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Saturday, October 31, 2009

LYRICS TROY CEASAR FT. RANRU, COMPOSITION "Oooo BABY"




im just playing the sideline, watching the offense/
duckin the side whinders, me n my side chick/
she strapped lika sidearm, she flip like a sidekick/
i call her my side chick, but i rather ride wit/
her; then ride wit all them niggas that ride dick/
we came thru side door, cuz on we that boss shit/
in the vip where the boss sit/
just me n my boss bitch/
tell them boyz boss up, we on that devos shit/
shes my sarah palin, & im running for office/
ranru mccain come in bricks & boxes/
fly... my game sly & as slick a fox is/
swiper no swiping, dismiss the nonsense/
all cash, no swiping; we soooo accomplished
later for them banks... who needs accountants/
i bring the cash home & together we count it/
(oooh baby)



Friday, October 30, 2009

LYRICS: J61 TRK25 "NOT YET TITLED"




I FEEL TRAPPED ON THIS CORNER... STUCK IN THE TRAP/
2 CLIPS TAPE TOGETHER STUCK IN THE MAC/
I BEEN SHOT TWO TIMES... THE HEAD & THE BACK/
THEY SAY THE 3RD TIMES THE CHARM SO I STAY STRAP'D/
THEY SAY DEATH COME IN THREES, IF THATS A FACT/
WE LOST KEELA & DOC I WONDER WHO NEXT/
SHOUT OUT TO LAFAYETTE IMMA GB VET/
DEM GHETTO BOYZ RAN CASS, LAFAYETTE & PROSPECT/
10 YRS OLD PUT ON TO THE SET/
ASK ANYBODY WHO KNOW ME I ALWAYS REPPED/
A FEW DRIVE BY'S, A FEW WARS, A FEW DIED/
IVE ALWAYS HATED FUNERALS, BUT STILL I RIDE/
I TELL MY SON NOT TO DO IT... BUT I STILL CRY/
I ALWAYS GOTTA ANSWER BUT I DONT KNOW.... WHY/
IM NOT THE MAN IN THE SKY/
BUT THIS BOOK TELL ME, I CAN BE IF I TRY/


WTF IS RAN TALKIN ABOUT PT.3 (GIVE CREDIT WHEN DUE)




MAAAAN I CANT TAKE IT NO MORE... BEING HUMBLE IS NOT WORKING!
THESE DUDES KEEP BITING MY STYLE... EVERYTHING I DO, THEY WANNA TAKE IT AND REMIX IT! THEY BORROW MY STYLE, SWAG, MY FLOW, MY DELIVER, MY CONTENT, MY IDEAS... AND NOW THEY STEALING MY EDITING STYLE! (WHATS NEXT... THEY GON' START ADDING RU TO THE END OF THEIR NAMES?)

THIS GAME IS ALL ABOUT ORIGINALITY... & BEING DIFFERENT! BUT THESE DUDES JUST WAIT FOR YOU TO DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT, SOMETHING INNOVATIVE AND THEN COPY YOU! I KNOW THE PEOPLE THAT HAVENT BEEN FOLLOWING ME SINCE 05' IS THINKING "WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT" BUT THE FORTUNATE PEOPLE THAT KNOWS WHATS GOING ON IS SAYING "OH SHIT, THEY FINALLY PISSED HIM OFF"

AND ANYBODY THAT KNOWS ME OR OF ME... KNOWS I DONT SPEAK OUT ABOUT SOMETHING UNLESS ITS TRUE! HOPEFULLY THIS IS AS FAR AS IT GOES! (MAYBE I JUST NEEDED TO VENT).

P.S.
IF YOUR GONNA COPY SOMETHING I DO... AT LEAST GIVE CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE!

