#1
Lets say I set up a game, I am in Australia and my ip is *I am an idiot*
If you, in american, then go onto your AOE multiplayer and put in my IP, can you join my game?

If so, anyone interested in playing?
#6
my ip is kaderp/QUOTE]
You gon get hacked.
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#7
Quote by Gyroscope
You gon get hacked.


That was just an example, athough i didn;t know you could get hacked by revealing yur ip.
#9
Quote by Owenlee55
been spending most our lives livin' in a gangstas paradise


Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties on yo titties bitch
#10
Quote by vayne92
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties on yo titties bitch



They've got guns to my head
I think I'm going down
I can't believe this happening in my own town
If I had wings I would fly
Let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate
#11
Quote by Owenlee55
They've got guns to my head
I think I'm going down
I can't believe this happening in my own town
If I had wings I would fly
Let me contemplate
I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate


Gold leather man
Last king killing shit
Young money
Young money
Yeah we getting rich
Got yo grandma on ma dick
Girl you know what it is

Rack city bitch
Rack rack city bitch

Rack city bitch
Rack rack city bitch

Rack city bitch
Rack rack city bitch

Ten ten ten twenties and dem fifties bitch
#12
Quote by vayne92
Gold leather man
Last king killing shit
Young money
Young money
Yeah we getting rich
Got yo grandma on ma dick
Girl you know what it is

Rack city bitch
Rack rack city bitch

Rack city bitch
Rack rack city bitch

Rack city bitch
Rack rack city bitch

Ten ten ten twenties and dem fifties bitch


As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that
Even my ma'ma thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc'-
As they grew I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Sayin' prayers in the street light
#13
Quote by Owenlee55
Lets say I set up a game, I am in Australia and my ip is ;
If you, in american, then go onto your AOE multiplayer and put in my IP, can you join my game?

No. Because that's not a real IP address so it wouldn't work.

NEXT QUESTION PLEASE
#14
Quote by Owenlee55
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that
Even my ma'ma thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc'-
As they grew I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Sayin' prayers in the street light


They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
#15
Quote by devourke
No. Because that's not a real IP address so it wouldn't work.

NEXT QUESTION PLEASE


Lets say it was real
#16
Quote by vayne92
They see me rollin
They hatin
Patrolling they tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
My music so loud
I'm swangin
They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty
Tryna catch me ridin dirty


I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that HIV shit
And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling
Playin the villian
Prepare for this rap killin
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talkin bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
is here to excite and
throw dick to dykes
Bitches I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I want the ****in Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me (T-H-O-D Man)
You don't want to **** with Biggie
#17
Quote by Owenlee55
I used to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick
To stop me from that HIV shit
And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling
Playin the villian
Prepare for this rap killin
Biggie Smalls is the illest
Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talkin bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank White
is here to excite and
throw dick to dykes
Bitches I like em brainless
Guns I like em stainless steel
I want the ****in Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me (T-H-O-D Man)
You don't want to **** with Biggie


Get the **** back, get the **** up out my way
I ain't playin' nann day
Pussy nigga whatcha say
Meet me anywhere, I don't care it don't matter to me
Cause if ya ****in' step, I'ma step in yo vicinity
What, you think I'm a ho nigga please you ain't on my level
Get some rank bitch while I'm diggin' ya grave with a shovel
Time after time I ask myself is it really clever
For you to get with me, bitch nigga you can neva eva
You ain't on my level, I'm pushin Chevrolet pedal
If you niggas **** with me I got that chrome, heavy metal
Never settle for less but always strive for the best
Most these niggas playin chief'll put ya straight to the test


Who will be the first to be banned for spam..
#18
^It's way past most American bedtimes lol. No-one really mods us at this time of night.
Quote by Owenlee55
Lets say it was real

If it was real then the American still wouldn't be able to connect because it's invalid.
#20
Quote by Pagan_Poetry
Who is Owen Lee?
Is that like the two main actors of Shanghai Noon combined?

Jackie Chan + Owen Wilson = Owen Lee?
#21
Quote by devourke
Jackie Chan + Owen Wilson = Owen Lee?


