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01-02-2010, 07:42 AM
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 *DR's nice guy* Poster Rank:78 Male Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 19,438 Mentioned: 89 Post(s) Quoted: 7144 Post(s)
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Re: Tupac Shakur Death Picture
[Tupac] I ain't got no motherfucking friends That's why I fucked your bitch You're fat motherfucker {Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is ****** we bring it to {Take Money} (ha ha, that's alright) First off, fuck your bitch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a player But I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys ****** fuck for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for your jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How I'll leave you Cut your young ass up See you in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So fuck peace I'll let them ****** know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night (ha ha) Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill fuck with me And get your caps peeled You know, see [Chorus:] Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh Who shot me, But your punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace *****, I hit 'em up Check this out You motherfuckers know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track You all ****** ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on you bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pass the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of you Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Guard your rank 'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through ***** And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of you ***** With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bauer Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up [Chorus] Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you ****** getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine ****** think they learned to fly But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But it's funny to me All you ****** living bummy While you fucking with me? I'm a self made Millionaire Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha) Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house Now it's all about Versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mother-fucker I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N E W Jers. Where plenty of murder occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenario Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to your knees Copin' pleas with these Little Kim is you Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You're a beat biter Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker So fill the Alize with a chaser 'bout to get murdered for the paper E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh) Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke Thug Life, ****** better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off *****, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run (ha ha) They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the fuck they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh) You wanna fuck with us You Little young ass motherfuckers Don't one of you ****** got sickle-cell or something You're fucking with me, *****? You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you ****** from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama fuck you and your mother fucking mama. We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion Well this is how we gonna' do this: fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie, fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then fuck you too. Chino XL, fuck you too. All you mother fuckers, fuck you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow motherfucker. My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow. You motherfuckers can't be us or see us. We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, ***** We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, *****, we the motherfuckin' mob Ain't nothing but killers And the real ******, all you motherfuckers feel us. Our shit goes triple and four quadruple You ****** laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You ****** can't feel it We the realist fuck 'em. We Bad Boy killers. |
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01-02-2010, 07:45 AM
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| *DR's nice guy* Poster Rank:78 Male Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 19,438 Mentioned: 89 Post(s) Quoted: 7144 Post(s)
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Re: Tupac Shakur Death Picture
above is an example of the sort of song you should write if you wanna end up like the dead ***** in the photo... see you in hell motherfucker.
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