King Los

[fox69]

"Poetry"

"Poetry"


[Verse 1: Los]
She burst in my door and open her trench up,
What was underneath was, all black, and French cut she,
Snatched me by my tie and said, I don't want to hear no shit,
Boots to her thighs like a, sexy super hero bitch she,
Took me by the hand and started, feelin' her breasts and she,
Pushed me on the couch and put her, heel in my chest I,
Unzipping her boots her red toes like candy paint
Knowing she got a man but understanding I'm the man he ain't
I grabbed her by her fucking neck choked her out cuffed her ass
She need to let that sucker go he fuck her slow and cum to fast
Me I put a hit out on that pussy like a mob tie
Than we fuckin till the batteries inside the clocks die
My 6 pack, and my back mean
Lift her on the wall and make a movie she get flat screened
I turnt her to the back and grabbed a fist full of her hair,
I kissed her on the neck and whispered this up in her ear

[Hook: Los]
I said I know you got a man but that nigga ain't as cold as me
She said you got a girl but that bitch can't drop it low as me
All I do is tell her yes (tell her yes) flowetry
That pussy make a nigga wanna snap, poetry haha
Poetry, yea she got that poetry
That pussy get to talkin' to me than it take a hold of me
So all I do is tell her yes (tell her yes) flowetry
That pussy make a nigga wanna snap, poetry

[Verse 2: Los]
Ugh, she's the most dynamic human being her,
Rare beauty confuses with being human means,
Her consistent repetition of purpose leaves me fascinated
She's the definition of perfect, exaggerated
Exclamations and so forth we
Execute exhibitions with no hesitations we go forth our,
Souls lost behind the toast of a wine glass
So desert that nigga and come be my dessert with yo fine ass
The things we bout to do they couldn't show you on the cable box
Whip cream on your body with yo body on my table top
Ain't nothing could make me stop this is my unwritten law
I'm gon beat it up until the neighbors knock and pictures fall
Leave them curtains open just incase they love watching,
This episode of me holding you love hostage,
Blind folded, rope hands
I keep you fiending for this pipe jus call me dope man

[Hook: Los]
I said I know you got a man but that nigga ain't as cold as me
She said you got a girl but that bitch can't drop it low as me
All I do is tell her yes (tell her yes) flowetry
That pussy make a nigga wanna snap, poetry haha
Poetry, yea she got that poetry
That pussy get to talkin' to me than it take a hold of me
So all I do is tell her yes (tell her yes) flowetry
That pussy make a nigga wanna snap, poetry

[Verse 3: Los]
Mama got a itty bitty little black skirt on
I love to see them tig ol bitties with a half shirt on
She lookin ridiculous when she getting that flirt on
Look at them lips they just, looking so mischievous
Look at them cheeks they just, looking so de-licious
Whenever she switches, make her say she the shit,
Ready to leave your chick, can you believe this shit,
Now you gotta strip down, let me me see this shit
Yeah my mind we strictly freakin it flippin it, beatin it,
Lickin it, eatin it,
Stickin my dick in a different position
And hittin the rhythm gettin you outta that Vicki secret shit
Do you wanna slow it down, take it slow,
Fuckin from the bed down to the floor
Do it to the rhythm getting down to the flow
You already know, bitch I know this dick like whoa
No black rob, get clapped on, no clap off, I don't slack off
I go in, don't back off, cause I go deep, no Brett Favre
I'm so Viking, and he so lame that's so like him,
I'm so Biggie she's so like Kim and he got faith
Trying to be a bad boy but he got mased
And we be bumpin summer rain she go low like submarines
I go in so deep I leave her Weezy I'm a "Stunna Man"
I tell her thank you, come again,
No I mean before you leave I'm gon make you cum again

[Hook: Los]
I said I know you got a man but that nigga ain't as cold as me
She said you got a girl but that bitch can't drop it low as me
All I do is tell her yes (tell her yes) flowetry
That pussy make a nigga wanna snap, poetry haha
Poetry, yea she got that poetry
That pussy get to talkin' to me than it take a hold of me
So all I do is tell her yes (tell her yes) flowetry
That pussy make a nigga wanna snap, poetry

 

[fox69]

"Postcards"
(feat. Mickey Shiloh)

"Postcards"
(feat. Mickey Shiloh)



[Mickey Shiloh:]
Yeah
We ain't got nothin' for these haters
But some postcards, ha, postcards
King Los
Yeah...

