WOOD..
- Thread starter YOUNG VILLAIN
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DIRTY FELLAZ
WHO ME? WOODIE A PUNK, FUCK THAT JUNK, WHAT MAKES YOU SAY THAT?/ JUST 'CAUSE I RAP DON'T MEAN I'M JUST A RAPPER I'M OUT FOR PAYBACK/ LAID BACK IN A LARK WITH THE TOP DROPPED, YEAH MY CLICK DONE GOT THE YOC HOT/ BREAKIN' EM OFF IN NINETY-FOUR GOT ENEMIES CHALKED UP, HOMEBOYZ LOCKED UP/ SUCKA WALK UP WITH YOUR GLOCK TUCKED IF YOU FEEL YOU'RE THE ONE TO KILL ME/ WANNA GET FILTHY? ENEMIES FEEL FREE PUTTIN' IT DOWN FOR THE NORTH I'M GUILTY/ OLD-E FORTIES DISTILL ME AS I SPILL MY SEED UPON THIS EARTH/ TRYIN' TO LEAVE A PART OF MY SOUL WIT A SON TO CARRY ALONG MY NAME AND WORD/ MY SON MURDER IF YOU HAVE TO BUT I DON'T STRESS THAT YOU MAKE IT A HABIT/ AND WIND UP TOO FAR GONE AND CAN'T BACK UP FORCED TO LIVE A WHOLE LIFE HAVOC/ GOTTA PROTECT MY FOLKS, REJECT ALL THOSE ONLY OUT FOR SKRILL AND FUCKIN' HOES/ 'CAUSE THEY THE ONES THAT'LL LEAVE YOU FROZE SOLO IN A CROWD OF ANGRY FOES/ THIS LIFE I CHOSE SO I CAN'T BLAME A SOUL WHEN I DIE AT A YOUNG AGE/ GANGBANGERS BODY FOUND MANGLED AND SHOT, PUZZLE THE COPS ON THE FRONT PAGE/ IN A DRUNK RAGE KILLAZ GATHER UP ARTILLERY SCATTERED IN THE CUTS/ ON A MISSION TO KILL THE OPPOSITION LEAVIN' A SCENE OF SPLATTERED GUTS/ DON'T MATTER MUCH WHO'S THE TRIGGER MAN YOUR WHOLE SETS GONNA GET A FEEL OF MY CLAN/ WITH NO DEBATE RETALIATE GET ACCUSED NEVER TAKE THE WITNESS STAND/ ARE WE VICIOUS MEN WITH A VICIOUS PLAN, HEARTLESS MURDERERS THAT INTEND/ TO KILL INNOCENT TO THE GUILTY? NAW, JUST DEALIN' WITH THE WORLD WERE LIVIN' IN/ WHERE DIVIDENDS MAKE THE WORLD SPIN, CREATING A VIOLENT WHIRLWIND/ THATS HARD TO NOT GET SUCKED UP IN, FACE IT, GONNA BE WAR TIL' THE WORLD ENDS/ SO IF DANGERS FELT FEAR FOR YOUR HEALTH, UNDERESTIMATE FILL AN EMPTY SHELF/ AT A MORGUE WITH YOUR DEAD BODY AND BLACKBIRD WILL FINISH UP WHAT AIN'T BEEN DEALT.......NOW
WHO ME? WOODIE A PUNK, FUCK THAT JUNK, WHAT MAKES YOU SAY THAT?/ JUST 'CAUSE I RAP DON'T MEAN I'M JUST A RAPPER I'M OUT FOR PAYBACK/ LAID BACK IN A LARK WITH THE TOP DROPPED, YEAH MY CLICK DONE GOT THE YOC HOT/ BREAKIN' EM OFF IN NINETY-FOUR GOT ENEMIES CHALKED UP, HOMEBOYZ LOCKED UP/ SUCKA WALK UP WITH YOUR GLOCK TUCKED IF YOU FEEL YOU'RE THE ONE TO KILL ME/ WANNA GET FILTHY? ENEMIES FEEL FREE PUTTIN' IT DOWN FOR THE NORTH I'M GUILTY/ OLD-E FORTIES DISTILL ME AS I SPILL MY SEED UPON THIS EARTH/ TRYIN' TO LEAVE A PART OF MY SOUL WIT A SON TO CARRY ALONG MY NAME AND WORD/ MY SON MURDER IF YOU HAVE TO BUT I DON'T STRESS THAT YOU MAKE IT A HABIT/ AND WIND UP TOO FAR GONE AND CAN'T BACK UP FORCED TO LIVE A WHOLE LIFE HAVOC/ GOTTA PROTECT MY FOLKS, REJECT ALL THOSE ONLY OUT FOR SKRILL AND FUCKIN' HOES/ 'CAUSE THEY THE ONES THAT'LL LEAVE YOU FROZE SOLO IN A CROWD OF ANGRY FOES/ THIS LIFE I CHOSE SO I CAN'T BLAME A SOUL