cant say i do.....Young Deuce wrote:Yo Goodfella, you know when Cassidy gettin out of Jail.
POST YA FLOWS
ackrite beeatch or ill hafta pull my strap.... Jack you for your wranglers and your twenty gallon hat.... give up the rims, the watch, especially the platinum chain.... youll catch a slug in ya gut, chest, back or brain.... its the same gunshots firing after nightfall.... keep my shit off safety just cause i dont like yall.... but im relaxed despite all the shootin and killin.... im still smokin haze posted in the cut chillin..... yo Dunn you say this some stress but homie your wrong.... I gotta run upstate right now to get a bong.... Them dot-heads be sellin some crazy lookin glass... I aint smokin no hindu blend just simsemilla grass.... I walk in this western saloon talkin bout "howdy".... twelve mean ass texans got up then i was AUDI.....100mob wrote:itz them texas boys draped up and drip out/ reppin that dirty south /show yall were them real niggaz where about is/kid / set trip with the 4 five with 45 clips to burn and rip yo skin/ the situation im in is win win/100mobblood 4 life either death or the pin/platninum rimz watch chain platnium grinz/i got luv from pa to la/ got wepons from sling shotx to akz/when it come to war i got mo force then an jedi/got yo average joe suited up like a gi/me suppa fly /i ride or die like i waz from bed sty/and i stay high like satlightz/got respect have hardcore niggaz speaking polite/will he ever fall well i might/ but not likely/dont care if wanna bez dont like me/my niggaz g'z from they cash to they nikes/i'll sell anything from green to brown to white/akt stupid nigga i'll hit u so hard with the left youll have no choice but to akt right
dirty south in ya mouf
listen i bust with perfect percion and got plenty of amunition to get the job finish/see i can hit wut ever u pitching/so keep wishisng/ and im a keep pimping/this right here is that bloody blok/we cant be stopped/bust u with 10 ar 15 tensand have the doktors play connect the dots/4 real i aint got time 4 internet bangers/wanna be rappaing but aint got enough street credit stick 2 being an r&b singer/war u aint got enough guns or people/me MR.ilegal/ak's mack 10's chromed desert eagles/all in the trunk of my reagle/its 4 ever beef no peace/no luv 4 the weak/no truce have profesionals in suits pull out duce duce's from they boots/thats the end of u/my team in all red/u here shots guard yo head/i see u run with yo dik between yo legs/ have u scared to come out side thinking its a conspiarcy against u/everbody trying to hit u/ nah i have my man come get with cha/gaged and stuffed/ my 12 gauge likes it ruff/ u can swell yo chesh like u tuff/ but homie just rember im gonna get u touched/
listen i bust with perfect percion and got plenty of amunition to get the job finish/see i can hit wut ever u pitching/so keep wishisng/ and im a keep pimping/this right here is that bloody blok/we cant be stopped/bust u with 10 ar 15 tensand have the doktors play connect the dots/4 real i aint got time 4 internet bangers/wanna be rappaing but aint got enough street credit stick 2 being an r&b singer/war u aint got enough guns or people/me MR.ilegal/ak's mack 10's chromed desert eagles/all in the trunk of my reagle/its 4 ever beef no peace/no luv 4 the weak/no truce have profesionals in suits pull out duce duce's from they boots/thats the end of u/my team in all red/u here shots guard yo head/i see u run with yo dik between yo legs/ have u scared to come out side thinking its a conspiarcy against u/everbody trying to hit u/ nah i have my man come get with cha/gaged and stuffed/ my 12 gauge likes it ruff/ u can swell yo chesh like u tuff/ but homie just rember im gonna get u touched/
new songs up www.myspace.com/royalfamilyhustlaz
whut up goodfella, i dont know sh?? about equipment n computers lol.
if i find out i'll let u know
whut up goodfella, i dont know sh?? about equipment n computers lol.
