Name that verse

[jack_the_rippuh]

Finally after things got right
I wanted out of the game cuz I'm searchin for a new life
But I remember what was said
You come in alive, the only way you leave out is dead
So I'm kinda stuck on both ends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't really got no friends
Cuz if they were my friends they'd let me break
Coming out squeaky clean with my .38
But I gotta stay down
Until it's time for me to punch it out and just lay it down
And yo, that's a shame
Tonight I gotta steal another ride with my little gang
So slowly I walked up to it
With no hesitation, I broke the window and jumped into it
Unhooked his lick and was headed off
I opened up the door, that's what set it off
A brother came out with a glock, jack
And put a slug...in little J-Rock's back
And my so called friends
Want me out of the game, cuz they don't know if I'll walk again
Now tell me what that Deuce like
Messed up myself for good cuz I was wrapped up in the street life

[Tuggers1986]

Easy One...

Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture
Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector
Better warn 'em kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling pot
About to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
For cheesy, too many wanna be hard be easy
It's all N'together, going all out together
It don't take much to please me
Still homes I'm never satisfy like the Stones
We don't condone bitin' see them selling crossbones
Protecting what I'm writing
Don't clash with the Titan who blast with a license
To kill rap reciting
Come on, in the zone with ya ***** from the Group Home
Tical! (F*** your lifestyle!)
Put your lights out
Get the **** to crackin' got you feenin' with your pipes out
Time for some action, surfin' the avenue
Mad at you, where I used to battle crews
Back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in
Got us bustin' off these pistols
My *****s got issues, again, same song
Armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and then I'm gone

[MetalVomit]

Easy One...

Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture
Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector
Better warn 'em kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling pot
About to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
For cheesy, too many wanna be hard be easy
It's all N'together, going all out together
It don't take much to please me
Still homes I'm never satisfy like the Stones
We don't condone bitin' see them selling crossbones
Protecting what I'm writing
Don't clash with the Titan who blast with a license
To kill rap reciting
Come on, in the zone with ya ***** from the Group Home
Tical! (F*** your lifestyle!)
Put your lights out
Get the **** to crackin' got you feenin' with your pipes out
Time for some action, surfin' the avenue
Mad at you, where I used to battle crews
Back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in
Got us bustin' off these pistols
My *****s got issues, again, same song
Armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and then I'm gone

I love "Blackout". Great album.

[Tuggers1986]

I love "Blackout". Great album.

Well done.

Post a verse

[MetalVomit]

Well done.

Post a verse

not sure on the accuracy of these lyrics.

I hit the loose juice, and pulls up in the duece
He gives me the scoop about the fake ass troops
And how *****'s out they're wanna play
I take another hit of the way, and then I blast away
How far playa?Far enough to go off the edge
I push another ***** off the ledge
So I stumble as I slide to the chevy
Yeah my eyes kinda teary, and gun kinda heavy
I'm a walking dead man is what they call me when I'm comin
Got the big S on my chest, so I'm kinda gunnin
High powered on my way too the west side
To check upon on some chickens, it's a hell of a drive, so drive on
As I hit my dodo stick to the break of dawn
Crime fightings what I do, and *****'s in my crew
Don't take lightly, to you busta's, and so we say **** you
Then buck you, tuck you in for the night
As you think about the paper at the funeral sight
So when I'm hangin wit the click, and we in demand
I feel good that the city of angel's call me black superman

[yidish pugilist]

^^above the law, black superman

Easy One...

Microphone checka, swingin' sword lecture
Closin' down the sector, supreme neck protector
Better warn 'em kid, Mr. Meth's a boiling pot
About to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV
For cheesy, too many wanna be hard be easy
It's all N'together, going all out together
It don't take much to please me
Still homes I'm never satisfy like the Stones
We don't condone bitin' see them selling crossbones
Protecting what I'm writing
Don't clash with the Titan who blast with a license
To kill rap reciting
Come on, in the zone with ya ***** from the Group Home
Tical! (F*** your lifestyle!)
Put your lights out
Get the **** to crackin' got you feenin' with your pipes out
Time for some action, surfin' the avenue
Mad at you, where I used to battle crews
Back when Antoinette had that attitude
Cover me I'm going in, walls closing in
Got us bustin' off these pistols
My *****s got issues, again, same song
Armed with the mega bomb
Blow you out the frame and then I'm gone

haha I knew that by the first comma, that was weird...

AZ the Visualiza is wise as Elijah
Here to advise ya, and bring out the realness that's up inside ya
Intoxication, my voice box rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the doe or die situation

[Smokin']

^^above the law, black superman



haha I knew that by the first comma, that was weird...

AZ the Visualiza is wise as Elijah
Here to advise ya, and bring out the realness that's up inside ya
Intoxication, my voice box rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the doe or die situation

that's AZ....lol.

I'm knowin' all the scams, all the tricks to the trade
Know a ***** tryin' to get clean, and you get in the way
Know a ***** tryin' to get green, and you stick out the bait
Cause a ***** like a dopefiend, can't rehabilitate
Still we stickin' to the G Code, we playin' by the rules
We don't **** around with new *****s, cause new *****s is fools
We don't photograph the homies, that'll catch a ***** up
On a picture you a victim, bottom line ***** ****ed
Only connect the real, stayin' down with the truth
I got love for you Ant, you a real ***** Spook
My ***** Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few
But there's a thousand mother****ers in the pen bulletproof
So this one here for you, I'm a rep it 'til I die
**** a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I
Send his ass to the top if he say he sit at home
He a mother****in snitch, snitchin' *****s need this song

[Tuggers1986]

that's AZ....lol.

I'm knowin' all the scams, all the tricks to the trade
Know a ***** tryin' to get clean, and you get in the way
Know a ***** tryin' to get green, and you stick out the bait
Cause a ***** like a dopefiend, can't rehabilitate
Still we stickin' to the G Code, we playin' by the rules
We don't **** around with new *****s, cause new *****s is fools
We don't photograph the homies, that'll catch a ***** up
On a picture you a victim, bottom line ***** ****ed
Only connect the real, stayin' down with the truth
I got love for you Ant, you a real ***** Spook
My ***** Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few
But there's a thousand mother****ers in the pen bulletproof
So this one here for you, I'm a rep it 'til I die
**** a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I
Send his ass to the top if he say he sit at home
He a mother****in snitch, snitchin' *****s need this song

Never heard that

Maybe it's hatred I spew,
maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a mother****in drug addict - like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you look ****** as parents
You ****in do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!