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X-RAIDED LYRICS
MACAFRAMA LYRICS

Next song is Macaframa.
Yeah... for yall uneducated ass *****es (**** you hoes)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, foever hatin on a ***** thats havin thangs
*****, these type of situations on lockdown, were da real love at?
Yeah, yeah....

Aint no love for them hoes an Im knowin
*****es only jocking X-Raided cause I be flowin
Thats why Im showin æem love and affection
In they silky sections my erections
Spitten milky secretions in they directions
When you in they presense, they say you king
But when you aint around they clown liek you a peasent
**** givin the *****es presents
Diamond rings and things of that nature get you ***** fo sho
That hoell date ya and inflate your ego
But they got you hero zero fo show for all your actions
You went to jail wit no bail an now aint nothin cracking
Bet back when you was free you thought you had a silent female
But now you cant even get a visit an got a bed fulla mail
Movin lika a snail when you tryin to get her to handle somethin
And late at night she got cum drippin out her bellybutton
That good for nothin ***** is useless for a convict
Im nuttin up on hoez, ***** **** that cum ****
Her cousins on my nuts like a little squirrel
An I wouldve been to mack her if she wasnt a little girl
But about two months from now that little girl gon turn 18
The number one draft pick on my whole team

chorus 2x:
Im that gansta you answer to
When I say ***** jump then thats whatcha do
Im a fast talkin convict, blowin yo mind
Im workin macaframalama even if im in da slamma

It dont take much to keep yo man happy doing eight months
Bbut it aint no contact visits so you cant touch
An county time aint no joke
In Sacramento this **** will have you mental
æCause you cant smoke
You be stressed out
Hopin that you get yo case
Three strikes tryin to wipe out my whole race
Now here comes yo wife since you done got your time
Saying that she cant hang. ***** is you out yo mind?
She got everything you own
Vehicle, clothes, even yo home
Not a penny on yo bus cause tha ***** is gone
They send you to the branch then from there
Out to tracy
And one of the homies hooked you up with

This ***** Stacy
Shes white, overweight with bi-focals
But shes sending letters wit money or ????
You dedicated to love an married her quick to hit that ass
On the first contact allowed visit she had you cummin hella fast
You lost youre pretty ***** but you gained a ugly soldier
Move over bacon, its time fo sizzleen to take over.
Cause doing time, its all about support
An the ***** is to come an let you make her ***** for it, tell æem short

Chorus 1x

Now this is fo the homies that got them Nike wearing hoes
Ponytails in they hair sportin other *****es clothes
Ruggish, thuggish, raggedy like them up at the type that
Wakes up in the mornin put on some sweats an be like **** it
***** dont lie, you know I just detailed yo babys mama
The type of ***** thats even crooked to be to start some drama
Like a comma, puttin pauses in yo sentances
Yall cant even get along on reconcilable differences
That ***** is famous from so many nameless sticks
That penetrated and shes gameless
Thats how you know shes never been with æRaided.
Shes aimless, where is you headed? ***** is you knowin?
Gettin on my nerves like my bunkie when hes snorin
He needed to leave or get rid a her at this moment
An shake her like jordan does a basketball
Upon *****s if you eva fall or take a loss
***** that ***** is gone an look ???? for another *****
To lean on
Shes a forty ounce s*****, weed smoker
Needin to get that **** up
Her beer belly overflapping
Needin to do some sit-ups
Shes lazy as can be anll never make no progress
So shake that hoe thats all I can suggest, *****
X-raided locc

Dott Dogg:
Yeah, how do you *****es out there like that? Funky ass hoez! Good for
nothin, runnin out on a mother****er when times get hard. Punk ass *****!
Yeah, Dott Dogg said that, sorry ass beatch! [X-Raided: Beatch!] to all
you hoes that fit that description. [you know why? Cause im workin
macaframalama even if im in the slamma. Beatch!]

Im that gansta you answer to
When I say ***** jump then thats whatcha do
Im a fast talkin convict, blowin yo mind
Im workin macaframalama even if im in da slamma

LUDACRIS LYRICS

"Mouthing Off"
(feat. 4-ize)

[Ludacris]
Yeah, hah..
When it all come down to it we ain't have ****!
(Woo! Use your mouth, haha)
Ludacris, 4-Ize, it's like this

[Verse One]
I make *****z eat dirt and fart dust
Then give you a eighty dollar gift certificate to ******* 'R Us
I eat the whole pie, and leave nuthin but the crust
So you can feel what it's like, with instinct but no guts
A sac wit no nuts or a mack wit no sluts
Give me a full-body massage, I still can't be touched
They call me Seymour Butts, cause I get mo' ass than most
They say I'm next and got that butter love, and get too close
Follow the leader cause I'm meaner than medula oblongota
My +Tribe's+ on more +Quests+ than +Midnight Marauders+
It's all piña coladas, no cops and robbers
Takin trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas
I hump more than llamas, get rolled more than tires
If you say I'm not nice, then youse a mother****in liar
Entitled to your Opini-ons, into the next millenium
So many +Major Coinz+ that I thought I had +Amil+lion

