Cypha

[Cred]

i do numbers wit the toolie, black in the stash so im lettin the chrome spit
bitch i got 4 dif burners you'd a thought i was in ur kitchen wit the stove lit
Foe fifth leavin ya dome split, big barrel flare the room
nigga this heat'll be the reason ur in the sky.. no hot air balloon
fuck fame, im a trap for this cash so stay in ya bum lane
i supply gas.. bitch u askin if u cud pump sum for chump change
ran sack ya crib, b4 we hit upstairs we searchin all the rooms
mossberg pump clear the bottom like a retro 11 jordan shoe
yeah i pump nines, but my kids my world so i stay on a dumb grind
these r real life facts! i'm pushin tan jus to see my son shine
i got pies homie, u workin on half a slice
servin crack in rock revivals while fiends hittin the pipe comin bck to life
more whips then passion on the christ,


I'll b bck

[veritas]

Cred is an Internet gansta...tonio aka lil crip
Know I stay turned up.....zelph's lip
I gave ya girl crabs just cuz she allergic to shellfish
You knkw showed a vid battle that was selfish.

[Vulgar]

Aiyo my captain's elvish. He likes to rap with felons
Never penalizing a Gemini cause she's a brat yet selfless
She had a battered pelvis so I hit it up with magma pellets
Had her Stretch'd on the staircase like a Casper dwelling
Don't give a damn if they ask, I'm telling
Slash a melon, Ibeabuchi the whole scene with my word's worth
I'll take Tua ya mans out when I let the black hawk land like a Byrd's perch
Call it third world? More like a third Earth
The third time's the last time I purge you with my worst verse

[Hush]

Originally Posted by Cred

i do numbers wit the toolie, black in the stash so im lettin the chrome spit
bitch i got 4 dif burners you'd a thought i was in ur kitchen wit the stove lit
Foe fifth leavin ya dome split, big barrel flare the room
nigga this heat'll be the reason ur in the sky.. no hot air balloon
fuck fame, im a trap for this cash so stay in ya bum lane
i supply gas.. bitch u askin if u cud pump sum for chump change
ran sack ya crib, b4 we hit upstairs we searchin all the rooms
mossberg pump clear the bottom like a retro 11 jordan shoe
yeah i pump nines, but my kids my world so i stay on a dumb grind
these r real life facts! i'm pushin tan jus to see my son shine
i got pies homie, u workin on half a slice
servin crack in rock revivals while fiends hittin the pipe comin bck to life
more whips then passion on the christ,


I'll b bck

Shit like that , shit like that

[veritas]

Originally Posted by Hush

Shit like that , shit like that

shit like what?

Doing things to make you get locked in the bing
and justify it by letting your seed's name ring?
That's hustling backwards, thats a cardinal mistake
there aint nothing real in that, just a fraudulent fake
I can talk guns, cuz legit I have a safe full
and I use em to protect the things of which I am most grateful
and selling drugs is lame, that makes you trapped in the system
the chains around your mind while you chained in a prison
so you think that you a man, when you just a childish addict
only real recognize real, so you can't ride with us, faggit.

[Hush]

From the home of guns and bricks, all we know is funds and chips
Where everybody in jogging pants but don't nobody run from shit
land of amigos and esse's. Shit get evil for diesel the tech spray
From where u ride for ur pride u might die for it the next day
Where the dudes u look up to gotta look down at they headstones
RIP shirts hurt so we get stoned. Thot bitches we let dome..
cuz u ca walk down the block hear a shot and u get domed
@Cred

[veritas]

Irony, you looking for cred.....
Look dawg, ya FICO is in the red
You talking bout the streets but ya momz tucking you in sheets
That's after you get some snacky-cakes for finishing the beets
You a doper a smoker an addict a punk a liar a child a virgin
Plus when you talk it sounds like u french kissed a sea urchin
see V murking this dirt person

[sral]

Originally Posted by Hush

if you wana run with the ballas you gotta lace up ya sneaks tighter
I ain't one of u geek writers.. All I do is punch like balrog in street fighter
For me it ain't hard to rap. 40 with a hair trigger it ain't hard to clap
All my rounds keep going with heat like the dryer at the laundromat
An if it's beef over cheese. I'll hamburger a nugga flesh u gonna fry
Bust the five then I'm tucking the gun in like it's bed time no lullabye.

tuck the chrome, aint nothing tho to let a couple go
the pups I know’ll put that can to your ear like the Lovers Phone
we mean mugging street thugs checkin pockets for profit
& we don’t play doughy expressions.. that’s Wallace and gromit
Balrog? im more like Vega the way I stay choosing the metal
fact of it is I’m alex da kidd.. my punches work on numerous levels
dudes need to settle before they get ate here
and I light ya soul up for steppin like some LA Gears

[Omni Potent]

when you was watching Smack and Charlie Clips
I was on smack in Vietnam, giving charlie clips
I'm schemin' tough, plus my scripts are bomb proof
guess what room he in? it don't matter cause it's under his moms roof
You got a chin long as fuck tho
you good fam? @Hush

[veritas]

My styles are cold in so many ways, I'm great, Malenko.
Cannon paint ya whole crews face up, Great Malenko.
Test V and get left Pesci at the end of Casino
Your killing me Smalls, it the Great Bambino!
this wolf-man's got nards, thats the monster squad.
I stay tearing shit up, that's a Kevin Nash quad.
You stay fronting like you thuggin, but thats rather damn odd,
plugging, mugging, yet struggling to understand the plan of God.