tell me about ya life

[mustynutz]

Step into my world fulla darkness, hate and greed
A grimy little village fulla grinders, pickpockets and thieves
Where a dime bag gone cost you fifteen
Hungry niggaz raised on top ramen, hot dogs and government cheese
We bleed copper cause the love of money flows through of veins
Tryin to start folding paper instead of being out here jinglin this change
This same dime and a nickel I been tryin to flip for a minute
The blueprints have been laid, its time to execute the mission
Executive decisions in this game called life
Where its all about being in the right place and there at the right time
Some cats is just wandering and walkin around blind
Going backwards down a one-way, he didn’t pay attention to the signs
I struggle inside, to try to come to grips with whats real
Ever since both of my parent got killed I never tell people how I really feel
I spill my ink on this paper chase away the pain with this liquor
Split me up a cinnamon swisher fill it with some icky that stick to ya fingers
We all innocent until proven guilty
With my last bar... all im sayin... is that im hopin ya feel me.

 

[mustynutz]

if if you dont feel me, then fuck it im gone
nowadays thangs is lookin strange like we in the twilight zone
niggas gettin blown away with Ak's to the face
its like frisco and oakland is on some sorta sick murda race
to see which murder rate is gonna be the highest
the funeral homes is gettin rich from all these niggas thats dyin
ima just tryin to stay alive and keep my mind of my money
aint you seen the commercial, shit you could learn a lot from a dummy
i might be bummy in appearance, but im makin moves on the under
so dont think you know me potna, dont judge a book by its cover

 

[mustynutz]

i know ya'll laughin at my raps and talkin bout how my shit sucks
aint this a bitch......Currently Active Users: Mustynutz
so im rappin to myself,just a oneway conversation
bustin to myself all alone like i was masturbatin
im still waitin to someone to be like "damn that shits tight"
"you can be all over my album and we can record it tonight"
yeah right, im already knowing no one gonna take me seriously
"yeah ya lyrics is alright, but you need to work on ya delivery"

 

[Deuce]

Ever since both of my parents got killed....I never tell people how I really feel
......I spill my ink on this paper chase away from the effects of this liquor

Firstly, I won't let BOTH of your parents memories go un-noticed....R.I.P.






Also my nigg, Gangsta shit is just Chasing the pain away with Liquor, Liquor won't comfort you, Alcahol in-directly says '' EVERYTHINGS GUNNA BE OKAY '' The shit is Mis-leading homie . Being drunk is harmfull,
Homie the Alcahol feels good initially but, after 3 hours...Where are you ?


I been there cuzzo, tRYNA COMFORT A AUTHENTIC IMAGE YET, DAMAGING MYSELF HEALTH WISE IN THW PROCESS...

Find yourself homie...

 

[mustynutz]

Firstly, I won't let BOTH of your parents memories go un-noticed....R.I.P.






Also my nigg, Gangsta shit is just Chasing the pain away with Liquor, Liquor won't comfort you, Alcahol in-directly says '' EVERYTHINGS GUNNA BE OKAY '' The shit is Mis-leading homie . Being drunk is harmfull,
Homie the Alcahol feels good initially but, after 3 hours...Where are you ?


I been there cuzzo, tRYNA COMFORT A AUTHENTIC IMAGE YET, DAMAGING MYSELF HEALTH WISE IN THW PROCESS...

Find yourself homie...

right on folks....real talk

 

[mustynutz]

at times i find myself gettin high at full throttle
tryin to find answers to my problems in the end of a bottle
with every swallow i see tomorrow gettin further away
might end up a victim to the next niggas murderous ways
i was on the right path but then i seem to fall astray
i know i'll be old and gray before a nigga really change
a prisoner to my mental chains, wit no way to break free
strugglin to reach for the key thats just happens to be slightly outta my reach
i speak no lies, fear no man... and have nothing to hide
niggaz get high and listen to these songs about different parts of my life
Sometimes i think i'll never end up seeing the light....... in this way i'm livin
But you dont need eyes to see.......you need vision
dont be pissin away ya time on this earth, cause life is limited
Keepin in mind that i could die while writin this rap... before i finish it

 

[SLOWPOKE]

LOOK HERE .....

