i come from a background full of troublez / ma peoplez on tha struggle / thousandz collapse / fedz wanna put some phone tapz / words being spoken / mexicanoz crossin tha border caused by hunger / they wanna take us under/ pain rainin on us like thunder / moms cant afford to pay fo shoes / your pops aint doin nuthin but drinkin brews / now you struggle / nuthin left to do but to break the rules / you bound to steal / cause even when you was little your family couldnt afford a micky d'z happy meal / you tryinna get a job / but the white guy in the suit sayz you aint got no toolz / whats left nada but 2 pack twenty two's / crushin foolz / in two / tha money comes right and you got yourself a pair of shoes .
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- Thread starter L.K.D
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The sequel to a bay recovery movement/ only with improvement/ dizz here to prove, mint/ condition rhymes to shake ya disillusionment/ Confined to these cali streets/ still droppin beats/ only when I'm national, shit will be straight heat/ Who can relate to these lifestyles?/ Worthwhile?/ You hurt while/ strugglin to make the buck/ but shit out of luck/ workin for every dumb fuck wit no luck/ When I'm makin stacks/ I'll look back/ and say fuck those who doubted me/ i'm proud of me/ that's all I give a fuck about, kickin asses of those who used to look down on me/ Get ready to get shook up/ it's yo turn to look up/ dizz got controversy to cook up/
oh shit a new Bay recovery yal know whatz goinna happen/Kidd North back N this bitch & Iam rappen/Every night pray to tha Lord 2marrow I wont be snappin/on a fool/when I at skool/playin it cool/tryin ta be a good Kidd & stay tha fuck out of Juvie/but still coz comotion like a Eminem movie/I aint black rapper but I aint white like rabbit/Iam Mexicano who getz at it/when he see' tha microphone or any chance ta shine/I get more excited than a coke head when he see'z a line/go ahaed yall can sniff out tha dolla/that aint my style but if ya got weed holla/Ill fade shit I wont front/but puff puff pass that philli blunt/let me hit it let me toke it/then when I get weed u can smoke it/so roll a blunt theirz plenty ta go around/take a hit so u wont frown/
we just rappin expresing are selfz N are own way/not like us having fun is goinna ruin ur day/& dont take what I say wrong I mean no disrespect/we just havin are fun on siccness.net/but if dont like it Y u readin this Post?yall know I like rappin more than most/I proved that on tha Movment/but sence then I done improvment/atleast I think I did/but thatz tha openion of a Kidd/orginally from Nor Cal 510 to be exact/but now livin N tha 928 ready to react/
right now itz me L.K.D & of cource Dizz/but now we need Rix Curt & Of cource Nobody's Biz/oh shit we got another rapper N here Sup Mista drizz/heard u have ur own kind of Canadian Style letz see what it iz/dont be scered homie help us flow on tha siccness/any & all otha rapperz join us dont just be a whitness/but if yall like my style thank to my cousin may he rest in peace/Michael at least ya aint being pressured by tha punk police/u chillin up on a soft cloud/& me Iam out here gettin loud/lettin every one know ur still N my heart/& we together even though so far apart/ur up N heaven cuz ya better not be N hell/me Iam either out doing my damn thang or stuck N a cell/constintly askin God/Y Iam N tha D-Pod/now Iam out & Iam finally free/having to live life with my parentz actin all dramaticlly/going krazie cuz I lost every thing up N tha atic B/so now Iam just going to let loose/I aint lying being skitzo aint my excuse/that just givez me another reason to murder all who apose North/Me tha young Felon Yeah Iam finally steppin forth/lettin all my emotion out threw tha barrol of my strap/& if I wanna make sure Iam goinna hit u Ill imagion u az a scrap/then tell me how it feelz to get a kiss by a bullet shell b4 it waz empty/& whatz that there oh shit yall thatz hiz soul there it went B/buh bye see ya when my life iz ova & done wit/till den I gotta go back to cell block 201, shit/
i come from the streetz / of hard knockin beatz / i been a rapper fo 2 yearz / i been in the streetz fo 9 yearz / a ghetto azz writer / hustlin in tha corner so i can get ma sister some diaperz / would i die befo it dependz / but befo i do i gotta make some endz / kid north spittin with no regretz / siccness.com mothafucka we earn respect / niggaz talk shit i blow ma gun in a sec / nowadays everybody talkin bout gold / while little kids freezin in tha cold / i bust capz / pick up ma notebook pages full of rapz / they say scrapz aint nuthin but targetz / i step on them like carpetz / i fade haterz like i was usin bleach / give you a dope speach / somethin you fake mothafuckaz cant reach / little kidz wanna roll with the big g'z / you aint even old enough 2 drink / you like a dog on a leash / i aint got time 2 teach / freestyle up in thiz mothafucka im droppin all ma strugglez / ma viewz / on i hit niggaz with twenty twos / shit on them till they smell like doo doo / they dont have a clue though / beat you with some yudo / you know / you cant see me thru the humo / crush you like a sumo .
