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  • I don't have to wear jewelry because I got a natural glow,

    nah that ain't my girlfriend; that's actual hoe,

    these other cookie-cutter rappers got fractional dough,

    I got that wonder-bread, I keep it in baggage by the loaf,

    don't need rubber bands, to express who the fuck I am,

    understand?

    I'll smack a bitch with a underhand, send a hater to another land,

    I try to remain calm, but my patience is dwindlin,

    been glistenin' like pristine water out of Michigan,

  • its ya boy g da grate got my foot on these snakes/im youngest in my town wit the biggest of the weight /ima let u niggas hate cuz i let them rugers quake/ if you lookin for the beef then ima put it on da plate/ nigga i don't pistol play tryna see another day/ i'll rob all u fake rappers just to get some pay/ niggas sayin anything just for radio play/ u got anna wit me boy then im commin where u stay- @GDAGRATETV

  • Take away the middlemen and let us sit down

    Just the two of us looking to see if the friendship can be found

    If it can't, then it is what it is

    It's outta my control but the memory of what you did

    Will stay with me for a long time, you're the reason my trust is vacant

    Like sticking my hand in grease in a bucket of bacon

    I got burned like a big lighter, trying to get a grip like hand pliers

    Called you friend but now you're Jim Carrey - Liar, Liar

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  • Hey is there anyway i can get a download link to this beat. shit is crazy

  • @bigsmiffdogg 007 sample

  • Start 0:25 Looking through my fate tryin to compensate/keep a steady flow Another day of hustling is ready to go I ain't a pirate, but your at dead man's row And there's no X and O with calico's And there's no salvation with me, ya know? So i stay grindin, keep my roof on my head And you stay starvin i'f there's no bread And you get shot i'f theres a gun to your head So stay low and don't talk I'm indestructible/ Master lock
  • what is this sample i love this shit from when it came out

  • chevy boys living good, big things under the hood, grippin grain grippin the wood man we got everything in our hood, breakin it down to the nickels and dimes, put that p to right about 9, and we know our prices low because we gotem all the time, fuck with the wrong people we might blast ya, leavin niggas lookin like caspa, you cant out smoke the master bitch i stay higher niggas in nasa, rims fuckin floatin, my niggas stay token, you dont beleive me ima show em

  • i love seeing amatur rappers fucking up good beats

  • now as i se me swerven and drinken i dont want to think man i might to be able to feel it so you better be real men or i might swerve off the block and pull out my glock then all you hear is blop blop yep hes dead yep hes dead swerven out in his cutlass cant see me my plan every day is to smoke more weed than i did yesterday and if you get in my sack and steal a bud your ass is done iam done where all done

  • see when u walked in the spot i just knew u were fraud: and with ur hair nicely brushed i mistook u for braud: see while u were selling those vikes: i was speaking to god: oh you thought ruining lives would make you look hard: and if u havent got it by now let me help you get the message: the only women you attract are dikes, end of lesson: see when you get bread you gotta keep toast: even though there the same thing you gotta keep both: if youv'e never done drugs you just got free dose.

  • this project pat wth three 6 mafia but its on project pats album Ghetty Green

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  • DAMN I LOVE THIS BEAT!!!

  • Project Pat!

  • tyrants control the streets, violence weapons fatigues, time is runnin out/

    who do you believe, man murders for greed, steal and do not greive/

    easy to decieve, using your mind is the key, blind till were free/

    the world is lookin hopeless if your askin me, let time pass and breathe/

    earth turns colder, keep composure, though growin older, were soldiers/

    an internal war with ourself, journals bored with its shelf, open the pages, write lines for the ages/ we sin consistantly, make history

  • I hate three 6 they wack with out

    KOOP AND SCARECROW !!!

  • sick ass beat can you put up a download link or send it to me

  • digest my words into your thoughts, like a dead body that rots. execution might just be my only solution, keep ya mouth quiet, stay in dead silence or you might end up in sum live violence. all around me are killers, quick to put a bullet in your brains. and nah we aint insane aint it strange? we remove your pestilence like stains. no guts no glory, no guts end of story. fuck with us and you'll be sorry two pumps ready to dump and a barrel down your throat barely breathing shot up bleedin.

