ARTIST | Lil Frenchy
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Demolition Yung D |
| Posted: 08/08/08 04:59:51 | Tag: default |
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u say u live a better life/ yeah right, prolly sukin c*ock till tha b*tch turns white/ we all know ur ****, tryna freestyle to cover it up/ but im workin on this paper, like you working on my nuts/ ur last diss was called rehabilation, u tryna stop ur falcio problem/ well f*ck u, this battle is my problem, and im surely gonna solve em/ you'll smash my face to tha curb?, well bring it on, u wont f*ck with me while im high off tha herb/ cuz u a p*ssy, a f*ckin wimp/ i belive we come from sand, but i believe ur a descendent of a chimp/ i talk about murda, cuz i will kill you, put u in tha obituary/ i keep my rhymes on track, got a million of songs on my stationary/ so swallow my words, taste my thoughts, n if its to nasty/ then you can chew them up, n spit em back at me/ my rhymes r sick, like a pre-menstruel blood fart/ yo rhymes suck d*ck, like a blonde, f*ckin retard/ so such yo trap, cuz im comin fo' a demolition/ repitition, if u was on fire, i wouldnt put u out if i was pissin/ cuz i murda murda, throw my motto up n*gga/ im ready to serve ya, serve ya, throw a hollow up when i pull tha trigga/ im flyer than Tyga, and that n*gga Flo Rider/ bust it baby, like plies, is what i said to ur mom when i hide her/ in my closet, and write u a ransom note/ if u dont give up this battle, i promise, i will slit her throat/ cuz im wikked, like Twiztid, or ICP/ pot head like Kottonmouth Kingz, Yung D, u cant see me/ but i aint John Cena, but ill fist fight ya, in my Cordova arena/ you could never beat me in tha Dova, ill watch u flee/ cuz ill buck, buck, and rock-a-bye yung D/ |
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Annihilation Yung D |
| Posted: 08/07/08 19:41:20 | Tag: default |
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Annihilation is my mission/ cut ya wid tha smith-n-wesson, stop yo b*tchin'/ you sound like my naggin wife, when im cookin in tha kitchen/ lemme me put this nail in tha coffin, my lyrics got ya **** itchin/ we can meet in person, cuz that glock is what im clenchin'/ so lemme take a stroll, i can beat you by saying"stop, drop n roll"/ cuz then yo fat a$$ will go, rollin down a hilltop, fallin ina hole/ but that hole is ur grave, that i took tha liberty into diggin'/ when i put tha clip in, steadily rippin, me never b missin'/ lyrically murdering you, now that is my mission/ ill get on tha mic, set it to supernova when my tounge get ta flippin/ cuz i spit like a llama, Frenchy bringin tha f*ckin drama/ killin mo b*tches, then those bombers sent from Osama/ im presidential like Barack obama, I run in habitats, with masks and plastic gats/ Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this ****'s crack?!!"/ I flash the Mack in front of your gal, and make her tell/ Like, "Slut! Where's the yay, or I'ma pop one in your grill!"/ now tell me, is that unforgivable?, hell naw, im ruthless/ ill swang my lyrical fist, and leav ya toothless/ you can catch me in khakis, locs, and a black bandana, with no smile/ come to your house, load tha glock, then chicka-POW!/ you talk alot of sh*t, for someone new to this game/ im an expert at puttin shyt together, thats how i got my fame/ thats why i rock tha famous, no homo, poppin caps into yo anus/ never know what its like to be me, lifes a b*tch aint it?/ i bet u just copy n past yo ****, just to make yoself look good/ yous a fake freestyler, you aint even from tha hood/ you from tha f*ckin burbs, you aint even gangsta/ you just a wigger like me, but i will shank ya/ so im done, my fingers r getting tired/ if you was on my label, i would have done got yo fat a$4 fired/ |
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Tha Avengence |
| Posted: 08/07/08 15:05:27 | Tag: default |
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ill give it up to ya, your pretty good, I'll give you props/ but catch me if you can, while I'm dippin from tha cops/ your a good rapper, but ya gotta make it reliable/ i say f*ck Ludacris, i am tha f*kin bible/ so hit em up, but D i aint Tupac/ I'll leave ya a$$ dusted like a tollbox/ cuz my heart colder then freezer meat/ ill **** back n release tha heat/ you've done crossed crossed paths with me, so this is tha Avengence of Lil Frenchy/ so im comin wid hate/ beatin me, is like you tryna masterbate/ no d*ck, no balls, so everybody stand and give an applause/ for this fake wanna be, in your lyrics you may have killed me, but i just decapitated you, with no clause/ so let everybody else, judge of whos better/ I'm like a honeybee, and your my nectar/ no homo, i can rap slow-mow/ yous a ****, lookin dumbfounded like that poke'mon slow-bro/ i'll break u like a hieman wall, up in tha summer cuz i never fall/ u tryna splash me like a fat n*gga yellin cannon ball/ ill crack u like, Timber does a log/ roamin down u street like, tha neighborhood dog/ .................... i took a break, let my fingers rest, and took a breath/ i had to smoke a newport, like it was tha last muthaf*cka left/ i saw ur pic by tha way, with that flag around ya dome/ f*ck that shyt homie, if i see you in Cordova, ill send ya back home/ or maybe dump ya in tha Pee Dee River, ya neva catchin me shiver/ im straped like Robin Hood, but i dont have arrows in my quiver/ i got tech's, 9'z, shottis n glocks/ keep f*kin wid me, and watch how fast yo body drops/ or body rott, just like Bone Thugs N Harmony/ D ill beat u so bad, ur lungs turn purple, and everything else like Barney/ you can say it all, but i say it none/ dude ur done, Frenchy done stepped up to tha plate, so now its Yung D's turn/ |
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1000 Degreez Yung D Diss |
| Posted: 08/06/08 20:05:50 | Tag: default |
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my lyrics is like an astronomical explosion, my words cause an erosion/ like a like a missle from a submarine, traveling through the ocean/ so try to sink my ship, you cant sink my sh*t, cuz this sh*ts too heavy/ **** tha *****n glock, and push lead into yo belly/ ill give u a grenade, but D, ya betta clench it/ cuz ima hit ya wid a stomach blow, and make ya look like a midget/ just like Wee-Man, from Jacka$$, n Celebrity Circus/ just like tha alphebet, these lyrics i can burp this/ catch me on yo block, ima b like Darth Vader/ but im cuttin you up, with a LYRICAL light saber/ i f*cked ur mom then 9 months later, came my daughter/ Yung f*ckin D, i hate to say it, but I am ur father/ I'll put ether on yo doorstep, shoot that shyt n blow it up/ I'm creepin outta Cordova, 910 i throw it up/ i put it on, just for my city/ ever since i was an iddy-biddy-kiddy/ sippin liqour out my mommas tittie/ but now I'm grown, never givin a f*ck/ do u smell that aroma, thats tha bodies in my truck/ thinkin ya can beat me, ill get tha glock n gauge/ pop pop, one sucka dead, Kinston Times front page/ my tounge flips, explodin like an atomic bomb/ my minds smoky, like I've been tokin from a water bong/ you bout to get