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TDF · 08-22-2003, 01:00 AM

heres to all my fallen comrades

hustlin on the street to make ends meet

pour out a lil liquor to all my niggas who died for the struggle

belizean rum for us all..cheers

hybrid · 08-22-2003, 01:02 AM

If only bullets were 5k a piece.

Then you'd know that motherfucker deserved it.

"5,000 dollars worth of bullets in his chest, he had it comin"

Chris Rock is funny when he ain't bein racist

Theo · 08-22-2003, 01:06 AM

two shots in the dark now Huey's dead

TDF · 08-22-2003, 01:07 AM

First things first, watch what you say out your mouth
when you talkin on the phone to hus-tlers
Never play the house, think drought, keep heat in the couch
when you sittin in the presence of cus-tomers
Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out
if a nigga ever think that he touchin-ya
Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state
Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake (hoe!)
Nigga too close went right around his place (yo!)
You stoppin dough when we clutchin the gats?
I know you heard "Friend or Foe," this ain't different from that
Make sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he like
Young, Jon Benet doin a mission tonight and yo
until you up stay away from them dice and whores
Three smuts, two streaks and a dyke
can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure
And if it's tight, then he might come back for more
Nine and four, everyday back and forth
Winter to summer, 1-900-Hustler
Pass the number til you're stackin balls
Tell you how to weigh shit wet and package more
I take cash or write the check out to F-R
two E's, that'll be two G's
And forget my money I'm comin for all your ki's, nigga
[*click*, *dial tone*]

TDF · 08-22-2003, 01:10 AM

im uppin some real shit...blacker than church choes

KRL · 08-22-2003, 01:12 AM

If you see me walkin? down the street
And I start to cry each time we meet
Walk on by
Walk on by

Make believe
That you don?t see the tears, just let me grieve
In private ?cause each time I see you
I break down and cry

Walk on by (Don?t stop)
Walk on by (Don?t stop)
Walk on by

I just can?t get over losin? you
And so if I seem broken and blue
Walk on by
Walk on by

Foolish pride
Is all that I have left, so let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye

Walk on by (Don?t stop)
Walk on by (Don?t stop)
Walk on by (Don?t stop)
Walk on

Walk on by
Walk on by

Foolish pride
That?s all that I have left, so let me hide
The tears and the sadness you gave me
When you said goodbye

Walk on by (Don?t stop)
Walk on by (Don?t stop)
Now you really gotta go , so walk on by (Don?t, don?t stop)
Baby, leave, you?ll never see the tears I cry (Don?t, don?t stop)
Now you really gotta go , so walk on by (Don?t, don?t stop), mmm...mmm...hmm...
Baby, leave, you?ll never see the tears I cry (Don?t, don?t stop)
Now you really gotta go , so walk on by (Don?t, don?t stop)

Doctor Dre · 08-22-2003, 01:14 AM

I'm down with you die die

TDF · 08-22-2003, 01:16 AM

Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetary
Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every
young black life is this line, "Damn - him already?
Such a good kid," got us pourin Henn' already
Liquor to the curb for my, niggaz up above
When it, cracks through the pavement that's my way of sendin love
So, give Big a hug, tell Aa-liyah I said hi
'Til the next time I see her, on the other side
He was just some thug that, caught some slugs
And we loved him cause, in him we, saw some of us
He walked like ussss, talked like ussss
His back against the wall, nigga fought like us - damn
Poor Isis, that's his momma name
Momma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?
Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him
Hot temper, momma said he act just like her husband
Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him
Isis blamin herself, she wish she coulda saved him
Damn near impossible, only men can raise men
He was his own man, not even him can save him
He put his faith in her, thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate
End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm
That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world
Old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away
Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day
When she got the news her boy body could be viewed
down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude
Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew
Angel dust, dipped in WOO!
She slipped into, her own fantasy world
Had herself pregnant by a different dude
But reality bites and, this is her life
He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife
It was just this night when, moon was full
And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight
Had her soundin like Lisa Lisa - I wonder if I take you home
will you still love me after this night?
Mike was the hardhead from the around the way
that she wanted all her life, shit she wanted all the hype
Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike
He was a Willie all her life he wasn't really the one to like
It was a, dude named Shy who would really treat her right
He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life
But I-sis, like this, Broadway life
She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites
Hangin out the window when she first seen him fight
She was so turned on that she had to shower twice
How ironic it would, be some fight that
turned into a homicide that'll alter their life
See Mike at thirty-two was still on the scene
Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice
Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him like
"If that was my son, he would look much different.
See I'm light-skinnded and that baby there's dark
so it's, momma's baby; poppa's maybe."
Mike was still crazy out there runnin the streets (fuck niggaz want?)
Had an older but light with thirty-eight gun in his reach
It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak
He runnin around like life's a peach, 'til one day
he approached this thug that, had a mean mug
And it looked so familiar that he called him "Young Cuz"
Told him, get off the strip but the boy ain't budge (fuck you)
Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub
He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused (hold up)
There was somethin in this man's face he knew he seen before
It's like, lookin in the mirror seein hisself more mature
And he took it as a sign from the almighty Lord
You know what they say about he who hesitates in war
(What's that?) He who hesitates is lost
He can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank
The old man didn't think he just followed his instinct
Six shots into his kid, out of the gun
Niggaz be a father, you're killin your son
Six shots into his kid, out of the gun
Niggaz be a father, you killin your sons