AHAHAHAHAHAH i don't know why i found that so funny
#22
Quote by vayne92
Get the **** back, get the **** up out my way
I ain't playin' nann day
Pussy nigga whatcha say
Meet me anywhere, I don't care it don't matter to me
Cause if ya ****in' step, I'ma step in yo vicinity
What, you think I'm a ho nigga please you ain't on my level
Get some rank bitch while I'm diggin' ya grave with a shovel
Time after time I ask myself is it really clever
For you to get with me, bitch nigga you can neva eva
You ain't on my level, I'm pushin Chevrolet pedal
If you niggas **** with me I got that chrome, heavy metal
Never settle for less but always strive for the best
Most these niggas playin chief'll put ya straight to the test


Who will be the first to be banned for spam..



I ain't got no mother****ing friends
That's why I ****ed your bitch
You're fat mother****er {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, **** your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I ****ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas **** for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't **** around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So **** peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
**** with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see

[Chorus:]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You mother****ers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
You all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ah yo, yo, hold the **** up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a ****in' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Sherm high
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mother****er you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you ****ing with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mother-****er I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin' please with these scenario
Little Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the ****?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You're a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mother****in' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up trying to be us
How the **** they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
You wanna **** with us
You Little young ass mother****ers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're ****ing with me, nigga?
You **** around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the **** up
Before you get smacked the **** up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
**** you and your mother ****ing mama.
We're gonna kill all you mother ****ers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother ****ing opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
**** Mobb Deep,
**** Biggie,
**** Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother ****ing crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then **** you too.
Chino XL, **** you too.
All you mother ****ers,
**** you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother ****ers,
**** you, die slow mother****er.
My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
You mother****ers can't be us or see us.
We mother ****in' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother ****ers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother****in' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother****ers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they mother****in' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
**** 'em.
We Bad Boy killers.
#24
Quote by Owenlee55
I ain't got no mother****ing friends
That's why I ****ed your bitch
You're fat mother****er {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, **** your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I ****ed your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas **** for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't **** around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So **** peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
**** with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see

[Chorus:]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out
You mother****ers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
You all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ah yo, yo, hold the **** up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a ****in' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Sherm high
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mother****er you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you ****ing with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mother-****er I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin' please with these scenario
Little Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the ****?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked

You're a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mother****in' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up trying to be us
How the **** they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
You wanna **** with us
You Little young ass mother****ers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're ****ing with me, nigga?
You **** around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the **** up
Before you get smacked the **** up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
**** you and your mother ****ing mama.
We're gonna kill all you mother ****ers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother ****ing opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
**** Mobb Deep,
**** Biggie,
**** Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother ****ing crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then **** you too.
Chino XL, **** you too.
All you mother ****ers,
**** you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother ****ers,
**** you, die slow mother****er.
My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
You mother****ers can't be us or see us.
We mother ****in' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother ****ers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother****in' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother****ers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they mother****in' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
**** 'em.
We Bad Boy killers.


On a cold winter morning In the time before the light In flames of death's eternal reign We ride towards the fight
When the darkness has fallen down And the times are tough alright The sound of evil laughter falls Around the world tonight
Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel Through the wastelands evermore The scattered souls will feel the hell Bodies wasted on the shore
On the blackest plains in Hell's domain We watch them as they go Through the fire and pain and once again we know!
So now we're flying we're free We're free before the thunderstorm On towards the wilderness Our quest carries on
Far beyond the sundown Far beyond the moonlight Deep inside our hearts and all our souls!
So far away we wait for the day For the lives all so wasted and gone We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
As the red day is dawning And the lightning cracks the sky They'll raise their hands to the heavens above With resentment in their eyes
Running back through the midmorning light There's a burning in my heart We're banished from a time in a fallen land To a life beyond the stars
In your darkest dreams see to believe Our destiny is time And endlessly we'll all be free tonight!
And on the wings of a dream So far beyond reality All alone in desperation Now the time has gone
Lost inside you'll never find Lost within my own mind Day after day this misery must go on!
So far away we wait for the day For the lives all so wasted and gone We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
Now here we stand with their blood on our hands We fought so hard, now can we understand I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can For freedom of every man!
So far away we wait for the day For the lives all so wasted and gone We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
#26
Quote by vayne92
On a cold winter morning In the time before the light In flames of death's eternal reign We ride towards the fight
When the darkness has fallen down And the times are tough alright The sound of evil laughter falls Around the world tonight
Fighting hard, fighting on for the steel Through the wastelands evermore The scattered souls will feel the hell Bodies wasted on the shore
On the blackest plains in Hell's domain We watch them as they go Through the fire and pain and once again we know!
So now we're flying we're free We're free before the thunderstorm On towards the wilderness Our quest carries on
Far beyond the sundown Far beyond the moonlight Deep inside our hearts and all our souls!
So far away we wait for the day For the lives all so wasted and gone We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
As the red day is dawning And the lightning cracks the sky They'll raise their hands to the heavens above With resentment in their eyes
Running back through the midmorning light There's a burning in my heart We're banished from a time in a fallen land To a life beyond the stars
In your darkest dreams see to believe Our destiny is time And endlessly we'll all be free tonight!
And on the wings of a dream So far beyond reality All alone in desperation Now the time has gone
Lost inside you'll never find Lost within my own mind Day after day this misery must go on!
So far away we wait for the day For the lives all so wasted and gone We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days Through the fire and the flames we carry on!
Now here we stand with their blood on our hands We fought so hard, now can we understand I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can For freedom of every man!
So far away we wait for the day For the lives all so wasted and gone We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days Through the fire and the flames we carry on!

