TIM C AND TRAGIC VS THE BPC(BITIN PENIS CREW)
- Thread starter TRAGIC LOSSES
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we aint scared bpc reppin
people say when you tha champ you dont BAT-TLE-A-LOT
fuck that
you betta stay wit ya ARMOR like we was in-CAM-E-LOT
if u had BULLETS in ya BABY TOYS
you still wouldnt be RATT-LIN-SHOTS
this came out of nowhere
like when Beanie dis-MANTLED-THA-LOX
you want war then tha HAMMERS-CAN-POP
and tha only time niggas thought you was REAL
is when they found out SANTA-WAS-NOT
when i win, i bet tha CAMERAS-WILL-POP
at you and ya mans
you on tha ground gettin SLAMMED-WIT-A-COCK
and i stay transportin NICKELS-SON
i move tha weight
you just a PACKER(bagger) like HARDY NICKER-SON
when its pimp
you can FEEL-YA-RADIO-BASSIN
and i stay wit TWO NINES like tha PHILLY-RADIO-STATION
at tha first chance i get, niggas tryna take-tha-belt
this tha biggest shock
since TIM C was doin porno tapes-wit tragic(dogg)
im tha King Of Summer, so i dont give a fuck-about-fall
but hatas still grill me, i still dont give a fuck-about-yall
nobody else participatin, so i guess this-tha-chip
i cant defend it, so im givin CEL to-stealth
anybody who know pimp know i keep that 4-4-TUCKED
fuckstealth , i just shut that HOMO-UP
NOTE:
i didnt spit ma heart, because on tha off chance that i won
people say when you tha champ you dont BAT-TLE-A-LOT
fuck that
you betta stay wit ya ARMOR like we was in-CAM-E-LOT
if u had BULLETS in ya BABY TOYS
you still wouldnt be RATT-LIN-SHOTS
this came out of nowhere
like when Beanie dis-MANTLED-THA-LOX
you want war then tha HAMMERS-CAN-POP
and tha only time niggas thought you was REAL
is when they found out SANTA-WAS-NOT
when i win, i bet tha CAMERAS-WILL-POP
at you and ya mans
you on tha ground gettin SLAMMED-WIT-A-COCK
and i stay transportin NICKELS-SON
i move tha weight
you just a PACKER(bagger) like HARDY NICKER-SON
when its pimp
you can FEEL-YA-RADIO-BASSIN
and i stay wit TWO NINES like tha PHILLY-RADIO-STATION
at tha first chance i get, niggas tryna take-tha-belt
this tha biggest shock
since TIM C was doin porno tapes-wit tragic(dogg)
im tha King Of Summer, so i dont give a fuck-about-fall
but hatas still grill me, i still dont give a fuck-about-yall
nobody else participatin, so i guess this-tha-chip
i cant defend it, so im givin CEL to-stealth
anybody who know pimp know i keep that 4-4-TUCKED
fuckstealth , i just shut that HOMO-UP
NOTE:
i didnt spit ma heart, because on tha off chance that i won
bring it niggas stop ur loud talks
I'm going to blow like tires, Treat faces like whips/
And peel like vipers/
I punish defiance, I silence tragic/
We been down this road, I left you on the shoulder/
Wake you with the black down ya throat/
I'm not talkin about folgers/
Compare me to hova, The great of all time/
Any nigga say they beat Sed is trippin', They all lyin/
You not fuckin with pimpsmooth, Defy odds like Rocky/
Niggas compare me to death, There's no way to stop me/
I killed you in the bars above, The rest is for fun/
Talk about guns but be the type to run/
I'm eatin good, Call me the hustlin slob/
You the type to get work, can't move shit/
Then say you got robbed/
Oh my God, They gave me a mic/
In this little verse I already beat you twice/
Just that nice, Don't know what to say/
I move with the speeds like the hands of sugar ray/
Robison or Leonard, Call me the vendor/
I'm sellin your rhymes, the shit swellin ya mind/
This is one of kind, I something to watch/
You hate livin?/
I'll talk some time off ya hands, I'm not talking about a watch/
I'm going to blow like tires, Treat faces like whips/
And peel like vipers/
I punish defiance, I silence tragic/
We been down this road, I left you on the shoulder/
Wake you with the black down ya throat/