[Mickey Shiloh & Los:]
(Tell them you'll need this)
We shittin' on the game, by the time they hear this
We be probably sittin' on a plane, waving by
(Tell them you'll need this)
See you, fuck up out my lane, that's the perfect time to exit
Nigga fuck up out the game, like
(Tell them you'll need this)
Rings on, King shit, throne shit
Bow down I got rings on, I'm like
(Tell them we'll need this)
Go hard, we ain't, got nothin'
For bitch niggas but postcards
(Postcards, postcards, postcards)
We ain't got nothin' for bitch niggas
But postcards (postcards)

[Los:]
Ugh, in one week I see two, three jets
Zoned like a 2-3, Gucci sweats
I'm a trapper keeper keep that loose leaf fresh
That's packs of paper, stacks of acres
I mack, you [?] I'm rap's new savior
I should tattoo haters on my nuts cause that's where they be
Yeah they be, trynna follow me and be ahead of me
Seventy, severed Chevrolet and bumpin' Heavy D, steadily
I just get my mack on nigga, never back out
Never turn my back on niggas, I just black on niggas
Like lights out, iced out, if these niggas way beyond my motherfuckin' wipeout
Niggas ain't trill, ain't built like this
This my real life bitch I pay bills like this
I just feel like I could make mills like shiiit
So I shit mills (meals) out while you feel like shit
Chill, you don't want none of this here
I summon this here, this my summer this year
And I'm stuntin' this year on a pj
How the fuck I make it out without a DJ, woah

[Mickey Shiloh & Los:]
(Tell them you'll need this)
We shittin' on the game, by the time they hear this
We be probably sittin' on a plane, waving by
(Tell them you'll need this)
See you, fuck up out my lane, that's the perfect time to exit
Nigga fuck up out the game, like
(Tell them you'll need this)
Rings on, King shit, throne shit
Bow down I got rings on, I'm like
(Tell them we'll need this)
Go hard, we ain't, got nothin'
For bitch niggas but postcards
(Postcards, postcards, postcards)
We ain't got nothin' for bitch niggas
But postcards (postcards)

[Los:]
I'm somewhere under Palm Trees
With a blonde piece within arm's reach
Y'all niggas ain't blowin' that strong either
I had a little talk with a palm reader
Say money, money, money, money
Coins, coins, cash, scrilla
Drop, lamb, got, damn
Going, going, fast, nigga
Zoom, I'm somewhere on the moon lookin' down
You [?] stuck somewhere in the room lookin' round
Who cookin' now? Me (Ugh)
Who the fuck thought it could be [?] (You)
B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T-I-N-G, I can see
A lot of that comin' from your clique right now
So I'm writin' postcards in this bitch right now
Like ugh, next time you see me I'll probably be different
I told you niggas
You can run back and tell the whole fuckin' city when you saw me
I was lookin' like a whole new nigga
King

[Mickey Shiloh & Los:]
(Tell them you'll need this)
We shittin' on the game, by the time they hear this
We be probably sittin' on a plane, waving by
(Tell them you'll need this)
See you, fuck up out my lane, that's the perfect time to exit
Nigga fuck up out the game, like
(Tell them you'll need this)
Rings on, King shit, throne shit
Bow down I got rings on, I'm like
(Tell them we'll need this)
Go hard, we ain't, got nothin'
For bitch niggas but postcards
(Postcards, postcards, postcards)
We ain't got nothin' for bitch niggas
But postcards (postcards)