4-Ize.. 4-Ize whatcha? 4-Ize

[4-Ize]
Yo, I am goin to blow up the Earth
with my "pew-36 explosive space modulator"
Buddha be praised, you meditator
Drop squad interrogator, 85 percent regulator
The Educator and the Almighty Creator, dedicater
The seperater of fiction, I spark friction
Smoking "Hay" without the +Crucial Conflict+ion
4-Ize prescription; microphone, Jackie Stallone
Psychic prediction, Egytian descripition
of my psychical, my flesh is weak and it's pitiful
Spiritiual is hooked up to the invisibile
umbilical cord of my Lord, Kumbiya Devine Kah
Remove paper of tar from every cigar
I slap authority like Gabor, Zsa Zsa
Half Allah, Half Anti Christ Superstar
Rockin the microphone with a hand like Dr. Claw
While I'm hittin trees - harder than Sonny Bono
Double Dragon, mixed up with an Abobo
I kill villians in slow-mo for talkin crazy in my Dojo
Got nothin to lose, like I'm a boxcar hobo
When I get Ludacris with bridges on the promo
*****z wanna clown; I'm +Homey+ and +Bozo+
Cause in the grand prize game my life callin like Jo-Jo
The name sticks like Toto
I keep it realer than alien autopsy photo
You similiar to a Spice Girl goin solo
You lost like BEBE, or a dog named Toto
My statue of liberty is Rebecca Lobo
We +Cop+ +Robo+, virgo
Bust ass like a mother****in homo, como estas?
Tony Del Negro
Built to destroy these kid's blocks of Legos
Lego my Eggo cause I say so
Hold the microphone, 4-Ize, I stay gifted
Manifested, elevated, I uplifted
The elevator, the esclator
"That's not a knife? That's a knife!"
Crocodile Dundee the Alligator Rustler
Cause I hustle ya, under the +China+
+Big Trouble+, little sewer but still I find ya
Cause I'm stinky
Manifest, throw you down the stairs like a slinky
Yo, my third eye is blinky

[everybody cracks up laughing]

Cadillac Pimpin Lyrics


[Chorus: Cutty]
I'm chillin, wood spinnin
No Bentley's, Cadillac pimpin
I'm cruisin, hoes choosin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin
Spoke spinnin, gold grillin
Liquor spillin, Cadillac pimpin
Keep ridin, car slidin
That's cool cuz I'm Cadillac pimpin

[J-Bo]
Now as I grip and dive, I smoke on to keep a high
In the sky, as I emphasize the right to reply
With these words you under heard I swerve through a blur
Dodging these **** *****z who figure we outta splurge
And if happen to have the nerve, see homeboy you made a choice
For the crime you standing on and walking on is getting poise
Plus the Cadillac's we pimpin so slightly you been slippin
On really how it goes when these ties begin to grippin
And shiftin and whole takin to the spot where hoes shakin
I'm quakin, ridin on out - am I gon make it?
And pimp fool like *****z with gataz without no chaperone
So see, we been doing this from way back long
'92, aqua blue, on them thangs we roll
With a cup full of liquor blowing good on swole
So let's ride til we can't ride no damn more
We Cadillac pimpin hard see my ***** fa sho'

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
Sure be white Cadillac but I called it to go
This your boy Sean Paul, baby tell 'em the truth
So roll Old Fleetwood with the two door coup
All platinum bill with the fifth wheel too
And give truth to these suckas something overdue
Ride a 'Lac like a true playa 'posed to do
Old school, slant back with a jigga too
Tan gold wit some bows like a poster boo
Old school, gold chain, still grippin the grain
Show a crease in my jeans, stay ahead of the game
Got a, piece on my grill, diamonds off in the back
And got so many hoes had to change up my 'Lac
All day I don't know how to act
Got this game down pat, sure be running the track
Get some money from these hoes and see how they react
Show 'em how a real ***** come down like that

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
I got a 'Lac with a rag, Louie Baton top
Diamond cut interior, 15's the knot
I'ma be a last ***** from the ATL
Y'all hell, feel eyes and the playa can sell
When you see me in the street, holla at me playa
My ***** got duke, e, rose and wine, boo as fine as hell
Through the strip'll never die, only time'll tell
To be in, it's Cadillac steerin wheel

[J-Bo]
Say what, gather round for this two door show
We let the spillin go, rillin in the Eldorado
We rollin through the spot to see which hoes gon follow
Cuz we get cool and down passin rounds of bottle
With a gloss so clean, I put this thing in throttle
For we out and cruise in the wind like roscoe
So you gonna know us when you see us when we ride on by slow
Cuz this ****'ll never end through the eyes of my foes

[Chorus 2x]

"Dog ****"

[*dogs barking*]

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
All y'all *****es put your naps together
And all you *****z put your dicks together, *****

[Ol Dirty starts singing]
Hoeeeee! Yah ha heh
De, hayyyy! Ah ha he hay
De, haaaaa! Errr hah hahhhr
Haaaaaaaah He hawww, heahh

She flew in like calm breeze
Tall brown skin her weave like palm trees
I went coconuts
Dipped my Dunkin' between your Donut
Don't want it if it ain't no slut, *****!
Fathership touch ground, like fly on soup
Don't invite me I tear the **** down
White ones cut my toupee!
Seventh day rester, or scream play
I slump MC slay, it ain't nuttin to bust ass
Bullet him, get him fast
***** I don't break out, blast to the next rash
The dog piss on MC's like trees
Got meals but still grill that old good welfare cheese

[Ol Dirty sings again]
Hoeeeeee!
Yeah, hayyyy! Dedicated to all you ***** ass *****z
De, haaaaa And you ***** ass *****rettes
*****! Hoeeeeee! Mother****ers!

[RZA] Let that ***** go!

Shame on a nuh, who tried to step TUH
the Ol Dirty Bas, put my foot up your UHH
*****, you walk around with your bra too tight
It's alright, you still gon' get ****ed tonight
Hoeeeeee!