I'm not talkin about folgers/
Compare me to hova, The great of all time/
Any nigga say they beat Sed is trippin', They all lyin/
You not fuckin with pimpsmooth, Defy odds like Rocky/
Niggas compare me to death, There's no way to stop me/
I killed you in the bars above, The rest is for fun/
Talk about guns but be the type to run/
I'm eatin good, Call me the hustlin slob/
You the type to get work, can't move shit/
Then say you got robbed/
Oh my God, They gave me a mic/
In this little verse I already beat you twice/
Just that nice, Don't know what to say/
I move with the speeds like the hands of sugar ray/
Robison or Leonard, Call me the vendor/
I'm sellin your rhymes, the shit swellin ya mind/
This is one of kind, I something to watch/
You hate livin?/
I'll talk some time off ya hands, I'm not talking about a watch/
IM THAT NIGGA AND WHO EVER ELSE WANTS WAT WIT THE BOSS PLAYAS CREW
Fuck u TIM C live a day in my life, Look at ya shit you call dat nice?/
You jokin right/
We both men here, at Least i think we are/
Im pushin a Escalade, U pushin a toy car/
By them kiddy ass barz you'd think u were bow wow/
I got people that clap loud, But You cant get a bow down/
I must be lyin now,Ya ass iz lyin down/
The TRAGIC is for tha clowns, Da BOSS for the CROWN/
I saw this gurl las night i made sure-ta-tip-er/
I asked wuts ya name she told me TIM-Tha-Stripper/
I'll bring you down like a afghani in tha cockpit/
Knock ya buildin down,now tell me it aint no way 2 stop it/
Got beef, Squash it nah make dat a pumpkin/
Only way u squash beef was if u drunk a lil sumthin/
Im gittin tired now, but my thoughts-aint-gone/
Im kinda horny 2, Dats just tha X-im-on/(Ecstacy)
Boxin aint my sport why would i fight queers/
Fuck all that fight shit im TYSON i BITE EARS/
In those TALK you wrote, You aint beat me twice/
But in this verse i wrote, Shit i beat you all night/
Im at the end of my shit, it's ova i had fun/
I should be part of tha CLIPSE, "THIS THE LAST TYME" i told u I WON/
Fuck u TIM C live a day in my life, Look at ya shit you call dat nice?/
You jokin right/
We both men here, at Least i think we are/
Im pushin a Escalade, U pushin a toy car/
By them kiddy ass barz you'd think u were bow wow/
I got people that clap loud, But You cant get a bow down/
I must be lyin now,Ya ass iz lyin down/
The TRAGIC is for tha clowns, Da BOSS for the CROWN/
I saw this gurl las night i made sure-ta-tip-er/
I asked wuts ya name she told me TIM-Tha-Stripper/
I'll bring you down like a afghani in tha cockpit/
Knock ya buildin down,now tell me it aint no way 2 stop it/
Got beef, Squash it nah make dat a pumpkin/
Only way u squash beef was if u drunk a lil sumthin/
Im gittin tired now, but my thoughts-aint-gone/
Im kinda horny 2, Dats just tha X-im-on/(Ecstacy)
Boxin aint my sport why would i fight queers/
Fuck all that fight shit im TYSON i BITE EARS/
In those TALK you wrote, You aint beat me twice/
But in this verse i wrote, Shit i beat you all night/
Im at the end of my shit, it's ova i had fun/
I should be part of tha CLIPSE, "THIS THE LAST TYME" i told u I WON/
IM THAT NIGGA WHO WANT WHAT
Yo,
PIMPSMOOTH is dangerous..i steadily splatter-and-shatter-ya-scripts//
while DIVIOUS An TIM C is buidling a record battling-faggots-and-shit//
time-to-defeat this cat who hopes we are 'parallel'..so our ''lines-never-meet''//
cause after reading this..TRAIGIC goin to act like 'malignant bugs'..''dying-to-flea''//
yo kidd go ahead n split ya personalities to 3..and try to battle-me//
so i can slice each of them twice..then you'd atleast be half-of-me//
pounding-your-sounds..my flow is drowing-this-clown//
STEALTH is giving 'dracula brains'..no wonder hes goin "down"-for-the-"count"//
aiyo you could be 'blow torchin-wax'..and still couldnt ''smoke-a-track''//