(Tell them you'll need this)
We shittin' on the game, by the time they hear this
We be probably sittin' on a plane, waving by
(Tell them you'll need this)
See you, fuck up out my lane, that's the perfect time to exit
Nigga fuck up out the game, like
(Tell them you'll need this)
Rings on, King shit, throne shit
Bow down I got rings on, I'm like
(Tell them we'll need this)
Go hard, we ain't, got nothin'
For bitch niggas but postcards
(Postcards, postcards, postcards)
We ain't got nothin' for bitch niggas
But postcards (postcards)

 

[fox69]

"Poundcake Freestyle"

"Poundcake Freestyle"


To recognize the genius I am
You'd have to have one foot on Venus to even visit these arenas I'm in
Now did I say arenas or Serena's?
I kill shit, Venus/Serena's, I kill shit, I Gilbert Arenas
I'm ill with' the skill with', the skill with'
If this the shit that I build
When I'm buildin' a buildin' built with a billion builders
That's buildin' a buildin' on top of this one
No feelin' is toppin' this one
No villain is stoppin' this one
That'd be a dark night, won't it?
While overlookin' my city, had a Dark Knight moment
I'm overlookin' my city, same city that overlooked me
Now it's back to back tours, cause cities just overbook me
Speaking of Dark Knight, I know some jokers that scheme
Cause I done blew up somethin' sick like the openin' scene
Not to mention, nobody gon mention you this year
You just a joker, I really made the pencil disappear
I got that Edgar Allen Poe flow, bars like a bear trap
Shakespeare's only rebuttal would be a head scratch
I haven't been amateur, ever, never
Iambic pentameter, clever, better
Nobody even seems this deep
I got niggas stayin' awoke to put my dreams to sleep
But, watch me maneuver
New maroon drop for my jewel
I need moon rocks for my mule, I'm the future
Tell these niggas I need my proper spot
They a bunch of Papa Docs and Chocolate Drops
My 16's proper, give me my props or not
I went Pac at 16 when my Pops was shot
Uh, it left my mind out of place
I guess that's why in my rhymes, I spend time out of space
So, I speak life, rappers talk
Can't be a rap God if you've never rapped for God
Uh, gotta be close to him like the woman in The Bible who felt she could be blessed just to grab his cloth
Uh, bulletin: we full of sin
If we wade in the water, the weight of it might pull us in
They, fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Can't fake what you ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't
Wait, if you're searchin' for a way, wait
I made a way, all my homies used to weigh weight
Brakes, pump your brake, brake, brake, brakes
Niggas break in and take, they don't take breaks
I can't fail, I don't believe in it
You don't possess humble nor obedience
Comedians told me that I wouldn't fly
I remember losin' family members and I wouldn't cry
Nigga if you had wooden eyes
You could see I'm fly in my future, so why wouldn't I?
I'm too good, these niggas good and high
Boys in the hood don't rock with' you Cuba Goodin' guys
Niggas on that "be alike" shit
Guess they "copy, paste" us cause we the right clique
Uh, get it? Right click, copy, paste?
Life hit a rocky phase, ice wrist, Versace shade
White whip, a hockey blade, grill like a hockey mask
Chop it like a hockey stick, niggas pop it to pocket cash
Talkin' bout you poppin' gas, runnin' with' those sloppy cats
Same suckas probably be watchin' you get your pockets tapped
Fuck all that cocky shit, where I'm from they cocking straps
Think you wavy 'til you get hit with 8 in your stocking cap
But, I choose to excel
Made my old ex mad, gave my new ex hell
Went from no X to one X to two X, well
I been nice since my tee shirt was 2XL
Yeah that's XX, like two exes ago
But it's still all love like X's and O's
Cause at some point, we feel we have exes who owe
You know an explanation why they made an exit, and oh
If you think I'm talkin' bout my exes, come on, man
Tell XXL they've got one more chance
But, man I law low
If I ain't on ya list, then that bitch should not exist, Manti Te'o
I'm anti A-roll, that shit they puttin' up corny
Tell these niggas they ain't good enough to bore me
I'm just paintin' so y'all see the story
I can't be guarded in rap, to God be the glory
King