if i find out i'll let u know
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NW10 wrote:had a e had a thrill wicked buzz wicked pill
in my mind in my brain mc asbo goin insane
feel the heat feel the tune detonate rok the room
rok to the rhythm hyin up the power trippin in the techno hour
What the hell is this 10, you disgracin the queen/
Tryin ta let you off easy but ya makin me mean/
Gotta give ya the same respect I be givin a fiend/
And just because you from england dont give you a lean/
This Shit's Called Memory Lane... Its all true too
I remember coppin hard before I ever sold soft, posted on 2nd and P with no regards for the law/
Never gettin caught was all that we hoped for, runnin all across the tri-state me and my dope boys/
I remember nights doin lines gettin hype with the o.g.'s, the money and the blunts and all the stories they told me/
Homies brother caught a murder case and fled upstate, he put 5 in em, flushed em out with smoke grenades/
Now he's back down here same prison as his father, both facin double digits both with manslaughter/
I remember the time that my man got knocked, and I flipped all his stash to help pay for his bond/
Out the second night he was back with his dogs, don't you know we a pack sellin packs of that hard?/
Standing out on the block with our own sense of style, like the camoflage tops on top of our vials/
I remember burned hands when I learned to cook coke, how to mix dope right how to roll what I smoke/
Cough and choke on the weed turn paste into powder, re-rock caine and dry rock in a hour/
And I stay with the water like Im under the shower, dippin ciggs in the boat for the late night prowlers/
I remember breakin in guns on junked out cars, shootin the shit up, the clang of m/etal and sparks/
the smell of cordite that a nigga learned to love, remember stalkin through night high with mask and gloves/
I remember the first time i smuggled bricks of hash, 700% percent profit my lick was fat/
Learned the mechanics of the x-ray double exposure, and the use of organics to mask any odor/
Ain't nothin smell stronger than a quarter pound of haze, straight from california that was medically made/
Yet the dogs don't smell it, customs is smooth sailin, but the bud was so good i didn't even sell it/
I remember pushin E every new years eve, blue dolphins and omegas I was clubbin for cream/
Had the tabs stashed on the back of my belt, inside facing my pants where the search ain't felt/
Then it was a matter of just hittin the bathroom, switchin bags to my pockets doin deals in back rooms/
Wherever there was money i was known to give chase, remember me I put it down for the memory lane/
Never gettin caught was all that we hoped for, runnin all across the tri-state me and my dope boys/
I remember nights doin lines gettin hype with the o.g.'s, the money and the blunts and all the stories they told me/
Homies brother caught a murder case and fled upstate, he put 5 in em, flushed em out with smoke grenades/
Now he's back down here same prison as his father, both facin double digits both with manslaughter/
I remember the time that my man got knocked, and I flipped all his stash to help pay for his bond/
Out the second night he was back with his dogs, don't you know we a pack sellin packs of that hard?/
Standing out on the block with our own sense of style, like the camoflage tops on top of our vials/
I remember burned hands when I learned to cook coke, how to mix dope right how to roll what I smoke/
Cough and choke on the weed turn paste into powder, re-rock caine and dry rock in a hour/
And I stay with the water like Im under the shower, dippin ciggs in the boat for the late night prowlers/
I remember breakin in guns on junked out cars, shootin the shit up, the clang of m/etal and sparks/
the smell of cordite that a nigga learned to love, remember stalkin through night high with mask and gloves/
I remember the first time i smuggled bricks of hash, 700% percent profit my lick was fat/
Learned the mechanics of the x-ray double exposure, and the use of organics to mask any odor/
Ain't nothin smell stronger than a quarter pound of haze, straight from california that was medically made/
Yet the dogs don't smell it, customs is smooth sailin, but the bud was so good i didn't even sell it/
I remember pushin E every new years eve, blue dolphins and omegas I was clubbin for cream/
Had the tabs stashed on the back of my belt, inside facing my pants where the search ain't felt/
Then it was a matter of just hittin the bathroom, switchin bags to my pockets doin deals in back rooms/
Wherever there was money i was known to give chase, remember me I put it down for the memory lane/
down the ~memory lane~ i'm smokin ~every strain~
not a heartless poisoner I dont get ~cheddar from caine~
but Im a ~threat to your dame~ i'll get her ~wet from the pain~
the bytch ~better give brain~ leave her ~sweater with stains~
you ~disgracin the queen~ no ones ~embracing ya team~
Im like old dogg i got no problem ~wasting a fiend~
keep on ~chasin pipe dreams~ keep ~erasing ya cream~
keep smokin- visions of poverty ~replacin your dreams~
But im from England so please take it ~easy on me~
Hell naw all your rhymes is really ~cheesy homie~
come correct cause all these suckaz gotta get up outta ~here cuzzz~
killin B's and C's it dont matter what color his ~gear was~
you tremblin thats what ~fear does~ even in the ~dirty south~
they know im huffin and puffin I hope you got a ~sturdy house~
or I'll blow your shit down KNOTs the rap ~hurricane~
my flow pistol whip ~nerds~ slap ~herbs~ and ~murda lames~
~observe game~ word knock you out the frame ~rap noobies~
imma Goodfella but aint squealin like Henry Hill in ~that movie~
rather hit a ~fat doobie~ or a functional glass sculpture.....
