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503 soldiers

just cuz niga think got style
dont think i wont flip it
just cuz u think i mess with dmx file
dont think i wont flip it
just cuz pantywaist u lie
dont think i wont flip it
just cuz wanna make cool act die
i got 503 soldier dmx to deal with

am blindy smoka just to keep mind off
being kali aint no easy thing
being stuck like magic in da game..
shit dog yo just forget about no need explain
just cuz u give the lie to what am sayin..
dont think i wont flip it
1 system of 503 soldiers same after same
dont think i wont flip it
then u start thinking why it had to end like this
motha fukers aint listening to me
told u being kali aint no easy thing

503 i run this street
u better step away to avoid grimy treat
look into my golden teeth
see the thug life chiseled like dee
rullin' down the five o three
aint only making bitches fleet
dont think i wont flip it

i turn on the war put the outloud tunes
they said my words r weapons
fuck all of u shadys
K to the motha fuka G againsta law
at least i have something to die 4
just like master p when fly
99 ways to die
only 1 way to stay alive.. is to stay alive

now haters wanna take over my sky
higher and higher trying to spy on my side
i can hear u like bird on air sly
chatting thru each others trying to place it
dont think i wont flip it

eagle 1 target 503 hold ur fire
sir crowded hood nigaz want make shire
anti aircraft motha fukas guns that i'll hire
my roof my park my street all machine guns on fire
this is 503 soldiers gonna rule this hood
boys dont step on it u get blood
this city is ours to keep i did it
gonna fight till die into it
dont think i wont flip it

my nigaz beg me to calm down
from shooting motha fukas wanna take over my town
when its off its off... i put my gun down
em, power d, 50cent, magic and exipit
all my nigaz in uniform doin it
dont think i wont flip it

haters thought i became weak
since magic left they act freak
i do pula karnaval leek
celebrating the great soldiary list
dont think i wont flip it

u point me again i'll break ur neck
see the 503 uniform on my shoulder stick
keep ur head up ur chest inflated ur ass fanatic
say am motha fuka 503 soldier dont think i wont flip it

soldier

i used to stay alive just to kill scums.. but this time am here to give a back up for magic..
people in 503.. let me make it clear for ya all.. i dont need someone to rap with.. i need someone i cant rap without
so check this out and try to find out.. which way u'll be side

boy i think u try to make hard bleezer
little homie dont force to be high with bacardi breezer
which part of "dont mess with 503" dont u understand
its like avalution for "no rap" in the RAP LAND
aight mr.future.. tell me what u got?
damn homie tell me some new shot..
man u saying the same shit that magic said
or its only u play soldiarly in 503 to get laid
shit niga someone will end up dead like i said
any dog could die into this just like obaid

FUCK i dont know what the hell u were thinking
outsider AD boy dont mess with the king
i wouldnt do that if i were u
i'll hide & act loser
or niga u r loser u could lose it
u think wrong when i say lose it
thats why i sent dont think i wont flip it.

u turned magic on
this is the worse thing u've ever done
i feel sorry for ur ass kid u better run
run bitch run... its the magic the don..

we made the great 503
now u r presenting ur ass into it
let me explain for u and uncover it
we r soldiers.. we rap we die
u r slaves in this game.. so stay outside

AD boys u better get use to it
be ur own u.. dont play my music
when its on its on.. feel it
if magic wanted to kill u..
then homie u already dead..
i dont have the whole day just abusing u
u gotta be big time sorry ass if u wanna pass thru

am out

frozenbeach@hotmail.com

man this my shit here, feel this, even though it's just a verse and chorus

Ganglife

B4L- (Brent) ‘n’ BHC (Housey)

Verse 1:

Gangsta tears, think back an reminiss
fuck the school, it’ll be the friends that I miss
we’ll try to keep in touch, got good intentions
but we’ll drift apart, this is never fucking mentioned
entering the world, why the fuck should we start over
got brothers now that I would gladly take a shot for
sad thing is, they don’t even know this
I know it I fucking feel it, do they notice
I wonder if they know who they are, this selected few
They may but they may not, this I know is true
This ain’t shit, that I take lightly,
Despite people hearing this probably sayin it might be,
I’m just sick of it, the whole world fighting
Life is full of hate, killers filled with hatred
One big debate that we can never really win, shit
I’m writing the truth on the paper right now,
If u dispute, think about this
Guaranteed, to make u reminiss,
U and me, man with a gun,
Where can u run, find this situation fun
If u were a true brother, I’d stand between u and the gun
Get shot, give u a chance to run
Cause for u I would cry, for u I would die
For u it’s worth livin this life.

Chorus:

Gangsta tears, when u witness a brother die,
This is my soft side, I’m not ashamed to admit I’d cry,
Heartfelt tears, when my own uncle died
Partying in heaven an I was only muthafuckin seven
Gangsta tears, tears of the truth
The muthafuckin pain is the muthafuckin proof.

hey, hey, i wonna write my lyrics on this page so people can read it.I write rap lyrics and yes i am white,lol. so don't worry white people aren't that bad (Eminem and Fat Joe). Well i really woant put my lyrics on this page, just want your help, thanx.