Thursday, October 29, 2009

LYRICS: J61 TRK22 "FEEL THE LOVE"




I STILL REMEMBER THE DAY/
ON THE TABLE , TWO PLATES CUTTING LIKE SUPERDRE/
RAZOR, TWO 8THS... ROOM @ THE SUPER 8/
AK , 12 GAUGE, A HAWK & A 38/(38,38,38)
SO BOY I'M STR8/
THERE WAS A COUPLE DAYS I STARVED, BUT MOST I ATE/
I THOUGHT A COUPLE HUNID LARGE, WAS THE MOST I'D MAKE/
I COULDN'T WAIT, I WENT HARDER ONCE I SAW THAT CAKE/ (CAKE, CAKE)
LOOK AT ALL THAT CAKE/
WHEN I BROUGHT MY 1ST CAKE... U SHOULDA SAW MY FACE/
WHEN I CAUGHT MY 1ST CASE, U SHOULDA SAW MY FACE/
STARING AT THE JUDGE WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE/(SAD)
RANRU WILL NEVER RAT/ AND I STILL GOT STACKS/
SO GO BACK AND TELL'M THAT/
I VACATION IN VEGAS, IN A POOL SWIMMING LAPS/
WHAT U MAKE IN YA TRAP, I LOST IN BLACK JACK/
21 RACKS JUST TO FURNISH THE FLAT/
AND IN ONE PHONE CALL I GET IT RIGHT BACK/
SO BOY (RELAAAAXXXXXXXXX) WHEN ITS A DRAUGHT AND SHIT GET TIGHT, I RELAX/
U GET UPTIGHT... U REACT/
U GET UPSET... U GETCHA MAC/
SHOT OUT TO THE JACK BOY'S TRY ME ITS WRAP/




STILL SMOKING... STILL WRITING!


LYRICS: J61 TRK21 "WHAT THEY SAY"


we don't care... we never care/
why would we care, why should we care/
if she don't then i don't care so we don't care..
what they say about us/

damn they hating, wtf they hating fo/
cuz our life ain't yo life, wtf they waiting fo/
I'm landscaping... raking dough/
she hand baking... making dough/
she hand bagging, check the toes/
she head to toe in x & O's/
we just left Diego... on our way to medico/
shout out to my bordicue's you know i keep that pedico/
shorty get pedicure, in every pretty place we go/
u haters on that petty sh%t, fronting looking pitiful/
she always in latest sh%t what u think i get it fo/
Ranru on his Tyson sh%t, i rape her like i'm mystikal/
infected with the grind flu, condition looking critical/
all is see is green... u niggas look invisible/
rush me to hospital, i think i need a physical/
my pockets got the mumps & its contagious... ask digital/

we don't care... we never care/
why would we care, why should we care/
if she don't then i don't care so we don't care..
what they say about us/

LYRICS: DI TRK7 "FRIENDS WITH MONEY"


the driver opens the door... and i step out/
we don't get to the club... til' it let out/
she tryna get in... so we can be out/
but 1nce she gets in, she puts out/
Stevie wonder, ray Charles could see what we bout/
I'm tryna get that Gwen Stefani... no doubt/
u know i got friends wit money... no doubt/
we closed the store early cuz we sold out/
ya girl keep more than my name on her wet mouth/
& its ace of spade or nothing, so pour that moet out/
VIP club likwit they dancing on the couch/
she keep the condoms in her coach, i got the cameras @ the house/
i read her mind like a verse, she grab her purse so we bounce/
the pants & panties come off 1st, & rip Thur the bra & blouse/
u know my friends get money, that's more than the law allows/
we throw the money in the air, them Benji's fall into a pile/

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

LYRICS: "SING" KENDIL FT. RANRU (old verse)




