* i fucked up*

[Vega/Set]

krayzie ta think i cood rap like this
ready willing n able though
a mastermind in tha makin so...
y iz muthafucakas sleepin on me
zzz's iz all i get
i aint a critic but i no whats hot
elctrified i am and ur not
like snoop n pharrel in drop it like its hott
assualted fo tha way i rap
y coz u bitches dont understand tha flow so i am..
zonin coz u aint givin me no direction
i cut these bitches like c-sections
excpet wen im freestylin
because i aint quick to think
im quick to stick
z
z
you quick to shit
wen i hit
im tha greatest
sit n spin
h
feel my sin
let these bitches grin
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s
h

[Smooth Sniper]

You call ya self a freestyless
But what'z layin between ya leg'z clam'z you nothin but a pirnsess
see there go Sniper'z Freestyle shot'z
creepin up on ya feelin ya back up wit tense not'z
get ya head wit black an blue spot'z!
fuck a snitch
I call you bitch
flappin like pussy lipz!
Bet ya deep thout tha dick to tha middel of ya neck
in here nigga you gotta earn ya respect!
You fucked up an did you think I was gonna really let ya slide
then you must be straight goin out ya mind.
I'm a verbal killa commin to kill ya when ya turn out cha light!
It'z murda lyrical 187 that will end up takin ya life!
So for now sleep well an have a good night!

[Mo Murda21]

A lyrical Master/
When i Come Niggaz No its Diaster/
Freestyle Faster Than All You Bitches Claimn Thugs/
Punchline So Hard Hits U Wit Slugs/
FLATLINES, BEEP, BEEP , BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP/
Sent these Niggaz To Eternal Sleep/
Nocturnal Thug Only Comes Out at Night/
Chrome 45, Grippn It Tight/
Light Niggaz Up Wit Bullets/
Triggaz Gotta Pull It/
Creepn On Bitches Half Didnt even No It/
Unload the Clip, Reload The Clip/
Mo Murda The Drug Addict/
hitn Niggaz Up Wit The Semi Automatic/
Causen havic In The Steets/
7 Guys All Packen Heat/
Smoken Bud, Taste Sweet The Blueberry/
Your Leakn So Much Blood Its Like I Popped The Cherry/
And Im A Very Cocky Person/
Gun Locked And Loaded/
Niggaz Not Known Whats There Gettn Hit Wit/
Blasten Hollow Tips, Still Tippn On 44s/
Or Comen Down The Road Pimpn The Rolls Royce/
It Wasnt The Niggaz Chose Whether He Lived Or Died/
It Was My Decision And i Choose To Ride/
Headed On A Collision Course/
Leaven Corpse Behind/
Must be Outta My Mind/
And Fuck Thje Police i Aint Doin Time/
Cause it My time To Shine/
My Time To Rhyme And Hit U With This Flow/
Thats Outta Contol/
Send Holes In Your Chest/
Nigga Failed The Chest/
Should Have had The Vest For Pertection/
Shots Shooting Out All In His Direction/
I Ain Messen Around/
Layen this Nigga UnderGrounds/
Closed Casket/
Had to Have It/
Should have Fucked Wit This Savage/
I Aint No Average Nigga/

its Straight