[Method] Stankin ass hoes!

You're the type of ***** don't appreciate sheeeit
Never had sheeeit, so you won't be sheeeeit
That ***** there, couldn't satisfy a hair
on my body, treat me like a lolli and slob me down
*SLURP, SLURP* I'm Doo Doo Brown! Hehahahaha
Tossed salad, oh you in some **** now
Callin me a dog, well leave a dog alone
Cause nothin can stop me from buryin my bones
in the backyard, of someone else's house
Ol Dirt Dog, but I'm not dog out
Here comes Rover, sniffin at your ass
But pardon me *****, as I **** on your grass
That means hoe, you been ****-ted on!
I'm not the first dog that's ****ted on your lawn

[crazy drunken ass ODB singin again]

Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa
Hoe, ohhaowwohh!
Hoeeeee, de heyyyy
(This is dedicated to all y'all *****es)
De, haaaahhhh
Hoeeeee! Yeah, heyyyy, de haaaaa
Ahahaahaaah

**** y'all

Let's go ridin, sidin, whippin and dippin
I know it's my car *****,
you ain't trippinIt's your favorite color, on a lovely day
You let me reach right over,
and rub on your leg
I'm sayin all kind of ****, to make you smile
Put your seatbeat on, cause
I be drivin wildYou think
I'm like them other *****z,
I just wanna ****
But I like to get money and get my dick sucked
I ain't your average everyday little hoe *****
And I can see through you ***** youse a gold diggertellin me stories,
about the richest man
But I'm Too $hort baby, the *****'s pimp
I come a long way from young and done the certified player
I get what I want, and I'ma holler at you later
If you ain't got game you might think
I'm a trickDon't play yourself girl you won't get no dick
I take you right back home so you can be witcha man
I know you sucker mother****ers won't understand
See me with a ***** and say I floss too hard
These hoes ain't trippin on me, they wanna **** my car
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather **** your car
She could care less about a real man
All she wants is a man with the meal plan
Pick her up in the Benz and hope she get to it
Every day is Halloween hoe, trick or treat
I throw your ass in the trunk with a bag of rats
Drop you off at Kaiser like they did in The Mack
I know you're broke, fantasizing like Mariahget a grip on my bumper,
rub your clit on my tire
You can ride on top or wrap your legs around the frame
but if you get in this car you gonna respect this gameand
I'm knowin that, I hope you know it too
Only real pimps know what I'm goin through
It's a daily mission, controllin these *****es
Uphold the pimpin, never start sympin
Got the cleanest drop Caddy for your eyes to see
So c'mon ***** and take a ride with me
Now I'm about big blocks, drop tops
White guts ending with much knock
Got loot but dough ain't even trippin on it
Got keys, to three hundred Z's, knowin these *****es
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather **** your car
I gave you a ride for some head cause my dick was soft
But if you ain't widdit I'ma drop you off
I got hoes all around me all day and night
And yo little *****'s just way too tight
for a big black dick like mine to slide in
I take my mother****in time and ride it
Cause ain't no punk *****es where I'm from
They like to suck *****z dicks, and make us cum
So get butt-naked let me slap that ass
Play with them titties while I tap that ass
Slam your face in the pillow, and arch that back
Have you lovin this dick like it's made of crackcocaine,
and you know that costs
Can't **** for free you got to pay the boss
Hundred dollar bills *****I break your ass and won't feel ****
Cause pimpin, pimpin, that's my game
I got it from the O where it always rainspimp game, now it's time to roll
And take my hoes down to the hoe stroll
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather **** your car
You ain't slammin doors like me cause
I'm the coldest mack
From a brand new Benz to my old school 'llac
You ain't never gon stop my pimpin styleit's like two plus two, can you figure it out?
You say, what fo',
I say that's right
You know the answer ***** pimpin for life
What's a trick to a hoe, some dope to a fiend
What's a bag of weed if the **** ain't green
You say the game is forever, well so am I
You only got two choices *****, hoe or dienow speak up, you better say somethin
Before I turn your ass back into a pumpkin
Cause ain't no mother****in fairy tales
Only Freaky Tales, and I tell em so well *****
Now get your ass in the carDon't play me too close
I won't pimp you too hard
Now whether on the strip, or in the bar
If you put your mind to it, you might get far
No need to be a player or a superstar
She ain't trippin on you she'd rather **** your car (repeat 2X)

We ready (remix) Archie Eversole f/ Bubba Sparxxx

[Intro underlies hook]
I feel the master, I feel him
Y’all ready, they ready
Well come on, well come on
Y’all ready, they ready
We ready, we ready
Come on, come on
We ready, we ready, come on
Come on, come on
Break bread ho, break bread ho
Come on, break bread ho, break bread ho
Come on come on, we ready we ready
Come on in, we ready
Come on in

[Hook (“What what” repeated in background)]
We ready (What, what)
We ready (What, what)
We ready (We ready, we ready)
For y’all (Come on, we ready, come on)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
For y’all (We ready, we ready)

[Archie Eversole]
Ain’t no question bout who the best
Macy gon’ lay the track and Archie come to do the rest
Step in the way, multiple shots are goin’ through ya chest
You must have called Pastor Troy cause boy you is blessed
And I’ma take him out the game y’all
It ain’t no thang y’all
You wanna buck, I’ll rip you up like a chainsaw
The game’s raw, boy please believe it
Keep your bible with you cause you gon’ be needin’ Jesus
Fiendin’ for chart-toppin’ hits
And Archie ain’t gon’ stop droppin’ ****
I’ma make a million dollars then stand on the top of it
Rockin’ it, till the day I die in this game
Archie with the Phat Boy addin’ the fire to the fame