fatal attraction · 08-22-2003, 01:19 AM

KRL...that sums up how I'm feeling tonight! Perfect

IMP^or^SNiTL.e · 08-22-2003, 01:47 AM

stoners

KC · 08-22-2003, 01:49 AM

Freeze! Put your hands up and step away from the SWOIT

Deepsy1 · 08-22-2003, 04:45 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Soul_Rebel
two shots in the dark now Huey's dead

I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
unless we share with each other

08-22-2003, 01:00 AM	#1
TDF Triple OG nigga on GFY Industry Role: Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: in the BP4L family compound Posts: 27,296	todays a good day to die heres to all my fallen comrades hustlin on the street to make ends meet pour out a lil liquor to all my niggas who died for the struggle belizean rum for us all..cheers __________________ Sig heil

08-22-2003, 01:07 AM	#4
TDF Triple OG nigga on GFY Industry Role: Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: in the BP4L family compound Posts: 27,296	First things first, watch what you say out your mouth when you talkin on the phone to hus-tlers Never play the house, think drought, keep heat in the couch when you sittin in the presence of cus-tomers Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out if a nigga ever think that he touchin-ya Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake (hoe!) Nigga too close went right around his place (yo!) You stoppin dough when we clutchin the gats? I know you heard "Friend or Foe," this ain't different from that Make sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he like Young, Jon Benet doin a mission tonight and yo until you up stay away from them dice and whores Three smuts, two streaks and a dyke can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure And if it's tight, then he might come back for more Nine and four, everyday back and forth Winter to summer, 1-900-Hustler Pass the number til you're stackin balls Tell you how to weigh shit wet and package more I take cash or write the check out to F-R two E's, that'll be two G's And forget my money I'm comin for all your ki's, nigga [click, dial tone] __________________ Sig heil

08-22-2003, 01:10 AM	#5
TDF Triple OG nigga on GFY Industry Role: Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: in the BP4L family compound Posts: 27,296	im uppin some real shit...blacker than church choes __________________ Sig heil

08-22-2003, 01:12 AM	#6
KRL Entrepreneur Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: USA Posts: 31,429	If you see me walkin? down the street And I start to cry each time we meet Walk on by Walk on by Make believe That you don?t see the tears, just let me grieve In private ?cause each time I see you I break down and cry Walk on by (Don?t stop) Walk on by (Don?t stop) Walk on by I just can?t get over losin? you And so if I seem broken and blue Walk on by Walk on by Foolish pride Is all that I have left, so let me hide The tears and the sadness you gave me When you said goodbye Walk on by (Don?t stop) Walk on by (Don?t stop) Walk on by (Don?t stop) Walk on Walk on by Walk on by Foolish pride That?s all that I have left, so let me hide The tears and the sadness you gave me When you said goodbye Walk on by (Don?t stop) Walk on by (Don?t stop) Now you really gotta go , so walk on by (Don?t, don?t stop) Baby, leave, you?ll never see the tears I cry (Don?t, don?t stop) Now you really gotta go , so walk on by (Don?t, don?t stop), mmm...mmm...hmm... Baby, leave, you?ll never see the tears I cry (Don?t, don?t stop) Now you really gotta go , so walk on by (Don?t, don?t stop) __________________ If you would like to develop your domains, you can lease inexpensive foreign labor from the leaders in the field at iWebmasters.com TO LOWER YOUR COSTS AND INCREASE YOUR PRODUCTION! * * * * * * * * * * * * Domains Adult News KRL's Newsletter Biz Tips Just Listed Domains

