Bad Azz & Moss Maja album deal...
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Thank you Rican Gotti!!!!! fools aint Knowing, Gotti today is Friday and I haven't got that, you should trace it. But I'm about to do National promo on the Bad Azz & Hollis shit, so I'll be out in Sac real soon family. Moss will rip CROOKED I, fashibaly!!!!! checkout the new tracc I just put on www.soundclick.com/mossmaja this shit was 6 minutes straight without rehearse in the lab and 1 take. Moss don't waste production dollars. Rican Gotti you know the business Family. 1
www.sounddclick.com/mossmaja
www.sounddclick.com/mossmaja
I'ma Checc on that right now! I sent it in my company mail so I will be able to tracc it! and I smell you dogg Catz is sleepin on Moss But not for long.......that song you just posted shows why he got a coo future ahead of him!! Be at me when you touch the capital mayne, I lost big T's Numbel so when you touch shoot me your contact fam!
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no moss and crooked thats sad. listin to crooked's freestyle on the wake up show. aint hear moss ever spit lyrics that tight. aint heard anyone spit lyrics that tight.
but fuck whos better then who. all i know is what i here. and they would be heated togehter. and why sign with daz, when you could be on tha row??? daz production weak now days. its all the same. and he spend more time dissin folks then promoting shit. he aint bout networking he about saying fuck everybody. thats cool though.
moss gon shine no doubt. but what with this crooked hatin. and tha row and suge hatin. shits gettin ugly
yall tryin to say crook aint heated. ill take uh-oh over any daz or bad azz track ever layed down. and thats real
but fuck whos better then who. all i know is what i here. and they would be heated togehter. and why sign with daz, when you could be on tha row??? daz production weak now days. its all the same. and he spend more time dissin folks then promoting shit. he aint bout networking he about saying fuck everybody. thats cool though.
moss gon shine no doubt. but what with this crooked hatin. and tha row and suge hatin. shits gettin ugly
yall tryin to say crook aint heated. ill take uh-oh over any daz or bad azz track ever layed down. and thats real
@nina-o-nina
whats goood whitcha folkz las ttime i chopped it up wit you in da board you sed dat you and young meek and moss was kiccin it in mah city and y'all had a fine lil time n shit ...y'all gon be doin anythinng 'round dis muhfucca ya know a nigga out here networkin n shit..... crime life musicc ....aight den ....yola 1....
whats goood whitcha folkz las ttime i chopped it up wit you in da board you sed dat you and young meek and moss was kiccin it in mah city and y'all had a fine lil time n shit ...y'all gon be doin anythinng 'round dis muhfucca ya know a nigga out here networkin n shit..... crime life musicc ....aight den ....yola 1....
Artist: Crooked I
Album: Too Gangsta For Radio
Song: Death Rizzo
Typed by: [email protected]
(Verse 1)
Hold up...
I'm just coming to blow ya mind with the flow
Know what?
Niggas is hatin' cuz I signed with tha Row
So what?
Y'all been tryin' to stop mine on the low
I climb in the fo'
Let the glock pop... nine in a row
If I catch you after eleven
I'ma have to point an acurate weapon
At your acurate legend
And clap you with seven
I'm crazier than servin' crack to a reverend
Plus, I ruin your career
like if the news camera catch you with Tevin
Ugh! Just gimme your rightful invision
I stiffle your mission
Swing and hit niggas hard as motorcycle collisions
Watch your ass, like you Michael in prison
There's so many weak wick-whack
Recycle-rap niggas
I'm liable to diss 'em
Even though, they scared of testin' me now
Quit playin' games, you "Got Beef?"
"Say My Name," like you Destiny's Child
First off all, let's get a few things straight:
This Death Row and I'm the new teammate
Nigga, your crew seen fate
We drop it fast
Watchin' bodies get carried like shoppin' bags
I ain't seen y'all up in the 'hood since niggas was rockin' Shaq's
Standin' by this hot nigga, your s'pose to burn
Lets make a toast to Death Row's return
Ya heard?
(Chorus)
Act like you knizzo, nigga this Death Rizzo
Niggas throw ya hands up, bitches get on the flizzo
Bangin' on you bustas in the two-triple-izzo
Kickin' in the dizzo
And that's so for shizzo
(2 times)
[Crooked I - Verse 2]
Oh... you niggas thought it was over and done?
I told you a soldier would come
Run for both of your guns
While you got that chronic smoke in your lungs
Open your mail, there's a picture inside, of me... chokin' your son
You're broke than a bum
Need to rap over some fatter samples
You Roger Troutman... out-settin' a bad example
In fact, should of had you gaffled, in back of the tabernacle
When you was tryin' to have ??? sex from that tramp,
with the adam's apple
I never understood why they was hatin' on Crook'
It's all just good 'cause the whole 'hood was waitin' on Crook'
I don't battle rap groups
I put switches on Cadilac Coupes
Nigga, that's how the strap shoots
I still... beat the hell outta fat dukes
While you cowards act cute
I teach these rap, soup-eatin' niggas how to stack loot
Gats to tuck
Can't tell you cats enough
The first thug label in the world, that's wussup...