murdered, maybe even mortified/ put yo name on a bullet, cap it into yo mind, now Frenchy made ya certified/ Im hotter than a flame, 910 is what i claim/ 357 magnum, if you think Cordova is not my domain/ cuz me beating you is a prophecy/ shreddin niggas wid me lyrics, now that is my philosphy/ I'm high on wood, like Harry potter/ i get these rhymes from my noodle, like PB & J Otter, so im hotter than you, u f*kin Hairy Twater/ we gotta keep this battle in order/ this is my territory, your an immigrant that crossed my border/ my sh*ts hotter than, a supernova/ Frenchy a casonova, Ima soldier, runnin yo a$$ ova, if you truly wanna step to Dova/ my lyrics is like 1000 degreez, f*ck celcius, ferinhight/ get on yo knees, when you in my sight/ you cant stop me, never can handle me/ you dont wanna cross paths with me, cuz ill pop off so rapidly, so steadily, strapped heavenly, got tha Metal T, assinate ya like John F. Kennedy/ While u cruisin down tha road, ill scope ya from across tha block/ its Tha Neighborhood Snipa, perched up on a house, got tha mash n glock/ cuz my mind is raging, im f*kin half Cajun/ my back is aching, from these Heiman Walls im breakin/ my hands are shakin, cuz i just cant stop this flow/ my fingertips gettin sweaty, so ima let tha keyboard go/ |
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Yung D |
| Posted: 08/06/08 13:38:37 | Tag: default |
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I put in to fo my city, black flag, but I'm not jeezy/ and I'm not weezy, I eat rappers alive, mainly cuz this sh*ts easy/ yo rhymes are cheasy, my lyrics slick as if it was greasy/ I'll flip my tounge, spit lyircs, and lick clitoris/ when im done, ya'll are no longer lyricsist/ cuz it'll b like Insane Clown Posse, vs. those Pyscho Doctor/ punching and stabin, its time for Rhyme Class, im your Prcotor/ cuz obvisually you need help, you need to learn to rhyme/ or you can b my victim, and I'll commit the crime/ ill smoke reefah, just to ease up my mind/ so this is my beef with Yung D, come at me, but dont watse me time/ or I'll come with shank, kill ya like that Aryan Brotherhood/ ill split em, kill em, just like you knew i would/ so you beat Ya Boi, but im taking a shot at ya homie/ bring yo best shyt, but dont make it phony/ cuz I dont wont no fake rapper taking up my time, with some lame a$$ rhymes/ so come on, see if you can beat mine/ |
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All These Upcomers |
| Posted: 08/05/08 05:38:17 | Tag: default |
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**** ya'll, yous n*ggas aint sh*t/ ya'll just some ametuers, im a white **** you dont wanna phuckk wid/ cuz I rap, reverse the rhyme then come right back/ like rat-a-tat-tat, oh yeah b*tch its like that/ cuz im like tha dude, from both hostels/ i pop off bullets rounder than mario's nostrils/ ill make it optional, clack you with tha glock or two/ if ya'll bang red, ill make you bleed blue/ but im not a crip, nor a blood/ im from tha C-town, so im considered a certified thug/ hit ya wid tha slug, make ya slower than a snail/ buck, buck, and kaboom, send all you faggots to hell/ blast ya wid tha M-eleven/ 187, code for murda, cockin tha 9, and maybe send ya to heaven/ so if any of you homo's wanna take a shot at me, dont hestitate, just bring it/ cuz ill come with my best shot, im holding the bell, im ready to ring it/ |
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Slicknic |
| Posted: 07/22/08 02:07:42 | Tag: default |
| man, you aint no muthafukin legend, yous a ametuer. You think you all big n bad wid yo beats n ****, **** diss me again..i'll b back worse than a heart attack. Dont b playing round mayne, I'll kill your lil punk a@@ again. just diss me one time, and see what'll b comin to u. |
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Fully Straped |
| Posted: 07/18/08 18:43:32 | Tag: default |
| i got a 12 gauge, mac 10 bout to let it loose/ a double duece duece, out tha window bout to let it shoot/ cuz when i get ta spillin, ima kill em just like im supposed to do/ i know i stole one rhyme, muthaphucka i didnt say it was mine/ im pissed off bout to blow out ya mind, like ya stepd on a landmine/ cuz ima stalkin gat fool, walkin jack move, ready to pap ya if i have to/ im fully straped, screamin out blatt!/ ready to blast on a muthaphucka, if he decide to come back/ i have no shame, noone to blame/ **** tha glock n aim, no embarrasment bout tha hood i claim/ bullet in yo head n let tha blood drain, drain/ spillin these rhymes out me phukin brain/ niggaz b goin insane, puffin on Budda takin a hit ta tha brain/ I've got a 9 millimeter stashed into my possesion/ bu noone beleives me askin me tha same ol bullsh*t questionz/ just come into my hood, n I'll show u muthafukin doubters/ im comin wid outers, when i shoot ya, i dont want anymore pouters. |
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Smoke Weed All Day |
| Posted: 07/17/08 19:10:24 | Tag: default |
| u fuckn wid niggaz thats insecure/ hold it down, my sh*t is pure/ write down my number but dont call me till your sure/ i aint playin, just tryna relocate between yo legs/ driven way, as we experiment tha straight sex/ when ya met me, you wouldnt let me/ now ya straight beggin tha second, that we get to undressin/ now im hopin u aint talking this tha wrong way/ but ya body is bangin got me atracted in a strong way/ after a long day of tryna make my souls pay/ makin love all day against tha wall in tha hall way/ u might think ur happy wid him, but that lie/ so give this love a try/ i rather b a n.i.g.g.a/ so we can get drunk n smoke weed all day/ |
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MC Hype Diss |
| Posted: 07/17/08 15:40:50 | Tag: default |
| yo MC Hype/ yo rhymes are older n worn, than a 50yr old ****, mines is ripe/ you think ya can rap, that must b a joke/ cuz i spit like a cobra, then it'll b murder HE wrote/ i dont know why, but i gotta tendency for dissin, ask DJ SLicknic/ i got girls on me like I got 10 d*cks/ so load yo clip, bring yo click, watch how fats my lyrics rip/ you in two, leavin ya brains in yo lap/ i take no crap, i do tha smack/ ill get tha gat,c*ck it back then i clack/ you said at tha end of yo rhymes "get at me"/ so thats what im doin b*tch, this is a race, you can never lap me/ cuz my **** sick, ya my rocks sick/ like Lil Wayne said, my glock sick/ so stop rappin Hype, cuz you aint sh*t/ |
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Ready 4 War |
| Posted: 07/14/08 16:17:59 | Tag: default |
| runnin round wid tha glocks, ready to pop/ ridin in a drop top, crusin down yo block, bout to make yo heart stop/ a car full of G's, Frenchy, 3c, an my **** young k.c./ lyrically noone can see me, cuz im from tha streets of tha almighty CDV/ tha Cordova, is my terrior, and its my battlefield/ im ready 4 war so muthafuccas, are ya ready to get killed?/ cuz tha subject is murda, an im locked n loaded/ ill put bullets in ya tummy, make you feel like your bloated/ you can have a grenade, b*tch betta clench it/ cuz ima blow ya stomach out make you look like a fukin midget/ pap,pap, now ya dummy a$$ is in a coffin/ bullets hit ya teeth, an blood is what ya coughing/get tha sawed off, n right turn to tha double glock/ pull to tha curcb, smoke wid my niggas, puff puff to tha brain shot/ im ready to blast/ if a **** wanna talk sh*t, retallation on yo b*tch a$$/ so keep ya finger on tha trigga/ cuz tha quicka tha n*gga, tha deader tha figure/ ill buck buck when im on tha prowl, n slugs in yo chest/ ima drop this shell down, n puch lead through a n*ggas flesh/ |
