a pimp

Wazzup my names Timmy, I'm crazy, the earth just don't phase me,
God sent me here to please the ladies, and i praise the, ain't no nigga gonna mess wit' me, i'm a p.i.m.p. a real G, I ain't no Bruce lee, But i do got a gun to shoot he, who get in the way of me,with my m16, bust a cap, punch u if u act, 'cause lil' T ain't get down like dat, i don't give a crap, come over here girls sit on daddy's lap, 'cause i'm a real mack, and I'm packed, staying geed up, pulling dat weed up,got something to say, say it to my face, you lil' pussy, ur just a big disgrace, slap u with a maze, push a button and blo' ur butt up like u just got erased, where's the lawyer isn't this his case, oh well must of killed him to, i got alot of problems, my number 1 is u, y don't u get a clue, 'cause ur clueless isn't this true, ooo sorry must have burned his house down to, boohoo! No halfstepping Niggas got any thing on me, from the T to the I to the mmy, a true pimp and doesn't even gotta try, take ur butt to 8 mile and take out my nine, it really doesn't matter 'cause your just another live, people going out to war trying to survive, but if u've been around like me, you'll see that i'm a thug, and don't need a hug to lighten up, i just gotta watch my back, smoke that good grass, nigga lemme have sum, pass, nigga we ain't playin' , hear wut i'm saying, we get that weed, run from 5 0, those stupid pig hoes, were just niggas on the streets, stealing stuff to eat, do it til' we get beat, some people think were cool, and others think were fools, but were really just trying to make it through, this harsh life and world to, move on and hope that we, don't have any misery, so if u hear us talking 'bout our life, its not that we're not treating it right, it's just that it's a fright, so we stay strapped and prepared, for people that don't care, so even if ur life is going good, sumthing can still happen and it would, so just be ready for any thing stay steady, 'cause life can be a war like when jason vs. freddy. this is my message to u players, cop haters, girl daters, backstabbers and traders, girl layers, and cash runnin' payers. [/b]

allstatta what? who the fuck is this nigga? must be nine or or something jesus that was wack! i mean really. come back when u like 18 ok?

guest said:

this man speaks tha truth, comeback when u grow tha fuck up young'n

guest said:

this man speaks what he knows not, keep dropping ya thang, practice makes perfect

don try to give tha hopeless hope coz thas jus lyin to dem nahmean. be honest to tha young gunner an maybe he can build from there, and by tha way homie get ya own thang goin get off mines i.e handle ya own name an stop bitin off mines

Now this is one mind rattling conversation!! You b smart n shit, g u whak on tha sh_t fa rel an no ly fool i bum u crak pipe r ufel ing it o G!

yo 1 i don't know if you talkin to me but jus coz u typin in bold red don't mean you sayin anything. cave ass bitch runnin his mouth tryin to be somethin, ''your mother shoulda swallowed you!"

Gun-CLAP said:

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: funny shit

Dun f*ck that weak shit// i spit rap... when dudes 'bout swallowin' nukah squirt// same lyricly hollow tip spit// pirp taste me on ur girl lips//
How u think ur style could shake me/like Kelis u milkshake baby//
drink u out of a straw// u that small... see pebbles' been ur highes level// i seam to walk on u, spit at u an' piss when drunk of o' Henny// been spittin' on cold steel since bubs hit clubs an' huns drop panties// now fools got loud last nukah came feable.. cripple now crawls on crutches/oh who still coughin'?// not long see nukahz choke on stick slurpin'// i'm not ur average i spit summin' savage// 4 sure not that rah rah street garbage.

Yall wake da fuk up naaaaah.......

yo u the 1 needin' to wake the f**k up nigga, that shit doesn't even rhyme bitch, take ur lil' rap shit bak, cuz u need some more god damn practice :twisted:

I need little ass sweet nukkas like u// wit mouth still pumped full of gue// talk shit but cant back spit// all up on nukkah face..like stank pussy i'd never taste// now where's ya science at kid... focus rhymes dont punchline no more// u got it twisted like late beers' 4 bitch dun fake nukkas get crippled yo!// seen hoes jus' like u..in back alleys drop on both knees but not 2 propose// i impose a ban against fake rappers// at least stay five miles from nearest mike an' learn bars.

Knoka

fuck that come back when u 18 im 16 and ill kill any of u niggas on the flow seriously