  • yo yo its like dis

    runnin back to my block cuz i got shot 44 mag and the drop top tryin to get out of da

    game no one is to blame holding ya head in shame lookin down at ya colored flag and ya extra auto mag

  • Can you down-load this?

  • Yo this is my life, so what the fuck am I thinkin?

    Where the fuckin party at and what am I drinkin?

    Niggas be all up in my face and frontin like they don't know,

    but they the same mothafuckas who are down to pushin blow.

    I'm still down with the gangs, gold rangs, in the alleyway the pushers and the mobstas straight yin yang, y'all keep at bay.

    Tryna maintain a grip, tryna keep up a cool,

    but that's easier said than done when you smokin a fool

  • with every string that gets plucked you get fucked, synthesized down to size like chopping keys and paying off police on my beat, you my bitch three six laid this shit so you could kick slick.

  • with every string that's plucked you get fucked, synthesized down to size

  • doin lines of white so my heart race increase, got that fuckin bass bumpin in tha backseat, all dem fuckin junkies lookin 4 sum crack, whippin all these chickens den im slangin all these packs, u see this chrome my nigga, get tha fuck back, tryina get buck so i let that gun blast, its a murda case get the fuck in my lac, need 2 dip b4 tha cops on my ass, jus got out tha pin, i aint goin back, spot dem red lights so i break check the bitch,hop up out tha whip,got tha chopper and unloaded a clip

  • THIS BEAT BUMPIN

  • Now tell me u know about dat cracka wit da flow, that hit u and u overdose don't get 2 close or get a venomous dose of toxins clottin up and rockin, knockin muthafuckas out of consious, yall so small look just like lobsters, we some monstrous mobster poppas, yo ho be off boppin while u watchin she be with me topless, u start gettin mad because u know u know u cant do shit to stop it, u just like some bunk im purple funk that bumpin skunk exotic, call me Og kush or mr dust alias bionic chronic

  • its fuckin youtube u morons if u gonna post ur shitty rhymes make a video and put it online ya chicken sh its

  • you kill n get smarter from lessons u learned

    your mind gets ill n departed the more that you turn

    you wont b so cold hearted in time when you burn

    thats word on my life if i lie

    strike me dead here tonight

    pray to the sky

    observe as we end our lives

    certain death is as promised

    as time goes by

    Fear God not men

  • yea too bad this Project Pat off the Ghetty Green cd

  • good beat!!!

  • thanks for the upload, this is my shit

  • I never sit and reminisce again, Sippin on the liquor,/

     had to take another piss and then, I aint bull shit her/

    I broke up with her, dats like lettin sum white boy call u a nigger/

    It's disrespectful, I nutted all on her chess and her neck/

    Checkmate, aint a such thing as A Soul mate, nigga I'm so great/

    Pussy niggas and these gold diggin bitches hate/

    It's no mistake, I'm underground like Mixtapes/

  • haha, reminiscing on the last chick I dated, It was a good 2 years relationship, but I waited, cause really it was her sister that I wanted to play wit, but I'm an honest man so I never cheated, anyways she ended up going to college in another city, then later on her sister called me and told me she missed me, picked her up and smoked a few blunts, needless to say I fucked her more than once, I didn't even hate me Ex, it wasn't revenge, I'm just a dogg, I fucked all her friends, True story.
  • I had a bitch, we was fuckin for a while but/ Little the whole time, she creepin behind me/ Aint no need to remind, that Bitches aint shit/ I aint even give a fuck, it is just my Luck/ And me bein so bad, this story is so sad/ I said fuck her, yea I had to touch her/ I even had a good relationship, with her mother/ And this was undercover, cuz she thought she was slick/ I set her up, My blood bitches really needed a liq/ The 1st bitch I ever licked, and our last good bye/ Was with a kiss..
  • lemme see the golds shine, while im smokin alpine, and im giving you uppercuts, the streetfighter kind/ im gonna keep it short, after the second quart, i like to box around, because i like the sport/ dont have you chick found, sitten down near my court, cuz shell get dunked inbound, eatin meat with a fork/ with a little bit of spooning, she freed whilly wit the harpooning/ i had the chick mooning,in space orbital moving/ when her gravity pulls, i think im sonic booming, then im back to youtubing