[Hook x2]

[Archie Eversole]
A-T-L we bout that head bustin’, we leave you dead cousin
What’s up, huh ***** *****, you said something
If you ready why you stumblin’ to the flo’ huh
If you ready why you stutterin’ I ain’t Joe
I’ma show em’ why they call us dirty
There is no mercy for playa haters cause he ain’t worthy
Heard of me then, Hell naw before, bet you done heard of me now
Atlanta, Georgia where the dirty be found
See I done did this since my younger days
Only 16 but my pockets never underage
So let’s get paid, cause I stay ready for it, please
And you is crazy if you think that you ready for me, so who ready now

[Hook x2]

[Bubba Sparxxx]
Yeah, yeah
Bubba baby, trouble baby dip my thang, love me, hate me
All in London yellin’ Georgia, Europe better suffocate me
Hold it down for country crackers, leave them others up to Shady
Give a damn if silly sisters think I’m good enough then pay me
Tell em’ Archie they don’t want it, however they can get it
Told em’ bout that booty chatter, y’all better go on with it
Infiltrated mainstream, maintainin’ the same theme
Polo shirts and pig ****, can’t even get them stains clean
Ain’t too much I ain’t seen in between the grains in Athens
Ups and downs, rights and lefts all around me brains are scratchin’
Any how we ready now, the new South has arrived
We savages is fixin’ to eat and won’t stop till they satisfied

[Hook to fade]

You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that *****, ho
**** it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM!
*****-guts all over the room
If you ain't seen it,
Then you're fiendin'
For the meanin'
Of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that ***** that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
It's like that
Cannabis and tea've, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a way, a fat, green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause it's that ***** that work 'em ***** deep
And block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it'll make you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
Biatches keep ****in' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
And watch them baby's brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it's that ***** that kill 'em
I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
***** nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, mother****er
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, *****!
Now eat!

As I creep, picture every human that I seek
Slabs of human meat
Cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
Where *****s load nines, and barrel-**** a slut
*****, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime
Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck
I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time
So catch me now before I do my next crime
My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, *****

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
***** nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, mother****er
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, *****!
Now eat!

Get ready for the ***** ****
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, **** 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put 'em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!
Slugs to the womb
Guts all over the room
That legion of doom
That S to the I-C-X
With a locc and a tech for the throat
and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the ***** who kills them infants and senses
Then this time, I hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
Never knew *****-meat cooked so thin!
So I pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the 'Lac
With a sack of the indo

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
***** nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, mother****er
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you *****
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, *****!
Now eat!

That's right. Once upon a time
A ***** that hella sicc up in the skids
With a lie for the snitch
As a victim's stoned, sayin' "I'll be bones to the ***** clits"
They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
Devils made a pact to **** with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
Low enough to the **** got hella deep that I had to patch it
To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be?
Or can he be
Locked up in the county
cause the bounty
finally found a ***** like me?
X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D
L-O-C
What's up, my *****?
Pull this trigger
And take my mutha****in' legacy
But watch your back. *****s be claimin' that they sicc
But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my
lunatic
Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's ****? (yeah!)
Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your glock?
Well, I could gives a **** cause even then, *****, you not my *****
From that 24 God in Black
That's doin' time
For shootin' shadows up in the dark
And tryin' to bite before he bark
And when his heart stops
From the metal blue blocks up in the cut
They try to lynch my mutha****a to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the **** goes thru my *****'s mind up in his cell?
That 24 Deep, no sleep, much stress, *****. ***** must be livin' up in
hell
And here I am, same mutha****a that got my ***** sicc
Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness ****

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
***** nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, mutha****a
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you *****
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, *****!
Now eat!

Big L - '98 Freestyle
(written by: Big L)

Buy this album!
From the album "The Big Picture"

[Big L]
One-two, one-two
Kinda tired..
Big L, 'bout ta.. get into some ****
Aight check it out

Yo, **** all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks
And I'm all about expandin my chips
You mad cause I was in the van with your *****
with both hands on her tits
Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart
I got style, plus the way that I be flowin is sharp
A while back I used to hustle, sellin blow in the park
Countin G stacks and rockin ice that glow in the dark
Forever - hottie huntin, trigger temper I'm quick to body somethin
You lookin at me like I'm probably frontin
I **** around and throw, three in your chest and flee to my rest
I'm, older and smarter this is me at my best
I stopped hangin around y'all, cause *****z like you
be prayin on my downfall, hopin I flop
Hopin I stop, you probably even hope I get locked
or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin the rock
I got more riches than you, **** more *****es than you
Only thing I haven't got is more, stitches than you
****in punk, you ain't a +Leader+ what? Nobody +Follow-ed+ you
You was never ****, your mother shoulda swallowed you
(Mmmm.. WHOO!) You on some tagalong flunkie yes man ****
Do me a favor, please get off the next man dick
And if you think I can't **** with whoever, put your money up
Put your jewels up, no **** it put your honey up
Put your raggedy house up *****, or shut your mouth up
before I buck lead, and make a lot of blood shed
Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread
And mad hoes, ask Beavis I get nuttin Butt-head
{*laughter*} My game is, vicious and cool
****in chicks is a rule
If my girl think I'm loyal then that ***** is a fool
How come, you can listen to my first album
and tell where a lot of *****z got they whole style from?
(YEAH!) So what you actin for?
You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more
Somebody tell this ***** sum'un, 'fore I crack his jaw
You runnin with boys, I'm runnin with men
I'ma be rippin the mics until I'm a hundred and ten
Have y'all *****z like, "Damnit this ***** done done it again"
I throw slugs at idi-ots, no love for city cops
I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks
I'm makin wonderful figures
I don't **** with none of you *****z
I might pull out this gun on your *****z
and rob every last one of you *****z

[Bobbito] YEAHHH! (What?)
[Big L] I'm TIRED
[Bobbito] For somebody tired, that wasn't, that wasn't too bad!