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Just Like That |
| Posted: 07/07/08 18:29:17 | Tag: default |
| just like that, rat-a-tat-tat/ bust caps, hot slugs in yo back/ try to get at me, n*gga gonna get clacked/ ak fourty seven, m eleven, or a gat/ i got tha black flag, cherry folk, blatt!/ killin muthaf*ckerz whos screamin out clatt/ throw tha b'z up, throw tha c'z down/ rep tha Dova till im dead in tha ground/ beat yo a$$ down, where ya cant make a sound/ put you in a casket, b*tch whos tha busta now?/ im comin wid a Pow!/ ill have yo **** black n white like a cow/ i make my own style, slang in tha meanwhile/ hangin wid my homies, a delinquent juvenille/ yes im a white boy, yes i will fight boy/ ill make yo life ova boy, if you **** wid Dova boy/ ill run yo a$$ ova boy/ cuz ima casonova boy, im hot like supernova boy/ an i got my finga on tha trigger of my 9millimeter chrome shiny toy/ cuz its just like that, wid de baseball bat, this is real sh*t/ ill **** tha glock, put it in yo mouth, blast yo brains out real quick/ i mid-as-well just go ahead an record this rhyme/ ill go n purchase a dime, ill b right back, im strictly on my grind/ |
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F*ckin Wit Me! |
| Posted: 07/07/08 04:05:03 | Tag: default |
| Frenchys pissed, im clenchin my fist/ ready to swing on a n*gga, leavin ya a sist/ im talkin bout a good ol fashion a$$ woopin/ tha type where i hit ya more than you hit me, im glock swoopin/ budda scoopin, ill have ya a$$ flutin/ so you lame a$$ n*ggaz need to quit f*ckin wit me/ is that ur jealous cuz you aint me/ so get on my level ho/ just like trillville, you can neva eva swang a bow/ cuz ill knock out ur brains when im spittin a verse/ im like a vampire, my venom is worse/ i just stole a line from Scrappy/ cuz i can b*tch, im that hot, ill leave your neck in yo lappy/ leave yo lip swollen and flappy/ cuz im one crunk **** muthaf*ckin white boy, who can rap better than most/ im like a infected parasite, and now ya'll are my host/ so ima have a toast, pour some liqour out on your grave/ or chain you up in my closet, now ur my slave/ so hold my drink b*tch, cuz im Rick James/ me n Depo gonna decapitate you three lames/ cuz if i die, i hope im in tha casket face down/ so you muthaf*ckerz can kiss my white a$$ now/ boom kall, as tha bullet whizzes by/ ill have yo tail runnin like a n*gga got 9lives/ so im done, im tired of messin with you flamers/ next time i wont say sh*t, ill just strangle you with clothes line hangers/ |
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Budda Lova |
| Posted: 07/07/08 00:28:15 | Tag: default |
| now me all up in tha dope world/ take puffs from tha blunts n watch tha smoke swirl/ you just roll, toke, choke, n smoke/ take a big hit, in a minute Im gonna float/ up 2 tha heavens, god ima b so high/ cuz i steadily puff on budda till tha day that i die/ cuz ima budda lova, budda smoka/ roll tha sh*t up n let it soothe ya/ godbless tha heavenly whooda/ tha chronic lord of budda/ im takin a hit of tha bud, gotta give love to my thugz/ who b smokin, n chokin, got tha reefer stuck in our blood/ill tell you what, we b f*cked up/ cuz that hydro really got me buzzed/ n i dont spend no money/ that smelly green sh*t betta b lovely or i aint f*ckin wit ya'll/ ill prolly purchase a 8-ball, that stuff that wil make me crawl/ on my knees, beggin my girl please/ oops, thats X, but ill take that too/ ill try anything, cuz ima G, i aint scared true? |
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Like Depo Said |
| Posted: 07/04/08 21:57:08 | Tag: default |
| its ova/im on tha grind, packin a 9, an comin strong wid Dova/ im talkin bout tha CdV, Tha Cordova nation 4 life/ i wouldnt put up a fight/ like you if i knew it was trite/ see everything happens fo a reason/ now me n Depo gonna leave yous n*ggaz bleedin/ eatin, heroin through a feeding tube/ me n Depo ran a train on yo mom, an we didnt use no lube/ then 9 months later, came you silly little homo's/ yo mom droped you off in a trash can, then you grew up to b hobo's/ see you three b*tches, in rap? thats a discrace/ ima blast blast, and leave my gang rag layin on yo face/ im losing my religion, cuz i dont think God would create something like you/ unless your tha pope, or a homo jew/ so lets get em, stick em/ pullin out tha glock, unloading on my victim/ Gbaby, whiteout/ ckellz its time to put tha light out/ cuz im like tha boogeyman, hidin under your bed til u fall asleep/ as i creep, i keep tha 4 fifth stashed up under me/ cuz im Lil Frenchy, and i done went an murdered ya fo tha third time/ so Depo, get um wid yo sick rhyme/ they'll b our victims, and we'll commit tha crime. |
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Thug Luv(remix) |
| Posted: 07/03/08 05:20:31 | Tag: default |
| im ready to burn ya, ready to serve ya/ ready to commit a 187, a lyrical murda/ cuz i got all these hataz talking tha sh*t/ they just jealous that they cant make there tounge flip/ just like me, cuz i come natural with this fast flowin/ and ima use it to keep my cash growin, wid my a$$ showin/ and im steadily blowin/ on tha green leaves, god bless tha heavenly buddaaaaa!!/ toke on this sticky icky, let get ta ya brain and soothe yaaaaa!/ i got this thug luv, gotta get down fo my thang/ not taking no shorts or losses mayne, gotta get down for my gang/ and pull tha lever back of this mossburg and bang/ sendin a bindle of shells right into yo phukin brain/ ready to cause death,oh yes n*ggaz you heard me/ my **** T-dog is tha **** that birth me/ are you feelin my pain, ima make yo blood drain/ but we all gonna die, cuz we bleed through similar veins/ so please dont get it twisted, before i get mu gunz burst/ ima burn these three niggaz, and leave em in a hurse/ these rap skills, gift or curse?/ ya'll thought Tony Montana was bad, **** im alot worse./ |
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F*ck That Sh*t That You Talking |
| Posted: 07/03/08 04:06:33 | Tag: default |
| hell yeah, i got my n*gga Depo havin my back/ i bang tha white n black, he bang tha red like BLATT!/ now were invincible, you can never cross us muthaphuckas/ so **** that sh*t you talkin, im ready to blast on yo bustas/ now i think ur ****, talking bout s my d/ shut yo mouth b*tch, i dare you to come try to suck on me/ cuz ill release tha heat, grab tha glock, and rep Dova/ ill pop a couple hollopoints, alteast one lands in yo shoulder/ i done went and killed yo homo's twice/ ill get a blade, ready to dice/ fight yo a$$, and during the struggle ya'll getcha adams apple sliced/ but wait, you three dont have em/ cuz ya'll are some dykes,always lookin at some balls, ready to grab em/ ill kill you muthaphuckin homo's, its never a joke/ ill kill you in tha blunt smoke, got tha black flag in my right back pocket, its that South Side Cherry Folk/ so ima go ahead n stop/ ima clutch tha glock, im never soft/ and ima let my homie Depo finish you b*tches off/ |
