life in the hood

[MC Fussy]

shout out to all the rich folks who joined the team just because it made 'em feel all dreamy and shit

i aint talking about Uh-Oh leaning more T-Rich

i love you dog but like that platoon quote
you on some strange shit



King: You's a crazy fucker, giving up college.
Chris Taylor: It didn't make much sense. I wasn't learning anything. I figured why should just the poor kids go off to war and the rich kids always get away with it?
...
King: Shit. You gotta be rich in the first place to think like that. Everybody know the poor are always being fucked over by the rich. Always have, always will.

so, ill return to this cypher

later


right now this is just a drunk poem

about

[MC Fussy]

i keep a AR 15 like i'm from Arkansas, Teen.
i got nigga, 5th generation royalty like he related to the king
got more land than Zimbabwe to New Orleans
but he steady try to tell me we on the same team
he steady got more guns than me
but need 'em less than me
he steady never stressing me
about them extras, G
nigga keep 100 G's he spoiled rotten
they let this fuccboy sit too long now he soggy


DOG
I HATE IT WHEN A NIGGA TELL ME
& he's all on
crying wolf

swear he keep a shooter, but nigga, aww...shoot

you can't be bothered with ball park figures, awww you

at wit's end you bridge the gap and make a mark

awww cute


but the only time this white nigga firing in the streets is on some AWW YOUGIT
https://i.ytimg.com/vi/AoAHNF2aRR0/hqdefault.jpg
shout out to uh oh and all my broke folk who really do shit
i just fucked a 50 year old cracked out trailer trash bitch in Houston
ewwwww


WE REALLY DO THISSSSS



this rap is about any nigga who volunteered to join the hood/thug life.


i think uh oh was chosen by the hood
i think trev chose the hood


i think something phoney about the latter. i love u tho trev but like. yeah.

in texas man

these white guys will bump black music and say 'nigga' unless you eye them (anyone watch Atlanta?)
im on some fetty wap take ya eye man :D
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on that chi town wind blowing like the highlands

[MC Fussy]

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i aint talking bout my niggas

but

but

y'all trippin too!

is it u!?

damn my nigga
what the hell got IN TO U?


project baby!

yall was skippin in hallways
...
.
.
.
.
.
....
i was skpping school!
...

ON MY P'S & Q'S
all them Jiggas call me JIGGA BOO!

[MC Fussy]

told this nigga from texas he shouldn't bump the shit i play
then he got wreckless started pointing guns all kinds of ways
ar faytehns
i was just like
'damn i got this nigga feeling a ways'
then he started playing games
making up lame stories @ me

say he was doing this or that
in 2008
bunch of cash bunch of this & that
starry eyed storry
sorry bout your story sorry nigga but that shit is helllllllaaaaaa boring

o you was really fucking with real niggas?
for like, what, a year nigga???

[MC Fussy]

story starry starry eyed sorry soaring icarus i'm sorry about your storry but i'm sick of this
i been dropping 3 stories like i was DOW JONES and we was down to dwindling resources
nigga
kernel i'm here to save you
faggot lieutenant nigga. plus our moms miss u too
hows your life been?

mines been pretty COO

got me feeling like an owl
everybody spinning they heads saying im pretty COOOOOOOO

i been sipping codeine hope they don't take my life like that dude Ju




hit her with the cadence
my tone say i aint fucking with u

these niggas on some lame shit
they whole song is something i'd spit @ you
for fun
they whole song is just fucking idioms
"talk to me", im on some habla con ella shit
you on some "you putting words in my mouth"
while you got my D I C K on your AIM & shit
bitch!
https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/708570687317921793/euQowPlG.jpg



just writing on these "hip hop forums" on some target practice shit
see the competition is lagging, shit
like we 24 FPS glitching & hacker shit

say yes

[Cred]

This that shit

[Ghost1]

This guy's a real person tho...like in life

[Mr. J]

Modern day Mad Max, you couldnt walk around with a backpack
you want to play King, this will be where you get jacked at..
get your hat snatched, step up & show suckers where them jabs at.
look at the time when the bus come, now you just gotta backtrack.
where your hash at? did someone snatch that..?
it was in your jacket pocket...the irony..

