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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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