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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 9:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 9:24 pm
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Bugz-E CripNiccaFoLyfe diss track i mean like whole song you got 3 days to finish you down thts wassup how many bars need to b in each verse? how many verses? ima git on it on saturday
3 verses 8 bars |
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 9:28 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 9:37 pm
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Bugz-E CripNiccaFoLyfe diss track i mean like whole song you got 3 days to finish you down thts wassup how many bars need to b in each verse? how many verses? ima git on it on saturday
you want 1st or 2nd |
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 9:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 9:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 10:01 pm
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CripNiccaFoLyfe Young G-City CripNiccaFoLyfe i aint write since the last time i was up here so it may come out a lil wack but i fig i got time to work on it im a bit rusty too. but im not in a rush to get back to work yet in the circuit. i got some s**t to deal with irl i jus broke my foot today so im on chill for a min so ima jus write mad s**t then record it after my 6 week sentnce lol |
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2007 12:49 pm
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CripNiccaFoLyfe Bugz-E CripNiccaFoLyfe diss track i mean like whole song you got 3 days to finish you down thts wassup how many bars need to b in each verse? how many verses? ima git on it on saturday you want 1st or 2nd |
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 7:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:05 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 9:06 am
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BATTLE1
CNFL vs BUGZ
pot lucks -what we are
verse 1
i'm one of the sickest niggas thats ever been introduced to the game//
some how i got back to written tracks, words pollutin these lames//
but like a good book my s**t got one hell of a start//
the only ape you rockin everday is what niggas call mirror art//*
now lets be smart and put a little logic onto this track//
throw up the A round my hood and get clowned like you wack//
see this teh type of ***** that you see up in the clubs//
that wanna shake ya hand and show ya crew nothin but love//
but after the la di da someones gonna ask "who is he"//
jus another average ***** tryin to be like me//
see what i see, spit what i spit, get what i get//
the only way he can claim he beat me is if his hands movin my d**k//
like i move words on a track, or flow on a beat//
verbally two steppin on this ***** and wipin my feet//
you cant even hold on, you droppin the heat//
cause there aint no way in the world u handlin this verbal weaponry//
chorus 2X
They just dont know what the games about//
up north is where its at man fucc the damn south//
while y'all niggas in the club snappin and s**t//
we on the block pushin work, clappin at s**t//
VERSE2
i'll send this ***** to the back of the bus like we in jim crow times//
like a blind man you couldnt see me with the simplest of rhymes//
if this ***** had a crew they wouldnt be down for no missions//
here the heat pop once and scatter like roaches in kitchens//
this ***** dont want it with me, he duckin in cover//
i dont think i ever met a ***** as soft as the chairs in fuddruckers//**
i'm to nice with the hand, i'll drop the heat off my waist//
couldnt even go blow for blow with me cause you shook from to many shots to the face//
i'll have this niggas head craccin liek eggs in a pan//
i fly high dawg no lie dawg checc my wingspan//
drive by dawg? you'd cry dawg you aint a man//
get at me and i'll pop you like a top on a pringles can//
single hand-did-ly takin this ***** out of the game//
so i'm guessin you takin what you put in, nothin but shame//
jus cause this niggas from the A he's smellin himself//***
get cocky if you want you can be jus like new york niggas who get delt//****
chorus 2X
They just dont know what the games about//
up north is where its at man fucc the damn south//
while y'all niggas in the club snappin and s**t//
we on the block pushin work, clappin and s**t//
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verse3
i'll break this ***** up in pieces like a concrete block//
everything you not is livin proof of why i am hot//
niggas hear this s**t and yellin out damn on the spot//
im a supreme lyracist whos words is crammin ya thoughts//
we is prone to a wack ***** when we see one//
Take a good look at a prime example and you can tell that he be one//
does he run a damn thing, no i dont think so//
honestly how man bouts with this ***** proved him to be lethal//
you see when i come through i bust with the lyrical semi automatic//
stainless steel finish with enough kick to blow ya brains into ya attic//
addin you to a label would end up in subtractin//
wont no profit come from an album who niggas is trashin//
you can't stop the occurance of my lyriacal bashin//
hits knock this ***** off his feet, he's losin his traction//
it is what its gotta be, you losin by ya own actions//
cause i aint got time for these weak a** distractions//
*reflection
**resturaunt
***smellin ya self = bein cocky
****people form new york usually talk like they the s**t cause thats where
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 9:39 am
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Posted: Mon Apr 16, 2007 4:35 pm
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