[Mr. J]

aint been home for two days.
surviving of pb & j & kool aid.
fuck what you say
what do your shoes say?
mine are rough & rugged
too tough to fuck with.
kicking real shit at the corner store
my cash is more than yours.
high off that laffy taffy.
my main bitch acting sassy
same porch, same backward alley
got fiends that rap better prose.
catch feelings than get ya act together ho.
palm another gram for tree fiddy
rap so ill yall cant fuck with me...silly

[Exis]

My position's the principle
The doctrine of rap via municipal hits
Life's too short for that,
But if your aspirin' to be great & can't take criticism for shit
Life's too short for that
My music is revelation,
There's hope if you look past all of the devastation
& that's how the story ends,
Or either you want revenge
All the premeditation & hate do you in
& that's how the story ends...

Ayo you gotta watch your back,
Everybody knows traitors can walk the walk
If a snitch gets caught around me his shadow will be fought with chalk
That's the product of poverty,
Guns don't care they'll put a hole in you poet
But when it comes to death,
Most of us are already dead & we don't even know it
You see what gun power breeds?
You ain't a King just a gun coward fiend
Only time I take hits from the shells is when I spit sunflower seeds.

[Mr. J]

Put ya hope behind ya molar.
think about life when its over.
think ya ride without its motor
all I see are bodies, life of a soldier.
aint too many years left to get older.
fuck life, give her what I owe her.
Billie Jean claims that I know her.
I stay higher than a motherfucker
but I know you a liar like a motherfucker
peep ya circle everyones undercover.
pour out some liquor, blow smoke to the sky
my dick like my lyrics, another quote on her mind
ride

[Immolate]

damn i read this first post and was like

'woah who is this nigga wrecking fools with oliver stone quotes' lmao

then i read the AR 15 line and thought it was kinda messy but a good idea and then i realized THIS IS MY POST.

IM THAT NIGGA. FUCK YALL
sniffing dope like a drug dog
life in the hood is so hard
that's why i dipped, nigga fuck yall
"`M' u coming back?"
"na fuck that"
"you can love the hood but it wont love you back"
He ain't got your 6 but he watch your back
with that big 9, better watch the cat

sorry for calling out t-rich know u my dog. im always get drunk and just start saying shit with no filter tho


all I see are bodies, life of a soldier.

fuck life, give her what I owe her.
Billie Jean claims that I know her.
I stay higher than a motherfucker
but I know you a liar like a motherfucker
peep ya circle everyones undercover.

oof

[Exis]

I'll drink you under the table then fuck you up on it
I've probably said this before,
Way back when sniffin' glue was a thing
& Dre fell off of his pedestal after releasin' the chronic
Bitches try to act all hardcore these days,
Kid your from the burbs yet wanna speak like your ONYX...
Fuck outta here son,
The only gat you've done fired
Is water pistols & you fuckin' think your imagination is wild
You was probably raped as a child,
Liked it then grew up thinkin' gettin' nailed is aight
From grown ass men that treat you anally right?
I'll treat your frame like a dyke,
A butch ass bitch tryna be masculine is just straight up hatred on sight.

[Immolate]

damn i read this first post and was like

'woah who is this nigga wrecking fools with oliver stone quotes' lmao

then i read the AR 15 line and thought it was kinda messy but a good idea and then i realized THIS IS MY POST.

IM THAT NIGGA. FUCK YALL
sniffing dope like a drug dog
life in the hood is so hard
that's why i dipped, nigga fuck yall
"`M' u coming back?"
"na fuck that"
"you can love the hood but it wont love you back"
He ain't got your 6 but he watch your back
with that big 9, better watch the cat

sorry for calling out t-rich know u my dog. im always get drunk and just start saying shit with no filter tho



oof

wow

fuck life on god. i wrote this shit about never going to the hood again after you came up. and legit a nigga i loved got smoked 5 hours after i wrote this fucking shit. who cares about me its the subject. nEVER GO BACK TO THE HOOD

know who was born on slauson & crenshaw? this nigga. i woke up and read that schlmoie got his brain blown back for going back to my same fucking hood.