MAN I'MA THE ONE YOU ARE FEARFULL OF
U TRYED TO OVERTHROW MY LOVE
FOR MY LIGHT, SAD EYES
YOU KNOW IT'S ME IN BETWEEN THEM THIGHS
SHE RUBBS MY FEET AND MY BACK
BITCH MADE, GAME IS WHAT U LACK
I HAD HER PLAY YOU FOR A FOOL TO GET YOUR SAFE #
NOW I'M THE HOTT STEPER





NOW THAT IS FIRE...

 

[PyKillaman]

Step into my world fulla darkness, hate and greed
A grimy little village fulla grinders, pickpockets and thieves
Where a dime bag gone cost you fifteen
Hungry niggaz raised on top ramen, hot dogs and government cheese
We bleed copper cause the love of money flows through of veins
Tryin to start folding paper instead of being out here jinglin this change
This same dime and a nickel I been tryin to flip for a minute
The blueprints have been laid, its time to execute the mission
Executive decisions in this game called life
Where its all about being in the right place and there at the right time
Some cats is just wandering and walkin around blind
Going backwards down a one-way, he didn’t pay attention to the signs
I struggle inside, to try to come to grips with whats real
Ever since both of my parent got killed I never tell people how I really feel
I spill my ink on this paper chase away the pain with this liquor
Split me up a cinnamon swisher fill it with some icky that stick to ya fingers
We all innocent until proven guilty
With my last bar... all im sayin... is that im hopin ya feel me.

My nigga that shit is hard

 

[mustynutz]

good to see cats is feelin it.

 

[mrmafioso04]

good shit mayne real shit mayne



ey check it out mayne fuck it



berkeley is my town bitch thats where im raised
i remember all my patnas from way back in the days
riding bikes servin knocks on every block in the town
now they ballin hit cuts when the cops come around
but its different now, get wet up by all your homies
they plottin on a liq just cuz they all know me
got me stressed out, i leave em stretched out on the pavement
mad when my patna died suckas already had his grave dig
it got me wildin till im slidin in the stolo
ridin on the block swangin 8s on the solo
make me load up a .44 and buck till i see blood
where im from aint no love nigga cuz we thugs
slangin dubs in the club wit a mean mug on
flowin like a gangtsa cuz i never liked a club song
if u raised out here, u gon be strong as fuck
cuz we go 1 on 1 or pull out and buck
straight up, come to the south get 1 in your brain
too many dead patnas got me stung wit the pain
in my town, we hard, everybody else weak to me
thats why i go where i want and smash hella frequently


bitch

 

[mustynutz]

my whole life could barely be captured in a rhyme
if i told you the whole story you would say that i'm lyin
mine... its been been a hard one, aint no hidin the fact
split between two parent who couldnt keep the family intact
i lacked the guidance and supervision i needed
i aint even begun to play the game but already got cheated
gettin weeded at 12...a borderline fuck up that needed help
but nobody could see that this so called paradise is really hell
seein trails, a myriad of drugs to keep my mind straight
but it pushed me over edge, im numb to the world that i hate
i skate with one leg over a path of thin ice
the other foot in the grave, i used to pray i'd die every night
and it aint right for a child to have to live this way
when they locked me outta the house i roamed the streets until the next day
lookin for the best way to try and change my situation
but theres only so much i could do at my age and it was frustratin
so i stuck to makin the money, learned the concept of profit
fuck 2 for 15, im in it for money, i cant be takin no losses
" give ya boy a deal on sack, I cant get it for 8 ?"
fuckin makin deal potna, im tryin to put food on my plate
and if i came home late, it meant sleepin on the porch
back when niggas smoked marlboros, before they switched to ports
and if you went to court, you went to 21 tower road
and if you had Shelton as a judge, then ya ass was gone
he was known for throwin the book at ya and have ya servin some time
i kept that in mind when i was on the grind servin them dimes
i wasnt tryin to go back to jail ...fuck that....i aint gone do it
been there and did it all, juvenile hall.... A,B,C, and D unit...
me and pops was goin through, all he did was fight
and since he was at home gettin high i just ran the streets all night
and since funds was tight, i was walkin around without a dollar to my name
i borrowed and begged, wandered the streets without a place to stay
this aint no way for a juvenile to be raised
but cocaines a helluva drug, shit you could ask Rick James
its all the same, whether it your life or mine, that how it goes....
keep in mind that every fine line leads to a nose


