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Borderline Revolution Of The Open Mind	Gepost door Borderline op dinsdag 20-02-2007 om 16:15:17
	Ik wil graag de Lyrics hebben van het volgende nummer... Trouble ft. Vex, Deep Shit, Castro Fidel & OD - Boys In The Hood De eerste drie verses staan grotendeels op papier, op een paar kleine foutjes na. Castro moet nog en dat is helemaal een uitdaging. Straks meer dus. Voor nu... Zou iemand de moeite willen nemen om het nummer te luisteren en mee te lezen, om eventuele foutjes te verbeteren? Ook kon ik niet alles verstaan, iemand hier hopelijk wel. Alvast bedankt! Trouble Yo Brooklyn Academy man Icon man Castro man Trouble man The troubled one man Vex Deep Shit You're all in some Deep Shit holla man yo I'll be the best in effort to do this You want beef then f'n let's do this Try to last in the game you gotta put your effort into it You can't be like f'n and screw it Saviour what you've got if it's good don't ever pollute (?) it I know this feel like real life but it's the effort to lose it You rappin your unit keep steppin and movin You probably hate everything in the world except for the music I'm mean wild meanwhile you know this violence in the streets Gotta black on black I chop rocks in my rhymebook Cut 'em crack on crack man you say I ain't gonna eat 'em and eat Draw (?) a haze I flow for days throw the beat on repeat And my freedom of speech I'm a rider trying to hide But I see 'em from deep with this scope in the Beem (?) Man I'm smoking the green no joke what I mean Throw dope in the fiends you're hearing me spit You know the flow dope in ya lean (?) No probation or parole so open the sceam Your dope roping (?) your team there's no hope for your dreams And I peep this two freak chicks They both smoke so you know both of 'em seen Vex Yeah oke these Niggers think it can't happen Till I show them how I fell in the Tech (?) But they fucking like the Jeopardy like Alice your back I tell a Nigger yo par I really want his respect You cross that you better G up with guns or select Even the sawed-off shottie that will rip off your limbs Or the dedda-dedda-dedda (?) I'll be walking and I'm stomping with a Tech nine sparking How you running till you tear branches off of your Tim's Well I try to teach boys how bullets will reach boys Slugs get around more then 2Pac and a Beach Boys But with a gun up in my hand again you all better start panicking Cause a couple of shots will turn your man into a manaquen Always took draws out of spots that I ran up in Gotta to known to be picky like damn he copped ten again Plus I know some Hispanic men that know Satanic men And I put your body parts (?) I'm disgusted with (?) no discussion I know crumbs And I will leave you with a concussion with no arms So get scared when I step on the scene Beating me you got a better chance of being Blood reppin' in green I'm this beef (?) I ain't gonna come in your face My gun like my dick my bullets my nut I come in your face Deep Shit Yeah how you step paps (?) Caravan Got guns like I'm running with the Taliban I ain't had it man I'm the baddest fam True hustler show you how to bag a gram Gangster I ain't rolling phoney My son Vex will run with your homeys (?) Nigger Up North for the homeys know me Bullets spit fast I doe them slowly I'm in the Ucan (?) getting blowed by Mony (?) Nigger you a jerk you is owned by Sony Genuine Nigger probably rode the pony Yeah I got more yeyo then Tony Chicks love how the canco (?) hang low I keep the things so if you try to bang a ho I like to think gold Bullets so big they will rip the roof right of (?) I got a mean still A.R. 15 with the telescope that's how my scene peal (?) Dirty Niggers get shot for a clean bill Deep Shit New York Nigger we real It's how we feel give me three mill I fuck your bitch all night of a E pill Crackers will serve you scat to the turnal (?) My grandma got the Mac and the gurtil Rap cause it heard you that's what the birds do I'm on the block with the crack in my thermal Yeah Nigger no way now the gun is in your hands and you won't spray Your records ain't gonna spin if you don't pay It ain't oke I'm in a Bronco riding like O.J. So please go way it's a cold day You a jerk you is doing what your ho say I like to talk spray Cause I still got the brand new four pound (?) [ Dit bericht is gewijzigd door op 20-02-2007 @ 16:23:44 ]
BvdH Hoi luister gwn	Gepost door BvdH op vrijdag 23-02-2007 om 15:31:20
	Wel dope track man
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