RIP nip. no comment no more fuck this shit. fuck rap. fuck 12. imma disappear. fuck this shit man. wtf.

bro they killed an OPP that my team loved. u get that? imagine ur enemey become cool with u. then his OWN team fucking smoke him. the fuck? THE FUCK?

i aint got rhymes fuck this shit. the fuck imma rhyme for when nipsey did it as a fucking KING, with mad love, and niggas still smoked him

fuck it. burn it all

[Immolate]

burn it all like the LA riots.

close this thread shit over

[Exis]

Why not just rhyme bro, 'stead of postin' up diary entries...Your better than that.

[Immolate]

shut up ho this my thread i do what i want

&......
if they ever smoke a Immo pack
all i ask is that you gimme that.
'cuz it won't be no mids
Immo won't see no kids
& pass the pack.
Opps gonna dab
Cops gonna laugh
be glad for that.
pops gonna say "it was all adding up to this...... but my boy was always bad at math. less he was countin' cash"
//////

I be riding 'round crying with guns
hide from the sun like a vampire
if they catch me dead it's Cuz i was w/o my bloods
..vampires.....
tell my mama i aint no damn liar. i'mma vampire.
ride through the slums
took his lunch, circle up with heat
like a campfire
i'm a damn rider
when they find me in the streets tell my sis i aint no damn liar
cuz i can't write her. he smoked me while I was smoking trees
hmm, jeez.... murder for higher?
my girl say she married to a God like a nun
I believe her. guess she lying to dumbs

[Immolate]

obligatory:


Yeah nigga, I got the word is hell
Ya blew trial and the judge gave you 25 with an L
Time to prepare to do fed time, won't see parole
Imagine life as a convict that's getting old
Plus with the drama we're looking out for your baby's mama
Taken risks, while keeping cheap tricks from getting on her
Life in the hood is all good for nobody
Remember gaming on dumb hotties at yo' parties
Me and you, no truer two
While scheming on hits
And getting tricks that maybe we can slide into
But now you buried. Rest, nigga, cause I ain't worried
Eyes blurry saying goodbye at the cemetery
Though memories fade
I got your name tatted on my arm
So we both ball till my dying days
Before I say goodbye
Kato and Mental rest in peace. Thug till I die!

[Exis]

Must of caught you on your cycle, my bad niggarette...

[Immolate]

boys runnin' round grinding 4 racks
riding with gats, sliding with straps
hiding from rats with knives at they back
is it time to attack?
or time to give back?
the community slacks
opportunity lacks cuz blacks been on crack
wake up in the morning:
"where is my strap!?"
ok thats PTSD but...ayo
......ya hood look like a whole bunch of packs

nightmares only...
hood niggas don't know what a dream is
and I keep 3 6's on me cuz I know i'm a demon


Exis shut up dummy boy, ya dont know the pain of da ghettoooooo

[Immolate]

Exis

and I keep 3 6's on me cuz I know i'm a demon


put a zero in the middle stupid. that's a 30 aught six.
that's like... ya birdy naught kids.
that's like, we shoot him dirty, awwwwwwwwwww kids
that's like
we had a rule book, mentions school bus
it said green light for a tour bus. that we only hit it a school bus if the ghouls must. if we cant get it no other way then fuck it, disppear em like magic the schoolbus. lets get it fuck this nigga, shoot up the funeral, fuck his kid's needs fuck his wife fuck bitch nigga let's kill em.

Frank Booth : Don't be a good neighbor to her. I'll send you a love letter,

Frank Booth : [shouting] straight from my heart, fucker! You know what a love letter is? It's a bullet from a fucking gun, fucker! You receive a love letter from me, you're fucked forever! You understand, fuck? I'll send you straight to hell, fucker!

[Exis]

I want the drugs you on srs...