nothin rhymes with sculpture....
not a heartless poisoner I dont get ~cheddar from caine~
but Im a ~threat to your dame~ i'll get her ~wet from the pain~
the bytch ~better give brain~ leave her ~sweater with stains~
you ~disgracin the queen~ no ones ~embracing ya team~
Im like old dogg i got no problem ~wasting a fiend~
keep on ~chasin pipe dreams~ keep ~erasing ya cream~
keep smokin- visions of poverty ~replacin your dreams~
But im from England so please take it ~easy on me~
Hell naw all your rhymes is really ~cheesy homie~
come correct cause all these suckaz gotta get up outta ~here cuzzz~
killin B's and C's it dont matter what color his ~gear was~
you tremblin thats what ~fear does~ even in the ~dirty south~
they know im huffin and puffin I hope you got a ~sturdy house~
or I'll blow your shit down KNOTs the rap ~hurricane~
my flow pistol whip ~nerds~ slap ~herbs~ and ~murda lames~
~observe game~ word knock you out the frame ~rap noobies~
imma Goodfella but aint squealin like Henry Hill in ~that movie~
rather hit a ~fat doobie~ or a functional glass sculpture.....
nothin rhymes with sculpture....
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here's mine
I sit here elevated to bring a new element
in flows to represent some elegance
with Hip Hop in a different light
at various open mics
so we can cultivate this culture
to be preserved from the vultures
who try to feed the general masses
wack ass commercial gangster raps
and bling bling this and bling bling that
instead of kicking facts
they'd rather continue the slander
aka Hip pop properganda
I'd rather be among the greats
representing underground hip hop tapes
among the Too $hort's, Paris, and Public Enemies
instead of having the mainstream understanding me
Cuz you can sell gold by talking bold
but whats the point if its already been told???
screw it i'm here to reach the select few
with a message, bond this is for the truth
so read between the lines
and elevate your mind
transcend beyond the thugs n the crunks
cuz my lyrics are coming between stars n the sun
I'm from a whole nother solar system
on a mission to make a difference
though its only up to you 2 listen
regardless i'm eternally spitting.
in flows to represent some elegance
with Hip Hop in a different light
at various open mics
so we can cultivate this culture
to be preserved from the vultures
who try to feed the general masses
wack ass commercial gangster raps
and bling bling this and bling bling that
instead of kicking facts
they'd rather continue the slander
aka Hip pop properganda
I'd rather be among the greats
representing underground hip hop tapes
among the Too $hort's, Paris, and Public Enemies
instead of having the mainstream understanding me
Cuz you can sell gold by talking bold
but whats the point if its already been told???
screw it i'm here to reach the select few
with a message, bond this is for the truth
so read between the lines
and elevate your mind
transcend beyond the thugs n the crunks
cuz my lyrics are coming between stars n the sun
I'm from a whole nother solar system
on a mission to make a difference
though its only up to you 2 listen
regardless i'm eternally spitting.