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Whiteout, GBaby, And Eezy |
| Posted: 07/02/08 04:33:37 | Tag: default |
| Whiteout, and eezy, yall are some phukin fa**ots/ ill lay both yo a$$es down in tha ground, snugglin wid tha maggots/ ya'll dont wanna come to Dova, tryna suck on Frenchay/ cuz ill buck, buck, and rock a bye gbabay/ cuz now we all now that all three of you are queer/ talkin bout sucking c*ck, thats one thing i never wanna hear/ cuz im as straight as tha dude that owns playboy house/ you three are as **** as that cat that chased the mouse/ what was his name? TOM! chasing jerry/like me im bustin a atomic BOMB! into yo moms cherry/ so you three **** whores need to shut the **** up/ cuz its my **** that ur **** done sucked up/ and its also my **** that she done went and beated/ you muthaphuckin fa**ots couldnt beat me, even if you cheated/ so ima stop at this, cuz im already getting pissed/ dont talk **** back, cuz ill only use my fist/ |
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Creepin An Comin Up |
| Posted: 07/01/08 19:42:40 | Tag: default |
| Lil Frenchy done went an touched down/ me stalkin n creepin up outta my hometown/ that c-town, cdv, phukin a n*gga down to tha phukin ground/ where ya cant make a sound, just another dead n*gga/ you'll know ima kill ya. as soon as i pull tha phukin trigga/ cuz theres going to b sum gunplay/ ill blast yo a$$ while screamin "Dova all day, everyday"/ puffin on hay, mobbin through tha streets, not givin a **** what tha cops say/ causin mayham, known to start alot of trouble/ never carrying a gun, just need my fist, when a b*tch wanna rumble/ mainly because im creepin an comin up/ still got tha 12 gauge pump, filled with extra slugs, just in case a n*gga wanna bring his click/ ill beat yo a$$ wid de baseball bat, rat-a-tat-tat on yo a$$ real quick/ cuz this is real sh*t/ and that Dova is what i claim/ when i c*ck me glock, i clack it back and then i aim/ |
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Lost but never Found |
| Posted: 07/01/08 05:23:53 | Tag: default |
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all of song..slow...not even rap...rock. verse 1- I always used to be afraid/ that i would end up losing my way/ i never used to walk in line but stray/ i never thought id see it through/ that i would end up losing you/ but suddenly i see the light of day/ bleeding inside/ i was denied, saying of course im still in love and alive/ i have to confess, i never think i, will survive/ chorus- i am lost, but never found, i had run around, i was losssttt....but never found. verse 2- focused on my mind of state, i will disorientate/ lost amongst the crowd, floating on a sea of doubt, no one ever heard me shout/ that i was lost and cant find my way/ no where in hand, heavens not my plan, im stumbling through a barrand land. chrous- verse 3- now as i stand here by my grave, and the wind calls out your name/ i know, that time, can never heal/ the emptiness i feel..... |
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Lock N Load |
| Posted: 06/29/08 18:16:33 | Tag: default |
| click clack, click clack/ loadin tha phukin clips into tha gat/ killin muthaphuckas whos screamin out clatt!/ i rather hear blatt! like **** whats poppin/ when i get tha glock ta cockin/ all you blue suit nigas gone be droppin/ so load yo sh*t, an keep yo game on lock/ like Lebron James when he hits a 3pt. shot/ cuz frenchy comin wid a pistol, ill rip you like tissue/or point blank put tha barrel ta yo temple an blast blast aint no way my bullets miss you/ they gone hit you, an put you in a casket/ put ya 6 feet under now ya sons a bastad/ cuz i rep Dova Boyz till tha casket drop/ so get yo sh*t an pop, Ak47, M11, or a glock/ an get a blade cuz its time to load an lock/ |
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I'm Back |
| Posted: 06/24/08 04:08:07 | Tag: default |
| im back, bout to set yo brain off track/ ill have yo a$$ twitchin like you was on crack/ i dont give a f*ck if you dont like me/ ill knock yo a$$ out leavin gaps in yo teeth/ ive got this ganksta mentality, always causing a casualty/ muthaphuckas cannot handle me, i go by Lil Frenchy/ or Ryland Louvierre, but it doesnt really matter/ cuz either way ill still pop tha cap into yo bladder/i rep tha 910, Dova Boyz we causin a rukus/ ill fight any muthaphuckas cuz yall are phukin bustas/cuz ill b gettin crunk, like that ni*ga Lil Jon/ ill split yo limbs apart like that dude Atilla The Hun/ ill be ridin down my block, chunkin up tha duece/ stickin out me glock, bout ta let tha hollopoint loose/ see i dont give a **** if you blood or cuz/ as long as you got love for thugs/ chea!/ cuz ima Black Gangsta Deciple/ a muthaphukin Folk/ reppin Cordova like thats whats up/ill be fist swangin, and black rag bangin/ de muthaphuckin pain is what Frenchys brangin/i cause destruction/ when my glocks be bustin/ gat beside me in my ride/ i rep tha muthaphukin South Side/. |
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Depo |
| Posted: 06/22/08 22:52:29 | Tag: default |
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you keep coming back, i guess you got 9lives/cuz your a black pu$$,tryna rap those stupid rhymes/ cuz tha quicka tha ni**a, tha quicka tha trigga gone b blastin/ don neva wanna **** wid Frenchy, cuz im known as tha #1 Assasin/ tha neighborhood snipa, scopin you out across tha hood/ everythings all good, when im killin yous studio gangstas just like a nig*a should/ you say **** Dova, **** come down and say it to my face/ ill decapitate ya, cut ya fingers off aint leaving a trace/ you just dont know how i was brought up/ so **** ur blood, i wanna see your lungs coughed up/ cuz Frenchy come wid thunda/tyrna creep and get beat, come down to tha C, ill put ya 6 feet unda/ just like 2pac, shoot yo a$$ up on yo own block/ pop pop pop, you drop on yo faggots friend crazy-0's c*ck/ so this is it for now, i got betta things to do yo/ so ima give you some advice, dont reply Depo/ |
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Depo |
| Posted: 06/20/08 15:18:09 | Tag: default |