BABY SING TO'M/
SHE ALWAYS GOTTA SONG FOR'M/
SING LOUDER LEMME KNOW U GOT RANGE ON YA/
KEEP HUMMING LET'M KNOW U GOT LUNGS ON YA/
HIS EARS RINGING FROM THE SONG MY BABY SUNG TO HIM/
KEEP SINGING, SONG AFTER SONG FOR'M/
ANY REQUEST? SING HIS FAVORITE SONG FOR HIM/
SING A LOVE SONG MAKE'M FEEL IT THEY STOMACH/
SING A SONG THAT'S HAVE'M DANCING OUT THEY ETONICS/
SYMPHONIC, HARMONIZE SHE BREATH ON IT/
EVERY TIME SHE SING PEOPLE LEAVE CRYING/
SING DARLING... SING FOR THESE WEAK VARMINTS/
SING TIL YA VOICE TARNISH/... SING

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

LYRICS: J61 TRK11 "BACK ON MY BULLSH%T"'




COCK MY GUN... I'M BACK ON MY BULLSHIT/
MY CLIP STAY FULL LIKE A RENAISSANCE PULPIT/
PIT BULL LOCK ON THAT GLOCK I PULL QUICK/
PULL OUT, POP 10 SHOTS IN HIS COOL WHIP/
MY BLOCK HOT, POP WE DON'T BE ON THAT COOL SHIT/
ONLY A FOOL WOULD COME AROUND HERE ROCKIN' THAT NEW SH%T/
NEW 5TH NEW CLIP LIKE A KID NEW TOY/
NEW VEST TIGHTER THEN THE JEANS ON THE NEW BOYS/
(WOOOOOOO) U BOYS ARE OUTTA Y'ALL MINDS/
THINK ITS SWEET... TIL YA CHEEK MEET THE BOTTOM OF MY NINE/
MIND ON MY MONEY MONEY ON MY MIND/
IF U OWE ME ONE DIME, I'M COMING TO GET MINES/
IMMMM NOT PLAAAAYYINNNN' (NOOOOO) PAY MINES OR I'M SPRAYING/
SHOTTY IS SAWED OFF/ YA BODY IS HAULED OFF/
ON A JOURNEY STRAP 2 GURNEY & CORPSE UNDER WHITE CLOTH/
WIPE OFF THE GUN, QUICKLY TOSS IT & RUN/
KNIFE OUT, LIGHTS OUT.... HOLE IN YA LUNG/ (UGHHHHH)
NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL A HOLE IN ONE/
U WANNA HOLD SOMETHING (POW) HOLD THAT SON/
I LOAD MY GUN, COCK IT & I HOLD MY GUN/
WITH THE SAME LOVE & CARE I HOLD MY SON/




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Monday, October 26, 2009

JUST THE TWO RAN'S PT. 3

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RANRU & BABY RU HANGING OUT IN THE BEDROOM WHILE THE MAIDS CLEAN THE PLACE UP.

"I REMEMBER BACK IN THE DAYS JUST ME & MY GUN/
NOW MY MOST RELAXING DAYS IS SPENT WITH ME & MY SON/- RANRU "AS REAL AS IT GETS"

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

GOD'S GIFT TO THE WORLD! (MY WORLD)

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KAWASAKI BROWN & WAVY TAYVY MESSING AROUND WITH DADDY'S MACBOOK. CHILDREN ARE THE GREATEST GIFT GOD HAS EVER GIVEN US. MOST OF MY LIFE I HAVE WONDERED WHAT WAS MY PURPOSE HERE ON EARTH?

FOR AWHILE I ACTUALLY THOUGHT I WAS PUT HERE ON EARTH TO MAKE MUSIC. JUST RECENTLY I HAD EPIPHANY... AND NOW I KNOW THAT I WAS PUT HERE TO BE A PARENT. NOT THE ILLEST RAPPER IN THE WORLD OR A MULTI PLATINUM RECORDING ARTIST, (NOOOOOO) JUST A PLAIN OL' PARENT. (AND IM PROUD OF IT)

AND NOW THAT I KNOW THAT... IM STRIVING TO BE THE BEST PARENT IN THE WORLD!