'grab MR DONT GIVE A FUCC spinal chord' and laugh..then claim i'm ''holding-back''//
put my verse on a plate with seasoning so u'll get a taste-of-fate//
ya lines long as hell with no quality..what a wastePIMP N CEL C US-ripping-shit//
ya long lines have 'no real quality'..like them ''cool text-images''//
pussy!!im raising-ya-skirt..damn...i know your hating-my-verse//
go ahead and recycle..at least you'll be doin ya part in saving-the-earth!!//
ha..i laugh at ya gassed up spits..switch blade ya stomach punch thru all ya whack shit..//
maniacal maniac..ain't no one as insane-as-I//
think different? stick "four quarters" in ya "brain" and "change"-ya-"mind"//
leave you and our whole crew-laced and screw-faced//
"free"styles like "stealin'" "wigs"...no need "to-pay" (get it?)//
you couldn't "double" my skills wit a "two-for-one"//
gotcha "squad" in "terror" like "fat joe"..."excuse"-tha-"pun"//
it's like you "swingin'" on this "post" cuz you "hangin" on-by a-"thread"//
my "lyrics" gotcha development "arrested" like a "song"-by-tha-"feds"//
ALL YALL bitch!...I'll throw-you-a-hearse//
you couldn't "back up" tha "shit" you talk wit manure in ya trunk goin'-in-"reverse"//..FUCK YALL..YALL CANT SEE BOSS PLAYAS ,,BITCHES
Yo,
PIMPSMOOTH is dangerous..i steadily splatter-and-shatter-ya-scripts//
while DIVIOUS An TIM C is buidling a record battling-faggots-and-shit//
time-to-defeat this cat who hopes we are 'parallel'..so our ''lines-never-meet''//
cause after reading this..TRAIGIC goin to act like 'malignant bugs'..''dying-to-flea''//
yo kidd go ahead n split ya personalities to 3..and try to battle-me//
so i can slice each of them twice..then you'd atleast be half-of-me//
pounding-your-sounds..my flow is drowing-this-clown//
STEALTH is giving 'dracula brains'..no wonder hes goin "down"-for-the-"count"//
aiyo you could be 'blow torchin-wax'..and still couldnt ''smoke-a-track''//
'grab MR DONT GIVE A FUCC spinal chord' and laugh..then claim i'm ''holding-back''//
put my verse on a plate with seasoning so u'll get a taste-of-fate//
ya lines long as hell with no quality..what a wastePIMP N CEL C US-ripping-shit//
ya long lines have 'no real quality'..like them ''cool text-images''//
pussy!!im raising-ya-skirt..damn...i know your hating-my-verse//
go ahead and recycle..at least you'll be doin ya part in saving-the-earth!!//
ha..i laugh at ya gassed up spits..switch blade ya stomach punch thru all ya whack shit..//
maniacal maniac..ain't no one as insane-as-I//
think different? stick "four quarters" in ya "brain" and "change"-ya-"mind"//
leave you and our whole crew-laced and screw-faced//
"free"styles like "stealin'" "wigs"...no need "to-pay" (get it?)//
you couldn't "double" my skills wit a "two-for-one"//
gotcha "squad" in "terror" like "fat joe"..."excuse"-tha-"pun"//
it's like you "swingin'" on this "post" cuz you "hangin" on-by a-"thread"//
my "lyrics" gotcha development "arrested" like a "song"-by-tha-"feds"//
ALL YALL bitch!...I'll throw-you-a-hearse//
you couldn't "back up" tha "shit" you talk wit manure in ya trunk goin'-in-"reverse"//..FUCK YALL..YALL CANT SEE BOSS PLAYAS ,,BITCHES
im that nigga shut ur mouths
ash mactic ur weak ass fucc and i right in my yahoo boxes nigga ask cel ho u get down so dont come at me wit some weak ass pre written sense u have writing blocc u just mad i spit on u fools and left u 2 drown nigga u niggas r 2 weak for me it takes u 2 days 2 even holla bacc wit 16 bars wtf u niggas r garbage lmao 2 compete fo real
ash mactic ur weak ass fucc and i right in my yahoo boxes nigga ask cel ho u get down so dont come at me wit some weak ass pre written sense u have writing blocc u just mad i spit on u fools and left u 2 drown nigga u niggas r 2 weak for me it takes u 2 days 2 even holla bacc wit 16 bars wtf u niggas r garbage lmao 2 compete fo real
