Jay-Z that supports the terrorists!'
You gotta understand people Iraq is strong
They got 2 headed soldiers and secret magic bombs
And flying dragons that'll eat the stomachs out their victims
And magic wands that'll cripple cable television
Look Bush, there's a difference between change in regime and blowin half the
world off the face of the map
But if the Muslims got it right
I promise you Allah's gonna be pretty upset at you for that

[Chorus]
I never fought for a cause I did not believe in
Especially if the cause did not believe in me
So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo?
And hang me from my family tree
I never fought for a cause I did not believe in
Especially if the cause did not believe in me
So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo?
So I can shoot my t.v.

[Verse 2]
I'm feeling so disgruntled and aroused to pull it
To shoot a conservative with a liberal amount of bullets
This is America...we roll thick
Like natives traded their land and souls for casino chips
2,000 died for you to unite
Blood shot eyes and pissed because it ruined your flight
Taking silencers and screwin them tight durin the ride home

To smell the apple pie, green grass, and pinecones
A different type of threats upon the soccer-moms
It's blackness to the Sun's corona during Ramadan
David Koresh doesn't represent you blue-eyes
But Bin Laden started a sick perverted holocaust
My Muslim friends never acted like villains
But these yuppy women see em' and they grab their 5 children
'Cause Christ turned water to wine, but blood is thicker
What are you people representing with these bumper stickers?
A place where inner-city kids play reluctantly?
And, F.D.N.Y.'s the #1 clothing company?
And, the Presidential niece is sniffin all the drugs
But kids up in Rawanda shrug while eating water bugs
We all got a jug of brew cracked
In the Center of attention thinkin World Trade means shoot back
Genius Anglosaxons
That think if you move a million units overseas you go platinum
But nah go back to your reality show
You in the front row, just sit and let the casualties grow
And eventhough I pay these veterans respect
I won' pick a gun up and shoot and kill someone I've never even met
It's alright to the point their ain't shit left
Except a blizzard of ashes and radiated insects
You see these parents want these kids to enlist
'Til their kids are the ones who get murdered by this bullshit!

[Chorus]
I never fought for a cause I did not believe in
Especially if the cause did not believe in me
So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo?
And hang me from my family tree
I never fought for a cause I did not believe in
Especially if the cause did not believe in me
So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo?
So I can shoot my t.v.

I never fought for a cause I did not believe in
Especially if the cause did not believe in me
So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo?
And hang me from my family tree
I never fought for a cause I did not believe in
Especially if the cause did not believe in me
So (Pow, Pow) would you pass me the ammo?
So I can shoot my t.v.

(hab schonmal einen teil im reimeratenthread geposted)

Mac Lethal - Pass Me The Ammo

2 Pac - Picture me rollin Hammer!

Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends
They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin
Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!
Don't want to be another number
I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under
The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it's so hard to be positive
when niggaz shootin at your crib
Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone
My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways
to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands
Just picture me rollin
Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen
My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone
I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone
My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen
thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin

, find den ersten verse noch n stück aggresiver und besser

find den ersten auch klasse, aber wegen solchen lines den dritten noch besser:

If I was really bangin niggaz would know
cause I'd have they whole set lookin like L.A. when da earthquake hit
nigga fuckin wit my tek I'm from da garden blocc
No matter what nobody say I'm makin my money
and not lettin that bangin shit get in my way
Niggaz get mad they wanna see the lynch rippin
I'm wearing blue yeah but motherfucker I ain't even trippin
but for cousin Q-Ball, Mr.Doc,and Sicx my cousin eclipse
and 2 of my kidz nigga catch these clips

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finde den verse auch geil, aber an ein par stellen wie die fett markierte da wird der flow ein bischen gestört da hab ich zumindest das gefühl dass er das motherfucker noch reinquetschen muss, fast schon wie azad...lol ne spaß, ist aber sonst top

Diesen Part von AC Chill mag ich sehr gerne(aus "Four Dimensions Of A Universe"):