Sunday, October 18, 2009

ORIGIN OF THE WORD "PICNIC"




THE LIE:
the origin of the term "picnic" derives from the acts of lynching African-Americans. The word "picnic" is rooted from the whole theme of "Pick A Nigger". This is where individuals would "pic" a Black person to lynch and make this into a family gathering. There would be music and a "picnic". ("Nic" being the white acronym for "nigger"). Scenes of this were in the movie "Rosewood". We should choose to use the word "barbecue" or "outing" instead of the word "picnic".



THE TRUTH:
Instead, the origin on the word picnic is French (piquenique) and was invented long before the atrocities towards blacks took place in America. This French word - piquenique - signifies an outing with food - similar to the word's meaning in English. At these piqueniques, the attendees would all bring food to the occasion, similar to what we call potlucks today. The outdoor concept of a picnic did not originate until the 19th century.

So, how did this word originate? We are unsure what the word pique actually means. There are two options: leisurely eating (picking) or a delicacy of food. Nique was selected since it rhymed with Pique.

Historians have found this French word in references outside of the French language as early as 1748 and into English by around 1800.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

WTF IS RAN TALK'N ABOUT? PT.2


GR man found guilty of 2002 murder

Wayne Williams faces life in prison

Updated: Monday, 12 Oct 2009, 4:50 PM EDT Published : Monday, 12 Oct 2009, 4:50 PM EDT

KALAMAZOO, Mich. (WOOD) - A 32-year-old Grand Rapids man faces life in prison after being found guilty of a 2002 murder.

In addition to the murder of Danny Primer, Wayne Junior Williams also is guilty of armed robbery, assault with intent to commit armed robbery and five firearm charges.

Primer was shot March 17, 2002 while in his kitchen with friends. Two men dressed in black with handguns entered his North Park Street house, ordered Primer and his friends to the ground, robbed the friends and shot Primer, who died from the wound the next day.


MAAAAN THIS IS SOME BULLSH%T!... IMAGINE BEING A REAL NIGGA IN THIS SITUATION!

MOST TIMES WHEN YOU ROB SOMEONE YOU NEED MONEY. BUT THEIR ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE THAT JUST DO THINGS TO CATCH A THRILL OR GET A REP. THATS WHY YOU GOTTA BE CAREFUL WHO YOU DO THINGS WITH IN THE STREETS. WHEN I READ THIS STORY I IMMEDIATELY PUT MYSELF IN THE SHOES OF THE GUY THAT JUST WANTED THE MONEY (U FOLLOW ME?).

CHECK IT... NORMALLY WHEN TWO PEOPLE DECIDE TO ROB SOMEONE ONE OF THEM (THE ROBBERS) REALLY NEEDS THE MONEY. THE OTHER ROBBER WAS OBVIOUSLY A THRILL SEEKER... A WILD CARD THAT COULD CHANGE THE GAME AT ANYTIME. I BET WHEN THEY PLANNED ROBBERY NOBODY WAS SUPPOSE TO GET HURT. (IF THEY PLANNED IT)

BUT SOMEHOW THIS ROBBERY TURNED INTO A HOMICIDE, NOW THE ROBBER THAT WAS JUST IN IT FOR THE MONEY IS LOOKING AT LIFE IN PRISON FOR SOME MONEY HE NEEDED 7 YEARS AGO!?!?. (MAAAN THATS SOME BULLSHIT!) AND NOW LETS ADD IN THE "REAL N%GGA" FACTOR... AND SAY THE ROBBER THAT JUST NEEDED THE $ IS A STAND UP GUY WHO REFUSE TO RAT ON HIS CO-D OR SOMEONE ELES TO GET A LOWER / LIGHTER SENTENCE.

NOW HERE HE IS SITTING IN COURT BEING SENTENCED TO LIFE FOR MURDER. BECAUSE HE WENT ON A BOLD MISSION WITH SOME WILD HOT HEAD WHO DONT KNOW THAT EVERY JOB (CRIME OR NOT) HAS TO BE DONE IN A PROFESSIONAL MANNER. THE OLD SAYING GOES "A MAN WHO FAILS TO PLAN... IS A MAN WHO PLANS TO FAIL!"