You can't be shit, bitch, if Cel-is-your-cuz/
You couldn't sell hits if you was smellin-like-bud/
Bitch, when i "flow", yo, its a hell-of-a-"flood"/
Your "flows" are all "dried up", like a "well-full-of-mud"/
Take ya ass back before i smack the wack-out-of-you/
Fuck your "gats", I rap, so just clap-while-I-shout-at-you/
A bout-or-two, you're down for the count, I hold my title/
Like a virus, I silence and cause violence to ya vitals/
You might-fold, the nights-cold, and here comes the frost-bite/
Your minds actin "not-right", and I can see that you've lost-fights/
Just toss the mic, find something new to screw-up/
Cel and you are through, I just wish you two grew up/
You blew up? Says who?-Fuck, you two-"suck", you can't "blow-up"/
You couldn't "spit-sicc" if you were starting to "throw-up"/
Why show up? You'd "stand" as much a chance "sitting down"/
Shove the chamber down your throat, now you're finally "spitting rounds"/
"Quitting sounds" a good idea, its a good call for ya'll to stop/
Its good being on the bottom, cuz you can't fall from the top/
...out...
You couldn't sell hits if you was smellin-like-bud/
Bitch, when i "flow", yo, its a hell-of-a-"flood"/
Your "flows" are all "dried up", like a "well-full-of-mud"/
Take ya ass back before i smack the wack-out-of-you/
Fuck your "gats", I rap, so just clap-while-I-shout-at-you/
A bout-or-two, you're down for the count, I hold my title/
Like a virus, I silence and cause violence to ya vitals/
You might-fold, the nights-cold, and here comes the frost-bite/
Your minds actin "not-right", and I can see that you've lost-fights/
Just toss the mic, find something new to screw-up/
Cel and you are through, I just wish you two grew up/
You blew up? Says who?-Fuck, you two-"suck", you can't "blow-up"/
You couldn't "spit-sicc" if you were starting to "throw-up"/
Why show up? You'd "stand" as much a chance "sitting down"/
Shove the chamber down your throat, now you're finally "spitting rounds"/
"Quitting sounds" a good idea, its a good call for ya'll to stop/
Its good being on the bottom, cuz you can't fall from the top/
...out...
MOB UP NIGGAS WE HERE WE AINT SCARED
The boss keep talkin shit/
I dont know whether to just hit em wit the fifth or the bottom of the clip/
STEALTH we can take this man to man, fuck ya man /
I'll make you move to San Fran and make ya fans sad, until they stop wearing rocawear & even forget the bands brand/
Really walk wit me, I carry the hawk wit me/
BP niggas down in case you wanna start wit me/
we infamous duns, we aint in this for fun/
we handle our business wit guns & send infinite slugs/
ASHMACTIC think you grown? I'll grab ya beard and shave it/
then donate the hair to ex-cancer patients/
drop you off on the freeway, while you sleep in ya PJs/
when we blaze, me and CEL C US burnin you 3 ways/
niggas you basic, I'll pull the 9 and leave you faceless/
face it, I dont got time for debating-- on whos hot and whos not/
"come home wit me" to my block/
{Boy} I'll have two shots from a few glocks make ya whole fuckin crew drop/
bith niggas even today still afraid to face MR DONT GIVE A FUCC/
jigga, nigga you Not?/
I'll have ya body rot under the sofa/
while MTV flash memorable moments and quote ya/
make ya face another space on those stop the violence posters/
you just a poser, I'll have you missin like ballots from Florida voters/
TIM C this, TRAGICl that, whether its PIMP or SMOOTH/
one clap from this black mac, will make ya name on a phily jersey throwback/
ya whole squad is so wack, and you know that/
I'll burn every theater that has the State Property show at/
cause you aint really real, that aint the life yall live/
yall only concerns is yall wife yall kids/
