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  • TheGoldenChild
    Confirmed User
    • May 2002
    • 6940

    #1

    This Is Strictly 4 My Niggaz

    Strictly 4 My Niggaz


    I was framed
    so don't make the same mistake, nigga
    You gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigga
    cause the police love to break a nigga
    send em upstate cause they straight-up hate the niggas
    So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggas
    Straight fools into rules and do niggas
    and one time had enough of me
    I'm still raw so the law can't fuck with me
    They wanna send me to the pen, punk picture that
    I stay strapped muthafuckas better get your gat
    It ain't easy bein me I can't take it
    life as a celebrity ain't everything they make it
    and ever since the movies
    these ho's try to do me
    if they can't screw me
    they find a way to sue me
    Now can you picture me coolin at a night club
    nothhin but love, but muthafuckas wanna mug
    Since I wear a lot of gold
    they plot
    Don't know what I got if ya stop
    with the hot ones
    And all yeah, I wanna feel guilty
    but you punk muthafuckas tried to milk me
    You'll get stacked behind the hill
    with my phone or my pager
    Just beat me while I cut you with my razor
    I'm not violent, I'm petrified and nervous
    I got no mercy for these niggas try'n to serve us
    But if you catch me outta pocket, then I'm got
    You love to shoot a nigga but you scared to pop a cop
    Now drop


    Reflected and disrespected
    why so rejected ?
    you just another rapper
    who swears he's makin records
    That's what the'd said
    whenever I would walk by
    I never tripped, though
    always kept my head up high
    Eventually, I knew that I would find my way
    After the darkest night always comes a brighter day
    And some will say
    that turned away is all you'll get
    I just say "bet"
    and never let em see me sweat
    cause in the end
    I knew that I would have it all
    while non-believers were prayin for my downfall
    and some would call and tell me that they wish me well
    but in my heart, I'm knowin that they wish me hell
    Yo get a real job. Rappin doesn't pay the rent
    I hate the studio cause that's where all my money went
    Never surrender, it's all about the faith you got
    don't ever stop, just push it til you hit the top
    and if you drop, at least you know you gave your all
    be true to you, and that way you can never fall
    But beware, these backstabbers ain't no joke
    just like a rope, they hang on you until you're broke
    and when you're broke, they move onto the next dope
    and there you are, can't even pay your car, nope
    and when you reminisce thinkin how you got dissed
    remember how it fealt and do remember this
    Be true to you
    for me that there's no one bigger
    cause they can all suck dick
    Cause strictly 4 my niggaz


    This is for the critics if you live up
    pick up my shit or I'll be back doin stickups
    I better see five stars next to my picture
    If not, Tupac will cop the glock and come knockin and getcha
    I told you once muthafucka ima nut
    Play me like a butt and you'll be bleedin when you're fucked
    Niggas know what's up but they be try'n to hold me down
    I'm comin outta Oaktown, bitch fuck around
    And it ain't where you from that makes you hardcore
    nigga it's the way you throw them thangs in the war
    And to the marks that be talkin all that shit
    screamin out the next nigga's name like a bitch
    and the niggas that I ran into recently
    the muthafuckas at the club that pulled the piece on me
    You little bitches should've pulled the fuckin trigga
    Now you live in fear of a heartless ass nigga
    mr troublesome
    Niggas tried to play me with the gat
    but like Terminator, nigga, I'll be back
    and I'll be back with a fuckin army
    you tried to harm me [Bring me along G]
    Cause most muthafuckas try to act up without they're backup,
    when they get jacked up they crack up
    It's strictly 4 my niggaz at the show
    so they know not to play me like a ho
    Strictly 4 my...
  • MrIzzz
    If u touch it, I will cum
    • Sep 2003
    • 22923

    #2
    holla back jigga


    WHO WANTS TO PLAY GRAB-ASS?

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    • nojob
      The Original NoJob
      • Feb 2004
      • 3682

      #3
      gfy rapper and no its not cracker.