Sorry didn't understand, well hear is my lyrics...
Intro: hey yo, got one soul? got one cole? to put your life and your pain into one hole.

Stay in line with out a mine to blow out your mind is gonna flip out, now can't see, her pams are sweaty she choking now, every one is scared how, please don't loose the mice cause she gotta sing to all the apes looking the same with babes, getting their fucking papes, tapes running out, she can't do what she wonna, shoot my wonna can't afford shoe but can affored atituted purring some soup on to the kitchen table thinking if she could able to get one more chance. spittin on the fun pulling out a gun , scared she hiddin don't die to eat some frie see what i'm saying she's screw up, taking her two mother fucking pop neva see her real pop. Poof ... criminals drinking minarles. Shit i'm at her funirale with my minarles...
i love you Alex......

pretty cool stuff in here,see how my rhymes are like in comparison (I know it's pretty crap but I tried) so here it goes.....

fast delivery....

baby mikes never bleeded
plus whenever needed
I clack glocks in me
ready to bust when I'm heated
when shit hits the fan
don't ever remain seated
keep your fingerprints
and your real names deleted

now when it's time to party
it's time to jam
I be the first one to bust like NBA jam
just LL cool J
warmin up with OJ
I be the first one to slip
with my glock and ok nowwww

how do you
grabbaholdanigga wit a too spanish flow
makin titties just glow
as I slide to the slip
with my microphone clip
it's a pity in the city that I rock like a chitty chitty
bang bang I'l make you drop your thang
cause this microphone check will be never endeng....

holla at your bouy....
pilipino palomino

CHORUS
Look I don't give a damn, if u think i'm a slut,
got ur fuckin man, givin licks to my butt,
so get with the plan, y'll gotta bust a nut,
I know that you ran, b4 your face got cut (by meeeeee!)

Don't diss me ho, don't diss me hoochie
this essex biatch, is equipped in gucci
needz 5 stars, and a thug in a jacuzzi
one thing is the whole world, wants this coochie,
so he bought me a benz, and i was like "ohhh G"
and plus I hate rascists, like that fugie,
got myself a don, he plantS me a smoochie,
envious bitches, really wana shoot me,
want my riches, but a rottweiler's my poochie!!!!

chorus repeat

Wat do you reckon about my rap???!!!!!

there okay but not good

it's like damn
what i got to do to get a helping hand
this wasnt the plan
i cant help the way I'am
or change thing I do
so fuck you screw you
tell me some thhing else thats new
just drop a hint or two
tell then
ill be just the same way
tryna pave my way
out this fuckin door way
but hey,just fuck it
let the good times roll
let us grow old
tellin same old stories
we all ready told
69
livin at are parents house
just fine
eat and dine
have a mind
of a 5 year old who whines
but right now
I feel like shit
like this shit will stick
this is sick
this is somthing no one else can fix
if i have a bad attitude
and you think my words are crude
ill strip you nude
tell you have a peice or a clue
and it will be threw
just give me a sec to rest
and ill tell you something else thats new
(chorus)
so if you have a problem with me
just spit it not secrealy
this shit is wack
spit the haps
just bring it to the T.
cause i feel traped
this is nothing i ever could have asked
but it will past
just remember these words in times of dras
(repeat2*)
when i was a teen
always was a feen
sat my weekend wathing t.v
just dream to fantisy to be free
land smake dab in reality
it's like a chin check in the face
feelin stupid out of place
It's disgrace
just how fake
people treat their own race
but I kept my pace
smiled in their face
and I hate
this aint fate
I mean for heavens sake
Its like I give and people take
it's a shame
when theres no one else to blame
except for you
you know what Im sayin
couse yuou know I speak the truth.
my leak is proof
theres nothing that can seep it threw
i'll still be going till
death do me part
you can strip out my heart
leave me in dark
make it so that my mind is just tart
but i know i will start
Im like the pencil without the art
like a mind with out its brain
just clamin insane
so I can make myself a name
in this game
searchin for fourtune and fame
(chorus 2*)

if you read this then ,thank you for taking the time out i only put two verses so it's up to you to make up the rest.so do your best cause I put your ryhmes to the test.dont blow it in guess
if you finish it feel free to email me so I can hear how it goes.
Also if you think you have the stuff it takes or would like to battle me in lyrics, or want to hear more of my stuff just email me lucky789004@yahoo.com

halla, Locas

life, money, politics,rule the world
I be spitten theis shit like super girl
they call me G-A-N-G-S-T-A
BE KEEPIN IT REAL THE O.G WAY
so your tryina be thug
buged out
talk shit when I take blood out nigaaaaaaa
i be carryin the glock 24/7
visiting heaven
seeing my grand parents
im a super star cause when i roll out
people roll out the red rug
red blood
when I see a red thug

hot flow dog, its nothing like it. that was one of the realest shit i ever heard (read).

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