what ya life like? fake, only mine is real
best hide in shows after I sign my deal/
we gangstas signed and sealed/
yall keep confusing the shines wit skill/
X RAIDED think you shit?/
when most of the SICCNESS out there, think you bitch/
ya own crew think you snitch/
think you rich?/
We'll splash you up wit so much red, paramedics would think we crips/
really I dont care who ya team is/
we the meanest, duns wit guns, that'll clap at anyone not from BOSS PLAYAS/
The boss keep talkin shit/
I dont know whether to just hit em wit the fifth or the bottom of the clip/
STEALTH we can take this man to man, fuck ya man /
I'll make you move to San Fran and make ya fans sad, until they stop wearing rocawear & even forget the bands brand/
Really walk wit me, I carry the hawk wit me/
BP niggas down in case you wanna start wit me/
we infamous duns, we aint in this for fun/
we handle our business wit guns & send infinite slugs/
ASHMACTIC think you grown? I'll grab ya beard and shave it/
then donate the hair to ex-cancer patients/
drop you off on the freeway, while you sleep in ya PJs/
when we blaze, me and CEL C US burnin you 3 ways/
niggas you basic, I'll pull the 9 and leave you faceless/
face it, I dont got time for debating-- on whos hot and whos not/
"come home wit me" to my block/
{Boy} I'll have two shots from a few glocks make ya whole fuckin crew drop/
bith niggas even today still afraid to face MR DONT GIVE A FUCC/
jigga, nigga you Not?/
I'll have ya body rot under the sofa/
while MTV flash memorable moments and quote ya/
make ya face another space on those stop the violence posters/
you just a poser, I'll have you missin like ballots from Florida voters/
TIM C this, TRAGICl that, whether its PIMP or SMOOTH/
one clap from this black mac, will make ya name on a phily jersey throwback/
ya whole squad is so wack, and you know that/
I'll burn every theater that has the State Property show at/
cause you aint really real, that aint the life yall live/
yall only concerns is yall wife yall kids/
what ya life like? fake, only mine is real
best hide in shows after I sign my deal/
we gangstas signed and sealed/
yall keep confusing the shines wit skill/
X RAIDED think you shit?/
when most of the SICCNESS out there, think you bitch/
ya own crew think you snitch/
think you rich?/
We'll splash you up wit so much red, paramedics would think we crips/
really I dont care who ya team is/
we the meanest, duns wit guns, that'll clap at anyone not from BOSS PLAYAS/
STEALTH SOLO DISS ANY 1 ELSE WANTED HIT ME UP BPC MOB WE READY
its PIMP and i stay~on~tha~grind
ya girl always givin me "brains"
she said ma "dick stays~on~her~mind"
nigga please, ya should know by now to fear~us
yall virgins, tha only time yall "see pussy"
is when you "look in tha mir~ror"
blow ya house up and bring however's inside~out
then gun at you, turn ya inside~out wit ya insides~out
this nigga swear that he tha~best~on~tha~board?
when he aint even a~test~for~tha~bol(boy)
consider this hell raise~in~son
"cap off" this cat when he "smoked out"
so he can "get high" in more ways~than~one
keep playin and watch tha nine go off~in~ya~house
tha gun like "bad kids" tha way it "goes off~at~tha~mouth"
how dare you try to defy~tha~squad
you couldnt body BOSS PLAYAS is this guy~was~God(HAHA)
godfather status, not a ring, nigga kiss~the~tek
and after i body you tell kiss~he's~next
this nigga came at me without one post~to~his~name
bitch how bout i put tha toast~to~ya~frame
matta fact this shit is over~im~bored
"rock" you like a "pen~dant" and leave rem~nants(pieces)
of you all over~tha~board
ya flow aint "nastee' bitch~please
im tha one that "sick" round here
and this fag bout to "catch tha~disease"
you think you nice cuz NIGGAS is backin~you?