| look at u, thinkin u all hard, n@@a bite me/ b*tch ive got 2 cases, and on probation, fight me/ if you dont think im not hard, just test me/ cuz i wont quit till in peace you rest D/ you talk bout my wife, she a G too/ we'll both **** u up till your face is blue/ You like Chamillionaire, well i like Bone Thugz N Harmony/ N.C. is tha killa state, we've got all the artillary/ we got tha techs,shotties, 9's, and glocks/ come on down, we'll make you yankees drop/ at tha sound of a pop, we'll make ya heart stop/ how old are you anyway, like 5/ cuz u got some really sh*tty rhymes/ i bet that dude Crazy-0 tells you what to type/ i got my thoughts, and look at my rhymes, there ripe/ so hit em up, but i aint tupac/ ill leave ya a$$ dusted like a tool box/ my heart colder than freezer meat/ step back n watch me release tha heat/ killin you is a blessin'/ beatin u is not even the cream in my salad dressin'/what part of New York are you from?bronx,harlem, prolly hells kitchen/ cuz all i can hear is ur mom b*tchin/"we need some money"/ so ur moms a ho' thinkin its funny, hop on a d*ck like tha easter bunny/i've got a mind of a soljah/ ill pop two shells, atleast one lands in yo shoulder, cuz Lil Frenchy's from tha muthafukin Dova/im hotter than supernova, and plus ima casonova/ill jump in tha 6-4 and run yo a$$ ova/ im always doing some type of evil deed/ i guess im my dads evil seed/ tha Omen, got 666 on tha back of my head/i gotta make my bread, i dont give a **** if ur dead/cuz ill pap,pap,pap, now im a deranged, murderous killa/ poppin tha glock n u dont wanna **** wid Frenchy n*gga/ i guess im done wid these sick rhymes, so ima go/ next time i wont be so easy on yo a$$ Depo/ |
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Sleep Walking |
| Posted: 06/19/08 15:18:58 | Tag: default |
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you got 100 fa**ots a 100 busted lips yes u from New York, we'll make ya life ova if you mess wid Cordova, next time that you talk, cuz down here in tha dirty south, we dont play no games, we'll kill all you northerners, but i aint saying no names, and i aint pointin no elbows, but ill throw some bows, dont think i can fight? test me, ill leave blood on yo clothes, you snort coke up yo nose, i can smoke weed through those, ima murda you and yo cheap little hos, you tryna rap from NY, ni@@a you aint no 50 cent, or Biggie Smalls, quit rappin, start sucking crazy-o's balls, Sleepwalkin stalkin runnin with the guage up under this murderous spell now Consider me hellbound, crossin my path, i'ma drop this 12-guage shell down On the road to destruction, guage eruption, creepin so i'm cautious Catch a ni**a sleep, six feet deep and scopin out peepin cause ya be makin me nauseous Deeper than a ocean man, hitttin you with this potion man Death runnin up from the left, Bang! #1 in this murder game, insane See a **** fall victim, pick him, me click him, hunt on this deadly prowl Watch out for the nightfall,when them come, mo murder be a ni**a style Mo murder, me comin to serve ya Judgement day, me reapin Lil Frenchy on the deep end So me flipped with a spiff and I caught them sleepin Eternally soldiers of the Dova, keep it ruthless, c town, Little Assasin ya big boss, wanna floss on this Gotta make that cheese, yeah **** we gettin 'em cuz im doing this in the middle of the night, 3 am, and im still ready to fight, so bump you depo, and crazy-o, cuz my 4 4 make sho' all yo kids dont grow. |
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Depo Diss |
| Posted: 06/19/08 01:03:29 | Tag: default |
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you say i copy and paste my sh*t, phucck you! ill go to new york and bust yo lip, as the empty clip, hits tha ground ima watch you and you pu$$y a$$ friend dash, ill reach fo my gauge and mash, yell out"Dova Boyz 4 Life" and blast, **** dont test luck, cuz ur lucks f*cked, for dissin against frenchy, me runnin trains like a smithy, im screamin "Fuk you"! to tha niggas thats not with me, yeah i rep Cordova, that 910 untill i die, ima roll a blunt up full of budda and get fukin bloody high, Depo's lil punk a$$ dont wanna **** with me, cuz he can hear me before he can see me, niggas cant believe it cuz im bumpin Eazy E, cuz im strictly on my grind, ill rap a a few rhymes and watch ya get hypnotized, shut yo smack head up always snorting a couple of lines, im always coming to yo hood wid a couple of nines, cuz im out on a mission to get even ya betta believe it, im heavenly heated its easy to see it, if you wanna see me then let that be yo reason, whos yo **** on this website, Crazy-O, ya'll thinkin yalls hard well phuckk him and you Depo, cuz see i bang that South Side Folk, with a muthafukin avengence, gettin revenge on you muthaphuckin snitches, but i dont give a **** if you blood or cuz, as long as you got love for thugs, cuz my rhymes are really realiable, phucck Ludacrus. i am tha muthafukin bible, i am tha armageddon, both evil and good, i pop my shells, you pop yo shells, but yos a phukkin dud, so shut yo mouth, i dont wanna kill you again, cuz Frenchy never give a ****, ive commited every 7 deadly sin, |
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Strictly For My Grind |
| Posted: 06/18/08 05:05:26 | Tag: default |
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Get ready to duck, ****, or get fucked up They never could **** with me sawed-off pump Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, ****, y'all all fucked Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my trench, and then click it Now, ****, it's rippin', steady clippin', not missin', thuggin' with me click And now tha neighborhood snipa takin' your life so ya best stay back Tossin' the rest in a coffin, 'cause niggas be runnin' up, talkin' trash Buck a guard while walkin' past. Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangs And I claim and hang with Cs, niggas that make cheese for the green leaves Gotta give peace, 'cause they swang these. Come, ****, meet my hood And fulla nothin' but thugs and hustlas: Sin never been no busta He'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, **** Nigga, muthafuck 'em, Frenchy don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run So the po-po don't catch up--**** can't be arrested One M-11 me sendin' niggas to hell, and you're feelin' 187 Eleven dwellin' better from the cell, and **** that pick up Mossberg The quicker you to the curb. Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr. Policeman That's all you heard, Lil Frecnhy is the gangsta,And now you know it's my occupation The jackin's in progress; it's a critical operation The object is murder, I'm the number one assassin, it's Tha Cordova Soldier, I'll put your **** up in a casket, b*tch Be aware when I'm steppin' with the Dova Boyz, The money, we bankin' 'Cause we them criminals organized You'll take what you got, and give a shot And so watch me pick 'em I hunt up a sucka, and then unload on my victim, i got tha polished tech 9, all this ganksta attitude sh*t is strictly for my grind, |
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Another Studio Gangsta |
| Posted: 06/18/08 04:18:20 | Tag: default |
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this **** Depo, thinkin he tha diss king, bi*ch yous tha D*ck King, mainly cuz u get mo dingaling, then a transvestite she-thing, you write one blog, u already think you all big n bad, im tha muthaphuccking king, and your real dad, see i was over there mowing ur grass, and i felt her rise all up on my a$$, and then, i went inside to make a phone call, and there she was with a tittie hangin out her bra, one thing just let to another and next thing you know, im butt-phuckkin ur mother, but this rap is not about your mom, its about how your a ****, with a d*ck constantly in your palm, everyone knows ur a wankster, a prakster, a muthaphucckin studio gangster, Lil Frenchy is braingin drama, phuckk you and yo muthaphuckin mama, my 44 make sho' all yo kids dont grow, so dont rap back, cuz ur good as dead, im about to leave now, cuz you moms gonna give me head.. Peace homie! |