Trogdor!

Trogdor!

Trogdor was a man

I mean, he was a dragon man

Or maybe he was just a dragon

But he was still Trogdor!

Trogdor!

Trogdor!

Burninating the countryside,

Burninating the peasants

Burninating all the peoples

And their thatched-roof cottages!
Thatched-roof cottages!

Whoa, this has wicked dueling guitar solos

It's like squeedly versus meedley over here

Go squeedly!

Go squeedly!!

Squeedly wins!!!

When all the land is in ruins

And burnination has forsaken the countryside

Only one guy will remain

My money's on


Trogdor!

Trogdor!

And the Trogdor comes in the night
#27
Quote by Owenlee55
Trogdor!

Trogdor!

Trogdor was a man

I mean, he was a dragon man

Or maybe he was just a dragon

But he was still Trogdor!

Trogdor!

Trogdor!

Burninating the countryside,

Burninating the peasants

Burninating all the peoples

And their thatched-roof cottages!
Thatched-roof cottages!

Whoa, this has wicked dueling guitar solos

It's like squeedly versus meedley over here

Go squeedly!

Go squeedly!!

Squeedly wins!!!

When all the land is in ruins

And burnination has forsaken the countryside

Only one guy will remain

My money's on


Trogdor!

Trogdor!

And the Trogdor comes in the night


I forfeit to your superior ability to keep up spam for an extended period of time. Well played sir. Well played.
#28
I got ice in my veins
blood in my eye
hate in my heart
love in my mind
I seen nights full of pain
days of the same
you keep the sunshine
save me the rain
I search but never find
hurt but never cry
i work and forever try
but I'm cursed so never mine
and its worse but better times
seems further and beyond
the top gets higher the more that I climb
the spot gets smaller and I get bigger
tryna get me where I fit in
no room for a nigga but soon for a nigga it be on muther****er cause
all this bullshit have made me strong, mother****er
#29
Hey yo Doctor, here's another proper track
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
So youse a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and I hope
that your fans understand when you talk about playin me
The same records that you makin is payin me
Mother**** Dre, Mother**** Snoop, Mother**** Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and, this is the season
to let the real compton city G's in
You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where da **** ya found a anorexic rapper?
Talkin about who you gon squabble with and who you shoot
You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin boots
(Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day)
But ;Dre Day; only met Eazy's pay day
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the ;G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
mother****in real compton city G's!

"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."
"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."


Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer than a bitch, but portray the role of gangsta
Ain't broke a law in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
Just take a good look at the, nigga and you'll capture
the fact that the bastard, is simply just an actor
who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
of niggaz in Compton, Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me who's a witness, to your ****in work
So you never had no bi'ness, so save the drama jerk
Niggaz straight kill me, knowin that they pranksters
This is going out to you studio gangstas
See I did dirt, put in work, and many niggaz can vouch that
So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that!
But niggaz like you, I gotta hate ya
Cause I'm just tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about they come from projects
Knowin, you ain't seen the parts of the streets G
Think you started tryin to bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin khakis and mob while you rhyme
Little fag, tried to sag, but you're floodin at the same, time
And your set don't accept ya
Scared to kick it with your homies cuz you know they don't respect ya
So nigga please, check nuts before ya step to deez
mother****in real G's


