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Tha Sickness [boston]

i got enough heat to blaze you up
you know, im from beantown (beantown)
i got my crew right behind me, nigga
you cant take me down (me down)
i got enough heat to blaze you up
you know, im from beantown (beantown)
i got my crew right behind me, nigga
you cant take me down (me down)

(and you know)

take in tha sites of tha city, its gritty, up in Hyde Pahk
Dorchesta heights, if you theah, you better ryde cock'd
Boston baby... thats the city i claim
got tha 4-5 cocked and ready, im takin aim
dont needa name, i jus needa discription
gimme a week and his face will be missin
im makin front page news, check tha Globe
i hate tha beans rivals, ima 'New-Yorkah-phobe'
Sox won it finaly, hell subsides to ice, its chilled
that was tha prophecy, it has been fullfilled
you got Bluez, and Redz, but i aint for those teams
i fly tha flag of an Ace, so i rock tha green
similar to tha hometown monster mas-cot
were underdogs of hip-hop, tell you what Mass-Got
tha source, tha sox, tha pats, and Sick
like snoop, you know my rhythm is gangsta...
im killin em quick
i got em comin back for more of my hy'dro flow, its mean
and yo [who dat?] its tha 'S-I' from tha BEAN!!

Young Soulja [st. louis]

i always stay sharp intact,im from st.lou,st.lou
mah rhyme game neva lacks,im from sl.lou,st.lou
you'd always find me posted up on da block,im from st.lou,st.lou
and you can neva scare me wit yo glock,im from st.lou,st.lou
its da soulja,duude

wit da arch in mah eye while im runnin from da 4-4/
fuck da cops im thinkin as i scream out 3-1-4/
imma in da zone,im in mah killah mode/
fuckin wit me i'll leave you like a empty pepsi bottle wit no lid on/
and i keep mah classics(reebok)all white but unstraped/
you dont know it but i'll leave like a christmas morning gift,all unwraped/
its youngsoulja keep on talkin and me da Catactist gon have you sprayed/
put ya azz on display, and have you body straight splayed/
and it'll be covered in a heavy rep shade/
red droplets er'where cops'll think it rained bourgonday/
you'd be so fucked up dat da couldnt chalk ya frame/
i wont touch ya and da CIA wont be able to find ya remains/

Kilo [north carolina]

i got a hundred bitches on my dick...
nigga i'm from NC; NC
n u can tell i'm in a mobsta clique
so bitch be eazy; eazy
i got a couple knives by my side
wheneva i ride; i ride
n i got semiautomatic guns
2 leave ya tie-dyed
n dis is how i do

its so many bitch niggaz duckin my fuckin punches
like a tyson-holyfield fight they bitin they know i run dis
they sweet like a 16th birthday da shits so insane
like they a member of tha fab 5 wit kool aid in they veins
but i'm past that
i live in tha Queen City where tha real pimps squeeze tittys
we gritty n life aint pretty on tha poor we have no pitty
sometimes life is shitty but tha real niggaz get by; we witty
known 2 put siggys in kidneys n blame it on dat riffle committe
carolina pride comes deep fried with a side of fries n chicken
tha ballaz glide like Clyde but MJ's style 2 us fits like a mitten
if niggaz is shittin aint no bitchin just straight wig splittin
u need money but got no job u get on tha corna n start ta gettin
we ride white walls n listen 2 biggy smallz we livin large life is tall
tha helicopter doin it big in and 1 but we all been taught ball til u fall
we got dem folks dat run n tote n smoke thinkin life is a joke
my niggaz run tha ACC but not ballin:tha Atlantic Confrence of Coke
much love 2 704 we come thru ya house n kick in ya doors
slap ya sistaz AND ya momma up n call 'em some whores
we drink til we tipsy then fight n move out like some gypsies
stayin so spiffy; anybody got a prob wit NC den come get me