IM JUST SAYING!

LYRICS: DI TRK 10 "THE GOOD LIFE" PT.2




ITS THE GOOD LIFE!

JUST THINK... WHAT WOULD IT BE LIKE TO LIVE THAT LIFE/
THEN THINK WHAT WOULD IT FEEL LIKE TO BE MY WIFE/
SINCE OUR 1ST YEAR TOGETHER I GAVE U ICE/
SO WE CAN ONLY IMAGINE WHAT THE RING WOULD LOOK LIKE/
NO NEED FOR LANDING GEAR... I TOOK FLIGHT/
ALL I SEE IS THE LIGHT... LIKE A THEIF TOOK NIGHT/
SOME NIGHTS WE WOULD FIGHT, LIKE WE BOXED IN VEGAS/
U REMEMBER WHAT THEM SPOTS LOOKED LIKE IN VEGAS/
THEY TOLD US $400 LARGE U WAS READY TO STAY... SHIT/
I WATCHED THE ENDGAME & LEARNED THE GAME I PLAY WIT/
IS ALREADY WON IM TRYNA BUY ME A SPACESHIP/
WHERE EVER U WANNA GO... ANYWHERE JUST SAY IT/
STILL A BIG KID, U SEE THE TOYS PLAY WIT/
TIME FLYS WHEN YA HAVING FUN, O MY HOW THE DAY WENT/
PUT OUT A APB, WHO KNOWS WHERE THEY WENT/
THEY USTA WALK INTO STORES WITHOUT A CENT/
NOW THE REGISTERS CANT HOLD ALL THE CASH THAT THEY SPENT/


LYRICS: DI TRK 9 "DO IT"




WE CAN DO IT... (DO IT) U JUST... GOTTA KEEP IT LOW! (REPEAT)

GO GO GO GO GIRL/WE CAN DO IT U JUST GOTTA KEEP IT LOW GIRL/THIS A SECRET DONT EVEN TELL YO GIRL/THIS SECRET WE KEEPIN FROM WHOLE WORLD/

I LIKE GIRLS WHO GOT GIRL FRIENDS/AND THEY LIKE BOYZ WHO GOT GIRLFRIENDS/
NOW THIS SECRET IM KEEPING FROM GIRLFRIEND/THIS SECRET IM KEEPIN TIL THE WORLD END/

WE CAN DO IT... (DO IT) U JUST GOTTA KEEP IT LOW! (REPEAT)

BOY MEETS GIRL... & GIRL LIKES BOY/
BUT GIRL HAS A GIRL ALREADY O' BOY/
O BOY HAS A GIRL ALREADY BUT NO BOY/
WOULD NEVER EVER TURN DOWN HER... NOOOO BOY/
DEM SLOW BOYZ THINK THEY GOTTA THROW A DOLLAR AT HER/
TO INTIMIDATED... TO GO & HOLLA AT HER/
BUT IM A TRAPPER NOT A TRICK I DONT WANNA TRAP HER/
AND IMMA PIMP NOT A PLAYER U CAN PAY HER... HAVE HER/(Ooooo)
.... THATS NOT WHAT IM AFTER/
NEVER PAID A DIME... NEVER CASH'D HER ASK HER/
NEVER ONE TIME I JUST SMASHED AND PASS HER/
DIGI HITTIN HER NOW! AND ALL HIS CASH ON PLASTIC/
SO ALL SHE EVER GOT FROM US... WAS LUST & LAUGHTER/
(HA HAAAA) NUTS AND ASHES/
THAT I PLUCK FROM MY DUTCH BEFORE I PUFF PAAASSS IT/
IM JUST PASSING THRU... AFTER I SMASH IT/
IM ON MY WAY OUT... LIKE NEXT WEEKS TRASH IS/