I'm a brainiac about to attack
your thought cause I'm dark-skinned,
that I can't win, fuck that!
you best listen if you call yourself dissin
mess around and turn your back and find your whole fuckin head missin
a nigga was trippin out, it ain't hard to pick him out
he's the only fool with his inside stickin' out
when I provoke your backbone be broke
you started all of this shit, to get your goddamn ass smoked
been to the roots, got kicked out of school
my psychiatrist diagnosed me as a damn fool
rose from the bottom, ruff lyrics I got 'em
after a battle my opponent shook my hand so I shot 'em
AC Chill on the loose, lyrics kickin' like Bruce
I put this razor on your ass and drink your blood like juice
I'm searchin' abyss, when I ball wit my fist
I knocked off half o' yo motherfuckin' head and I still missed

Hab ich selber getippt

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Oh lord my god can you say me
will a nigga ever grow up to see his baby?
or see my lil' brother reach the age of twenty one
with or without a red beenie?
Let my will be done!
I'm 20 years old, fresh outta state pen,
can I have a life now
or will I go back again?
My mama said she love me
she said "Stay off the streets kid!"
but I'm a young gangsta muthafucka you know what I did!
I pull up my khaki suit, it's time to put in work
wearin' the Allstars and wearin' these sweatshirt
Livin' the Life of a nigga with a mental case
Will I make it or will Watts be my Rest-In Place
But I don't give a fuck, 'cause Watts is my stompin' ground
Since I'm a dog, Watts is my Dogpound
So my god will you tell me can I kick it
or will Lil' Stretch have the cash in this Life ticket?
I don't really think from the start I fucked mines off
but I couldn't take it if my son is forever lost
Lost to the streetlife, lost to a gangfight
lost to the state pen or just lost in a fuckin' night.
And you're gonna tell me in my heart you see sorrow
but who's gonna tell me if I ever see tomorrow?

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Can you feel the grim reaper floatin?
Foul preachin quotin' scriptures from revelation
Talk shit and got devil waiting
Body getting stiff, soul levitation
Why do I speak blasphemy?
Knowing one day they will ask for me
Ask for my sins
No one will feel his wrath for me
I go through it so you wouldnt do it after me
As for me, I'm still circling the block before I'm parking
Not bitchin, I'm just still cautious
Same black parka
Same uzi, extra clip, still clappin wit that same larkin
Damn I feel an inner air you will not still here
There ain't an us or a we or I'm a thing
Its a good bad karma thing
Its a song and an honest thing
I swear I feel something honestly

Ganxsta Nip
"The South Park Psycho"
Get Out The Game

[Featuring Dope E]
(2x) CHORUS: Gotta get out of the game I gotta get out of the game
I gotta get out of the game of slangin' the caine
I gotta get out of the game I gotta get out of the game
I gotta get out of slangin' muthafuckin' caine.


Verse 1/Dope E
I try to get out but I can't stop
i knock on wood and pray I don't get popped
Nigga livin' lifestyle don't try to do me
tha cops made a bust so my dope I had to chew it,
I almost blew it, damn dat was close,
so I relocated to anotha post,
I can't get caught, I've been in jail too many times,
can't get legit jobs so I swing to get mines,
I'm in it to win it, if ya gank me I get ya,
and two weeks later they find ya floatin' in a baju(?),
Yo' family, they're cryin', awwh it's too bad,
you've been laid in muddy water, eatin bichloride,
This posse found out it was me so now they're after me,
a bunch of pussies, they offend to fuck wit me,
Cuz then I'll have to shoot 'em, the splatter fleshes drama,
do it mafia style and kill all these fuckin' mamas,
King of the kingpins collectin' a payroll,
you fuck me and I shoot ya, this is meant for ya ankles,
Cuz I got a rep for takin' no shit, bitch,
a serial killa some ya can't fuck wit,
And hoes love a dopeman wit money,
but all they get is this black pipe cause I ain't no dummy,
They track a bro while he up and dis 'im when he down,
that's why I come in their ass, laugh is kept down,
"No way cuz the game's here" so many dispute,
bitch get out my face, I'll pull yo' hand by yo' ruche,
Yo' boyfriend owe me money, if ya love 'im betta tell it,
i wants my muthafuckin' shit before I kill 'im!