"theres so much that i see wrong and not enought i that i see right
some night..... i sit alone while drinkin.... thinkin fuck this life
i just light me another one and blow my brains to the sky
all my problems go up in smoke everytime i get high"


So now the streets is saturatin a youngsta wit what he need to know
AND IM USIN THAT KNOWLEDGE TO GET ME WHERE I NEED TO GO
no need for me to slow down, im runnin full speed to try and gain position
down for mine til then wheels fall off and the tranny start slippin






and some other shit

 

[antiochsamiam]

muuuuusssttttyyyyyy mayne write this shit down, you got it, keep shit for your self and drop one!

 

[Contagious Locc]

I'LL TELL YOU BOUT MY LIFE BUT IT'S NO SMILES OR DIMPLES//
RAISED IN THE VALLEY OF CALI, IT WAS WILD NIGGAZ PACCIN' PISTOLS//
WE RUN UP IN YA SPOT, BROAD DAY LIGHT, BANG HAMMERS QUICC LIKE//
BUT THAT ASIDE, THIS WILL BE BRIEF CAUSE I HATE THE LIME LITE//
INFA RED LIGHTS, EXTENDED CLIPS, 223'S MUSTYNUTS WHETEVA U NEED//
I GOT THE PLUG HOMIE FROM THA BOMBEST WEED, VESTS, TO FAKE ID'S//
BUT IM TRYIN' TO KEEP IT LEGIT NOW CAUSE THE SEASON IS HOT//
EVADE THE COPS, THE GAMES CHANGED, NIGGAS TALKIN' ON THE BLOCC//

KEEP WRITIN' MUSTY

 

[Sad Eyez]

slowpoke.. is u my new stalker? cuz.. u was never and never will be between my thighs.........

 

[tadou]

^^ Dont be a lame. This is the flows forum, not the petty beef forum.

 

[Gordon Gekko]

See...this is what the rap game needs, more shyt like this in the mainstream instead of the bullshyt we hear everyday. But true talent hardly ever gets noticed.

 

[MeloTrauma]

Look in my eyes, but theyre closed for the time being
Im trying to dream of a reason to keep myself breathing
And Ive breathed on better days, yet I still cant say
that better days lie ahead, instead I live for the pain
Refrain from praying, not knowing if Ill be saved when
Im lost on the path paved in sin by Satan
Waiting to see exactly where Ill go and where Ill be
in a matter of time, and thats the scariest thing to be
Lost - and barley a soul to seek
Causing me inner-defeat, and I cant get to sleep
So I cant dream, and when thats all I have I cant seem
to a find a balance between the nothingness and my being

my eyes remain closed

 

[mustynutz]

Some eyes remain closed when the real facts are exposed
Some lead a life of denial , but thats just the life that chose
Every fine line leads to a nose, though some slip through the cracks
Some overlook the facts the this life is merely a trap
Its like a parking space, soon as you gone the next cat tryin to take ya place
some cant keep up with the pace and fall behind in this rat race
eliminate the weakest link on the chain, its about the company you choose
Some folks remain true but still keep ya eyes on the ones closest to you
I aint never seen my pops take a hit, i aint never seen em even take a sniff
but behind closed door i knew that what he did when i was kid
yeah he tried to keep it hidden but I was too smart for my britches
AlL i heard was lighters clickin, every night pops comes home wit different bitches
You talkin to a nigga that done had like 15 different moms,and maybe a few others
and they wonder when it comes to women why im such a cold muthafucka
"Mama always told me there would be days like this...".
Fuck that , my mom was gone and the bitch didnt tell me shit
I swear she musta been sniffin paint when she was pregnant with me
cause the shit I do nowadays dont even make sense to me
Why do I be talkin to myself when a nigga all alone
havin conversation with muthafuckas thats been dead and gone....
Who knows what caused it....Maybe the chemical from Mom smoke inhalation?
Influence from the sick niggas i was raised wit ?
Or second hand side effect from livin wit pops when he was freebasin ?

 

[mustynutz]

good to see folks on some real shit

 

[mustynutz]

next..........