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      • MARAKAS
        Confirmed User
        • Dec 2004
        • 168

        #4
        Bush League!
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        • mistress69
          Confirmed User
          • Feb 2005
          • 2804

          #5
          u ain't black

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          • MARAKAS
            Confirmed User
            • Dec 2004
            • 168

            #6
            whigga whigga
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            • Spunky
              I need a beer
              • Jun 2002
              • 133978

              #7
              I never understood a word those darkies say

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              • swedguy
                Confirmed User
                • Jan 2002
                • 7981

                #8
                Will the there be a condensed version for us non-niggas?

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                • MARAKAS
                  Confirmed User
                  • Dec 2004
                  • 168

                  #9
                  This message is hidden because spunky is on your ignore list.

                  :D:D:D:D:D
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                  • TheGoldenChild
                    Confirmed User
                    • May 2002
                    • 6940

                    #10
                    I am just saying'
                    That was "Strictly For My Niggaz"

                    RIP Tupac

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                    • fl_prn_str
                      Confirmed User
                      • Aug 2004
                      • 5736

                      #11
                      "Ride or Die"

                      I'm rollin with Roc-a-Fella man
                      Cause they got money man, heh heh

                      [Jay-Z]
                      Uh-huh, uh-huh uh UH, uh-huh, 'Hovah
                      Yeah, Stevie J nigga
                      Y'all ready? Yo, yo

                      How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
                      How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
                      How many y'all wanna ride tonight
                      Nigga ride or die or ride or die
                      [repeat 3X]

                      [Verse One: Jay-Z]

                      Aiyyo fuck y'all, niggaz I crush y'all, rush y'all
                      with the four drawn and I touch y'all, plus y'all
                      little motherfuckers ain't ready for war
                      I seen your team in a Chrysler before, but I forgot?
                      The same rules apply, don't try to switch up your style
                      Y'all niggaz is pumpkin pie, and that's plain as I
                      much better than you cat, shocked when I got the news that
                      this nigga ready for war, well where that fool at?
                      I bruise wack rap niggaz severely punish them
                      Especially those that get fucked for they publishing, heh
                      Always gotta be the weakest nigga out the crew
                      I probably make more money off yo' album, than you
                      You see the respect I get everytime I come through
                      Check your own videos, you'll always be number two
                      Niggaz talkin real greasy on them R&B records
                      but I'm platinum a million times nigga, check the credits
                      S. Carter, ghost writer, and for the right price
                      I can even make YO' shit tighter
                      I roast niggaz like ya, smoke niggaz like ya
                      Take your little jewels and put the toast to niggaz like ya
                      You know what the fuck we do and why we done it
                      How I bring it to niggaz who, probably want it
                      Keep playin, you gon' find me in your lobby blunted
                      And I don't even smoke nigga, ain't no joke
                      Niggaz cat fightin with Jigga, kickin sneaky shit
                      Makin little tapes but keepin it secret
                      Cause I kick that deep shit that divide your peeps shit
                      Now I don't know if you fuckin with Jigga
                      spittin that weak shit y'all

                      How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
                      How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
                      How many y'all wanna ride tonight
                      Nigga ride or die or ride or die
                      [repeat 2X]

                      Yeah, yeah
                      Niggaz don't want it with Jig, cause somethin got to give
                      I got homes where you hide, I hustle where you live
                      Jigga's the Don, bitches scream "Jigga dandy,
                      dick is the bomb, about as thick as a arm"
                      Mr. Exxon, gas 'em with the wit and the charm
                      Bitch I'm tryin to tell you like Nichalous Bond
                      I'm a big cat, listen mami, can you dig that?
                      Cars, jewelry, homes, I did that
                      Oh's, shootouts, keys, I live that
                      Actresses, models, chickenheads, hit that
                      I get stacks and still I kick back
                      and run up on niggaz with the midac, where the shit at?

