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[daweed]

JUST A LITTLE SUMTHIN!

Aint a damn other like me /
A straight up white G /
From J-Section 's where Im from /
Im about to drop a bomb /
On them wack fools who be claimin to drop a gem /
Y'all tha type that dont know a damn thing about tha pen /
Claimin to be live but if I bust then they tha shook ones /
They aint from no mobb and thats on my hood son /
Once I put them 6-feet-deep then its ova /
Y'all gonna need more luck than a 5 leaf clova /
If that exsist, which I dont think it do /
So in that case what Im using is my tool /
A tek 9 or AK thats what Ima use /
Or even Ol' skool style with a knife in my shoe /
I'll do a walk by and make sure that u die /
Bellin' through tha east, ending this beef /
Without a fukin vest I'll prove tha west is tha best /

Screamin THUG LIFE, as I spray u with caps /
Without catchin' one hole in my white sox hat!

[daweed]

Just a little sumthin' on those mobb deep pussys! Fuk dem QB wangstas!

[spanky]

YO SUP G

DAWEED, THIS SUM ILL SHIT, I LIKE THAT GANSTA RAP TYPE RHYMES U KNOW, FINALLY ANOTHA NIGGA SEE THOSE MOBB DEEP FAGGOTS FOR WHAT THEY REALLY IZ - STUDIO GANGSTA BITCHES! WANT SUM TRUE G RAPS, CUM TO THA BAY!

KEEP SPITTIN' THA RHYMES G,

THIS THAT DAWG TOWN NIGGA, YOU BEDDA RECOGNIZE, LET EM KNO OAKTOWN IS BACK UP IN THIS MUTHAFUCKA!

PEACE DAWG!

[panther]

YO WHAT UP DAWEED, O'YEAH DATZ CRACC'N MY NY99A IM FEELIN DAT

GANGSTA SHT 101

[saxjohn2]

i tear up ur block - aint no need to let ur daughter play//
the only time u held a gun - all i cud see was a water spray//
no need tryin to be gangsta - i got ur wife in my dreams//
strait down talkin about kicks n a knife in ur jeans//
n this is the reincarnation of the nigga yall dissed//
yup the west is the best but in Africa it must be the east//
then south - west then central is last in the list//
im bustin the peace - n hatin on these low lip class//
coz wat J-lo sings is as gangsta as wat mobb deep does//

holla Africa!!! nairobi to the fullest!!!11

[daweed]

Yo Sup Y'ALL ( PANTHER, SPANKY, SAX)

Whats good wit ya!

YO SAX, yeah Im feelin' dat G, them rhymes is mad sic dawg, on tha strength!

J-SECTION, NAIROBI, COMPTON AND OAKTOWN - AS ONE!
WE 'BOUT TA GAFFLE THA WHOLE GAME!


PEACE!
STAY KEEPIN' IT GANGSTA!

[panther]

AYO DAWEED LOT OF RESPECT PLAYA LET ME SPITT WIT CHA REAL QUICK

GANGSTA SHYT 101

im on da page wit daweed //
when it comes 2 diz gangsta shyt ur boy succeed //
i from da ghetto were ny99az gettin smoke like weed //
we hustle 2 get money, dont find shyt funny //
cuz we keep goin like da energizer bunny //
diz gangsta shyt bytch //
if u a mark r snitch u can quickly find urself gettin dismiss //
and we dont give a f*cc if u mad and piss //
u can bust r get n da streets and handle it //
if u wanna take it 2 war we ready 2 empty clips //
stackin dez chipz and flippin dez honey dipz //
dont need 2 gangbang, my whole family's crips //
and datz my infliation 2 da gangsta nation //
some of dez catz is fakin, dey actors like president regan //
i grew up around gangsta, so i got da gangsta mentality //
i deal wit any cat who say dey wanna battle me //
i tell dez catz dey aint ready //
diz freestyle, but on wirtten im sharp with da hands like freddy //
got beef, cock bak gunz and ame it steady //
i'll hav dem going home runnin 2 da bed, huggin der teddy //
dey say diz cat bumpin, nah datz just da streets compton //
out here, itz were u from and get cho face stomp in //
r take a strong shot similar 2 bottles of gins //
daweed and panther homie we at it again // HOLLA!!!!

[saxjohn2]

yup - Im mostly high - wen i battle u roaches//
thats why i post replies to ur battle approaches//
keepin it gansta - i thot i said being real is my hobby//
back to the roots!! nothins sweet than weed in nairobi//
daweed, panther - my boyz i know ur fine//
look - im sharp with my hands too - call me porcupine//
fcuk freddy!! - u trip n ima pork ur spine - damn im that ready!!//
i bring danger to the game - delirious like a busta flik//
they call me sax - why? jada says ask ur chik//
coz i came up to the scene with my street learned wisdom//
thats ur girls put me on their lips like lip balm//
yeah daweed - i feel ur style - ur flow is tight dude//
goin on a hip hop diet? then my flow is the right food//


keep it coming niggaz!!!

Nairobi!!!!!1

[daweed]

Damn Y'all

PANTHER AND SAX, Y'ALL Gs IS GOT SKILL!

THEM RHYMES IS ILL!

KEEP IT REAL!

PEACE

[intel]

if we playing ganster rap, i call the role of john gotti/
while yall slice thugs, i STAB BLADES using bodies/
no body/ can be found , i incinerate evidence/
i move with a velocity like a asteriod literally heaven sent/
heaven sent!/ me to to shit on you bitches like a close quarter lecture/ with a black reverend/ Motha fuckers! dont you tell me nothing about my temper/ ill slap your mom so hard itll knock the MOLARS out her dentures/
GRRRR lord knows what''ll happen if i see a mic, and get on-one/
ill dick slap you soo hard your head will cave around my dick
like a biological cond-um/

[daweed]

Yo intel, thats tight dawg

wen me and panther write a rhyme Gs say 'Thats tha ILLest' /
we keepin it Gangsta, we aint no clowns we aint no Prankstas /
cause wen we riding through tha hood, u know that its all good /
and no caps comin my way, cause cats know how we play /
on their heads we placing dots, we in tha ghetto alot /
my pops just hit me - so I snuffed him back /
cause I dont take shit from nobody, leavin' dead bodies to be claimed/
Y'all claimin to be Gs but ur gettin ur chain seized /
all of u is BGs, aint sell no birds and no keys /
so u besta believe, cause I aint for play /
like my dawg from tha bay, he will show u what we call a good day /
cause revenge is tha only thing betta than pussy, so u betta not push me /
cause while ur trying ta roll a joint with sum phony bud /
I be rollin' in a 64 showin' y'all J-cats no luv /
cause like PAC Im heartless, wen it comes to killin' /
cause if u willin', Im tha type ta show u how to get ta heaven /
Im tha type to make sure u got a tag on ur toe /
U'll be dead in a casket, while Im throwin' balls through hoops and baskets /
put me on tha court and Im trouble, more than cube, cause I got myself a quadruple double, I never lose /
I'll teach u how to survive in tha JHB, while my homie Pantha show u 'round tha CPT /
and Sax will show u why niggas is real in Nairobi, yo spanky cum show me, how not to choke in tha oak /
Then lets roll, cause I got ur back, plus a 20 sack, if u hear tha rat-a-tat-tat,
u betta have my tatted back tooo,
cause nobody survive in tha projects alone fool, betta grab ur tool, lets show 'em how we Gs do/
but now that u know, its time ta roll, put on tha 'bangin on wax' CD /
and bring ur ass to cum do a drive by wit me!

Straight out tha JHB!

J-Section 4 Life!