D.O.A-Dead On Arrival

TheHoodKid · 07-15-2007, 02:04 AM

NO HOOK ENJOY

V1-For the year 2G the rap game change for one name
Hood aim to slain anything on this plane
Remains are found when the best kept secret get heated
You went platinum wit a ghost writer so in the game you won you cheated
My slang bang when you need it
You man enuff to pull a gun be man enuff to squeeze it
(*gunshots*) Die if you don’t believe it
Anything to do wit millions I’ma be wit it
Hats off to the hardcore niggaz FUCK the rest
In my guess y’all useless, just talkin music
Never mistake me for a fake MC
You got the wrong idea nigga I’m NY fool Get murdered in a second in the first degree
Come to me wit faggot tendacies
You’ll be sleepin where the maggots be
Ain’t nuthin kinda used to beef actually
Won’t catch me as a victim and a rap casualty

V2-Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the summertime
Ten Bentleys in one line Gats in each hand, twin 45’s in mines
Snipers hittin niggaz long distance for a rate
Sons and daughters, one order you’ll be floatin in water
One luv to the ol school niggaz
They in the jail tryin to raise us
Even the ones that tried to blaze us
but couldn’t even graze us
See dem bitch azz niggaz y’all killin don’t amaze us
Everybody stay fly get money kill and fuck bitches
I’m hittin anything in plain view for my riches
NY'S finest fillin up ditches, when niggaz turn to bitches
die for zero digits; I’ma giant yall midgets
I know killaz that kill for a fee
that’ll kill yo' ass for free, believe me
How you wanna die fast or slowly
Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie
I bought yo shit it was weak, trashed it now you owe me
All the hardcore niggas should fuckin know me

v3-Takin anything that’s rightfully mines Lust, AKs, rifles, and nines
Physique crew, thick designs wit jewels that shine all the time
Ain’t nuthin sweet about this rate of mystique
Got niggas while you eat shit sleep and beat yo meat
die reachin fo heat, leave you leakin in da street
Niggas screamin he was a good boy ever since he was born
but fuck it he gon life must go on niggas don’t live that long
but hoes in wigs niggas that think they head strong
got niggas hollerin kid dead wrong on this song
THIS TYPE OF MURDA DONT NEED NO HOOK
JUST PLENTY OF FUCKIN BARS FROM DA MOUF OF A CROOK

TheHoodKid · 07-15-2007, 01:38 PM

Come on leave me some feed feel like this the best of me

Famoz · 07-15-2007, 01:54 PM

yaa wasting ya time doing 3 verses.........it was nice tho

07-15-2007, 02:04 AM	#1
TheHoodKid RAP tIL dEATH Join Date: Jun 2007 Posts: 250 Repped: 12 Repped 20 Times in 16 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 0 Times in 0 Posts	D.O.A-Dead On Arrival D.O.A-Dead On Arrival NO HOOK ENJOY V1-For the year 2G the rap game change for one name Hood aim to slain anything on this plane Remains are found when the best kept secret get heated You went platinum wit a ghost writer so in the game you won you cheated My slang bang when you need it You man enuff to pull a gun be man enuff to squeeze it (gunshots) Die if you don’t believe it Anything to do wit millions I’ma be wit it Hats off to the hardcore niggaz FUCK the rest In my guess y’all useless, just talkin music Never mistake me for a fake MC You got the wrong idea nigga I’m NY fool Get murdered in a second in the first degree Come to me wit faggot tendacies You’ll be sleepin where the maggots be Ain’t nuthin kinda used to beef actually Won’t catch me as a victim and a rap casualty V2-Dynasty Raiders hit VA in the summertime Ten Bentleys in one line Gats in each hand, twin 45’s in mines Snipers hittin niggaz long distance for a rate Sons and daughters, one order you’ll be floatin in water One luv to the ol school niggaz They in the jail tryin to raise us Even the ones that tried to blaze us but couldn’t even graze us See dem bitch azz niggaz y’all killin don’t amaze us Everybody stay fly get money kill and fuck bitches I’m hittin anything in plain view for my riches NY'S finest fillin up ditches, when niggaz turn to bitches die for zero digits; I’ma giant yall midgets I know killaz that kill for a fee that’ll kill yo' ass for free, believe me How you wanna die fast or slowly Fast as a rolie, slow as a rolie polie I bought yo shit it was weak, trashed it now you owe me All the hardcore niggas should fuckin know me v3-Takin anything that’s rightfully mines Lust, AKs, rifles, and nines Physique crew, thick designs wit jewels that shine all the time Ain’t nuthin sweet about this rate of mystique Got niggas while you eat shit sleep and beat yo meat die reachin fo heat, leave you leakin in da street Niggas screamin he was a good boy ever since he was born but fuck it he gon life must go on niggas don’t live that long but hoes in wigs niggas that think they head strong got niggas hollerin kid dead wrong on this song THIS TYPE OF MURDA DONT NEED NO HOOK JUST PLENTY OF FUCKIN BARS FROM DA MOUF OF A CROOK __________________ Crew Cut Men

07-15-2007, 01:38 PM	#2
TheHoodKid RAP tIL dEATH Join Date: Jun 2007 Posts: 250 Repped: 12 Repped 20 Times in 16 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 0 Times in 0 Posts	Come on leave me some feed feel like this the best of me __________________ Crew Cut Men

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07-15-2007, 01:54 PM	#3
Famoz Banned Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: Los Angeles Posts: 1,548 Repped: 126 Repped 391 Times in 210 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 2 Times in 2 Posts	yaa wasting ya time doing 3 verses.........it was nice tho