Da R.I.P. "back from the DEAD"
 

This crew is done.

soory man but im not commiting my self to ur crew if u guna let us all down...u sed to me dis crew is like a family and you fucked off at da first hurdle......i dont wont no beef wid u man...but u lets da crew down BIG time....and im a bit pissed off.....no beef....good luck wid it

good luck yo.

Its cool, Lyrical MC, see it how you want it. But to let you know, Deuce dont back down from anything.

man i dont wont beef...coz u iz cool...but u didnt even tell me da crew was off man.....you showed me no respect dawg...

I sent PMs to everyone man. And plus I was gone that week cause one of my niggas was killed out west. Bakerboy was the one who came up wit the idea in the first place.

here is my shit
i murder fuckin bitches for a job
i leave em' layin there wit more holes like sponge bob

then i'll go to there grave
they put roses i put a gernade

blow you strait right outta ya hole
then i'll let G-duce go and carry ya soul

bring you to the afterlife
you can hardly walk but you follow the white light

then the lord pulls the leaver
sends ya ass straight to me im the devil

I'll get back to you Madd, just need to here from more before I make my decision.

Still looking for dem hardcore mcs, fa sho. Holla at cha boy

Still recruiting..........................Uppin for peoples

I split a nigga'z wig like a big watermelon, I ain't failin'/
Nig, break ya like a tiny twig as I am a convicted felon//
This shit was sellin' 'til I went down for a damn year/
Take a cotton swab n clean ya ear to know what to fear//
No more of tha shit I implore now ya goina hear in this rhyme/
Go floor to tha door, my lyrics bounce every mothafuck a time//

lil bit there playa

you think you know crazy well you don't know me* i take a knife to a gun fight and put them all to sleep*
my heat is hot make nigga want to ware diapers* kill niggas opn the mic like dc snipers*
i'm a all star you know a big tymer* and hold more lines then a 3 ring binder*
cause i pack heat and heat pack me* so you can try to creep but i'll still burn you in my sleep

go check my free agent lyric

Ya'll cool, I'm going to give more niggas chances to get in. Then I'll make my decision.

Droppin' Knowledge
 

Anyone who wants to come at the illest from the wood,
Grab the mic and show your face, instead of hidin' behind your hood.
Jay eat M.C.z, Ya'll can call me a hip-hop junkie,
Stay servin' Ashton Kutsher wanna-bez that be tryin' to punk me.
When you come at Jay, U should prolly wear a vest,
Or catch a lyrical bullet aimed straight at your chest.
So what besides R.I.P should be on your tombstone when we murder U?
Just John Doe, cause you scream your name, but no one's heard of U.
Your rap is so weak, I can't give your style a name,
But I can compare your flow to 1 of two niggaz in the game.
You could be like Nas, Cause it was Written,
Or I could call you Jay-Z cause it was Bitten.
Well if the shoe fits, fuck it, you know the rest,
Are you convinced yet or do I need another test? :huh:

Yo, Niggaz wanna holla at Jay? Cause I'm all day baby.