(2x) CHORUS

Verse 2/GANKSTA N-I-P
Buggin' out, my reputation astound,
if my money ain't legit, yo' mama's heart gets ripped out,
Ya wanna gank me but ya ain't slick,
"Come short one rock?", Oh man naw, ya fiend to die, bitch,
It ain't funny, ya think I'm a ho?,
.357 to yo' head, why U ain't laughin' no mo'?,
Now it's too late, bitch look what ya did,
now here's a to yo' head, for yo' grandkids,
Cops try to control me,
it takes 852 jail cells to hold me,
Dis Nip? Oh, fuck I'ma dis ya,
a Uzi in my hand, yo' family gon' miss ya,
I ain't the one to be fucked wit,
9mm holopoint cappin' yo' ass, bitch,
That crooked cop, he must think that I'm soft,
i might start by shootin' up his muthafuckin' house,
Got a kilo in my trunk wit sum lead,
Mac-10 infrared scope aimed at a cop's head,
Niggaz geekin' and kidz geekin' too,
"Just say no", Bitch fuck you!,
The Godfather, I'm alwayz scopin',
got them bitches in my bed wit their pussy wide open,
A nigga snitched, he fucked my connection,
they found parts of his daddy's head in every direction,
Here come the jump-out boys, let 'em jump out,
I'll get the Uzi, Dope-E ya get the bomb out,
And let's blast in the dark ,
36 crooked cops just died in South Park.

(2x) CHORUS

Verse 3 DOPE-E:
Creepin' down the street there wit no caine just the other day,
there go that nigga who owe me money, I yell "Hey!",
He heard my voice so he bailed down the street,
cuz he know his ass is fiend to get beat,
Over the head wit a lead of a gun, teach 'im don't run,
that's the way a nigga be sluggin' overused,
Hey yo, Nip, grab the pipe, get yo' back and a gat,
Watch his guts splat, fuck it and that's that,
Keep my finga on a trigga steady watchin' my stash cash,
gotta move fast cuz cops be watchin' my black ass,
See I ain't got a pity over anotha brotha,
I'll kill yo' bitch ass and I'm serious than a muthafucka.

GANKSTA N-I-P:
Dope! (Whatta?) Get the muthafuckin' scope,
(Got it!) Don't stop shootin', the twenty niggaz crawl,
Takin' no shit while I'm slangin',
gank me, they'll find yo' muthafuckin' lil' girl's throat hangin',
Drugs related killings, cops don't bother,
16 die from the hands of the Godfather,
Lettin' ya know I ain't down for braggin',
call 911, fuck it, call the meatwagon,
You'll die fuckin' wit my dope,
like that nigga they found dead bleedin' wit his neck broke,
Slangin' caine ya can never fail,
but me and Dope-E see yo' ass in hell, bitch!

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Take care of my kids
Cuz I ain't coming back for years
Here's my suicide note
My life is a joke
Baby please read the letter I wrote
Here's my suicide note
Hold back the tears I'll be back in a couple of years
Here's my suicide note
Cuz my life is a joke
So please homie read the letter I wrote

I hate the whole fucking world so the world better hate me
I bust in your house and kill your whole fucking family
I get so much pussy I think fucking is boring
Took 10 mothafuckas to the grave up north
They couldn't handle me enough so what you gonna do with me?
Lock me up? Punk, I broke out of two penitentiaries
Join the gang, ain't no thang, I love competition
Shot my brotha in the head cause my hand was itching
Never liked my stepdad cause he was too phony
Stuck his arm up his ass cause he tried to swing on me
I killed 2 of my teachers cause they called me a dummy
Yo, ask me why I don't smile cause I don't think shit funny
I don't joke, bitch, nor do I clown
You can tell I was from Houston from the bodies I left around
Now you can take that shit to the bank
And tell all the fucking people that's why they call me Point Blank...