WHEN I DIE AT A YOUNG AGE/ GANGBANGERS BODY FOUND MANGLED AND SHOT, PUZZLE THE COPS ON THE FRONT PAGE/ IN A DRUNK RAGE KILLAZ GATHER UP ARTILLERY SCATTERED IN THE CUTS/ ON A MISSION TO KILL THE OPPOSITION LEAVIN' A SCENE OF SPLATTERED GUTS/ DON'T MATTER MUCH WHO'S THE TRIGGER MAN YOUR WHOLE SETS GONNA GET A FEEL OF MY CLAN/ WITH NO DEBATE RETALIATE GET ACCUSED NEVER TAKE THE WITNESS STAND/ ARE WE VICIOUS MEN WITH A VICIOUS PLAN, HEARTLESS MURDERERS THAT INTEND/ TO KILL INNOCENT TO THE GUILTY? NAW, JUST DEALIN' WITH THE WORLD WERE LIVIN' IN/ WHERE DIVIDENDS MAKE THE WORLD SPIN, CREATING A VIOLENT WHIRLWIND/ THATS HARD TO NOT GET SUCKED UP IN, FACE IT, GONNA BE WAR TIL' THE WORLD ENDS/ SO IF DANGERS FELT FEAR FOR YOUR HEALTH, UNDERESTIMATE FILL AN EMPTY SHELF/ AT A MORGUE WITH YOUR DEAD BODY AND BLACKBIRD WILL FINISH UP WHAT AIN'T BEEN DEALT.......NOW
NORTHERN CALI OFF THE STOMPILATION ALBUM.
YOU HATERS LOOKIN' AT ME, WHO YA BE? WHATCHA SEE?/ YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME SUCKA MAYBE I SHOT ONE OF YOUR HOMIEZ/ BUT KEEP ON LOOKIN' WIT CHO' MEAN MUG.... AND I'MMA REACH/ INTO MY WAISTLINE AND GREET CHA'.... WITH HEAVY HEAT/ SO RUN UP OR KEEP YOUR EYES OFF ME " THATS RIGHT"/ I HOLLER WEST TWOMP Y-O-C " SCRAPS DIE"/ NORTHERN CALI IS MY PLACE OF BIRTH SINCE I WAS CONCEIVED/ I'VE BEEN TO HELL AND BACK TWICE, FOR DEAD HOMIEZ I GRIEVE/ BUT WILL I LEAVE..THE GAME?YOU MUST BE KIDDIN' THATS FORBIDDEN'/ CHOSE TO BANG WHEN WE WERE YOUNG NOW HALF OF TWOMP STREETS UP IN PRISON/ SO I'M OBLIGATED TO MY OCCUPATION, BANGIN' MAKIN' RAPS/ I'M THE VOICE OF TRAGEDIES AND STRUGGLES THAT MY GANG HAS HAD/ WON'T HESITATE TO LAY YA' FLAT, A KILLA? NO DEBATIN' THAT/ YOU WANNA TEST ME? MAKE ME SNAP, YOU'LL WISH THAT YOU COULD TAKE IT BACK/ WITH GAME IN TACT I'M STATIN' FACTS AND LEAVIN' YOU SOAKED/ WITH THE THOUGHTS AND MENTALITY OF A GANGSTA PROVOKED.
YOU HATERS LOOKIN' AT ME, WHO YA BE? WHATCHA SEE?/ YOU THINK YOU KNOW ME SUCKA MAYBE I SHOT ONE OF YOUR HOMIEZ/ BUT KEEP ON LOOKIN' WIT CHO' MEAN MUG.... AND I'MMA REACH/ INTO MY WAISTLINE AND GREET CHA'.... WITH HEAVY HEAT/ SO RUN UP OR KEEP YOUR EYES OFF ME " THATS RIGHT"/ I HOLLER WEST TWOMP Y-O-C " SCRAPS DIE"/ NORTHERN CALI IS MY PLACE OF BIRTH SINCE I WAS CONCEIVED/ I'VE BEEN TO HELL AND BACK TWICE, FOR DEAD HOMIEZ I GRIEVE/ BUT WILL I LEAVE..THE GAME?YOU MUST BE KIDDIN' THATS FORBIDDEN'/ CHOSE TO BANG WHEN WE WERE YOUNG NOW HALF OF TWOMP STREETS UP IN PRISON/ SO I'M OBLIGATED TO MY OCCUPATION, BANGIN' MAKIN' RAPS/ I'M THE VOICE OF TRAGEDIES AND STRUGGLES THAT MY GANG HAS HAD/ WON'T HESITATE TO LAY YA' FLAT, A KILLA? NO DEBATIN' THAT/ YOU WANNA TEST ME? MAKE ME SNAP, YOU'LL WISH THAT YOU COULD TAKE IT BACK/ WITH GAME IN TACT I'M STATIN' FACTS AND LEAVIN' YOU SOAKED/ WITH THE THOUGHTS AND MENTALITY OF A GANGSTA PROVOKED.
