remix: niggaz keep talkin(featurin badgirl and tony montana
 

niggaz keep talkin bout we fresh on the block well u right/...
but dont get ya fuckin balls in a knot cuz we tight/...
keep talkin bout how me my girl and tony wont deal ya/...
wont be talkin wit a fat ass lip now will ya/...

What if Nas and Jay-Z never had any beef.
Would tha Roc have to sign weak ass Chris and Neef?
What if Biggie was never discoverd and Pac wasn't a thug.
Would they still be alive instead of recieveing our love?
What if Big Sty and tha rap game wasn't collidin'.
Would he had made it big instead of seein' 50 and hidin'?
What if Alliyah waited one day instead of takin that plane.
Would the world's pretty singin angel still remain?
What if Left Eye just kicked w/ T-Boz and Chili.
Would TLC still be together, talkin' slick and actin silly?
What if Easy-E never stuck his dick in that trick.
Would he still be with Dre and Cube makin the whole world sick?
What if Kanye West was paralyzed in his unfortunate crash.
Would he still be makin' cash with Jigga and Damon Dash?
What if Eminem and them never wrecked Ja in that song.
Would Ja Rule still be here and Ashanti still standin' strong?

niggaz keep talkin bout we fresh on the block well u right/...
but dont get ya fuckin balls in a knot cuz we tight/...
keep talkin bout how me my girl and tony wont deal ya/...
wont be talkin wit a fat ass lip now will ya/...

Laceration of Imagination is perverse anxiety,
Translation of Penetration can traverse propriety,
Diverse society and converse of variety is affliction.
The sobriety and contradiction is lubrication of pain,
Regurgitation of slain creation is the rain of revelation,
Salvation is the instigation of revolution and asphxyiation.
The evolution of deterioration begins to design error,
The confine of terror can become serpentine emotion..
Benign devotion can intertwine with the ocean of slaughter,
devotion is the water cascadeing through anecephalic fools,
angelic jewls become phsycedelic tools constructing fate,
The obstructing rate errupting does escalate to demise..
We contemplate and convise the lies as we despise race..
We cant exersise the face imprinted on demented thought,
vermicide implemented,were cought in complemented onslaught.
Represented,the robot of adenohypophysial opression emerges,
depression diverges as a concession which converges with expression,
Surges through confession and purges regression of agression..
The supression of impression reveals the concealed pigmentation,
The erradication of inspiration contained in every pained pessimist,
Every explained terrorist of the mind has desighned another mental,
A lover of instrumental eximplification is congenital lamentation,
experimental examination and phycoanalysis isnt medication..
The paralysis of levitation and suspension is the extension of death.
In this level of comprehension,I fear to draw breath....

niggaz keep talkin bout we fresh on the block well u right/...
but dont get ya fuckin balls in a knot cuz we tight/...
keep talkin bout how me my girl and tony wont deal ya/...
wont be talkin wit a fat ass lip now will ya/...

The sultry silence deafens those who crave the rhythms flow,
And to desperate ears the whispers linger softly as the wind blows,
The angels came to gather, standing over a boy so plain of face,
The last few trickles of innocence, in eyes not so out of place,
A daring breath of laughter, that settled on the breeze,
Will live in memories hereafter, until death captures longed for sleep,
And the times we shared together shall survive on hopeful wings,
And be carried in so many hearts when winter turns to spring.
Stolen as a youngster, before you'd made your way,
The path began to darken, doctors knew not what to say,
But your cheeky smile continued, right up until your dying day,
And you promised that you loved me, but I let you slip away,
My grasp could not be tightened, and my hearts on such a tender thread,
Why did you have to leave me like you did, should it not be me instead,
Questions won't be answered, anger whirling in my head,
Won't ease away my suffering; it won't change that love is dead.
The power of prayer is useless now, but no harder could I try,
And tears won't bring you back to me; I know. Because I've cried.

yo sum1 hit us up wit a response on the quik note ight

playing
 

playing hearts so bad will get two girls thank u all big in bad then one finds out about the outher then you have no one that is what playing doz to you belive me i was a player now i aint i dont have no one now cuz i played her to plz belive me dont be a player cuz you like to meany girls if you dateing some one right now and some one asked you out just say no tell them you aint noplayer and walk awhay cuz playing hearts you and your love one aint that how it goes bye yu all and dont be a player boys and girls

what the fuck is you talkin bout nigga sumone hit us up wit a response that aint talkin bout they personal life i should smak this dumass nigga for writin that

hey hey hey Ciara thats my ex-bf! Told u he won't leave me alone........

Uhm, It Was Aight...

Few Nice Lines, On The Whole I'd Say BadGirl Dropped The Best Verse, I'm Sure Ya'll Could Have Done Better

Aight Drop Tho, Keep Em Comin

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uppin bitches