Oh shit man, I'm way too young to die
These guys got there gats ready to fry
My ass down, I think I'll sit here and Hide
When they turn around I'll start up my ride
And hope these bitches dont shoot me in my side
But hey, once i'm far outta there sight
I'll come back and run 'em over alright
Then turn aroudn and drive all thru da night

EDIT: Next topic is -- Living in Iraq

Gettin the telegram, in the mail
Says "Dear soldier" you goin to hell
or a place close to it
you fightin a war, for someones else's wrong doin
Wipe the tears from my mama's eyes, and proceed to pack
Next home, is a tent in Iraq
Went from fine livin, to livin like a bum
Now my best friend, is fully loaded gun
whos really your ally? whos really your enemy
next day, we pourin out the hennessy
for lost soldiers, who didnt deserve death
and mr. bush aint doin nothin but holdin his own breath
watchin as his own people die from attack
Now thats the life, of a soldier in Iraq

next topic: rape

it was a friday night, shit was right, and the mood was set/
i touched her on her thigh, she gave a cry, "we not ready for that move yet"/
so im thinking in my head, this girls a tease, and maby id get some luck/
so i try kissin instead, she dodges me, and im like what the fuck/
we been goin out for 6 months, with nothin but hugs and half-ass kisses/
i thought we was getting close, but stead you trying to be my misses/
im sry if i seem blunt, bold, carl or frank/
but i need some fucking sex, cause you putting dents all up in my bank/
now i told her to relax, not make it hard for me to do this/
but she resited and that pissed me off, so now im rippin thru this bullshit/
*there goes the shirt*, now im suck her nipples/
shes screaming "please stop". but this bitch is past gigles/
so now im gettig down and dirty, when this bitches brothers bursts in/
i get caught wit some fists and flurries, and karate kick up in my chin/
this nigga pulls out a dildo, start to carres my face/
the mutha fuckin tables have turned, looks like im the one getting raped....

relationships

Relationships
 

Yo, this is relationships from the male point of view//
When dealin wit a female, there's good and bad news//
The man becomes two faced, he has two different worlds//
He's gotta be hard around his boys but soft when wit his girl//
The boyz wanna hit tha club, but she wants you at home//
She ain't puttin out and you a dog searchin for a bone//
What do you do? This is an important decision//
Yo girl's a dyme but there's worthy competition//
Any Many Miny Mo//
A lifetime wit yo soul mate or a night wit a ho//
That's not my dicision, that's for ya'll to contemplate//
This has been a word of advice from ILL Tempa tha great.

Next Topic - Money Problems

Working all day, bust his fingers to tha bone//
he got 4 kids and a wife 2 provide 4, but he alone//
in the daily struggle to get enough for the essentials//
but for all his work, theres only disrespect no credentials//
he's looked down upon, because his clothes are old//
the love and determination isnt seen, only the bad is told//
maybe his look is shabby, but we gotta see past it//
he rose from the streets, sorted out his shit//
but whats he got to show for it? not much, ill admit//
but give him some credit, he works longer than your awake//
and he does it for his familys sake//

Next Topic: The ever changing face of Michael Jackson

that nigga michal is fucked up he need a new identity or a deep lords prayer
but no matter how much he try's we'll still kno his true top layer

we all kno touchin and malestin children is in his nature
thatz why michal jackon touch more kids ass than a roll of tolit paper

topic-basketball

hoopin it up, down at da playground
jump shot, hearin nothin but the "chain sound"
ching ching, sounds like my ice "bling bling"
"break so many 'Nicks off"(Knick), yall think I was "Ewing"
It's all business, when its a 1 on 1 game
"hit the paint so hard" you think i was "picaso in the lane"
its a shame, how i gotta do these cats
cross-over, slam dunk, im "AI mixed with Shaq"
Theoretically, you might have a chance to see me
But face facts, im the "franchise", fuck "stevie"
think you can cross me? dawg dontl ie
you needa nine, and HOPE just to get by


next topic - hospitals

i leave em fucked up, cease loot/
i follow no laws, not even laws of physics, but i do follow steet rules/
ya'll weak dudes, i'll mess around and serve you flunkies/
reach threw your stomach and pull out your food if i'm hungry/
leave em hangin like mokeys, just follow the leader/
sit down simple subjects, i am your teacher/
rude and blunt speech, one quick to accost ya/
i'm like a college professer, when i teach you a lesson it'll cost ya/
punch your mouth hard, now your chin is gone/
break threw skin and bone, i will send you home/
play your rib cage like a xylophone with different tones/
make you overdose off of helium and lift your soul/
i'll have you on the ground stiff and cold/
so stop the presses, i'm the best in RB, the hottest message/
tounge sharper than a sword, let's battle, i got my weapon/

