     Blak-n-Decka | Tuesday, February 27, 2001 - 03:31 pm
i'm da sheff respresenta, comin thru ya secta wit this mad flava, com try n test the king, pushin lex and phat diamon ring, makin ya gal sing, for me, shmokin da tree, johnny blaze top and iceberg jeans, that enough from me right now!!!
yr turn peace! |
| Dobble R | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 12:23 am
Our lifesytles be close caption
Addicted to fatal attraction
Pictures and actions be played back
In the mist of mashin'
No fairytales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of Hell
Jail and crack cells
Culture
Or the repercussion
While bustin' on back-stabbing vultures
Sellin' my soul
For material wishes
Fast cars and bit*ches
Wishin' I live my life a legend
Immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears, save your sympathy
My childhood years
Was spend burying my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns
Waiting to breath:
"If you believe
you can achieve, just look at me"
Against all odds
Though life is hard, we carry on
Living in the projects
Broke with no lights on
To all the G's that follow me
Protect your essence
Born with less but your still precious.
Fu*ck tha world
As we unload, we witness furious speeds
Un-answered questions keep us all stressin'
Curious G's
Back stabed and bleeding
Crooked thoughs
Laced with weed
Learnin', duckin' stray shots
Bullets be hot
They burnin'
Inhale the shurm smoke
Visualize the flames
Will I be smothered by my own pain?
Strange wisdoms
Cowards conversate'
So quick to dis' us
Takin' pictures for the Feds
In desperate hopes they get us
Hit us all, give us plenty centuries
Forgive my stance
Sense I entered many penitentiaries
The best revenge
Is fu*ck friends
We milatary minded soljahs
Bustin' shots blindly
Trying to find Jahova
To help me
Somebody save me
Lost and crazy
Scared to drop a seed
Hopin' I ain't cursed babies
Maybe now
Niggaz feel me now
Picture my pain
Embrace my words
Make the world change
And still I smile nigga |
| sheff RAPPER | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 01:33 am
increase the doses, bustin whoever closest
Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus
I'm makin money moves manditory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture ni**az we rushin and still bustin
til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherf**kin villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I laugh til I cry, when the law come get me
No baby momma drama, ni**a miss me, why plant seeds
in a dirty bi**h, waitin to trick me, not the life for me
Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me
I'm bustin on ni**az until they scurry, I'm clearly
a man of military means in my artillery
Watchin over me through every murder scene
From adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
Sellin dope to all the fiends, at times I wanna cry
And still, we try to change the past, in vain
Never knowin if this game'll last, feelin ashamed
of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul?
Got tired of small time livin, ni**az tellin me no
I got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that's the mentality
Jealous-a*s bustaz, make it hell for us |
| Blak | Thursday, March 08, 2001 - 03:18 pm
Niggas never use there own lyrics
From dawn to sunset all they do is mimic
Cant handle my rymes cos they too explicit
Rymes be weak like u admitting defeat
Cant beat me but try to cheat
Never ending my winning streak
I do this even without swearin
From winter to when the sun is glarin
Get the bread with ma boys and we all sharin
North to south representin like no other
So why bother, police watchin in da helicopter
CCTV be zoomin in on me, i have'nt done nothin but i'm an IC3
Cant escape their clutch but i cant do too much
I'm a criminal as such
Uk style, i'm the roughest by miles, like my future child
Come with ya own ideas not copying ya pears and confrong yr fears
Of me, when it coms to ryming, i'm the all mighty
Blak!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
| Anonymous | Friday, March 09, 2001 - 05:01 am
name is Muktar, brain dead like Tupac
I'm a superstar, you realy like that pornostar
I'm buzzin, sheffield repesentin,
Cursin at you players worse Stan in discussions
You wacker than the motherfuc*ker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
fu*ck it, Admit it, before u comin out in the open
I'm doin crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
My name is Muktar iam a fag alcoholic (Hi Muktar)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fu8ck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in the puddin, just ask the Sheffield people
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than hannebale........ what what what what.................. beat that..... |