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Never Give Up On Hope |
| Posted: 06/18/08 01:54:42 | Tag: default |
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Have you ever been accused of alot of bullsh*t, it makes you sick? have you ever had someone harrasing you, like "get off my d*ck"? well if you want to, take a trip into my shoes, its nothing but a bunch depressing blues, but you have to be able to smile, never let ya head drop, keep ya game on lock, like Lebron James when he hits a 3 point shot, never give up on hope, even if hope seems lost, you are your own life boss, like Rick Ross, i dream of a place, without depression, and people growing up in tha wrong crowds, constantly stressing, like me, i was surrounded by dope fiends, so then i gave it a try, look at me now, you've neva seen a wiger this eager to die, im not suicidal, i just look death in the eyes, i accept it, i believe ill die when my time comes, so i live life fully, look at Dova and i rep it, i know im an atheist, but i believe theres a higher source, not a god, just a being more powerful than us, so if your sad, mad, glad, or just straight up depressed, listen to my rhymes, they might make things betta, cuz im blessed. |
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Making Love |
| Posted: 06/18/08 01:40:35 | Tag: default |
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We laying in my bed, got ur hair tucked under ya so i can see your neck and back, i softly kiss and breath all over your body till i get to your crack, then i gently lick up your spine and watch you get goosebumps all ova, ima put it down on ya, cuz Lil Frenchy is a casonova, things get hot and heavy, room steaming like its a supernova, then i turn ya ova, and start kissing your neck, all tha way down to your breast, you are my blessing, i kiss you from head to toes, i love to caress, like J. Holiday, ima put you to bed, take your bottoms off and start giving you head, i start grinding wid my teeth, your legs are squeazing me, never get enough of me, in 5 mins you dead asleep, after you hit your climax, i get on top, start making love to you till your heads gonna go pop, i throw the blanket over us, so we'll start dripping sweat, im a romantic guy, i will never regret, mind you, i only make love cuz i love you, you'll always be my blessing, now clothes your eyes, and drift back into your sacred heaven, we can play house, and touch, touch, lay you on the couch, and munch, munch, baby just sshhhhh!!!!! hush hush, ima eat yo body out like lunch, lunch, Im not pretty ricky, but ill show you a good time, and now that ur mine, were making love all the damn time, but some girls need it rough, im there for you too, ill beat it down till you begin to turn blue, im just playing, not that hard, as hard as you want it though, But I've gotta go, ive still got ancient secrets to show. and we'll be making love |
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My Life |
| Posted: 06/14/08 21:49:41 | Tag: default |
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i was born thuggin, and bustin' tha way i came up, it was money clutchin', rushin while envading cocaine bustin', tha po's rushin, now me clutching to my insanity, they shot at my cousin, now im bustin at they whole family, my enemies wanna see me buried, i aint worried, i got a nine pointin in yo face, now ya a$$ is gloried, tyna fit in with that wrong crowd, i didnt understand, why i lived my life with a pistol close in hand, they kidnapped my homie, then he was found dead, they even raped him so i blazed there back, automatic shots RANG out, on everyblock, they puttin hits out on politions leaving cops, i aint lying, they had me sleeping with my infa red beam, and in my dreams, i hear my dead homies screaming, what is tha meaning, when thugs cry, battle scars an closed caskets, they multiply, muthaphucckas die, dont ask why, when thugs cry, we dont shed tears we shed blood, do you still wanna be a thug? maybe my addiction to friction had me buggin, where was tha love, never quit my ambitionz to thug, aint shed a tear since those old school years, of elemntary, homies i used to love are closed in penetentaries, but still, i gotta keep it real, how does it feel? what to lose your life ova something you did as a kid? i was alone no cummunication block on tha phone, dont get along with my pops, and plus my moms is gone,where did i go wrong? i put my soul in this song, to help me grow in time, but now my mind is gone, i went from a broken home, to thuggin and killin, to poppin glocks and fukin cap peelin, but something changed in my dirty game, everys changed, lost all my homies ova cocaine, mayne see they asked me if i shed a tear, i dont lie, cuz i had to get high or die......in my life. |
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Love Hurts |
| Posted: 06/12/08 18:01:17 | Tag: default |
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verse1- i got news a few days ago, that in three weeks im movin, now i know its my baby im losing, i know this is true love, if not why would i cry everynite, im not leaving your side without puttin up a fight, cuz this hurts so bad, it feels like a sin, if i lose you, ill never date again, cuz every girl after this, will remind me of you, and i cant deal with that much agony,because our love is true, im crying right now, im in a depressed state of mind, ima think about you all the time, wishing your happy cuz ur one of a kind, if you ever read this, i want you to know that no guy after me will ever love you the way i do, without you in my life baby girl, my world turns a depressing blue, so without you Christine im never gonna go, i need to let you know that. chorus- I never want you away from me, I'm trying to be tha man that i should be, I'm in love baby girl dont you see? that you being away makes me weep, and cry, (and cry) cry myself to sleep cuz Love Hurts. x2 verse2- remeber when i said "will you marry me", girl i was serious, this love is so mysterious, cuz i know were meant to be, but i think God fears us, well thats to bad lord, cuz i love this women, and for her my heart keeps on drummin', i wont let you go, Ryland dont never lie, you saw tha tears fall from my eyes before you could reply, i never want us to be apart, and you'll always be in my heart, ill leave one half behind, just for you, when i turn 17 ill come back just for you, and you can fulfill my heart again, but untill then, always remember me, know that ill always be there for you, and ill always dream, i want you to be my life companion, and love me always, ill get ur name tattooed on my chest so ill think about you till my dying days, before i say goodbye, we gotta make love one more time, have a kid to remember me bye, so i love you baby, always did, always will, in 1 yr. ill be back and ill be in love with you still. chorus- I never want you away from me, I'm trying to be tha man that i should be, I'm in love baby girl dont you see, That you being away makes me weep, and cry(and cry) cry myself to sleep cyz Love Hurts, x2 outro- I love you baby, untill death do us part, its going to have to take alot more than moving to make me forget about you. Ill always be there, here, anywhere for you. Dont forget about me, im right here...i love you. |