I guess you didn't read all of my flow...but i read yours...but theres a problem your'er worser then i am...and im not being rude...but you really do suck
but like i said you dissed my flow so i'll diss the one you put up....dont diss me...and i want diss you....home boy!!!...you need to elevate....and Fuck off!!...you dont want it with me pussy!!!..But i got you so watch the boards...you and ol boy that was talking shit as well....I'll be back

Far too many bitches, ain't gettin' this respect,
Don't dismiss this vet -all you do is bitch on the internet,
You try to rhyme violently that shit's fine with me,
Cos you can't back it up livin' 5000 miles from me,
In time you'll see other cats have got nuthin' to fear,
U just follower's, need to be a "lead"er to jump start your career,
Dismay these wack rappers there's no changing that,
But battlin' on the net won't help you get paid for rap.

Peace.

Topic: Life after death.

got the nickel nine packed wit hollow tips in the clip
watch shots trickle n drip when i take it off my hip
the clips empty no time to reload
get out the 45 im in killin mode
pop da trunk theres 4 15's with 3 m16's
2 blunts packed with green and 1 teen
thats in a trash bag held hostage wit an ak
ready to spray and spit
get ya wig split fa some frontin shit

topic-gangs

By tha time ya'll enter, ya'll see tha tru colours
Letting muthafukaz know that they got tha numbers
Open fire on them muthafukaz in they blue suites
Originality aint mean shit, its about who shoots
Delivering the tru msg, shedding nothing but blood
Shooting up crips, all tha same, juz gangsta n thugz

Visualise the scene as reinforcements arrive
Silence deceases as two gangs clash n despise

Crips got each others backs taking out those who wear red
Reinforcing those who bin shot down, time to avenge their deaths
Individuals in sight, but connected down to tha bone
People aint messing wid crips unless they wanna see tha chrome
S................ (LOL)

next topic: thug luv

I luv my doggs, Id never want em to loose it/
cuz niggaz who talk shit get mumifide wit bullets/
Unruly thugs continue under the suns pressure/
Work tha land just to make the hood a lil fresher/
hoodys and jackets in the cold december/
My doggz is champs, U contempt wit beeing contenders/
WillNova severs while verbal violence heads for the center/
katscans just to make sure U remember/
and to follen thugs, here's a 40.oz/
poring to the ground, in respect for Pun in the Buggy Down/
Plus Pac, BIG, and L/
life is either U rap, get shot, or locked in Jail/

I tried.........
Next Topic, entering the mind of a Psychopath.

bullet afta bullet, hot shells fall on tha street
blood spilled, brains mushy as hollow tips hit tha concrete
why is killin illegal, its just so much fun
why should we git locked up just fo bustin a gun
tha phykopathic mind of a nigga thats lost all hope
in society, tha system, life is just 2 hard 2 cope
so he chose 2 pick up cold steel n let loose on innocents
laughin as bodys drop, he got a mind thats lost all sense
killin not in defence, killin simply fo tha fun of it
was picked on as a kid but now hes makin up fo it
he doesent care if he dies, there aint no fear in his eyes
nuthin left bit dispise, for a world thats based on lies
if he could ask one question 2 god, its gotta be
"why is life so crewl, whyd you hav 2 choose me'
constantly in tha wrong, had no friends 2 call his own
panaking fo his 'life', sweatin, crying in his own home
skitsophrenia fucked him in the head, hes lyin on his bed
wit a gun in his right hand... barrel inside his mouth..
cock it back, pull tha trigga, end his life now he dead...

next topic- crack