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Theze dayz, it seemz 2 many niggaz want 2 b the man of the hour, they start off crawlin by slangin Brockoli then move on 2 slangin Cauliflower, then they wanna believe they have it Carlito's way like in his rize 2 power, with they stepped all over kokane, thats only good 4 baby azz powder, then when the snowman who bought yo gramz comez searchin 4 his piecez of pie, plus an explanation, you betta have answer why, all the fiendz from around the neighborhood trynna suck they own dickz and get high, off they own jean denim dye'z, you touchin major pie, kuttin into my profitz, thiz the last time you stepped on my toez, now im about ta go right in yo pocketz, just ta find my shit, herez sum advice fa ya bitch azz, buy ah plane ticket and split, a lil mo faster than quick, before they find you in a meat plant, hangin from a meat hook, chokin on ya own dick, itz noodle brainz like you that alwayz get lined up on the fence, handz behind yo back, face down and on yo kneez, now ya silly azz gettin pinched by the F.E.D'z, you try 2 lie ya way out of a jail bid, by tellin the judge you sold nuttin but weed, you wasn't smart enough ta smell the snitchez on ya own team, now they tellin the FED'z where you hid the dope and where you stashed yo kee'z, homie if it was me, I could smell the snitchez like a boo boo stain on my sleeve, and dogG I wouldn't let that shit slide they'd have ta sleep with thoze kee'z, I had ta bury, I'd make that shit happen fast and in a hurry, then serve the bustaz from the turf who knew they was snitchin with bullet flurry'z, leavin niggaz stiff like Murray'z Grease pomeade, puttin mo slugz on they head then some Sportin Wavez', late night battle callz got them niggaz shittin in they P.J.'z, tellin em now itz on 4 life like tattoo'z, and 2 get ready 4 the heatwavez, just like in New Jack city this is the American Way, that letz niggaz raized up out the gutta eazily make pay, I aint farmer john, I wasn't breed 4 milkin cow'z or bailin horse'z hay, so i gotta make me a grind, day by day, and if i gotta knock niggaz spotz outta the way, im ah be ridin on niggaz even when I get old and gray, walkin around witta kane two stepz from passing away, if thatz the case at least my legacy'z live rich enough with so much paper they wont have ta get they hu$tle on, pluz you makin yo paper'z takin food from me, thatz why im alwayz on the grind when holding court in theze streetz, any smart fool can see this how it has 2 B, So imma clack the hammer back before you get at me.
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they call me jay from the redrum elm street blood gang, doin my thang aint nothin changed, swangin them bows and bustin up brains.. swingin the gats or bustin the bat, all muthafuckas know that i'm comin like that, f*ck a hood rat, sell a dopesack, got bums givin me dap tellin me to leave crumbs in they hat.. i got it like that, killaz wanna step but they know they'll get capped, with a capital "C", marked out with a "B", drankin a fifth of the P, chase it down with OE..
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fuck a CCCensor... piece of shitkaotik_hcp wrote:they call me jay from the redrum elm street blood gang, doin my thang aint nothin changed, swangin them bows and bustin up brains.. swingin the gats or bustin the bat, all muthafuckas know that i'm comin like that, f*ck a hood rat, sell a dopesack, got bums givin me dap tellin me to leave crumbs in they hat.. i got it like that, killaz wanna step but they know they'll get capped, with a capital "be", marked out with a "B", drankin a fifth of the P, chase it down with OE..
LISTEN UP BITCHES MIAMI AINT NO MUTHAPHUKKIN JOKE...
MAKIN A WRONG TURN IN DIS BYTCH CAN GET A MUTHAPHUKKA SMOKE'D....
THREE CUBANS TRIED TO JACK ME FOR MY CHROME'D OUT BIKE....
NOW IF I LET THEM TAKE MY SHYT WHAT THE FUCK WOULD I LOOK LIKE?
NEEDLESS TO SAY THEY DIDNT HAVE NO GUNS OR NO BALLS...
AND THEY DAMN SURE DIDNT GET MY BIKE OR NECKLACE YALL...
SOME OF THESE HOODS LOOK LIKE A FUKKIN BOMB WENT OFF...