08-22-2003, 01:16 AM	#8
TDF Triple OG nigga on GFY Industry Role: Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: in the BP4L family compound Posts: 27,296	Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetary Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every young black life is this line, "Damn - him already? Such a good kid," got us pourin Henn' already Liquor to the curb for my, niggaz up above When it, cracks through the pavement that's my way of sendin love So, give Big a hug, tell Aa-liyah I said hi 'Til the next time I see her, on the other side He was just some thug that, caught some slugs And we loved him cause, in him we, saw some of us He walked like ussss, talked like ussss His back against the wall, nigga fought like us - damn Poor Isis, that's his momma name Momma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name? Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him Hot temper, momma said he act just like her husband Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him Isis blamin herself, she wish she coulda saved him Damn near impossible, only men can raise men He was his own man, not even him can save him He put his faith in her, thirty-eight in his waist But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world Old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day When she got the news her boy body could be viewed down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew Angel dust, dipped in WOO! She slipped into, her own fantasy world Had herself pregnant by a different dude But reality bites and, this is her life He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife It was just this night when, moon was full And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight Had her soundin like Lisa Lisa - I wonder if I take you home will you still love me after this night? Mike was the hardhead from the around the way that she wanted all her life, shit she wanted all the hype Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike He was a Willie all her life he wasn't really the one to like It was a, dude named Shy who would really treat her right He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life But I-sis, like this, Broadway life She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites Hangin out the window when she first seen him fight She was so turned on that she had to shower twice How ironic it would, be some fight that turned into a homicide that'll alter their life See Mike at thirty-two was still on the scene Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him like "If that was my son, he would look much different. See I'm light-skinnded and that baby there's dark so it's, momma's baby; poppa's maybe." Mike was still crazy out there runnin the streets (fuck niggaz want?) Had an older but light with thirty-eight gun in his reach It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak He runnin around like life's a peach, 'til one day he approached this thug that, had a mean mug And it looked so familiar that he called him "Young Cuz" Told him, get off the strip but the boy ain't budge (fuck you) Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused (hold up) There was somethin in this man's face he knew he seen before It's like, lookin in the mirror seein hisself more mature And he took it as a sign from the almighty Lord You know what they say about he who hesitates in war (What's that?) He who hesitates is lost He can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank The old man didn't think he just followed his instinct Six shots into his kid, out of the gun Niggaz be a father, you're killin your son Six shots into his kid, out of the gun Niggaz be a father, you killin your sons __________________ Sig heil

08-22-2003, 01:02 AM	#2
hybrid So Fucking Banned Join Date: Jul 2002 Location: Backseat of a Ford Escort Hatchback Posts: 3,253	If only bullets were 5k a piece. Then you'd know that motherfucker deserved it. "5,000 dollars worth of bullets in his chest, he had it comin" Chris Rock is funny when he ain't bein racist

08-22-2003, 01:06 AM	#3
Theo HAL 9000 Industry Role: Join Date: May 2001 Posts: 34,515	two shots in the dark now Huey's dead

08-22-2003, 01:19 AM	#9
fatal attraction Confirmed User Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: where ever he is! Posts: 6,522	KRL...that sums up how I'm feeling tonight! Perfect

08-22-2003, 01:47 AM	#10
IMP^or^SNiTL.e A/S/L .. I don't names. Industry Role: Join Date: Aug 2003 Posts: 1,177	stoners

08-22-2003, 01:49 AM	#11
KC Confirmed User Industry Role: Join Date: Jan 1995 Posts: 2,417	Freeze! Put your hands up and step away from the SWOIT __________________ Jupiter Hosting, Inc. Vice President, Business Development kc (AT) jupiterhosting.com