Stickin with the same album, RIP Big L.....


Check it, my weed smoke is my lye
A ki of coke is a pie
When I'm lifted, I'm high
With new clothes on, I'm fly
Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks
Money is chips, movies is flicks
Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones
Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones
A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox
Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cop
And if you got rubbed, you got stuck
You got shot, you got bucked
And if you got double - crossed, you got ****ed
Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke
A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke
And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed
To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus: repeat (2X)

Speak with criminal slang - Nas
That's just the way that I talk, yo
Vocabulary spills, I'm ill - Nas

Yo, yo
A burglary is a jook, a woof's a crook
Mobb Deep already explained the meanin' of shook
If you caught a felony, you caught a F
If you got killed, you got left
If you got the dragon, you got bad breath
If you 730, that mean you crazy
Hit me on the hip means page me
Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ
If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned
Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats
Condoms is hats, critters is cracks
The food you eat is your grub
A victim's a mark
A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart
Your apartment is your pad
Your old man is your dad
The studio is the lab and heated is mad
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus (2X)

The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly
A deuce is a honey that's ugly
If your girl is fine, she's a dime
A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine
If you in love, that mean you blind
Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill
A very hard, long stare is a grill
If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin'
Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin'
Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you comin
Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion
A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly
Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly
To guerrilla mean to use physical force
You took a L, you took a loss
To show off mean floss, uh
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus (2X)

Yeah, yeah
One love to my big brother, Big Lee
Holdin' it down
Yeah, Flamboyant for life
Yeah yeah, Flamboyant for life

In Dogma when Loki is making the voodoo doll the head falls off when he is carving it, then its whole again when he shows it too the mooby guy....

Verse One: Notorious, Meth]

I used to get feels on a *****
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that HIV ****
And *****z know they hot like a Twinkie filling
Playin the villian
Prepare for this rap killin
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talkin bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
is here to excite and
throw dick to dykes
*****es I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I want the ****in Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me (T-H-O-D Man)
You don't want to **** with Biggie

Here I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some ****
Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy grit
It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja
Comin where you rest at, surrender
Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender
Lookin cold booty like your ***** in December
***** stop *****in, button up ya lip and
From Method all you gettin is a can of ass-whippin
Hey, I'll be kickin, you son, you doin all the yappin
Actin as if it can't happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch somethin
Yo I'm from Shaolin, Island, and ain't afraid to bust somethin
So what cha want *****, ya punk *****
I got a six-shooter and a horse named Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kickin down your god damn door (and it goes a lil somethin like this)

[Chorus:]

**** the world, don't ask me for ****
And everything you get ya gotta work hard fot it
Honies shake your hips, ya don't stop
And *****z pack the clips, keep on

[Verse Two: Meth, Notorious]

Verse two, comin with that Olde E brew
Meth-tical, puttin *****z back in I.C.U.
I'm lifted troop, you can bring yours wack ass crew
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue, huh
No question, I be comin down and ****
Yo I gets rugged as a mother****in carpet get
And *****z love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm
I'm not a gentle, man, I'm a Method, Man!
Baby accept it, utmost respect it
(Assume the position) Stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens

Welcome to my center
Honies feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap **** sewed
And when my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act that way?
Pop Duke left Mom Duke
The ****** took the back way
So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-up
Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches
Cliffs to avalanches
It's the praying mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A mother****in rap phenomenon, plus

(I got more glocks and techs than you)
I make it hot (***** won't even stand next to you)
***** touch me you better bust me
tree times in the head
Or mother****er's dead, ya thought so

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

2PAC LYRICS

"Ambitionz Az A Ridah"

[1] - [2Pac singing in background 2X]
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna **** with me
Got the police bustin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G

(Let's get ready to ruuumbllle!!)

[1] - [2Pac speaking over background]
Now you know how we do it like a G
What really go on in the mind of a *****
that get down for theirs
Constantly, money over *****es

[2] - [2Pac singing in background starts to overlap/repeat]
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
You don't wanna **** with me
Got the police bustin at me
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah
Police bustin at me
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah / Got the police bustin at me
I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah..

[2] - [2Pac speaking over background]
Not *****es over money
Stay on your grind *****
My ambitions as a ridah!
My ambitions as a ridah!

