My version of hell

$outh $ouljah · 09-11-2006, 05:54 PM

Tha police waitin for u to slip, or wantin them ppl wiv anger problems, wantin them to flip//
Lookin for a reason to put every nigga in a cell, so ima rap about em, n place em in my version of hell//
Now my hell is like a asian tryin to be black, ye my hell looks stupid nd spits rap verses so damwhak//
These poor raps takin ur soul, burryin u way underground like a worm hidin from tha birds in his hole//
Cant leave u alone, keep comin back, keep playin em over nd over till ur mind says fuck it, *crack*//
Into a mental state of mind, this is half the hell we go through, so have a bullet in ur side//
Ye thats the spot, now u know how we feel wen we've took a bullet from the glocc//

Tryin to recover from that shit, nd all u wana do is ask us questions nd search our crib//
Motherfucker we the victims, no i aint fin to talk wen ive had a AK upside ma rib//

Now bitch u the newest member of my hell, naw there aint no donuts here, nd u wont find no taco bell//
But there is a lot of niggas wantin payback, ye they can jump nd beat on u, this aint the real world u at//
I run all of this aint it great, with none of them donuts nd all this blood spill, u gon pile off the weight//

Oh and im gon be rite here all the time, makin everyfin worse for u, n repeatin this whack ass rhyme//
Bitches pullin us over for D.W.B, driving while black aint no offense, this shit gone way too far for me//
U deserve more than this hell ive created, we got our freedom, wot rite dya have to decide u jus gon take it//

Just coz u called the law dont mean u dont have to abide by the rules//
Give me a while, fuckers ill 'fix u up and make u look sharp' usin these razor-like tools//
Sharp indeed, go str8 through u and i wont be tryin//
Go through slow and painfully, i promise this, u gon be die'n//
We gon strike back, and im gon be the 1 to start it all//
U gon be apollogisin wen u see ur chief's brains patterened across tha wall//
U in my hell, u cant do shit about this, u mite aswel break down and cry//
As ive sed b4 bitches im gon win ma freedom coz im how the real niggas come by//

09-11-2006, 05:54 PM	#1
$outh $ouljah Senior Member Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: Moss-Side © Posts: 511 Repped: 0 Repped 11 Times in 10 Posts Neg Reps: 0 Neg Repped at 0 Times in 0 Posts	My version of hell My version of hell Tha police waitin for u to slip, or wantin them ppl wiv anger problems, wantin them to flip// Lookin for a reason to put every nigga in a cell, so ima rap about em, n place em in my version of hell// Now my hell is like a asian tryin to be black, ye my hell looks stupid nd spits rap verses so damwhak// These poor raps takin ur soul, burryin u way underground like a worm hidin from tha birds in his hole// Cant leave u alone, keep comin back, keep playin em over nd over till ur mind says fuck it, crack// Into a mental state of mind, this is half the hell we go through, so have a bullet in ur side// Ye thats the spot, now u know how we feel wen we've took a bullet from the glocc// Tryin to recover from that shit, nd all u wana do is ask us questions nd search our crib// Motherfucker we the victims, no i aint fin to talk wen ive had a AK upside ma rib// Now bitch u the newest member of my hell, naw there aint no donuts here, nd u wont find no taco bell// But there is a lot of niggas wantin payback, ye they can jump nd beat on u, this aint the real world u at// I run all of this aint it great, with none of them donuts nd all this blood spill, u gon pile off the weight// Oh and im gon be rite here all the time, makin everyfin worse for u, n repeatin this whack ass rhyme// Bitches pullin us over for D.W.B, driving while black aint no offense, this shit gone way too far for me// U deserve more than this hell ive created, we got our freedom, wot rite dya have to decide u jus gon take it// Just coz u called the law dont mean u dont have to abide by the rules// Give me a while, fuckers ill 'fix u up and make u look sharp' usin these razor-like tools// Sharp indeed, go str8 through u and i wont be tryin// Go through slow and painfully, i promise this, u gon be die'n// We gon strike back, and im gon be the 1 to start it all// U gon be apollogisin wen u see ur chief's brains patterened across tha wall// U in my hell, u cant do shit about this, u mite aswel break down and cry// As ive sed b4 bitches im gon win ma freedom coz im how the real niggas come by//

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