[Mr. J]

put a dollar on the road whoa.
watch me pull the string like yo yo
how you laughing with no dough?
couldnt afford the bill, bored, so so...
Im approved to be so beyond yo flow.
that your limits couldnt bottle me in.
aint nothing say that I gotta be them.
no strength here, they honestly wimps.
I spit broccoli & phlegm at these mockeries...
Whip it like Devo, Rick Ross, Cat Lady.
the saga continues track 4...thats crazy

[Immolate]

I want the drugs you on srs...

yea you'd have a blast like my 9.

[Immolate]

put a dollar on the road whoa.
watch me pull the string like yo yo
how you laughing with no dough?
couldnt afford the bill, bored, so so..


dollar on his head, you heard what i said
leave his mama wet, tear drops plus the bloody bed.
leave his gramma dead, ya heard what i said
shooting OGs & YGs. no joke, that's my steez.

dollar on his head and no cap
kids with cap guns been waiting to brap
he 15 and he waitin to snap.
lil steve was 14 and you know that he bapped
we had to talk about that
"whats the rules? we really shooting kids, no cap?"
Bleezy said, "you heard what i said. if you with the shits you can get the shits
i dont care if he 12. if he opp he dead"

woops

[Immolate]

hmmmmm

[Immolate]

cold ass niggas on the block...
if it's chill imma serve em
grown ass nigga with a glock...
you can still get murdered
yea i got a whole lotta guap
but i could still get murdered
fuck around, set up by a thot
Rip to my real big homie
yea man that shit hurt a lot
driving round & bitch gimme top


...& i'm still finna hurt her

[Immolate]

K-Dog said,
"If he with the shits he can get the shits
I don't care if this nigga 6
we gon' double up & 12 gone find em
no homo but like doggystyle we gone hit bro from behind man"

you see me i'm crying
naw not lyin' i am a lion
but even simba have trying times man

on a private jet but still don't feel good if this really how we riding...

[Mr. J]

i need to talk to the manager
not another in this calibur
bad bitch with a manicure.
you dressed like that in here?
check her swag and then her hair
motherfucker I gots hits right in here
but Im not gon take it that far yet...
man thats farfetched
look at how these bars wreck
try to hopscotch where my thoughts rest
Sasquatch in a hawks nest
swoop down & swipe off noggins
smashing you measely hobbitses
enough of the obnoxiousness

[Immolate]

on the block the girls call me god, cuz i can change their lives.
enemies call me the grim reaper.
the kids call me "my mothers keeper"
"my sisters keeper"
"my brothers keeper"
the kids see me and it's all love & candy.
that aint a flower on Charry but we feelin dandy

On the block, they call me "reese" after the chi-town grim reaper
i still talk to reese but don't repeat that, he won't either
feds on the line, i'm just fishing with my sister
then i saw your face, but no one else saw it neither
it's a good thing we know computers
saw the camera & the ether
cut the cord, report back in 10, that's 10 downtime
that's 10 minutes to disappear you into the weeds...er....
are we falling in love? cuz i just sent a love letter to your people.
ya know what a love letter is from me jack?
that's a fucking regal.
he was sleeping so we left his ass sleepless
in seattle. im not a creeper but yall always find me creeping
he kinda daftNY, last thing he said was "jeepers"

he was in the car with the heat on but we brought the heaters
sleep tight in the back of the jeep, sir
lot of farm round here, call my pigs the cops & also the secret keepers
niggas say they bloods but they not really......me, sir?

you not gang gang
you just a lil weiner

imagine me pulling up on a nigga who still wears pull ups?
what that look like? we don't shoot kids out here ya lil freak loser faggot jerk

[Mr. J]

look how the lines got em buggin
word to Donald, we saw em duckin
Gomorrah & Sodom crumblin
Hoes get hype seeing the soda bubblin
me on backstock out of Dublin
half step & fadeaway Tim Duncan
who say they great? ketchup with the mustard
pour it & relish on whats wurst
suckers log in mad til their thumbs hurt
in my mind I find it absurd.
but you gotta roll with what works
trap house across the tracks
camped in the suburbs washing cash
walking dead in a stocking cap
roll up with my gat & ostrich bag
one fly motherfucker droppin frags
headshot flow got heads boppin faaaast
incendiary in the whip for the frail hatin
turn ya to charred ribs & start tailgatin