[2Pac]
So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars
This life as a rap star is nothin without heart
Was born rough and rugged, addressin the mad public
My attitude was, "**** it," cause mother****ers love it
To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease
Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be
Uhh, and my ambitions as a ridah to catch her
while she hot, and horny, go up inside her
Then I spit some game in her ear, "Go to the tele hoe"
Equipped with money and a Benz, cause ***** I'm barely broke
I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial
From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual
From hustlin and prayers, to breakin mother****ers to pay-up
I got no time for these *****es, cause these hoes tried to play us
I'm on a meal-ticket mission, want a mil', so I'm wishin
Competition got me ripped, on that bull**** they stressin (boo-yaa!)
I'ma rhyme though, clown hoes like it's manditory
No guts no glory my ***** ***** got the game distorted
Now it's on and it's on because I said so
Can't trust a ***** in the bidness so I got with Death Row
Now these money hungry *****es gettin suspicious
Started plottin and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us
But Thug *****z be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then handle it, mother****ers see me
These *****z is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me
Uhh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya
Hopin you listen I catch you payin attention
to my amibitions as a ridah

[Chorus: 2Pac]

[singing] I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah
You don't wanna **** with me
[singing] My ambitions as a ridah
[singing] Got the police bustin at me
But they can't do nuttin to a G

[Tupac]
(I won't deny it, I'ma straight ridah)
Peep it.. it was my only wish to rise
above these jealous coward muther****ers I despise
When it's time to ride, I was the first off this side, give me the nine
I'm ready to die right here tonight, and mother**** they life (yeah *****!)
That's what they screamin as they drill me, but I'm hard to kill
So open fire, I see you kill me (that's all you *****z got?) witness my steel
Spittin at adversaries envious and after me
I'd rather die before they catchin me, watch me bleed
Mama come rescue me I'm suicidal thinkin thoughts
I'm innocent, so there'll be bullets flyin when I'm caught
(Shoot!) **** doin jail time, better day, sacrifice
Won't get a chance to do me like they did my ***** Tyson
Thuggin for life and if you right then ***** die for it
Let them other brothers try, at least you tried for it
When it's time to die to be a man you pick the way you leave
**** peace and the police, my ambitions as a ridah

[Chorus]

[Tupac]
My murderous lyrics equipped with spirits of the Thugs before me
Pay off the block evade the cops cause I know they comin for me
I been hesitant to reappear, been away for years
Now I'm back my adversaries been reduced to tears
Question my methods to switch up speeds, sure as some *****es bleeds
*****z'll feel the fire of my mother's corrupted seed
Blast me but they didn't finish, (buck buck buck buck buck)
didn't diminish my powers
so now I'm back to be a mother****in menace, they cowards
That's why they tried to set me up
Had *****-ass *****z on my team, so indeed, they wet me up
But I'm back reincarnated, incarcerated
At the time I contemplate the way that God made it
Lace em with lyrics that's legendary, musical mercenary
For money, I'll have these mother****ers buried (I been)
gettin much mail in jail, *****z tellin me to kill it
Knowin when I get out, they gon' feel it
Witness the realest, a whoridah when I put the **** inside
the cry from all your people when they find her
Just remind ya, my history'll prove I been it
Revenge on them *****z that played me,
and all the cowards that was down widdit
Now it's yo' ***** right beside ya
Hopin you listenin, catch you payin attention
to my ambitions as a ridah

[Chorus 2.5X]

Lifestyles Lyrics


[Verse 1]
Desperado always drinkin' out the bottle
Young hyena with the HK hollow point staple spray
Turf tight soil block warrior from the avenue
Mean muggin' like I'm mad at you
Boiler make Baker's whiskey mixed in with my brew
Celebratin' smoking Mendocino bud this is the lifestyle of a thug
A hooligan a heathen wolverine everybody on my team got a triple beam
Tossin' candy to the dope fiends
Million dollar spot million dollar dreams
Four or five different colored techa-marines
Yellow diamonds and stones and two-way pager phones
Plushed out SUV's smokin Leprechaun
Flowers in the back seat watchin' Austin Powers with the windows up
Lost tryin' to get where we gettin'
Talking to the operator on my OnStar system

[Chorus x2]
This is the lifestyle that I choose
We smoke tweed get ki'd all day and drink brews
Which of these rap stars fart, ****, burp and get paper
Spray myself with sucka repellent and shake haters

[Verse 2]
Every morning I got to have a nice fat joint and a hot bubble bath
Wrapped in a Backwood or a Zig-Zag
Eyes red like a broad on a rag
My pants sag down past my waistline with the vive
When I leave the coffee table got my nine by my spine
Funkin' like its goin' out of style
Mo' beef than a cow speakin ebonics
Evonics and broken English from Venus
Intelligent hoodlums and geniuses
From the inner city Al Capones and Frank Nittys
From the ruler to the tutor hubba heada shoota
In the back for a hubble rock or crack

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
See uh I just look like this but I'm really about my scratch
See what it is I want the po-pos to think that
I'm just as square as a box of apple jacks
I shoot craps drive GMC Avalanches and EXT Cadillacs
If you snooze you lose I know you got a lot a trust in your dudes
But check for traps and clues nobodys playin' by the rules anymore
Not even the people that made 'em up
My hood is corrupted and full of infidel one poverty
Not too much faithfulness mostly all betrayal
Mostly all my folks are dead or locked away in jail
Speakin' about some people that I miss
Tijuana Carter, Ricardo Slay and Lisa Smith
Fred, Tito, Pat and Kobe and OG dead brother Fab the big homie
Hillside representin' this to the fullest
And all my homies locked down pullin' bullets

[Chorus x3]

Uhhhhhhh!