 

[fox69]

"Pour Out My Heart"

"Pour Out My Heart"


[Verse:]
Nigga I don't sleep or wink, Sneeze or blink
I pour my heart into this shit, Man I bleed through it
I'm quick to leave the page bloody
Momma had a handsome boy but I was raised ugly
Though I stayed lucky, Roamed like a stray puppy
Through these cold streets, Realized death was the consequence of most beef
Los keep ya head up, Don't get sidetracked
See niggas ride out and get a hospital ride back
Besides that, I was born in the west
Raised in the east, Man I stayed in the streets
Played with the heat, That's a dangerous game
Me and my cousin used to chase strangers with the banger
Rages of my anger came, Fucked around played with cane
I was helpin out, I ain't see it as a major thing
But to him, It was all he had
No father, The streets is what he called his dad
Shit, Mad at the world now
16 years old, This street life
God damn, This thing here it's cold
But fuck it, Throw on ya hoody and thug it
Come out early and hug ya strip like you love it
If you want it, Nigga please
This shits addictive like nicotine
Money clothes and hoes, The lifestyle that a nigga fiend
The bigger dream was in me, Deeper than a demons envy
No sleepin on these certain niggas, They just seemin friendly
Niggas be schemin plenty, But dig my logic
For some strange reason, I felt safe in the projects
Had to wait for the process, Digest this life
To much to take it all in in one bite
I pour out my heart

 

[fox69]

"Power Freestyle"

"Power Freestyle"


Okay, yeah, it just became unfair, let's go
Burberry button downs fly poppin collas
Bonafide hustlas never stop clockin dollas
Pineapple candy painted drop top Impalas
And none of that ain't comin till I drop outta college
Cause no one man should have all this knowledge
Of intricate articulate evolved and polished
With theories of philosophers and laws of scholars
A whole heart full of go hard no coward
I'm high no hydro
I'm fly no pilot
I'm gone no goodbye
On fire no hydrant
I'm fresh no Trident
Cool as an after dinner mint
Strong no Altoid
Fuck with me no intimate
My flow is like intuition
It's oh so intuitive
Me a tell ya to your face
No choice who the truest is
I'm balling like Julius, Erving
Disturbing the peace
Ya'll niggas so ludacris
You losing I'm lucrative
It's foolishness
If you ain't tryin to hook up with me
That would be a giant look
Giants look up to me
And if your sleeping on me son you done chose your death
I'm so hot I slept on the sun and almost froze to death
Shootin till no foes is left
Shootin till no opponents left
Hatin niggas hold your breath
If you waiting for Los to F
A-I-l, but I saved myself
Niggas thought I wouldn't get up
From the way I fell
They say damn Los what's takin so long the game trippin
Use to ask my momma the same thing on Thanksgiving
And just like she told me I gots to keep it real
And say nigga when it's time for us to eat we will
Now I'm writin 3 wills for sucka bustas and lames
R.I.P. to all you niggas that's fuckin up in the game
I'm coming cuff in your change
When I'm coming tuck in your chains
I'm coming up in your lane
When I come you cuffin your dame
I'm somethin fuckin insane
Leave her suckin fuckin a train
I fucked her up in the brain
Make her suckin fuckin the train
It's nothing, to take it back to all black, black clothes
Black on black and pitch black on the scaffold
All black, mask black, new fly Izod
Black suitcase, black rooftop tripod
Black Ray-Ban's, Black album in my iPod
Then black out and let the shooter back out, my God

 

[fox69]

"Put You On To Game"

"Put You On To Game"