POVERTY, DRUGS, SLUMS AND BUMS WRAPPED IN DIRTY ASS CLOTH...
BUT IT AINT ALL SLUMMY... I SPENT A FEW DAYS ON SOUTH BEACH...
SEEN TWO BRAND NEW LAMBORGHINIS AND TOO MANY FERRARIS TO SPEAK...
AND EVERYBODY GOT A PORCSHE I HAD THE MOST GHETTO CAR IN TOWN...
YOU WANNA PULL SOME HOES DOWN HERE YOU GOTTA HAVE CHEESE TO GET DOWN...
I WAS CHILLIN UNDER SOME PALM TREES THINKIN THIS IS WHATS UP...
DRINKIN BREW AND SMOKIN WEED AND NOT GIVIN A PHUKK....
NOBODY DRESS LIKE ME NEITHER I GOT THE FLY-EST THREADS FO REAL..
AND GOT DAMN IF I HEAR ANY MORE COUNTRY MUSIC ON THE BOX IMMA PEEL...
IN PHILLY THERE WAS LIKE 4 OR 5 HIP-HOP STATIONS....
DOWN HERE THERE MIGHT BE ONE... WE NEED MORE RAP MUSIC RELATIONS...
THIS RHYME SUCKS BUT IT ONLY TOOK ME THREE PHUKKIN MINUTES...
HAD TA GET AT YALL AND SPIT AT YALL BUT PHUKKIT NOW IM FINISHED...
MAKIN A WRONG TURN IN DIS BYTCH CAN GET A MUTHAPHUKKA SMOKE'D....
THREE CUBANS TRIED TO JACK ME FOR MY CHROME'D OUT BIKE....
NOW IF I LET THEM TAKE MY SHYT WHAT THE FUCK WOULD I LOOK LIKE?
NEEDLESS TO SAY THEY DIDNT HAVE NO GUNS OR NO BALLS...
AND THEY DAMN SURE DIDNT GET MY BIKE OR NECKLACE YALL...
SOME OF THESE HOODS LOOK LIKE A FUKKIN BOMB WENT OFF...
POVERTY, DRUGS, SLUMS AND BUMS WRAPPED IN DIRTY ASS CLOTH...
BUT IT AINT ALL SLUMMY... I SPENT A FEW DAYS ON SOUTH BEACH...
SEEN TWO BRAND NEW LAMBORGHINIS AND TOO MANY FERRARIS TO SPEAK...
AND EVERYBODY GOT A PORCSHE I HAD THE MOST GHETTO CAR IN TOWN...
YOU WANNA PULL SOME HOES DOWN HERE YOU GOTTA HAVE CHEESE TO GET DOWN...
I WAS CHILLIN UNDER SOME PALM TREES THINKIN THIS IS WHATS UP...
DRINKIN BREW AND SMOKIN WEED AND NOT GIVIN A PHUKK....
NOBODY DRESS LIKE ME NEITHER I GOT THE FLY-EST THREADS FO REAL..
AND GOT DAMN IF I HEAR ANY MORE COUNTRY MUSIC ON THE BOX IMMA PEEL...
IN PHILLY THERE WAS LIKE 4 OR 5 HIP-HOP STATIONS....
DOWN HERE THERE MIGHT BE ONE... WE NEED MORE RAP MUSIC RELATIONS...
THIS RHYME SUCKS BUT IT ONLY TOOK ME THREE PHUKKIN MINUTES...
HAD TA GET AT YALL AND SPIT AT YALL BUT PHUKKIT NOW IM FINISHED...