Chorus:
people in Oakland...Oakland
woo see I'm ridin higher and higher woo oo
kinda broke so ya know all I gots five I got five

(Yukmouth)
player give me some brew an I might just chill
but I'm the type that like to light another joint like Cypress Hill
I'm steal doobies
spit loogies when I puff on it
I got some bucks on it
but it ain't enuff on it
go get the S t. I d e s
never the less,
I'm hella Fresh,
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it 'cross the table like Ping Pong,
I'm gone,
beatin' my chest like King Kong,
it's on,
wrap my lips around a 40,
and when it comes to get another stogie,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
no, me ain't my homie to begin with,
it's too many heads to be poppin' at my friend hit it
unless you pull out the phat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
cos fools be havin' them vaccum lungs,
an if you let 'em hit it for free,
you hellar "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with the taylor on my earlobe
avoidin' all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
that be blowin off the land like 'where tha bomb at?'
give me two bucks,
you take a puff,
and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy
the serious bomb will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin' pains than Maggie
cos homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie

Chorus:
I got five on it,
grab your 40,
let's get keyed
I got five on it,
messin' wit that Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it,
potna lets go half on a sac

(Knumskull)
I take sacks to the face,
whenever I can,
don't need no cruch
I'm so keyed up,
'till the joint be burnin' my hand
next time I roll it in a hampa
to burn slo,
so the ashes won't be burnin' up my hand, bra
hoochies can hit,
but they know they got to pitch in,
then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
hell naw, you betta bring your own spliff, cheif
wassup,
don't make me sip that,
better pass the
JOINT!
stop hittin' cos you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie,
an guzzel it,
cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me

Chorus

(Knumskull)
hey, make this right man
stop at the light man,
my yester night thang got me hung off the night train
you fade, I face
so let's head to da east
hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big, hot sheets
I wish I could fade the eighth
but I've no budget,
still rollin' a two door Cutlass same ole' bucket
foggy windows,
smokin' Indo,
I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk

(Yukmouth)
been smoked,
Yuk'll spray ya, lay ya down
up in the OAK the Town
homies don't play around,
we down to blaze a pound
then ease up,
speed up through the ESO,
drink the VSOP with a lemon squeeze up
and everybody's rolled up, I'm da roller
that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sitcky dosia
hold up, suck up my weed is all you do
kick in feed, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo

Chorus

Eminem's Lyrics - Brain Damage Lyrics
[doctor] scalpel
[nurse] here
[doctor] sponge
[nurse] here
[doctor] wait.. he’s convulsing, he’s convulsing!
[nurse] ah!
[doctor] we’re gonna have to shock him!
[nurse] oh my! oh my god!
[doctor] we’re gonna have to shock him!
[nurse] oh my god!

[eminem]
These are the results of a thousand electric volts
A neck with bolts, "nurse we’re losin him, check the pulse!"
A kid who refused to respect adults
Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
A corny lookin white boy, scrawny and always ornery
Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies pickin on me
And I might snap, one day just like that
I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack
(whosssssh) my first day in junior high, this kid said,
"it’s you and i, three o’clock sharp this afternoon you die"
I looked at my watch it was one twenty
"i already gave you my lunch money what more do you want from me? !? "
He said, "don’t try to run from me, you’ll just make it worse..."
My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first
Something told me, "try to fake a stomach ache it works"
I screamed, "owww! my appendix feels like they could burst!
Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse!"
[t] "what’s the matter? "
[e] "i don’t know, my leg, it hurts!"
[t] "leg? !? I thought you said it was your tummy? !? "
[e] "oh, I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee!"
[t] "mr. mathers, the fun and games are over.
And just for that stunt, you’re gonna get some extra homework."
[e] "but don’t you wanna give me after school detention? "
[t] "nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and i’ma let him."

Chorus: repeat 2x

Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
Drugs is what they used to say I was on
They say I never knew which way I was goin
But everywhere I go they keep playin my song

[eminem]
Brain damage..
Way before my baby daughter hailey
I was harassed daily by this fat kid named d’angelo bailey
An eighth grader who acted obnoxious, cause his father boxes
So everyday he’d shove me in the lockers
One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissin
And had me in the position to beat me into submission
He banged my head against the urinal til he broke my nose,
Soaked my clothes in blood, grabbed me and choked my throat
I tried to plead and tell him, "we shouldn’t beef"
But he just wouldn’t leave, he kept chokin me and I couldn’t breathe
He looked at me and said, "you gonna die honkey!"
The principal walked in (what’s going on in here? )
And started helpin him stomp me
I made them think they beat me to death
Holdin my breath for like five minutes before they finally left
Then I got up and ran to the janitor’s storage booth
Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws
Grabbed some sharp objects, brooms, and foreign tools
"this is for every time you took my orange juice,
Or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk.
Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt.
I’m gettin you back bully! now once and for good."
I ****ed the broomstick back and swung hard as I could
And beat him over the head with it til I broke the wood
Knocked him down, stood on his chest with one foot..
.. made it home, later that same day
Started reading a comic, and suddenly everything became gray
I couldn’t even see what I was tryin to read
I went deaf, and my left ear started to bleed
My mother started screamin, "what are you on, drugs? !?
Look at you, you’re gettin blood all over my rug!" (sorry!)
She beat me over the head with the remote control
Opened a hole, and my whole brain fell out of my skull
I picked it up and screamed, "look *****, what have you done? !? "
[m] "oh my god, I’m sorry son"
[e] "shut up you cunt!" I said, "**** it!"
Took it and stuck it back up in my head
Then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck

Chorus

[eminem]
Brain damage..
It’s brain damage..
I got brain damage..
It’s brain damage..
It’s probably brain damage..
It’s brain damage..
Brain damage..
I got brain damage..

