Street Thugg'n
 

ayo heres a lil flow i mite turn into a track...

ayo yall dont want it wit me... im 2 hard/yall soft n it shows thru ya bars ya fuckin retards//
tha last jawn i droppt jus got passed on but i kno ya felt-it/i put bullets thru ya dome n yall nicca's special helmets//haha!
see we Street Thugg'n shyt the streets made me this way/ fuck nevamind killinz in ma muthafuckin DNA//
feelin like NWA the way i say 'Fuck Tha Police!!'/ i got doe so when i die ill git laid under gold sheets//
ayo kid jus tell me/ u muthafuckas wana fite.. how?/ shyt ya better start writin owt ya toe tags rite-now//
its lik tha fuckin mafia the way i stay choppin-ya/ but yall jus repeat my lines like a Xerox copier//

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nah def wack yo need to shorten dem lines i mean c'mon work an ya rhymes and ya multis and ya flow and wordplay yo go to tutorials and learn the basics kid...............

u need ta elevate... def need a low wasnt feelin dat....n wordplay needs workin on
Idw I is on da same standards hehe...holla back at mine ;)

ayo
 

for 1's it was a key... n sry i was drunk lmao... so its coo i guesss but i reely got game so i aint elevatin shyt

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you got some shit to it

leave it up 2 me u can get shot or stabbed/girlz call me papi but im not dey dad/raw uppercutz can u stop da jab/if i need doe den i hit da block wit dat/u noe dem sellz 2 4 15,3 4 25,u got 7 might let/14 4 a hundred/i'll pump anywhere in Atlantic city just cause im from it/dog i talk robbery thatz cause i done it/da hoody tied up click,clack nucca run it/u can be dead broke wit 5 1's i want/thatz what real niggaz call street life/u gotta rob n steal,fuck a job 4 real,what can u do gettin minimum wage/a pay checks a buck 10 thatz 4 minimum dayz/i can get a buck10 by extendin da gauge/he dont give it up fam gone end in a grave/itz eva pop u or shank ya/nucca that Gangsta/my flows so hot da devil cant walk my fire/im smashin hitz like mark miguire/...............................................tha tz it.......nothin else 4 free

Holla

lol that shyt suked 2 man all of u kids need to elevate thats all i gotta say damn u rookies come in thinkin u hott shyt ha *wake up*...

check yaself
 

ayo jus cuz im new to this site dont mean ima new kat spittin... i been dis hot n it was an off flow...so bytch up n stop yappin

Yo, you both need to elevate, seriously. Kid try and stop talkin bout killin, cause there are few people who can pull it off

yea well i can pull it off so wat up?

Yall mother fuckas, call that shit rappn?
My ass gotz better flows, while im on the toilet crappn/
You gotz beef wuts happenin?
Shoot through your skin, reload the gun and overlap em/

When it comes to rappn, expect me to be rhyme'n all day,
Specialy when we talkn bout Six D.F., and how hes gay/
To spit that whack shit, has to be sumtin wrong wit his brain,
Somebody did a lil too much, snortn cokain/

2lowkey4catz, y dont you fly awayway on your broom,
Your pants is like a cheap hotel, no ball room/
Gangster your playn imaginary, u wont be playn real soon,
After you feel heat, and get the scars of a bullet wound/

No hate, just playn the game,
Now grab the mic, your time for fame!/

Ayo MAng!?
 

Condom KilleRr speaks weak shyt:
Yall mother fuckas, call that shit rappn?
My ass gotz better flows, while im on the toilet crappn/
You gotz beef wuts happenin?
Shoot through your skin, reload the gun and overlap em/

When it comes to rappn, expect me to be rhyme'n all day,
Specialy when we talkn bout Six D.F., and how hes gay/
To spit that whack shit, has to be sumtin wrong wit his brain,
Somebody did a lil too much, snortn cokain/

2lowkey4catz, y dont you fly awayway on your broom,
Your pants is like a cheap hotel, no ball room/
Gangster your playn imaginary, u wont be playn real soon,
After you feel heat, and get the scars of a bullet wound/

No hate, just playn the game,
Now grab the mic, your time for fame!/

SixX da Lyrikal King spits:
ayo look at dis boal from Pittsburgh.. ackin gully/
nigga cum to Philly boal i dare u to try n mug me//
Yall jus like Sparxxx.. yall bytches styles 'fuckin ugly'/
fuck beatin round tha bush.. ill speak it bluntly//

you aint shit muthafucka so dont try n spit/
jus die n quit fore' u try n git ripped//
ill smash ya brain on the concrete so u 'thinkin streets'/
jus drop ya mic nicca cuz ya spittin'z weak//

i aint said shyt to u n u comin at me?/
come 2 tha hood n u fealin a g's heat//
u aint ever held a gun.. who u got to run from?/
the 90 year old lady nex door? dont ack dumb...//

i aint got beef witchu so jus pop Midol n relax/
u aint overlapp'n shyt.. jus havin a mental relapse//
dont abreveate ma name... u wont never no my brain/
i dont need cocaine to shatter ya mind frame//

i dont need fame i got fam so holla back/
n i dont think u need me to tell u ya shyts wack!!!//

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