Mista-Mista Scarface for the nine-deuce,
Niggas pack a nine, fuck you bitch I pack a nine too.
Millimeter Ruger for you hoes who try to flex nuts,
You point your shit, I pull my shit, come nigga now lets check nuts.
Born a hustla, raised a hustla, never gonna stop trick.
Buck a hustla, mutherfucker boy, you better die bitch.
Found myself a busta, had the boy front me an Oz.
Fucked him out his money, worked my way up to a whole key.
Now he's got some niggas trying to ball 'Face
Time to go to work, need some back' better call Eiht.
Call my nigga up, Kicked the fundamentals.
2 way ticket 3 o'clock, continental.
Eiht rolled in with the mutherfuckin task force,
Bucked them hoes off, dropped him off at the airport
Niggas don't ever fuck with me cuz I'm a nigga who plays the game for keeps,
Drop you on your ass with the quickness, cuz I'm in too deep.

Dope E in Blow Dem Hoes Up(Lyrics sind mies abgeschrieben von ohhla.com )
Dope-E tellin' you the story of facts
Writin' exact to wax, fuck you oreo-blacks
Cause you're jockin' the other, you don't know your color
You need to learn to hang with your sistas and brothas
Your momma shoulda told you not to fuck with white trash
Cause when the shit hits the fan they won't cut for your ass
All they do is turn their noses
And that reminds me of Guns'N Roses
I heard you used the word 'nigga' in your song
When we see your punk group we gonna whip that ass long
Face the Holocauster, fool, and my DJ Egypt-E got my back
With a gat and he'll spray your whole crew, fightin' back you ain't able
You be layin' in dramaroom with attorney and boosty cables
They'll try to jumpstart your fuckin' heart
And time they get it started I'm gonna rip it apart
You sissy mothafucka, see, nobody needs you
Step to the terror set and you'll have ceasors
Honky, see how I sound, yeah, you hate it
Now go with that misteminor shit before I get aggravated...

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A paid thug nigga known to lay rugs, bust a 8 snub
Crushed grape bub, pop a $200 plate grub
Gorilla family booty shake clubs
Nuff of the ???? love, I got yours and take it in blood
Nigga, you got ???? to take it in slugs
Rearrange the shape of your mug
Hit you with a shake and a hug
Then lay you down for a cake of the drugs
Dirty money, cover the paper with mud
Dig in your pigeon while we caper the scrub
Nigga, you nothin but a snake in a bud
G Rap and Yukmouth'll get you tossed out and struck out
Nigga, you lucked out, we plushed out
???? out, got niggas trippin like a bus route
Holdin hammers but not ready to bust out
Get tossed out steppin to these, weaponry like Vietnamese
Sweatin the gees, get wet in the knees
Left in the trees east and the west, we rep a breeze
Till the death we keep it stress-free
But very daily hold the heavy shit inside of Chevy's
Plannnin your death over spaghetti
We target-ready, turn your mind in confetti
Flippin the most, fully-loaded clip in the toast
Pour a tall glass of Cris and we toast
Couple of hollers, grip and rip on a coast
Couple of chickens with our dick in they throats
Bitches strippin on boats, niggas trickin they notes
All the chips that we gross, millionaire status
Mafia marriage, nigga that's out for carats like rabbits
Stuff the wall safe with stacks of cabbage
Put a gat in back of your cabbage
You livin lavish, nigga, give up the package
Got the ???? niggas livin savage
Troubled kids and bastards
Out of your average, ???? danger and hazards
Young gun niggas that strap the ratchet
Lay you back inside of a casket
Put you in plastic, stretch you like elastic
When the Mac hit it burn like acid
You do Hail Mary's like you was Catholic
Need a priest, nigga, to chat with

G Rap bei Yukmouths 'thug money'...