WE CAN DO IT... (DO IT) U JUST... GOTTA KEEP IT LOW! (REPEAT)

GO GO GO GO GIRL/WE CAN DO IT U JUST GOTTA KEEP IT LOW GIRL/THIS A SECRET DONT EVEN TELL YO GIRL/THIS SECRET WE KEEPIN FROM WHOLE WORLD/

I LIKE GIRLS WHO GOT GIRL FRIENDS/AND THEY LIKE BOYZ WHO GOT GIRLFRIENDS/
NOW THIS IS A SECRET I GOTTA KEEP FROM GIRLFRIEND/SO THIS SECRET WE KEEPIN TIL THE WORLD END/

WE CAN DO IT... (DO IT) U JUST GOTTA KEEP IT LOW! (REPEAT)

LYRICS: DI TRK 2 "KILLA"




UP & DOWN THE HIGHWAY/
JUST TRYNA GET MY PAY/
THE DRUGS IN MY TRUNK WILL GET ME LIFE LIKE CLAUDE... RAY/
(IM ALL OUT) WE NEED MORE CALL JAY/
I C4'D THE CORNER STORE ALL DAY/
A GRINDER... THE JEFF DAHMER OF RHYMERS/
STARTED AT THE BOTTOM, WE SEE THE TOP... CLIMBERS/
NEVER MIND WHO'S RIGHT BEHIND US/
ITS A RACE IM NOT SLOWING MY PACE, I BEEN FINE THUS/
FAR... R- A- N- R/
U HATING ON ME OOOOO' GOD/
MAAAAN SOMETIMES IDK GOD/
THESE DEVILS... ACT LIKE I DONT KNOW GOD/
DAMN TRYNA STAY SANE IS SOOO HARD/
WHEN I CAN BE INSANE WIT NO PROB/
ITS INSANE WHEN EVEN JANE HAS NO JOB/
& AVERAGE JOE IS POE KNOWING THAT I GOTTA GO... HARD/

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

RANRU UNTITLED FREESTYLE PT.2




PRESS PLAY... & LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY!

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LYRICS: J60 TRK32 "Y SHOULD I CARE"




A COP KILLED DOC... SO Y SHOULD I CARE?
A COP KILLED DUCK... SO Y SHOULD I CARE?
A COP KILLED PAC... SO Y SHOULD I CARE?
IF A COP GETS KILLED OR SHOT HERE?

A COP KILLED JU... SO Y SHOULD I CARE?
A COP KILLED PETE... SO Y SHOULD I CARE?
IF A COP KILLED RU... Y SHOULD GUNRULE CARE?
IF A COP GETS KILLED OR SHOT HERE?


THE PIG WAKES UP HE'S MAD & HE'S UPSET/
PISS'D AT HIS WIFE CUZ HE CANT GET ENUFF SEX/
HE HATE HIS OWN LIFE, STUCK IN A COMPLEX/
HE'S BEEN PUNK'D HIS WHOLE LIFE SO HE STUCK WITA COMPLEX/
BUT ONCE HE'S INSIDE HIS COP CAR HE FEELS BIONIC/
SWERVING THRU HOT SPOTS AND ALL OF THE PROJECTS/
HE PULLS NEXT TO A BLACK BENZ SITTIN ON OFFSETS/
DRIVEN BY A BLACK MALE WITH A CAR FULL OF WHITE CHICKS/
THE COP GETS VEXED, OH NO HE DONT LIKE THIS/
HE PULLS THE CAR OVER & ASK FOR HIS LICENSE/
THE DRIVER COMPLIES... BUT THE PIG GETS EXCITED/
THE DRIVER SAYS OFFICER THE PIG SAYS... QUIET/
SHUT YOUR F'N MOUTH (NIGGER) EXIT THE CAR QUICK/
THE DRIVER SAID AW SHIT I HATE WHEN LAW GET/
JEALOUS B'CUZ A NIGGA STAYED FOCUSED AND PROSPERED/
THE PIG HE LOST IT/
HE CURSED AND COCK IT/
LIFT THE GLOC UP, POINTED & POPPED IT/
SHOT THE KID TWICE WHILE THE WHITE CHICKS WATCHED IT/
TOOK THE WOMEN OUT & PUT A GUN IN HIS COCKPIT/
GOT HIS STORY TOGETHER AND PHONES IN THE SERGEANT/
THE SARGE PULLS UP... THE CODE SILENCE/
WAS THERE ANY FOUL PLAY? THE COP DENIES IT/
THEY GO OVER THE STORY... THE SRG THE REVISE IT/
AND THEN THE F'N CHEIF OF POLICE JUSTIFIES IT/
THEE END