nigga please
in ya hood, they call me "Sapp" tha way that im "sackin~you"(suck my dick)
yeah I GOT A GUN and it rapid~ly~peel
chill out PIMP wouldnt be "corny"
if i was part of a "Thanksgiv~ing~meal"
you aint "Golden, child" so you betta get "Jin~on~me"
put it like this - not even a "DJ" could put a "spin~on~me"
its PIMP and i stay~on~tha~grind
ya girl always givin me "brains"
she said ma "dick stays~on~her~mind"
nigga please, ya should know by now to fear~us
yall virgins, tha only time yall "see pussy"
is when you "look in tha mir~ror"
blow ya house up and bring however's inside~out
then gun at you, turn ya inside~out wit ya insides~out
this nigga swear that he tha~best~on~tha~board?
when he aint even a~test~for~tha~bol(boy)
consider this hell raise~in~son
"cap off" this cat when he "smoked out"
so he can "get high" in more ways~than~one
keep playin and watch tha nine go off~in~ya~house
tha gun like "bad kids" tha way it "goes off~at~tha~mouth"
how dare you try to defy~tha~squad
you couldnt body BOSS PLAYAS is this guy~was~God(HAHA)
godfather status, not a ring, nigga kiss~the~tek
and after i body you tell kiss~he's~next
this nigga came at me without one post~to~his~name
bitch how bout i put tha toast~to~ya~frame
matta fact this shit is over~im~bored
"rock" you like a "pen~dant" and leave rem~nants(pieces)
of you all over~tha~board
ya flow aint "nastee' bitch~please
im tha one that "sick" round here
and this fag bout to "catch tha~disease"
you think you nice cuz NIGGAS is backin~you?
nigga please
in ya hood, they call me "Sapp" tha way that im "sackin~you"(suck my dick)
yeah I GOT A GUN and it rapid~ly~peel
chill out PIMP wouldnt be "corny"
if i was part of a "Thanksgiv~ing~meal"
you aint "Golden, child" so you betta get "Jin~on~me"
put it like this - not even a "DJ" could put a "spin~on~me"
and yalll niggas know we run this shit
it got on cuzz look at the fuccin thread tim c and tragic nigga and ur name on cuz the don said so nigga so shut ur mouth and move on i right from the dome dont be mad u cant have the skills 2 right as much lmao bpc mob and now ur shut down so move on we runnin it
it got on cuzz look at the fuccin thread tim c and tragic nigga and ur name on cuz the don said so nigga so shut ur mouth and move on i right from the dome dont be mad u cant have the skills 2 right as much lmao bpc mob and now ur shut down so move on we runnin it
thiz lil kid iz havin major problemz. you are now by far tha biggezt jackass ive ever seen. and you suck too. that one verse that Stealth kicked shitted on EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR VERSEZ! he shoulda never wazted hiz tyme on you. i know i wont. itz absurd.
callin yourself "the don" man shut tha fuck up you aint even Italian and you aint in no damn mob so get that kiddy shyt outta here. you fuckin jock Makaveli too much pendejo.
callin yourself "the don" man shut tha fuck up you aint even Italian and you aint in no damn mob so get that kiddy shyt outta here. you fuckin jock Makaveli too much pendejo.
im that nigga
ur just mad cuz the team ran u out and u mad i know it hurts for 2 get crushed by some 1 came in 4days and ran every 1 off the blocc and u get all hurt so u say some corney shit 2 come bacc but it dont fades me cuz lol we the mob that running it dont be mad try harder lol ur pathetic lmao come realer than maybe ill even give u the say so till then fall 2 ur kneess cuz we runn it
ur just mad cuz the team ran u out and u mad i know it hurts for 2 get crushed by some 1 came in 4days and ran every 1 off the blocc and u get all hurt so u say some corney shit 2 come bacc but it dont fades me cuz lol we the mob that running it dont be mad try harder lol ur pathetic lmao come realer than maybe ill even give u the say so till then fall 2 ur kneess cuz we runn it
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