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Je hebt geen swagger
nee je bent een neger
Baasd is baas
jij gewoon een ordinaire Dwaas
weet toch
nee je bent een neger
Baasd is baas
jij gewoon een ordinaire Dwaas
weet toch
'wat niet rekt, dat scheurt'
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you
I think universal harmony is a pipedream and it may be more productive to focus on more modest goals, like a ban on yodeling.
Beetje rappen jeweetquote:
I think universal harmony is a pipedream and it may be more productive to focus on more modest goals, like a ban on yodeling.
Heb m'n unban he, maar moet wel ontopic blijven dus hier weer 'n rap:quote:
There's a war goin on outside, no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
from these, streets, that we done took
You walkin witcha head down scared to look
You shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
by the mac one-double, I touch you
and leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me
and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act
I'm fallin and I can't turn back
or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
I think universal harmony is a pipedream and it may be more productive to focus on more modest goals, like a ban on yodeling.
zware lijnen.quote:Op woensdag 3 november 2010 21:02 schreef ThaTim het volgende:
[..]
Heb m'n unban he, maar moet wel ontopic blijven dus hier weer 'n rap:
There's a war goin on outside, no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
from these, streets, that we done took
You walkin witcha head down scared to look
You shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
by the mac one-double, I touch you
and leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me
and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act
I'm fallin and I can't turn back
or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
Op woensdag 5 januari 2011 schreef Klinkerbotsing:
Waarom zijn jouw topics altijd zo awesome _O_
Op maandag 11 april 2011 schreef Myraela:
Hallo mijn "Als je 10 jaar ouder was geweest had ik je geraakt" toekomstige echtgenoot.
Waarom zijn jouw topics altijd zo awesome _O_
Op maandag 11 april 2011 schreef Myraela:
Hallo mijn "Als je 10 jaar ouder was geweest had ik je geraakt" toekomstige echtgenoot.
Deze quote is als citaat bedoeld.quote:Op woensdag 3 november 2010 20:58 rapte EcktenBaas het volgende:
Niet eens een rapper, maar omin chimeids die roepen me.
Ben een manager, bel me voor die boekingen.
Elke stap is een zakelijk zet, van de single, tot de clip tot de promo op het net.
Dit is een netwerk, 't is een beweging
Meer dan een beweging, ik zet jou in een beweging.
Bel me voor die zaken, kom niet met die dating.
Rappers vragen voel je mij, kom niet met die gay thing.
Ik heb geen zin in pp2gay niggers.
Collabo's met homo's die protos voor foto's, click click.
Alsof ze mij kennen.
Ik ben hier niet voor jou, ik ben hier om je bitch te klemmen.
Op klemma te represenen.
Pak ik papier en pen en FOK!, rellen en rennen, blijf rustig zitten waar ik zit.
OWwwwwwww!!!!
MC'ers weten niet hoe het leven op de straat is. Een MC hoef ik dus ook niet te zijn.quote:
Ik laat gewoon mijn hart spreken en er komt gewoon ijzersterke rap uit.
I think universal harmony is a pipedream and it may be more productive to focus on more modest goals, like a ban on yodeling.
M'n laatste rap voor ik nu Ajakkes ga kijken:
Kid you ain't lyin!
I went to stash the murder weapon,plus I'm relyin
On a door to be open,goin in the building,it's a trap!
Police buckin at me,they try to twist my dome back
Jetted up the staircase to the third floor
Reached behind the sink,throw the heater on the floor
Locked the door,police grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw,
said "where's the gun we saw?", (I don't know!)
"We know you was there at the homicide scene" (I know nuttin!)
"And if it wasn't you, it was somebody from ya team"
Kid you ain't lyin!
I went to stash the murder weapon,plus I'm relyin
On a door to be open,goin in the building,it's a trap!
Police buckin at me,they try to twist my dome back
Jetted up the staircase to the third floor
Reached behind the sink,throw the heater on the floor
Locked the door,police grabbed me up and tryed to break my jaw,
said "where's the gun we saw?", (I don't know!)
"We know you was there at the homicide scene" (I know nuttin!)
"And if it wasn't you, it was somebody from ya team"
I think universal harmony is a pipedream and it may be more productive to focus on more modest goals, like a ban on yodeling.
Haters zijn jaloers op me money ik geef ze straf
Ik verkoop alles wat je nodig heb, nigga maak geen grap
En mu broek die zakt af
niet omdat ik wijde kleren draag maar van de doekoe in me zak
Hussla 4 life, one luv jwtz.
Ik wil een shadout doen naar me homie kees kachel uit eindhoven, FS Greengang, mu broertje lexus, de irritantste nigga negativ en mu boys op de dam ik hou van jullie Peace out niggahs.
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Ik verkoop alles wat je nodig heb, nigga maak geen grap
En mu broek die zakt af
niet omdat ik wijde kleren draag maar van de doekoe in me zak
Hussla 4 life, one luv jwtz.
Ik wil een shadout doen naar me homie kees kachel uit eindhoven, FS Greengang, mu broertje lexus, de irritantste nigga negativ en mu boys op de dam ik hou van jullie Peace out niggahs.
[ Bericht 36% gewijzigd door I_Need_Money op 03-11-2010 21:14:52 ]
Compenseer me uiterlijk met me inkomen
De tekst van deze zit ook in een battle in 8 mile van eminem.quote:
[..]
Heb m'n unban he, maar moet wel ontopic blijven dus hier weer 'n rap:
There's a war goin on outside, no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
from these, streets, that we done took
You walkin witcha head down scared to look
You shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
by the mac one-double, I touch you
and leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me
and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act
I'm fallin and I can't turn back
or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
Eminem was toen nog goed, maar niks vergeleken met Mobb Deep.quote:Op woensdag 3 november 2010 21:15 schreef ElmoFan het volgende:
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De tekst van deze zit ook in een battle in 8 mile van eminem.
I think universal harmony is a pipedream and it may be more productive to focus on more modest goals, like a ban on yodeling.
Mensen, weer een rap van ThaTim:
Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Nigga bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you
Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Nigga bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you
I think universal harmony is a pipedream and it may be more productive to focus on more modest goals, like a ban on yodeling.
Dit is meer de MC martin stylequote:
gasten dit topic wordt door jullie kut
ga lekker terug naar jullie hut put.
Wat is dit nou weer? Alle moeite die ik in dit topic heb gestopt op eerdere pagina's, en nu wordt het verkracht door lyrics te kopiëren?
Shit is fout
Shit is fout
knap zeg, iemand anders zijn lines posten
Jonko wordt veelste duur, want m'n buurman en ik roken vier jonko's in een uur man.
kom nie stoer doen met je taki taki
jij denkt je ben omin wreed ma je ben alleen ma kaki
dus hou je moffo voor je meer poep ga praten
want jeweet zelluf ik smack je tanden op de straten
jij denkt je ben omin wreed ma je ben alleen ma kaki
dus hou je moffo voor je meer poep ga praten
want jeweet zelluf ik smack je tanden op de straten
Bier hier.
ej thatim fock jou met je trut letter
je bent niks anders dan een kut etter
ga nu maar weg voordat je gaat huil
anders word ik boos en sla op je muil
denk nou maar niet dat je stoer bent
want je huis is maar een kleine tent
OOoOoOoOWwwwwW
je bent niks anders dan een kut etter
ga nu maar weg voordat je gaat huil
anders word ik boos en sla op je muil
denk nou maar niet dat je stoer bent
want je huis is maar een kleine tent
OOoOoOoOWwwwwW
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