A COP KILLED DOC... SO Y SHOULD I CARE?
A COP KILLED DUCK... SO Y SHOULD I CARE?
A COP KILLED PAC... SO Y SHOULD I CARE?
IF A COP GETS KILLED OR SHOT HERE?

A COP KILLED JU... SO Y SHOULD I CARE?
A COP KILLED PETE... SO Y SHOULD I CARE?
IF A COP KILLED RU... Y SHOULD GUNRULE CARE?
IF A COP GETS KILLED OR SHOT HERE?

KEEP FOLLOWING ME KID... I SEE YOU!





Monday, October 12, 2009

LYRICS: J60 TRK 14 "U KNOW WHAT IT IS"




U KNOW WHAT IT IS... (YEAH) LET ME FUTHER EXPLAIN... SO U KNOW WHAT IT IS
I TOLD U MY NAME, SO U KNOW WHO IT IS... I CAME WITH MY GANG, U KNOW WHO THEY IS...

(LET ME IN)
WE WAS JUST ON THE CORNER RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE MARKET/
NOW LOOK AT US... WE CORNERED THE MARKET/
JAKES ON MY CORNER, THE FEDS @ MY MA APT/
NOW OUR TV'S FLAT, 7 RACKS FOR THE CARPET/
F' A CAR PORT TO MUCH CARGO OUR CARS SIT/
INSIDE GARAGES THE SIZE OF YA APARTMENT/
AW SHIT... I GUESS HE ON THAT OTHER SHIT/
TOO MUCH CASH HE WANNA STUNT NOW HE F'N RICH/
I STILL GOT MY MASK, A FEW GUNZ & A COUPLE CLIPS/
GUNRULE ON MY BACK, A NEW SON & A COUPLE CRIBS/
SO TRY ME IF U WANT TOO/
SO I CAN SHOW U 1ST HAND WHAT U DONT DO/
IM CAPABLE OF DOING IT, ALTHOUGH I DONT WANT TO/
THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US IS... I'LL DO WHAT U WON'T DO/
NO BRUNO... RANRU GO OUTTA SPACE, IM SO PLUTO/
CYBERSPACE, MYSPACE... GIVE KUDOS/


U KNOW WHAT IT IS... (YEAH) LET ME FUTHER EXPLAIN... SO U KNOW WHAT IT IS
I TOLD U MY NAME. SO U KNOW WHO IT IS... I CAME WITH MY GANG U KNOW WHO THEY IS...