Ayo, we cop shit, rock shit ya spouse might like
And cock shit that can see inside ya house like Skype
Niggas catch you in that mint BM with tin plates
And it's lights out like ten P.M. for inmates
You nice? A lil' bit, I Ikes and kill shit
The way Zero bringin' heat, I might be Gilbert
Real shit, while you takin' a crunch
My name's ringin' so my chain swingin'
Like a bullet takin' your lunch
If I was broke you wouldn't hate me as much
Plus your girl want me to rip her guts out
Like I'm breakin' the dutch
Rare flow, I spew fire comin' with persistence
Zero, the new highest number in existence
Said I, young sir super fly
Compared to a guy, what, where, who and why?
Come stare suicide in the eyes
Cause my suicide doors make ya whore
Let me tear through her thighs
Got a bad yellow bitch with an enormous booty
Say I always duck her out like jury duty
Yeah she J-Lo pretty and Kimora snooty
But the bitch stay trippin' like a horror movie
I Carrie's these bitches, they could never mean more
I put it in deep, give her somethin' to Scream 4
I shove it down her throat like "Girl, that's all you"
Then made her eyes water until she Saw 2
She be frontin' like a classy little thing
But I Know What She Did Last Summer
So she bett' not ask me for a Ring
I'm pimpin', she know what the F it is
You wanna see somebody throw up green
Bitch, you better watch The Exorcist
See, my profession is Louie high toppin'
Drop toppin', watch rockin', gwap clockin'
Your profession is cop callin'
Spot watchin' to deny ballin'
Shot stoppin', cock blockin'
My hobbies is bad bitches, grab riches
Black dishes on Maserati's – my option
Ya hobbies is to snap pictures
Of trap niggas and have snitches
Talk to the feds – stop jockin'
This time I'm a properly do it – You gotta be bored
Surrounded by squares like a Monopoly board
I know these haters want ya boy chalked
Cause it really ain't a game when
I'm stayin' at hotels at the board walk
Uh, yeah, and guess who the landlord?
Stand and ovate, J, gimme a hand for it
See the rent due, and we so vicious
You can charge it to the game with Zero interest
Bitch

 

[fox69]

"Racks In My Pocket"

"Racks In My Pocket"


Rollin' in my drop bumpin' 9 Piece
I just spent a dime on my time piece
Ridin' in my whip with a dime piece

I got racks in my pocket
Racks in my pocket
Racks in my pocket
Yeah, I got racks in my pocket
She got a big'ol ass, big'ol ass
When she hit the stage them other hoes don't get no cash
Now work that pole, work that pole, bitch
Work that, work that pole, bitch
Work that pole, work that pole, bitch
Work that, work that pole, bitch
I got Racks in my pocket
Racks in my pocket
Racks in my pocket
Yeah, I got racks in my pocket

Okay she bust it open for me and said "I'm your biggest fan, Los"
Bitch I got these notes on me, call me Luther Vandross
Feel like I'm on tour the way I travel with these bands, though
So act like this a soccer game and do it with no hands, ho
She stand straight up and make it clap like 'that's right that's right that's right that's right'
She can pop one cheek and bring the other one back like 'left right left right left right left right'
She wind it up real slow, I'm like 'oh mama, oh mama'
Cause she shoot up them polls just like Obama, Obama
You don't know no bitch, that'll work for cash like her
Just to rock a Birkin bag like her
But that bitch can't twerk that ass like her
You don't know no bitch that won't dare trip
She can kill a bum bitch with a hair flip
Yeah, bitch, I said hair flip
She can kill a bum bitch with a hair flip
Her gears sick, pussy tight
She don't really hang with pussy type
Like 'em [?], not a pussy type
So you know I had to show her what my hood be like
I just took my girl and put her up in something kitted
So if you want this money baby girl just come and get it

I got racks in my pocket
Racks in my pocket
Racks in my pocket
Yeah, I got racks in my pocket
She got a big'ol ass, big'ol ass
When she hit the stage them other hoes don't get no cash
Now work that pole, work that pole, bitch
Work that, work that pole, bitch
Work that pole, work that pole, bitch
Work that, work that pole, bitch
I got Racks in my pocket
Racks in my pocket
Racks in my pocket
Yeah, I got racks in my pocket

