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 Gepost door strijker op vrijdag 04-08-2006 om 15:08:04 |  |
kenkerharde straatshit van die loser achter zn PC 
What you gonna do when ya homeys ain’t there for ya,
And someone come to put guerrilla warfare on ya?
You act the fool when all your crew is on deck,
Then you’re attacked when no one’s watching your back, reality check,
Your ass’ll get wrecked, so don’t step without caution,
Abort son, or you might end up another lost one,
Like so many before done when they lost their protection,
No one else to blame for it, victims of their own aggression,
Eyo,
I carry grudges for a long time, fuck with me or mine
and you be fucking with the wrong kind, sneak up on ya,
show you how it’s done right, by people who have dóne crimes,
and done time, who give a flying fuck about the wontime,
Nevertheless I don’t go seeking trouble for kicks,
I don’t enjoy inflicting pain ‘n that goes double for chicks,
You’re acting tough with your clik ‘n think you’re so fucking big,
But when I catch you all alone, you’re like a stuttering bitch,
Where has that attitude gone? The last time I saw your punk ass
you were jabbering on, shooting your mouth off, now you’re choking
and you’re ready to run, that’s not done, take out the handgun and
have me some fun, get on your knees and kiss my feet before my
hand on the pump sends bullets flying through the sky to
hit your head, hart ‘n lungs, one last cry before you die and
end up in the trunk, another punk who just didn’t
understand how it’s done, on the set where I’m from,
So now,
I gotta settle some beef, you see that fat boy across the street?
He caused me grief, now he’s gotta pay, that’s my philosophy,
Been trying to hit his bitch ass for weeks but didn’t know how,
A change of luck, he’s walking on his own and in my zone now,
That punk kept fronting on me and my brothers, so
I must smother the motherfucker, cut his body up and dump him
in the water at the docks, but it’s not enough, fat ass floating back to the top,
I gotta weigh the body down with rocks,
Somebody chuckles, I turn around puzzled, flexing my muscles,
All of a sudden, I’m looking straight into the muzzle
of his cousin’s 12 gage, his eyes filled with rage,
About to bust a couple’ slugs in my face, no time to say grace,
Turn around, Blam! He hits me in the back, my spine breaks,
Dead below the waist, blood all over the place, I fall on my face,
He holds the gun against my neck and says this is my last day,
And sends me to that dark place the fast way.
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livio
Oldschool |
Gepost door livio op vrijdag 04-08-2006 om 22:24:16 | |
Ik wil jou een keer op wat trommels en bekkens horen.
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Gepost door strijker op zondag 06-08-2006 om 17:36:02 | |
Nee man, mij wil je niet horen maar thanx anyway.
Lijkt me wel dope als iemand anders een keer een track maakt met een tekst van mij.
Als iemand dat wat lijkt hoor ik het graag 
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Gepost door strijker op zaterdag 11-11-2006 om 15:58:52 | |
Mn neef Striker, een echte gangsta uit de VS, dropt weer wat. Op deze beat geschreven:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=KEWXGSBJ
Now as a shadow passes over the sun, my hands shake as
I’m reloading my gun, I can’t believe that this is over son,
We used to hang out at the playground, I’ve known you since
I was a little kid, I can’t believe they blew your brains out,
How did it get to this? We used to be partners in crime,
‘n stuck together through the hardest of times,
You were a part of my mind and nobody could come between us,
Or that’s what I believed until you went and found Jezus,
Then all you talked about was sinners and heaven,
I couldn’t deal with that, my mind was still as twisted as ever,
But when you went and took a step back, I had to respect that,
You decided to repent by doing charity for crackheads,
I didn’t get that, I was all about the money and the power,
And slapping honey’s ass as I pound her,
The pressure started rising as my game went downhill,
Then one day, I fucked it up and got the wrong clown killed,
Retaliation, I knew what I was facing, I was waiting
for a drive by, my life was going bye bye,
In front of my mind’s eye I could see ‘em round the corner,
So I started making plans to take a trip across the border,
But I had to say goodbye before I left, a car with open windows
was rolling bye while I was at your doorstep,
And as you opened up the gates of hell swallowed you,
........ it won’t be long until I follow you.
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Halve_Zool
tot de schijt ons dood |
Gepost door Halve_Zool op zaterdag 11-11-2006 om 18:22:50 | |
ik vind 't moeilijk te beoordelen, aangezien het alleen tekst is.
maar dit stuk vond ik in ieder geval dope:
Where has that attitude gone? The last time I saw your punk ass
you were jabbering on, shooting your mouth off, now you’re choking
and you’re ready to run, that’s not done, take out the handgun and
have me some fun, get on your knees and kiss my feet before my
hand on the pump sends bullets flying through the sky to
hit your head, hart ‘n lungs, one last cry before you die and
end up in the trunk, another punk who just didn’t
understand how it’s done, on the set where I’m from,
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Uit verscheidene onderzoeken is gebleken dat ik hoogbevaagd ben. |
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Gepost door strijker op zondag 12-11-2006 om 00:02:38 | |
| Thanx. Maar das dus van die ouwe. |
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