when you come see sean fetti you meet defeat/ nino browning 9.millimeet glock/body's found by the dock/ i got the block sold city hot and the whole neighborhood on watch/ to find that nigga/ my caliber/ bigger than the land of excaliber/ stuff fluff in a havanna its whatever/ hella, my nigga's guillotin killa team preditor/ trackin down/ cadillac club tru mackin now/
just bin out to check out all the ladies/
theres sum out there, yes, no and the mayb's/
soon ull be hooked up and playin with all the babies/
life turns to shit, cos they overule ya, completly/
i am the illist rapper, all u shitters wanna compete with me/
dont bother, ill just turn ya inside out with my rhymes/
u betta learn a thing or two from my lines/
and wen ya get married thats the worst times/
so just fuck those bitches and do a runner/
so there dads arnt on u like a machine gunner . . .
Naval game get played
N the back the bricks
Im from the brig
Get big, i dont play that sh**
Knocking over, brass shoulders
Bo guarding game the game
Nuttin da same
things change
wit a bullet 2 da brain
young homies that I had
get the mack or mag
i dobt trust em'
when guns bustin
Theyn't got ma back
It's a lesson I b learning
slugs
make body's burning
make hearts stop pumping
ribs n bodies turning
Not a thug, by far
but I got ya number, the Ale right here
ca turn ya winter
into a real hot summer
Not a threat but a promise
Ca have you six feet under
Body laying in St.Thomas
Got Doctors startin to wonder
Last edited by Shamz; December 23rd, 2004 at 09:28 AM
livin it to protest me//tryin change me destiny//well you wana stop//turn pop//watch ya career flob//right in front of ya eyes//lifes shit!! to ya lyrics demise//through ur tratury and lies//but i love this//cus i made this//i dnt wana change this//i just wana reminis in this//cus its obivous//that i love this//hated by players in this game//they all hate my name//and they all fell the same//so i always get the blame//when something isnt the way they like it//but i handle it//cus in a way its my shit//and my shits wot i make it//but i neva ment to become wot i became//fo' ya nigga'z street plays ma name//and i dont even belive my own mother had me//she couldnt formate the recipe// to have a kid who cud pass their own s.a.t's//well fuck her n fuck this n fuck you//dnt need any of yal i do what i wana do//i live me life to me own rules//dnt follow a delegation of fools//bush and blair blinded by power n money//but they as fake as da easter bunny//but it anit funny cus he only comes but once a year//poor little fuck must hate his career//but like bush and blair he dnt give a fuck//if i went drive round the block//leanin out da window wiv me 9mm glock//they got me packin heat//makin niggas retreat//they be abandonin the street//theres no need for police//they cant fuck with the beast//they cant handle me n they no why//cus as long as im around they about to die//they always die a painful death//they say my name with my last breath//cus l like to put a hole in ya cheast//i like pain no less//cus i expect the best//dnt give a fuck a bout the rest//cus i ent here to impress//but only to mess//
one punch two punch three punch four/
how many does it take for me to hit the floor/
i can withstand ur shitty little punch lines/
i can hit me with them 9, or evan mayb 10 times/
u will hit the floor before i evan get hurt/
ill kick ya in the face and then cover u in dirt/
then leave u there cryin, not know in wat to do/
but dont think thats it, cos im not through with you . . .
look at this little nigga spittin his shit//but 1 verse n 2 more lines n he's about to get hit//ima bout to drop him a verse knock him back to 2nd gear//hidin in the shadows shittin himself with fear//its a come back but he cant faze me//all he does is drive a nigga carzy//but i gotta admire this kids persistance//but if he carries on its 9.1.1 medical assistance//this little bitch constantly bein rude//so i made his bitch as eat through a tube//so hes in a hospital like a spastic//while im happy feelin fantastic//
yer i see you sittin there lookin like u fantastic//rubbin on her tits!! but the silicone !!plastic!!//but dont let me lap you or trap you//put you in a head lock n bitch slap you//get jumped by your geek pussy tag alongs//put my foot so far up their ass's it impales their lungs//i dnt like it when they scream like this//ima get deafend after this//ima spend time in prison after this//this ent goin the way i planed it to//its gone a bit cock eyed dude//fuck it ima split this joint sorry to be rude//
onesmallstep for me, is like one giant leep for u/ cos ya rhymes, tht i have to say are crap, they dont come from u/ just tell me who ya got them of, or how long they took ya to write/ cos judgin by how shit they are it took ya all last night/ now clean ya dik, thats covered in shit, after bummin that guy today/ im sure he luved it, im sure u did too/ it wud be true/ tht ur nothin but a nob hed, and iv just torn you in two. . .
When i let slugs out the eight ya bones quake/
I'll put two in ya face and make ya dome ache/
I was havin' fun till these bums came out/
i'll keep shootin' at ya back till ya lungs come out/
I got the nine don't make me bang it off/
cuz i'll bang it at ya head till ya brains get soft/
most of these rap haters is lame/
they just be hatin' on niggas cuz they ain't in the game/
but just cuz i'm a pimp stop hatin' dude/
just cuz you watched scarface you a gangsta dude/
slugs all i need is three to kill/
that'll put you to bed like a sleepin' pill/
and don't let the lead pop off/
cuz i'll let slugs pop till ya head pop off/
Yo, im here, the name is slyentz/
the only way i can talk is violence/
ill kill you, no need for a gun/
fuck, killing you should be fun/
Bitch mess with me, i dare you/
fuckin murk ya, fool/
ye bring ya whole krew/
ill murk them and ill laugh at you/
thinkin ya good cos you got a high post rate/
fuckin clown, sylentz is here now, choose ya fate/
quit cryin about posts/ s-dot too ferocious/ Crook-ed army all ova ya ass like roaches/ready to roast any nigga that approach us/like a caddy on bricks bitch i'll leave you spokeless/ we'll say you hopelees/ stop nigga think, focus/cause ima evict ya ass here's ya 30 day notice/ boop-boop thats tha sound of the rollas/ no its just me/ F.E-double T-I/ see I/ neva that/ Be I/ come on dog get it togetha black/.
sean fetti, ill cut you up, turn you too confetti/
im as cool as anything, especially that yetti/
bitch you should see what i see, hear what i heard/
then you will soon find out money rules the world/
and when this dawg bites he makes it hurt/
cos sylentz weill rip you up and leave ya in the dirt
the industry's under fire, so take cover or retire,
flippin the script on ya high rated lips, of diss fire,
it aint worth bein humiluated in front of live crowds,
wait for it to die down, with a chain tied round,
ya wraist for commited murder on the track,
1st degree now suicides in a brain tact,
im a heavy impact on how ya think, how much ya drink,
now ya so small ya look like ya shrinked,
man whats wrong with your rhymes now,
is because im not by your side now, come lie down,
as i read you this rhyme like this,
goin back im smack on ya high rated lips
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sylentz, money ain't everything
what u sayin dawg, u ain't got anything
not a fuckin clue as to who i am
u ain't poppin me and
my crew
cos we already poppin you
when you take a fuckin minute, to rephrase wut u said
when u realise it, i'll make your fuckin face go red
you'd cut me and leave me in the dirt
i didn't feel it, was it supposed to hurt
we merk anyone who tries too hard to bust out their rhymes
it's been proven, here, just set out your rhymes
we mash em and eat em breakfast or dinner
it'll take a million yrs. to become a bronze winner
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