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i got itunes too
ANYBODY NEED ANYTHING BY ANY OF THESE ARTISTS PM ME WE CAN TRADE MP3'S THRU EMAIL... I NEED MORE NORE SHYT PLUS LOTS MORE... THIS IS JUST THE RAP... WHY PAY FOR MUSIC WHEN YOU CAN GET IT FOR FREE FROM ME AND VICE VERSA
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2pac
50 cent
beastie boys
big pun
bone thugs n harmony
bump j
busta rhymes
canibus
chingy
chub rock
cypriss hill
d12
daz dillinger
dj jazz jeff & fresh prince
dj pudgee p
dmx
dr. dre
eazy-e
eminem
eve
fabolous
flipmode squad
funkmaster flex
g-unit
game
gangstarr
ghostface killa
gravediggaz
gza/genius
ice cube
insane clown posse
jah rule
jay-z
jay-z/linkin park
joe budden
joe houck
junior mafia
kanye west
kid rock
kurupt
the lady of rage
lauren hill
ll cool j
lost boyz
the lox
ludacris
mase
method man
meth & redman
mobb deep
mystikal
nore
nwa
nas
notorious big
ODB
onyx
public enemy
raekwon the chef
rbx
run-dmc
rza
snoop dogg
south central cartel
stack bundles
state property
styles p
the dogg pound
timbaland
tony gambino
uncle murder
vanilla ice
warren g
westside connection
will smith
wu tang clan
wu tang killa bees
xzibit
young jeezy
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2pac
50 cent
beastie boys
big pun
bone thugs n harmony
bump j
busta rhymes
canibus
chingy
chub rock
cypriss hill
d12
daz dillinger
dj jazz jeff & fresh prince
dj pudgee p
dmx
dr. dre
eazy-e
eminem
eve
fabolous
flipmode squad
funkmaster flex
g-unit
game
gangstarr
ghostface killa
gravediggaz
gza/genius
ice cube
insane clown posse
jah rule
jay-z
jay-z/linkin park
joe budden
joe houck
junior mafia
kanye west
kid rock
kurupt
the lady of rage
lauren hill
ll cool j
lost boyz
the lox
ludacris
mase
method man
meth & redman
mobb deep
mystikal
nore
nwa
nas
notorious big
ODB
onyx
public enemy
raekwon the chef
rbx
run-dmc
rza
snoop dogg
south central cartel
stack bundles
state property
styles p
the dogg pound
timbaland
tony gambino
uncle murder
vanilla ice
warren g
westside connection
will smith
wu tang clan
wu tang killa bees
xzibit
young jeezy
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yea exactly....Young Deuce wrote:You talkin bout that Afro puff girl that used to be with Doggystyle?????GOODFELLA wrote:YEAH AND THAT LADY OF RAGE ALBUM IS TIGHT BUT NOBODY EVER HEARD OF IT... HOLLA
so you got any cassidy stuff in your itunes???? cause thats what itunes is... it converts your cd's into mp3 files... so you can right click a song in itunes and hit copy, then paste it to your desktop, then you can email it to someone...
short jawn:
wipe the cheez whiz off ya shoes... and close ya mouth, foo
your names repeated in the news... because i bust you out, dood
i had the glock seventeen with high capacity clips
cant beleive you ran ya gums then had the audacity to dip
that sucka shit i had to flip it like blueberry pancakes
told dem pigs i got the heat to leave you very tan, jake
yall some fakes- i come with certified authenticity...
ya homo pops is cryin cuz he heard that guys cant get with me...
whatchall think?
wipe the cheez whiz off ya shoes... and close ya mouth, foo
your names repeated in the news... because i bust you out, dood
i had the glock seventeen with high capacity clips
cant beleive you ran ya gums then had the audacity to dip
that sucka shit i had to flip it like blueberry pancakes
told dem pigs i got the heat to leave you very tan, jake
yall some fakes- i come with certified authenticity...
ya homo pops is cryin cuz he heard that guys cant get with me...
whatchall think?
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you suck at rhymes, stop..GOODFELLA wrote:short jawn:
wipe the cheez whiz off ya shoes... and close ya mouth, foo
your names repeated in the news... because i bust you out, dood
i had the glock seventeen with high capacity clips
cant beleive you ran ya gums then had the audacity to dip
that sucka shit i had to flip it like blueberry pancakes
told dem pigs i got the heat to leave you very tan, jake
yall some fakes- i come with certified authenticity...
ya homo pops is cryin because he heard that guys cant get with me...
whatchall think?