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  • FUCK HER FUCK HER FUCK HER

    FUCK HER FUCK HER FUCK HER

    NIGGA TOUCH HER

    FUCK HER FUCK HER FUCK HER

    FUCK HER FUCK HER FUCK HER

    nigga touch her

  • baxen deyll apporach the mike im swing like a lyken fight, bead win im mean so duh scene stay clean, don a seat show team on elite hoe bring, keen but a sheen so ma dean hold lean, teen on a beam go fiend tho clean, heed no dream indeed my seem, rat to the tat froze bing my ding, loose of her ive heard of yall, cush and on the hipster call, cool way i see it hatas 2 the fuck naw, bid wit a bat know kid show back, flip but the blip.... so...bib hold gat... FH-UCK-AH

  • Watchin my movie pineapple express////

    i couldnt stop laughing and that was the test////Blunt in my right and drank in my left////somebody get me therapy i need some fuckin help///he cant feel his face i cant feel myself////im movin undetected might as well be in stealth///im so zombie like im gone out my head///im throwed like tha monsters off tha game left 4 dead///this everyday a boring ass job////drinking hot beer and watchin spongebob///

  • nice lol

  • That was hella funny man, good rhymes. Love the last line haha

  • I walked in the spot you could feel the tension:like at any moment someones gonna mention a stupid question: that leaves them in a coffin with a earned lesson;that serves em purpose in they next life:see me i attract women of all likes even dikes: if they ugly i tell em to take a hike: peddle home hoe in ya lil bike: im just tryina earn a livin slanging sellin vikes: kush, white powder to get that adrenaline rush;i keep the ego like hair nicely brushed: the 9 milli in the midsection well tucked

  • possibly possibly nigga can dis be, actually da greatest beat yes sir i agree, but i dont to da niggas who be rappin bout dey jewerly gang shii i don seen dem nigga dey don even own a rang plus i hear alotta talk bout dey fuckin macs auto-kalashnikov n cadillacs so how bout dat niggas tellin fake memiors i rite for fact legacy continue thru my baby boy in da back cuz latta on he be a betta weapon den does gats i fire words u write crap i stay calm den u shout back ehh w.e idegaf
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  • Cadillac,caprices,poniac,m.c's and reagls. thought you had a good girl i had her in east point reffa game sharper than a needle a i.v. i see dead people cus im gettin to dis money like oj da juice man i remeber the old capitol homes,mechanisvill, carva holmes they tearin down bowen holmes like we dont see whats goin on we still go keep it hood drankin, talkin loud, and blowin loud and on the prowl for thick bitches roll ya windows down and listein this the sound of real atl underground muzik

  • Flow always on Beat, Dough is always Obese, Fuck the Police, I just Sit back and watch my Hoes Increase my Stacks, While i Hot-box the Caprice, No Air in the Back, And if you Interup i let you See the Ivory-Black-Mac Strapped to the Seat, React and Attack just go and laugh at you while you Just Droppin', Glocks like the Millitary and Hands like Chad Johnson, Get put in the Cemetary if you think dissing me is a Option, IntroDuce you to the Fully Loaded Thompson, 40 Hollow tips quik B
  • Im On California Bubble Gum kush, We do it so large, Black tinted Cars, West-Coast Starz, Apparoch the Coach like Popovich, See im Still poppin Shit, Let ya Brains hang i got aim Stojavich, UpTown Slaughter shit, I done spit hotter shit, Talk about money nigga, yea i got alot of it, Same Day Dissolvin it, Never stackin all of it, Set the Whole town on Fire like an Arsonist, Stupid ass flow Better this some Retarded Shit, Fluid in ya lungs fillin up ya whole Esophagus/ game over
  • go 2 edubb big money talk on yo page

  • greastest hit ever

  • great

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