Dizz ain't quittin/ so if you don't like what you see don't read it and quit bitcin/ we aint forcin kats to look/ we just continuin this rap book/ kidd north and L.K.D. ready to devastate/ wit the illest rhymes you heard makin jealousy feel like times to menstrate/ It's too late/ we already took over this act/ I ain't gon hog that track/ cuz I wana see other kats blast/ Make our presences felt/ raps heartfelt/ tellin lifestyles ain't shit to make you heart melt/ but make yo heart swell/ when you hear of the struggles/ too much shit to juggle/ too many ripples in the puddle/ Fuck you store-bought ready-made rappers you ain't been thru this shit/ Havin connections and Gs in the true aspect of the game really ain't shit/ Been rappin since childhood, watching the Giants, fuck the dodgers/ Dizz closin the lid on this track wit a rest in peace mr rogerz...
Iam dressed nice all N my Ecko Pantz/& Iam going to a club but not to dance/I gotta handle me sum buisness/cuz at tha party there'z a whitness/to tha Murder on third/& I even heard/he goinna be a bitch & call tha beacon/Tef Said ok so hiz life iz mine for tha taken/now me Locsta, & Ray headin to tha club/we see Killa there Was up Blood/what u up to shit whatz krackin/me, soon my gunz goinna be cappin/cuz I gotta make sure no one'z goinna be yappin/their bitch ass lipz/so I gotta give him sum hallow tipz/actully I kinda feel a lil sorry for him/cuz for tellin tha truth hiz future'z grim/Yo Locsta he aint here/letz bounce to tha party but grab me a beer/I heard there'z a party on 6th street/Let go yall Ray hold my heat/I gotta load another clip/Ncase sumone else wantz to be talken shit/now we pullin up at tha party/see dat gurl wit a coke framed body/damn dis suckz cuz work before pleasure/but I got my finger on tha trigger waitin to give it more preasure/but soon az I get more N to tha party guess who I see/fucker see'z me to so he runz he knowz hiz destiny/he a bitch runnin out to tha back yard/quit hidin behind that fool he aint yo body guard/& tell ur homie ta step back he aint hard/motha fucka pullz out hiz cell/to late hiz ass iz going to hell/he startz ta dial 9-1-1/to late I aimin my gun/first I look around/see no snitchez so I bust a round/motha fucka now dead on tha ground/motha fucka I smoked yo ass/now look at tha blood on tha grass/but we cap hiz homie b4 we get N r ride/Ray call 9-1-1 say here'z a double homaside/haha!!
actually i look thru the forum a lot homie... not as much as i used to cuz im busy wit school and all that shit... but i do read the threads when i got a free moment, usually thurs to mon.. but i dont reply to them cuz usually i dont have anything to say, or cuz im in a hurry.. but rappin is what i love to do, so when i gots the chance to write a lil sumthin and a free minute, i do it.
i was gonna rap but decided to cap/ thought to diss yall and watch how yall react/yall ain't showin me nothing new/reppin crew talking bout putting work and what yall gonna do yall some damn fools/i know yall have some pretty lips/for real yall have some pretty lips/ i can tell by the way you spit ill show what to put in it/ come back and say im gay but you are my main bitch/go out to the corner don't forget my beer and cigarettes/when clientel passes by grab you ankles/ don't look at me funny for real homes grab yo ankles/that free advertisement to let em know you able/to break it off proper and you part of my stable/i own many hoes like you/hardcore till funk jumps and you shake in your shoes/thats when i swoop and send you behind the front lines/its safer now you mine sell your behind make sure i gets mine/
fuck it writers block ha just playing yall bored as fuck
fuck it writers block ha just playing yall bored as fuck
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