Saturday, October 10, 2009

LYRICS: J59 TRK 8 "BIG DEAL" FT. TREAL CITY




YO TREAL IM SORTA LIKA BIG DEAL/
BEEN HUSTLING SINCE BIG WHEELS/
STILL GET THAT SICK FEEL/
WHEN I SEE THEM BIG BILLS/
POCKETS ON BIG POPPA BIG FACES IM BIG WILL/
BIG CARS & BIGGER CRIBS/
ON THE LOW NOT EVEN MY HOE KNOW WHERE A NIGGA LIVE/
IM NAZI/KILLIN THESE JEWS...
GOLD BOTTLES & NO THAT "A" DONT STAND FOR ASTI/
GEEKS TRY 2 COPY N PASTE MY STYLE/
HACK MY MYSPACE ERASE MY FILES/
THIS A RACE AND I AINT SEEN YA FACE IN MILES/
1 PLACE... (WINNER) TAPE ACROSS MY CHEST I SMILE/
POW P.O.W PACK OF WOLVES/
ITS BEEN FOUR YEARS SINCE MY PACK IS GOOD/
U CAN GO 2 ANY CORNER & ASK THE HOOD... AND ANY DOPE FIEND WILL TELL YOU MY PACK IS GOOD/


Friday, October 9, 2009

LYRICS: J59 TRK 6 SATISFACTION FT. CANARY YELLOW CHELLO




WE KEEP THAT GOOD DOPE. COOK DOPE EARLY IN MORNING/
THEM CRACKERS CUT OFF THE GAS F' IT FRY IT ON THE FOREMAN/
HERES A WARNING... TO OUT OF TOWNER'S WHO TRY TO GRIND ON OUR CORNERS/
DEM COPPERS GON TOE TAG YOU AND BAG YOU OFF TO THE CORONERS/
ALL THE CORNERS LIFT YA CORONAS UP/
A TOAST TO ALL THE ESAY'S/
THE POPPYS THAT MADE IT POSSIBLE, GRACIAS EL HEFE'S/
THE BEST WAY, THE EXPRESS WAY, YES WE ON OUR WAY NOW/
I TELL TRILL THAD TO TEXT YA... SOON AS WE TOUCH DOWN/
A PLUS TOUCHIN MY SCALE, COOKED OR CRUSHED DOWN/
GIVE IT TO A BUST DOWN HAND OFF TOUCH DOWN/
(AND MINES IS)
WE MAKE PLAYS ALL DAY FOR THE PAY DAY/
THEY ALL PAY... PETER PAY PAUL WHO PAUL PAY/
THEY ALL SAY IT'S...

SIDE BAR: WE MOVE OUR YAE... IN ONE DAY/
SO COME EARLY BUT THE STORE OPEN ALWAYS/
WE SERVE IT ALL WAYS THE SOFT AND THE HARD WAY/


LYRICS: J59 TRK 9 "U DONT WANT NONE" FT. TREAL CITY




HOOK: FUC NIGGA U DONT WANT NO PROBLEMS (REPEAT)
OH' U DONT WANT NONE, HE DONT WANT NONE (REPEAT) U DONT WANT NO PROBLEMS

FUCK NIGGA U DONT WANT NO PROBLEMS/
I WANT TOUCH'M BUT THE GOONZ MIGHT ROB'M/
PUT HIS ASS IN THE TRUNK AND DRIVE'M/
TO THE WOODS STRIP'M NAKED, AND TIE'M/
TO A TREE WITH A SPOOL OF BARB WIRE/
POUR GASOLINE OVER HIS ENTIRE/
BLEEDING BODY HE'LL BE SCREAMIN MYA/
STRIKE A MATCH THEN SET HIS ASS ON FIRE/
BOY U PLAYING WIT THE WRONG ONE/
IM ON MY OFF TIME... SO IM ON ONE/
I JUST LEFT THE SHOOTIN RANGE ME N MY SON/
WE GO EVERYDAY HE JUST TURN'D ONE/
YEAH HE A SHORTY... BUT HE HOLD IT LIKE HE GROWN SON/
I BET HE CANT WAIT TO GET HIS OWN GUN/
I TAUGHT'M WELL, SO WHEN HE GROW TO GET HIS OWN GUN/
MAYBE HE COULD TAKE SOME TIME OUT & TEACH HIS OWN SON/

HOOK: FUC NIGGA U DONT WANT NO PROBLEMS (REPEAT)
OH' U DONT WANT NONE, HE DONT WANT NONE (REPEAT) U DONT WANT NO PROBLEMS