GOT ME TWISTED
LETS TAKE IT BACK TO NINETY-THREE, FLAG HANGIN' TO THE BACK OF MY KNEE/ A THREE FIFTY SEVEN TUCKED IN MY NUTS FOR THOSE ATTACKIN' ME/ PATROLIN' THE BLOCK, THE SET, THE TURF WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT/ SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD SO BOLD AIN'T NO ONE SHOT CALLIN'/ FOOL WE GOT OUR OWN GANG, AND DO OUR OWN THANG/ MONEY SECOND, BITCHES THIRD, FIRST THING BUILD A KNOWN NAME/ EARN OUR STRIPES, PUT IN WORK, OBJECTIVE LEAVE THEM RIVALS HURT/ GET YOUR HANDS ON ANY STRAP YOU CAN IF BROKEN MAKE IT WORK/ AVOID THE COPS AT ALL COSTS, NEVER COME IN CONTACT/ HIT A FENCE AND SHAKE YOU FACED WIT MURDER RESULT TO COMBAT/ AS LONG AS THAT STRAP IS LOADED HOMIE YOU GOT A CHANCE/ NEVER GIVE UP, THROW YOUR SHIT UP LET 'EM KNOW YOU READY FOR THE LAST DANCE/ ONE-EIGHT-SEVEN WE HIT THEM, SEVEN-EIGHT-ONE THEY HIT US/ BACK AND FORTH WE ALL DIE, FUCK IT! IN MY NORTHERNERS I TRUST/ TO RIDE'S A MUST, WHENEVER I BUST CAN'T LET 'EM MATCH BALLISTICS/ WEAPON GONE, NEW STRAP ON MY PERSON "THEY GOT ME TWISTED"
LETS TAKE IT BACK TO NINETY-THREE, FLAG HANGIN' TO THE BACK OF MY KNEE/ A THREE FIFTY SEVEN TUCKED IN MY NUTS FOR THOSE ATTACKIN' ME/ PATROLIN' THE BLOCK, THE SET, THE TURF WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT/ SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD SO BOLD AIN'T NO ONE SHOT CALLIN'/ FOOL WE GOT OUR OWN GANG, AND DO OUR OWN THANG/ MONEY SECOND, BITCHES THIRD, FIRST THING BUILD A KNOWN NAME/ EARN OUR STRIPES, PUT IN WORK, OBJECTIVE LEAVE THEM RIVALS HURT/ GET YOUR HANDS ON ANY STRAP YOU CAN IF BROKEN MAKE IT WORK/ AVOID THE COPS AT ALL COSTS, NEVER COME IN CONTACT/ HIT A FENCE AND SHAKE YOU FACED WIT MURDER RESULT TO COMBAT/ AS LONG AS THAT STRAP IS LOADED HOMIE YOU GOT A CHANCE/ NEVER GIVE UP, THROW YOUR SHIT UP LET 'EM KNOW YOU READY FOR THE LAST DANCE/ ONE-EIGHT-SEVEN WE HIT THEM, SEVEN-EIGHT-ONE THEY HIT US/ BACK AND FORTH WE ALL DIE, FUCK IT! IN MY NORTHERNERS I TRUST/ TO RIDE'S A MUST, WHENEVER I BUST CAN'T LET 'EM MATCH BALLISTICS/ WEAPON GONE, NEW STRAP ON MY PERSON "THEY GOT ME TWISTED"
got me twisted is such a sick song. it starts out kinda wierd and i don't think people listen to it past the beginning. it took me a few months before i listened to the whole thing and found out how hard that song is. there is alot going on at the same time on the beat so that verse is hella hard to hear. great shit.
WANNABE KILLAZ JAWJACKIN', BUT NEVER SEEN KNOW ACTION/ NEVER EARNED A STRIPE IN THEIR LIFE BUT THEY KILLAZ WHEN THEY RAPPIN'/ TALKIN' ABOUT THEY PACKIN' THIS AND THAT, THATS THE SHIT THAT MAKES ME LAUGH/ WHO YA'LL KILL? WHO'S BLOOD YOU SPILL? NOT A SOUL, YA'LL FAKE LIKE THAT/ IMPOSTERS TALKIN' OUT YOUR ASS, A GANGSTA YOU NEVER BEEN/ ALBUM COVERS IN DIAMONDS HOLDIN' GOLD PLATED MAC ELEVENS/ WHO YA'LL THINK YA'LL FOOLIN'? HONESTLY THAT SHIT IS COMEDY/ BIG BALLIN' ON THE BEATS BUT BARELY CRAWLIN' ON THE STREETS