                      How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
                      How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
                      How many y'all wanna ride tonight
                      Nigga ride or die or ride or die
                      [repeat 2X]

                      Time to seperate
                      the platinum from the white gold, right from the door
                      The real from the fake, ready rock from the raw
                      The boss from the runners, cats who ride dick
                      from the cats with the numbers, the five from the six
                      I got cop n crash money, pop the dash money
                      Press the button, alluva sudden, glock in the stash money
                      Beef with Jigga, watch yo' ass Money
                      It's El Presidente, top brass money
                      Now I don't flash the steel, I blast for real
                      My motto: you only good as the last nigga you kill
                      I'm here to snatch this meal, nigga that's for real
                      If you rollin with me grab the wheel, let's ride huh?

                      How many y'all wanna ride tonight (ride tonight)
                      How many y'all down to die tonight (die tonight)
                      How many y'all wanna ride tonight
                      Nigga ride or die or ride or die
                      [repeat 4X]

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                      • fl_prn_str
                        Confirmed User
                        • Aug 2004
                        • 5736

                        #12
                        DMX
                        What's My Name

                        This is the fuckin shit I be talkin about
                        Half rappin' ass mothafuckers
                        You think it's a game? You think it's a fuckin GAME?
                        Come on, uh, uh, uh
                        Come on, uh, uh?
                        What'cha really want
                        What'cha really want, what
                        D-M-X, uh, uh?
                        Come on, Ryde or die

                        Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
                        What's my name? DMX and I be the best
                        You see the rest they lookin like they need a rest
                        One more time, I'mma spit at you some shit
                        That's gon get at you be fuckin with your mind, stop talkin shit
                        Cuz you out there runnin' your mouth
                        And really don't know who you fuckin with
                        Here we go again
                        How many times do I have to tell you rap niggas?
                        I have no friends you still actin up
                        Runnin around here like some brand new pussy that's about to get fucked
                        The game don't stop, I'm still gettin down for whatever
                        Whenever that's why my shit is hot, can't keep it real
                        Now, some of us do but most of us don't that's just how a nigga feel
                        I shed blood, for my people that'll keep you lookin see-through
                        Whenever you try to creep through

                        [CHORUS] x2
                        D-M-X
                        If you want it we got it
                        Come and get it nigga we wit it
                        All you gotta do is set it baby
                        Ryde or die
                        What'cha niggas want, uh, uh
                        What'cha niggas want

                        You still playin games
                        You gon think it's a joke until they no longer remember your name
                        That's how we do ?em
                        Make cowards disappear into thin air by puttin shit through em
                        Never comin' back
                        Last time you saw that nigga is the last time you'll see that nigga
                        (alright)
                        No more deaths
                        Cuz in a minute you gonna have grandma bein the only family member left
                        Bust my gun
                        If I gots to kill a nigga but I'm always down for the one on one
                        Dog for life
                        We gon get to the bottom of this shit if it takes all night
                        Stop drop
                        Open up shop (what?)
                        Fake up-north niggas screamin' for the cops
                        Ryde or die
                        What that mean is that a tell a nigga bye-bye and pop him in his right eye

                        [CHORUS] x2

                        Look at all these off brand niggas
                        Runnin' around yappin' about they be holdin figgas as big as Jigga's
                        That's that bullshit
                        Hope they know that around me talkin' about what you got will get you hit
                        I'm not a nice person
                        I mean I'd smack the shit out you twice dog and that's before I start
                        cursin'
                        I stay flippin'
                        One minute I'm cool, the next minute I'm up on a nigga, rippin'
                        That's my style
                        I'm a cruddy nigga leave you all bloody nigga service with a smile
                        Suck my dick
                        And while you niggas that's been to jail before know it's about to get thick
                        Let's get it on baby
                        I'm gonna be goin' against 4 niggas in one and you think you crazy?
                        I've lost my mind
                        And I'm about to make you lose yours too from far away one time

                        [CHORUS] x4

                        D-M-X!

                        [CHORUS]

                        D-M-X!

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