Whats Golden
by Jurassic 5

Album :


Zaakir]
Check it out now...
I work the pen to make the ink transform
On any particular surface the pen lands on
Zaakir is hands on, what's the beef?
The Cooley High cold chief high post techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint
Then design what have a National Geographic a magic
With Taylor made status and plus favored is automatic

[Chorus]
We're not balling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
(PE Sample) *On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*

We're not balling, or shot calling
We take it back to the days of yes y'all-in'
We holding onto what's golden
(PE Sample) *On a stage I rage and I'm rollin'*

[Marc 7even]
Melancholy mundane so I tame the hot flame
Big rings, fat chains, and y'all quest for the same
No name, use fame, strictly new to the thang
We stay true to the game and never bring it to shame
We tight like dreadlocks or red fox and ripple
We pass participles, and smash the artist in you
The saga continues, this I won't get into
'Cause there ain't enough bars to hold the drama that we been through

[Akil]
Yo...
We still the same with a little fame
A little change in the household name but ain't too much changed
We in the game but, yo not to be vain
I refrain from salt grains to season up my name
We entertain for a mutual game from close range
Steady aim, drum at your head to hit the brain
I'm labor ready, Rhode Scholar for the dollar
Work for mines pay me by the hour

[Chorus]

Hip...Hop
(times that by four in differnt intervals)Music, the hop music

[Charli 2na]
Yo...
Well, it's the verbal Herman Munster
The word enhancer, sick of phony mobsters controllin' the dance floor
I been in dark places, catch you when you stark naked
Your heart races as we pump you for your chart spaces
The taut taces be bringing these hot styles through
Some of you bum a few chairs from shock value
Word power can plow through acres of cornfields
Paragraphs cut like warm steel, preform ill...

[Chorus]

BUSTA RHYMES LYRICS

"This Means War!!"
(feat. Ozzy Osbourne)

[Busta Rhymes]
Just make sure them, them drums is smackin
..
This, means, WAR!!

I work hard to take care of every one of my *****z
Feel the love and appreciation from all of my *****z
When I think meditate and contemplate for my soul
watch the truth manifest once the story unfold
Disloyal mother****ers I'ma BANISH you all
and celebrate all in your absence once I get rid of y'all
Sometimes I can't describe the wicked **** I feel in my heart
Break my silence and sporadically tear you apart
Strike with a serious vengeance and before you die
Put you through the worst and make you take a look in my eye!
So you could witness the extreme damage caused by betrayal
Make you sorry for the fact that you attempted and failed!
Make you eternally suffer, you was one of my mens
Turn your back on me, and I'ma make sure you get it back times ten
Stay TRUE -- now that's the one thing I religiously pledge
If you ain't wit me I'ma throw you WAY over the edge
THIS MEANS WAR!!

[Ozzy Osbourne]
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall

[Busta Rhymes]
As I cherish every blessing and I greet you with hugs
You my peoples when I see you I embrace you with love
Yeah I be the one to come and get you out of the hole
Yeah you be the one to run and leave me out in the cold
So amazing how many times you plot and you scheme
But what you don't realize, you'll never conquer my dream
Though devilish karma can't penetrate the steel in my armor
Time passed, my oppression got you living with drama!
Paranoid of my retaliation, living in fear
Disloyalty will have me kill my brother, sheddin a tear
Such a shame how you could easily get trapped in a zone
And have to go to war with FAKE *****z standin alone
Until I get with all my loyal *****z goin the length
Don't matter how hard you try you never weaken my strength!
Now I'm with all of my loyal *****z, breakin the bread
And if you diss the code of honor we takin your head;
THIS MEANS WAR!!

[Ozzy Osbourne]
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall

Nobody helps them
Now he has his revenge

[Busta Rhymes]
Whatchu gon' do? Whatchu gonna do?
Where you think you can run, or you can hide?
Where you think you can run, or you can hide?!!
Where you think you can run, or you can hide?!!!
Where you think you can run, or you can hide?!!!!

I'ma BE the best to show love let's co-operate
Disloyalty is somethin that we won't tolerate
Deal with these *****z, let's put them where they properly go
On the Island far away in a place where NOBODY know
So long fightin the bull**** for so many years
Watchin the danger and *****z double crossin they peers
Yes I always fight for what is right and put my foot down
Disrespect my love, I'ma be LAYIN YOU DOWN
THIS MEANS WAR!

[Ozzy Osbourne]
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall

Kaps, shut the **** up

worsthreaduvalltime

Yay....

Originally posted by Curly Howard
Get off the computer and go work out

i've been gone for a few days.... put in mad time at the gym gettin owned.

this reminds me of when kaps was a post whore

Post pimp, get it right.....

Post slut

It doesn't matter, I didn't read any of it

it still wouldn't if you did

Hey Purity,











































**** you....

Originally posted by Dogg^x0
i've been gone for a few days.... put in mad time at the gym gettin owned.

Right on. I FINALLY get to start grappling class Tuesday. I'm getting a home gym tyoe thing from a friend too so I can start getting in better shape. The free weights just aren't cutting it anymore. I'm looking for a heavy bag too so I don't have to drive 20 miles to use one.

Originally posted by Curly Howard
Right on. I FINALLY get to start grappling class Tuesday. I'm getting a home gym tyoe thing from a friend too so I can start getting in better shape. The free weights just aren't cutting it anymore. I'm looking for a heavy bag too so I don't have to drive 20 miles to use one.

awesome. i've been getting owned on a daily. good to hear you're FINALLY gonna start, lol. everlast has a heavybag for like $80. comes with the gloves, jump rope, and tie downs. its a smaller bag. good for punching and high kicks. also, gameness.net has one thats an 80 lbs bag for like $100 or so. i can talk to ed clay if you're interested in purchasing one. otherwise, i would suggest lookin on ebay.