Welllllllll.. it's the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangsta
Approach me like you hard, mother****er I'ma bank ya
Shank ya, with my ****in shank, if I haveta
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are ****in actors
Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
But this time you're dealin with some real mother****ers
G's, nigga please, don't try to step
cause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left
See young niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin
Claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
Niggaz like y'all is what I call wannabeez
and ain't shit compared to real muthaphukkin city G's


I never met a O.G., who never did shit wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now nigga it's on
You and your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hoggin shit
Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick
Beatin up a bitch don't make you shit, but then again
some niggaz think it makes a man
Damn it's a trip how a nigga could switch so quick
from wearin lipstick, to smokin on chronic at pic-nics
And now you think you're bigger
But to me you ain't nothin but a bitch-ass nigga
that ain't worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear you're gettin treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant's directions
Or get your ass pumped with a Smith & Wesson
Learn a lesson from the E's
Stay in your place and don't step to real compton city G's!
Sergio 'Checo' Perez 2013 Formula One World Drivers Champion
#30
Quote by WantsLesPaul
I got ice in my veins
blood in my eye
hate in my heart
love in my mind
I seen nights full of pain
days of the same
you keep the sunshine
save me the rain
I search but never find
hurt but never cry
i work and forever try
but I'm cursed so never mine
and its worse but better times
seems further and beyond
the top gets higher the more that I climb
the spot gets smaller and I get bigger
tryna get me where I fit in
no room for a nigga but soon for a nigga it be on muther****er cause
all this bullshit have made me strong, mother****er


FFS don't spam my thread
#31
Quote by p_c
Hey yo Doctor, here's another proper track
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
So youse a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and I hope
that your fans understand when you talk about playin me
The same records that you makin is payin me
Mother**** Dre, Mother**** Snoop, Mother**** Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and, this is the season
to let the real compton city G's in
You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper
But tell me where da **** ya found a anorexic rapper?
Talkin about who you gon squabble with and who you shoot
You're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearin boots
(Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day)
But ;Dre Day; only met Eazy's pay day
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the ;G Thang
But on his old album cover he was a she thang
So nigga please, nigga please, don't step to deez
mother****in real compton city G's!

"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."
"Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*}
"Boy you should have known by now.."


Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer than a bitch, but portray the role of gangsta
Ain't broke a law in your life
Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife
Just take a good look at the, nigga and you'll capture
the fact that the bastard, is simply just an actor
who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental
of niggaz in Compton, Watts, and South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me who's a witness, to your ****in work
So you never had no bi'ness, so save the drama jerk
Niggaz straight kill me, knowin that they pranksters
This is going out to you studio gangstas
See I did dirt, put in work, and many niggaz can vouch that
So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that!
But niggaz like you, I gotta hate ya
Cause I'm just tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about they come from projects
Knowin, you ain't seen the parts of the streets G
Think you started tryin to bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin khakis and mob while you rhyme
Little fag, tried to sag, but you're floodin at the same, time
And your set don't accept ya
Scared to kick it with your homies cuz you know they don't respect ya
So nigga please, check nuts before ya step to deez
mother****in real G's


Welllllllll.. it's the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangsta
Approach me like you hard, mother****er I'ma bank ya
Shank ya, with my ****in shank, if I haveta
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are ****in actors
Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters
But this time you're dealin with some real mother****ers
G's, nigga please, don't try to step
cause if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left
See young niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin
Claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
Niggaz like y'all is what I call wannabeez
and ain't shit compared to real muthaphukkin city G's


I never met a O.G., who never did shit wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now nigga it's on
You and your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hoggin shit
Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick
Beatin up a bitch don't make you shit, but then again
some niggaz think it makes a man
Damn it's a trip how a nigga could switch so quick
from wearin lipstick, to smokin on chronic at pic-nics
And now you think you're bigger
But to me you ain't nothin but a bitch-ass nigga
that ain't worth a food stamp
And at Death Row, I hear you're gettin treated like boot camp
Gotta follow your sergeant's directions
Or get your ass pumped with a Smith & Wesson
Learn a lesson from the E's
Stay in your place and don't step to real compton city G's!


You are full of so much hate
and i think thats really great
Now you're going to get a chance to put on your fathers pants
But when you take your daddys place
Theirs a pain you'll have to face
Cause you're going to have to go on his morning TV show
Evil child within a man
Doing evil while he can
wrinkly man within a boy
the devils little toy
you have made your father learn
how the wings of change can burn
And you've proven you're as wise
as the parents you despise