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To My Love |
| Posted: 06/03/08 04:17:19 | Tag: default |
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ever since i metcha ive defeat depression, i was an emo kid, then god sent you as a blessin, i lost you once, i swear to god i wont do it again, i was atheist, then you gave me something to believe in, ill admit i was a virgin till i met you, since that first time, i cant get enough of you, i want you, i need you, i wanna feel you and breathe you, smooth ur hair through my fingers, and kiss you on those sweet sensual lips, hold ur hand while were walking, while ur swinging those flexible hips, its so sexy the way u make your hair drop, your lean,and clean, thicker than a pork chop, stop! cuz i dont eat swine, but you was so divine, that i had to make u mine, now that you are, ill love you with all of my heart, i wanna be together forever, untill death do us part. |
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Hear We Go Again |
| Posted: 06/02/08 21:26:12 | Tag: default |
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here we go again, with that **** named Gbaby, and this dude named Ckellz, yall muthapuckas aint Slim Shady, more like Jim Brady, cuz you two are really queer, ya'lls rap is something noone wants to hear, cuz in person, ya'll nuthin but some studio gangsta, bustas, but this time ya'll dealin wid some real muthaphucckas, cuz Frenchy was born and raised sh*tty, i never fight fair, i blew up, i grew up, now im ur worst nightmare, cuz im like Ice Cube, im known to act a fool, ill b tippin on my enemy, murda is me tendency, killin so fast make a **** phucckin drule, you niggas thinkin ya hard, tryin to phuckin play me, keep talkin sh*t, ill buck buck and rock-a-bye gbaby, you dont know what rap is, obvisously it seems, you never get a girl on yo d*ick, unless ur havin a wet dream, speakin of dreams, i bet u dream of Ckellz, ya'll are butt budies, you hump he yells, so quit tryna rap, muthafuka its ova, if you wanna keep tryna rap, come down to Cordova. |
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Never Surrender |
| Posted: 05/31/08 17:38:30 | Tag: default |
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Now its Judgement Day, im gettin revenge on all u muthafukas talking sh*t, avenging my dead homie, now its time to pop in a banana clip, get tha 30 ought 6, spot ya across tha hood and pop pop, im tha neighborhood sniper, for close range i use tha glock glock, now me buckin and shootin, blastin cannons, run down to Cordova n start recruitin', noone can stop this man, Frenchy got a diobolocal plan, kill you niggas worse than tha klue klutz klan, cuz im more straped than tha Taliban, now i rep tha South Side, of tha almighty Carolinas, That Dova Boyz, look on tha map, it aint hard to find us, we be coming like a gangsta, my fist is to ya head, now ya know that ima gank ya, ill be livin like a G, snatchin niggas off tha street, killin anyone who talks sh*t to me, cuz im Lil Frenchy, tha og, a killa on tha scene, livin life like a thug, **** do you know what tha phuckk i mean, so stck up, you know its Cordova im backin up, been smokin budda for 4 yrs, now i dont give a **** about what? you niggas dont understand me, Slicnic, ill put a bullet into yo dome, so **** tha police ****, thats how we livin on my side, that southside, phuckk wid me DJ ya gonna catch urself a homocide, that how Frenchy do it in tha 910, im coming strong, reppin southside folk, now let me end this sh*t wid a bang, ill find a rope, tie yo a$$ to a tree and let you hang..mayne! |
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Straight G, and Slicknic Diss |
| Posted: 05/28/08 17:15:28 | Tag: default |
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ya'll both talking s*it, well i aint got time to hear it, Staright G, Dj slicknic, thinking of me rhymes and yo both fear it, like i said before, im tha rhymethical superior, im always spittin venom, ill make ya die in a month, cuz me lyrics has got poison in them, im losing my religion, just thinkin of what ill do to u muthafukas, i know ya'll are butt budies, but too old to be **** suckas, ill see you on tha block, and its your skull that ill bash, an empty clip hits tha ground as this **** dash, ill run to my crib and get tha sharp knives, runnin from tha cops like a **** got 9lives, Straight G, thinkin he hard, but we all know he aint sh*t, Slicknic, stop rappin,before yag getcha brain split, not by a gun, but by my lyrics and my motherfukin d*ck, so get off my d*ck, faggots tryna masterbate it, lemme bust in yo mouth cuz u gota taste it, it taste like victory, cuz i've already one this battle, so Straight G, get a horse saddle, get on Slicknics back and paddle, take him back to tha middle east, or wherever hes from, and dont talk **** about me, unless you got tha .357 automatic gun, |
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DJ SLicknic pt.2 |
| Posted: 05/24/08 16:30:18 | Tag: default |
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now ya talking bout my wife, you've done crossed tha line, now im ready to get buck, dont watse my time, ill run in my crib, and grab tha nine, pop two shots, now yo @$$ is mine, now ima start a new chronical, my plan is diobilocal, ill jump in me 6-4, foot is on tha throt-tle, run to a liqour store, see some crown royal and buy every bottle, get drunker than a muthaphuccka, run to yo block,and watch ya get startled, so like i said before, you need to shut up, do some beats, smoke some budda, thats what ya need, that real stick icky green, why did you even wanna battle? i have no clue, quit now,i dont wanna be tha one you commit suicide too, cuz ill always have those bullets lauchin', and hollotips flying, phucckin wid me, ill have ya listening to " I Feel Like Dying", cuz ill come to yo block,pop pop pop and watch ya body drop, ask yo girl why she be l-l-l-licking me like a lollipop, |
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DJ Slicknic |
| Posted: 05/23/08 21:02:41 | Tag: default |
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Dj slicknic, wanna phucckin battle n sh*t, shut yo mouth, suck my d*ck, you cant rap, mid-as-well quit, cuz tyna battle me, is like causing ur own casualty, ill c*ck tha glock if u cross paths with me, noone can handle me, i go by tha name of Lil Frenchy, im quick 2 blast as soon as i pull out me gun, ill have ya skinny **** on tha run, you thought i was done, you thought it was the endin' well im just begenin', now im back to murder one, stop rappin, keep supplyin beats, cuz ill put tha glock in yo mouth and make ya bleed tha words ya speak, cuz i spit worse than a poisonous cobra, all day everyday i rap tha phucckin Dova, niggas rmember me as tha Cordova Soldier, betta not rap back Slick D*ck, Frenchys told ya. |
