What are the most fucking raw hardcore gangsta thug lyrics youve ever heard...

Quote a few bars in here.......

Bro Yao

"GIT ON YOUR KNEES!"

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I don't know where it originally came from... but Tha Q used it in one of his RV Medley's that he did....

it went sumthin like...

"I'm a gangsta, a straight up G.. the gangsta life is the life for me.. sellin drugs by day, shootin people by night.. being a gangsta is hella tight!"

^ FUCKING RAW!!

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Gangster, killer, dope dealer by westside connections is gangstaness in its rawest form:

Fuck it...ima just post the whole song, lmfao:

[Intro: Ice Cube]

Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me

Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love

You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean

God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna
build

How many jars you gonna try to put us in

You know what I'm saying

Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X]

[Ice Cube]

Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas

These triggas we's killas (hahaha)

Sittin' on the porch in between legs

Wit a bitch French braiding my head

Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted

What's the Connection bitch you looking at it

It don't stop

I hit mo' licks than it

Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop

And it's gonna take a miracle

To drive a car this color down Imperial

Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark

(Punk ass nigga)

So let's wait till it get dark

So many foe's walk in my ??

It's like the international, house of pancakes

All on the grass, every bitch passed

A first not last, when we all hit the ass

Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what)

One Pussy, and thirteen dicks

Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh)

Niggas run out and get ya cookie

[Westside]

Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X]

[W.C.]

Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide)

Nobody survives when I got my steel up

Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga

What the fuck you lookin' at nigga [whistle]

True blue when I bust

Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks

Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride

I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside

Letting 'em have it

With my double barrel sawed off

I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all

Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses

Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette [haha]

As the sun frowns on my forehead

I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man

Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock

When I bust shots

W.C. keep the hammer cocked

The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala [repeat 4X]

[Mack 10]

What's crackin

Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene

I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams

I put it down on and off the record my flats a

Double decker, marble floors all checkered

Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and

Bombay like Peruvian yae

So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man

I make more deliveries than the postman

My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an

Now it's kilos five and six double zeros

Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex

Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex

With my aces o-t on a regular basis

We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases

Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla

Like a gangsta, a killa

But Mack I'll be the dope deala

Killa county is a state, murda [repeat 4X]

The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) [repeat 8X]

Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up

I cant go here, I can't go there

I feel institutionalized

And i'm on the street

Im sure Ill find some even better lyrics later, word.

Pull up on the side while i draw for my nine
Blow it in ur dome leave it all in your mind

isnt really the "most" gangsta or thug, but its my favorite on that topic...

Shots through the driver side,
that mean the driver died
Car crash, kill the passenger, double homicide
We in all black like Amistad
They call my crew old school,
cuz we walk around with 90 9's ('99s)
Millimeters, red dot, find the spot,
head shot, body drop
Two fingers, I'M OUT

- Weezy Da Boss

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Nah lad.. This is the most gangsta shit ever to be outputted through a mic..

First in my class here at MIT
Got skills, I'm a champion at D&D
M.C. Escher, that's my favorite M.C.
Keep your 40, I'll just have an Earl Grey tea
My rims never spin, to the contrary
You'll find that they're quite stationary
All of my action figures are cherry
Stephen Hawking's in my library
My MySpace page is all totally pimped out
Got people beggin' for my top eight spaces
Yo, I know pi to a thousand places
Ain't got no grills but I still wear braces
I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise
I'm a wiz at Minesweeper, I could play for days
Once you've see my sweet moves, you're gonna stay amazed
My fingers movin' so fast I'll set the place ablaze
There's no killer app I haven't run (run)
At Pascal, well I'm number one (one)
Do vector calculus just for fun
I ain't got a gat, but I got a soldering gun (what?)
Happy Days is my favorite theme song
I could sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong
I'll ace any trivia quiz you bring on
I'm fluent within JavaScript as well as Klingon

How thug is that...

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RIP jono, peace out bboy.
Pardon Canada Criminal Record Pardons Services Toronto

"I lost my mac son."

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lmfao... .

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Impressive Nos, lol.

word up.

wow
Blayboy quoting Wayne?
who would have ever guessed

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^Llmao word


"I'll cut your tongue out, and lick my balls with them shits!"

wordd

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cuz if you gonna talk 2 me like that ya gotta stop talkin
and ill be standin there in ya blood pop lockin
cuz under my arm is a fine senorita
on on ma waist ina 9 millimeter
so let it b known im prepared to buss
so when u see me wit my homies beware of us
cuz we be down fa B and E's and that aint bacon and eggs
thats when we run up in ya crib and we be breakin ya legs

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