It's Death Rizzo
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Yo... we still crackin' and smashin' for some real action
I'm still the best thing to happen to L.A. since Phil Jackson
So all of you marks tuck in your chain
Or on your next video shoot, you'll be be lookin' like you just got jumped
in the game
For the Row... it's nothin' to bang
Fuckin' ya game
Thuggin' the same
Lovin' the game
You catch a slug in your brain!
You'll be alive at 5:25 and dead by 5:30
Call me a trashman beacuse I always ride dirty
We draw crews and clickin' them
It's all cool...
Cause y'all fools is all too soft
We harder than law school curriculums
Stickin' up 64 victims a minute
Twistin' ya minute
Balistic off the most viscious hylosingenics invented
I drop a line
Rock a rhyme
Shock ya mind
Cock a nine
Stop ya time
Rob ya blind...
Rhyme 'til the block is mine
You can't hit Crooked I; you sound dope
cause them niggaz that wrote your shit... bit Crooked I
This Death Rizzo
(Chorus)
Album: Too Gangsta For Radio
Song: Death Rizzo
Typed by: [email protected]
(Verse 1)
Hold up...
I'm just coming to blow ya mind with the flow
Know what?
Niggas is hatin' cuz I signed with tha Row
So what?
Y'all been tryin' to stop mine on the low
I climb in the fo'
Let the glock pop... nine in a row
If I catch you after eleven
I'ma have to point an acurate weapon
At your acurate legend
And clap you with seven
I'm crazier than servin' crack to a reverend
Plus, I ruin your career
like if the news camera catch you with Tevin
Ugh! Just gimme your rightful invision
I stiffle your mission
Swing and hit niggas hard as motorcycle collisions
Watch your ass, like you Michael in prison
There's so many weak wick-whack
Recycle-rap niggas
I'm liable to diss 'em
Even though, they scared of testin' me now
Quit playin' games, you "Got Beef?"
"Say My Name," like you Destiny's Child
First off all, let's get a few things straight:
This Death Row and I'm the new teammate
Nigga, your crew seen fate
We drop it fast
Watchin' bodies get carried like shoppin' bags
I ain't seen y'all up in the 'hood since niggas was rockin' Shaq's
Standin' by this hot nigga, your s'pose to burn
Lets make a toast to Death Row's return
Ya heard?
(Chorus)
Act like you knizzo, nigga this Death Rizzo
Niggas throw ya hands up, bitches get on the flizzo
Bangin' on you bustas in the two-triple-izzo
Kickin' in the dizzo
And that's so for shizzo
(2 times)
[Crooked I - Verse 2]
Oh... you niggas thought it was over and done?
I told you a soldier would come
Run for both of your guns
While you got that chronic smoke in your lungs
Open your mail, there's a picture inside, of me... chokin' your son
You're broke than a bum
Need to rap over some fatter samples
You Roger Troutman... out-settin' a bad example
In fact, should of had you gaffled, in back of the tabernacle
When you was tryin' to have ??? sex from that tramp,
with the adam's apple
I never understood why they was hatin' on Crook'
It's all just good 'cause the whole 'hood was waitin' on Crook'
I don't battle rap groups
I put switches on Cadilac Coupes
Nigga, that's how the strap shoots
I still... beat the hell outta fat dukes
While you cowards act cute
I teach these rap, soup-eatin' niggas how to stack loot
Gats to tuck
Can't tell you cats enough
The first thug label in the world, that's wussup...
It's Death Rizzo
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Yo... we still crackin' and smashin' for some real action
I'm still the best thing to happen to L.A. since Phil Jackson
So all of you marks tuck in your chain
Or on your next video shoot, you'll be be lookin' like you just got jumped
in the game
For the Row... it's nothin' to bang
Fuckin' ya game
Thuggin' the same
Lovin' the game
You catch a slug in your brain!
You'll be alive at 5:25 and dead by 5:30
Call me a trashman beacuse I always ride dirty
We draw crews and clickin' them
It's all cool...
Cause y'all fools is all too soft
We harder than law school curriculums
Stickin' up 64 victims a minute
Twistin' ya minute
Balistic off the most viscious hylosingenics invented
I drop a line
Rock a rhyme
Shock ya mind
Cock a nine
Stop ya time
Rob ya blind...
Rhyme 'til the block is mine
You can't hit Crooked I; you sound dope
cause them niggaz that wrote your shit... bit Crooked I
This Death Rizzo
(Chorus)