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Ganksta Attitude |
| Posted: 05/21/08 21:13:44 | Tag: default |
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Im runnin the graveyard shift, Now lemme get down for my crime, gotta go purchase a dime, Smoke on some reefah to ease up my mind, And pullin the stick to get down for the crime, Swig on some wine, Slip on the glock wit me rocks me ready to serve them dummies see, Gotta buck em on down if they come back talkin like, Gimme back me mony, Thuggin wit me killas, Need us a liter of liquor, but niggas aint got ****, Wit a sawed off pump chrome 38 pistol, now who ready to get bent, Nigga like me fiendin for them green leaves, but i aint got no doe, Gotta make some money so me making me dummy rocks, choppin up soap, Split em up, get em up, hit em off the block, Put a hand pullin on each loaded barrel, Cuz a fiend might trip when he hit the **** and flip, Finna see this aint yayo, But **** dont come back, You might get a peeled cap, Or maybe concussion from niggas stompin that **** to the curb, Oh ****, its like that, Niggas, drug dealers peelin killers soft, That sawed-off so, Come and let your nuts hang, If you thug gotta cut them balls off though, So **** respect this, Or you're gonna rest b*tch, Off in the grave and your brain'll be hangin, From swangin with my gang and, Nigga dont want no problems, But then if you wants to cause it, A 9 milimeter, sawed-off, a .380 tech nine comin out of me closet, cuz Frenchy livin that thug life, got tha heat griped tight, me stalking tha streets of Dova in tha middle of tha night, cuz I'll have ya muthaphucckin niggas out on tha run, as soon as you see Frenchy wip out tha gun, cuz I've been poppin tha glockn ever since i got this twist of tha tounge, |
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Murder One |
| Posted: 05/20/08 21:21:27 | Tag: default |
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S 2 Da Double T, you'll never know what muder is, unless you phucck wid me, cuz i can kill you whenever i rhyme, spit tha verse, feel reenergized and rewind, so shut ya trap, before your my victim and ill commit tha crime, you claim blood, well i claim Folk, this banging **** aint no joke, ill beat ya @$$ is tha blunt smoke, see that hata kill that bloke, you say suwwop well i say phucck that, murder one, whenever i hear a b*tch say blat! i rather hear clatt! like **** whats crackin, keep talking junk, and my glock gone be clackin, your hos a$$ is what Frenchy smakin, good rap skills is what S @ Da Double T is lackin, |
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Hell Sent |
| Posted: 05/18/08 06:00:30 | Tag: default |
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Hell Sent, they call me Frenchy for a reason, alternating ur thoughts of bloody bodies, just call me ya inner demon, its, tha psychopathic maniac, mangling ur ho's and ladies, stick a grenade in yo pu$$y, and ill start strangling babies, see, killing muthaphucckas is my only tactic, if theres a chance we kill each other, then our souls will go at it, i sold my soul to tha devil, but i changed my mind now i want it back, but he wont cooperate, so now its time to jack, call me Frenchy, #1 assasin is fully straped, i bailed through hell in khakis locs and black skully caps, Lucifer called his posse full of demons and witches, we met up at the abyess, ready to slaughter those bi*ches, yo, wouldnt you know, God went out like a sucka, so i left a message in blood, "to be continued muthaphuccka" |
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Bordom Rhyme |
| Posted: 05/18/08 05:45:53 | Tag: default |
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its 10:36, and im as bored as ****, so im leavin a wack @ss fresstyle, im in a mood to get buck, i just wanna run out my crib, get tha tech and clip, pop a couple shots, and watch my victims brain split, cuz Frenchy gives a damn not showing remorse, i spit like a cobra, my minds my resource, i talk to god, but he dont say nothing back, so im an atheist, got yo mind off track, i look at satan, feel his hand on my brain, when i write rhymes, i go blind, and let Lucifer does his thang, ill swing my fists, in yo head im leavin a dent, my next freestyle is gonna be called Hell Sent. |
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Smokin Budda |
| Posted: 05/17/08 21:09:48 | Tag: default |
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Ima budda lovah, budda smoka, roll tha blunt up and let it soothe ya, puff on it, toke on it,take a big hit, and choke on it, so if your feelin hopeless, an u thinkin ya can cope this, come on,cuz me and my niggas smokin roaches, we puffin on tha budda, tha lord goddess of tha whooda, me smokin chokin tokin, blowin and handin it back to ya, now we all gettin to our happy place, i turn tha blunt around and blow tha smoke in yo face, we all up in tha dope world, take a hit from tha blunt and watch the smoke swirl, so ima keep this lyrical flow flowing, cuz im wid my niggas and that budda is what we smokin, |
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Tha C Town |
| Posted: 05/12/08 01:34:30 | Tag: default |
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Cdv, come roll wid a G,phucckin wid me, then restfully, Frenchy gone put you to sleep, cuz that Cordova is what I claim, **** tha glock pull it back and i aim, Do-o-va be my domain, wid de baseball bat, rat-a-tat-tat, bust caps, hot slugs in yo back, comin to my hood, betta be straped, turn ya back on me then some niggas gonna get clacked, cuz i play no games, say no names, but im always ready to blast ya, dont hate muthaphucckkas, just cuz i rap a lil fasta, ill have ya, runnin' and duckin', wid me shank ill be rushin', my d*ck ya girl be suckin', phucck wid Ctown, then me glock will be bustin', so neva try to step, cuz its tha #1 Assasin, cuz tha slimer tha nigg@, tha quicka tha trigger will be blastin, so dont come to tha Ctown, cuz my murderous ways are everlastin. |
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Murderin' lyrics. |
| Posted: 05/03/08 17:52:28 | Tag: default |
| I phukin,I,I,I puke eat it then freak you, battle? im too wicked to speak to, tha only key i see to defeat you, is for me to romove your feet, force feed you them both, on each foot is a cleit shoe, ill lift ya off yo feet so fast wid a roundhouse ya think i pulled tha phukin ground out from underneath you, im not a muthaphukin' G, ima cannibal, i aint tyrna shoot you, im tryne to chop ya into pieces n eat you,wrap ya up plastic, stab ya wid broken glass, leavin' ya wid open gashes, straped to a bloodsoaked mattress, cloaks-n-daggas, white nose, coke n acid, phuc tha planet till it spins on a broken axis, im showin up wid an open casket, filled wid explosive gas, ill throw ya and a light match in it, i just sit back puffin indo, laughin', watch ya blow into fragments. |
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