sup.. ima post these lyrics i wrote a little while back.. hopefully some of yall can give me some feedback... if some of it dont make sense, thats ok, its just personal shit.. i added more to it recently, givin props to woodie and east co co, so, heres my verse, and hopefully ill post the rest soon.. peace
I ain't into shit bitch-made/I don't like my pay delayed/I'm a real-ass kat/ 650 on the map we got it made/ So if you ain't a northerner/just a southside foreigner/ recognize the SF Bay/ or we send you to the coroner./Much luv to all my homies who I might forget to mention/ let's join together and take this rap into a new dimension/ A shady herd of punk ass hatahs/ try to get on Teen Fiend/get off my nuts, we'll fuck you up/ it's us who got the prom queen/ Kept it real since '97/ into rap since age eleven/ school you with my knowledge like an episode of 7th Heaven/
Much luv to all my boys and all my cousins in the streets/ much luv to homies at East Co Co/ so learn preferably/ That when you fuck with the SF Bay/ the mighty shall have the meek/ Don't fuck with Antioch when you won't even get past Walnut Creek/ Don't fuck wit Daly City/ San Mateo County crackin'/ and my homies up in Frisco wit the pistols they be packin/ We got lyrical secrecy/ voices in my dreams speak to me/ tellin' me to get rid of these phonies who dun appear too weak to me/ I'm plottin' tight rhymes/ yeah even as we speak/ I'm writin' hits and takin' hits/ delirious like "Twin Peaks"/ I’ma tell you my vision/ I’ma tell you my views/ Don't fuck wit the true kats/ or we'll put you on the news/ They fuck around too much, and soon it’s gonna cost ‘em/ when they step into the boundaries of Daly City and Contra Costa/ Your rhymes is incompetent, quit smokin the reefa/so fuck a foe bitch/ its all about northern califa/ I ain’t even gonna trip, I’ma keep my composure/but I’d rather burn in hell/ then face southern exposure/ I got a mad game to spit, and so now I’ll make the pitch / the first three words out of your first born/ is gonna be "northern cal bitch" /
I ain't into shit bitch-made/I don't like my pay delayed/I'm a real-ass kat/ 650 on the map we got it made/ So if you ain't a northerner/just a southside foreigner/ recognize the SF Bay/ or we send you to the coroner./Much luv to all my homies who I might forget to mention/ let's join together and take this rap into a new dimension/ A shady herd of punk ass hatahs/ try to get on Teen Fiend/get off my nuts, we'll fuck you up/ it's us who got the prom queen/ Kept it real since '97/ into rap since age eleven/ school you with my knowledge like an episode of 7th Heaven/
Much luv to all my boys and all my cousins in the streets/ much luv to homies at East Co Co/ so learn preferably/ That when you fuck with the SF Bay/ the mighty shall have the meek/ Don't fuck with Antioch when you won't even get past Walnut Creek/ Don't fuck wit Daly City/ San Mateo County crackin'/ and my homies up in Frisco wit the pistols they be packin/ We got lyrical secrecy/ voices in my dreams speak to me/ tellin' me to get rid of these phonies who dun appear too weak to me/ I'm plottin' tight rhymes/ yeah even as we speak/ I'm writin' hits and takin' hits/ delirious like "Twin Peaks"/ I’ma tell you my vision/ I’ma tell you my views/ Don't fuck wit the true kats/ or we'll put you on the news/ They fuck around too much, and soon it’s gonna cost ‘em/ when they step into the boundaries of Daly City and Contra Costa/ Your rhymes is incompetent, quit smokin the reefa/so fuck a foe bitch/ its all about northern califa/ I ain’t even gonna trip, I’ma keep my composure/but I’d rather burn in hell/ then face southern exposure/ I got a mad game to spit, and so now I’ll make the pitch / the first three words out of your first born/ is gonna be "northern cal bitch" /