She say she only like girls, but she let me in
Cause I keep it G that's why they screaming "Gee, let's be friends"
Now I'm laid up in the crib with three lesbians
I got game all day bitch I should work for ESPN
I said "I'm a make it rain bitch", make that pussy go 'pow'
All these stacks I'm throwing up, you gone need a snow plow
In my Kevin Hart voice "It's about to go down"
She pop it like she from the motherfucking motherland
While I pop fucking rubber band off another band
I'm bossin', I'm flossin'
You talkin', I toss it
Throw racks around that bitch feel like she walked in a closet
She wind it up slow I'm like 'oh mama, oh mama'
Cause she shoot up them polls just like Obama, Obama
You don't know no bitch, that can make a nigga drop the change like her
Just to cop the Range like her
But the bitch can't pop the thang like her
You don't know no bitch that won't [?]
That can kill a bum bitch with a hair flip
Her gears sick, and she don't fear shit
So if you want this money come here, bitch

I got racks in my pocket
Racks in my pocket
Racks in my pocket
Yeah, I got racks in my pocket
She got a big'ol ass, big'ol ass
When she hit the stage them other hoes don't get no cash
Now work that pole, work that pole, bitch
Work that, work that pole, bitch
Work that pole, work that pole, bitch
Work that, work that pole, bitch
I got Racks in my pocket
Racks in my pocket
Racks in my pocket
Yeah, I got racks in my pocket

 

[fox69]

"Ransom Freestyle"

"Ransom Freestyle"


Alright I'm on 'em like Click Clock Red Dot
One flinch fifth pop head-shot
Rap is mine Hip-Hop headlock
Time is money tick tock bread drop
Red drop top down while she top me off
Cause I make the paper double like I'm running copies off
Keep running circles around rappers and ill be signed
But ill be dammed if it looking like an Audi sign
Fuck it, Pop some bottles it's party time
My flow over niggas heads like an Arby's sign
Where they do that at?
I'm from where they doing it at
I'm probably up in Gucci coppin' everything you pointing at
Wrapping rubberbands around Knots on niggas
So your bitch follow me when she not on Twitter
You know I keep a chick or Two
Just trying to bring a chick or more
Known to take 3 chicks and put 'em in a figure 4
Boy, you can see the game through this artist eyes
I pushing yellow school buses I got retarded Drive
I'm from the bottom
I font give two fucks
Broke up with my bitch and all I needed was tooth brush
Give me some polo V-necks and some new chucks
And I can make a couple hundred thousand out of 2 bucks
Little kids screaming "Los bring the roof back"
And when it disappear they screaming "Los bring the roof back"
I'll have your Ho parting thighs in my new V
I had your whole starting 5 in the 2-3
I'll bitch your starters and make them start to bitch
I bench you starters and make you start your Bench
Nigga I start the bentley and garage the 6
Hook up with yo broads at 5 and manarge at 6
5... 4... 3... 2... Uno
Click push Weight like we do sumo
Wrestling no question los flexing don't test him
Ya'll niggas got no bitches, no bottles, no section
And I ain't got no pity, no sorrow, no remorse
I'm married to the mothafucking money no divorce
She mourse she dripping, she wet, she cumming, she told her girlfriend she said "next time she coming"
A long cause I make her cum A long time
Til it sounds like shes humming a song of mine
When a ace on the table, jokers get they queen took
Beat her with the Dope dick leave her with the fiend look
Drop-top Mazi's on asanit's that's a mean look
3/4 sleeve Gucci button down, Clean look
Riding with a redbone, look the way her team look
So you better bet it's going down like a kareem hook
Yeah I went to milli-ons and not the that green took
.3 ghetto Dope bitch I let it the thing cook, uh

 

[fox69]

"Reppin'"

"Reppin'"


[Chorus:]
I'm throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I'm just doing it for my section
I'm reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I'm reppin for the crib
Yea I'm reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cause you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?

[Verse 1:]
LOS!
I'm out that back up, back up
Get away from the blaka blaka, get it straight
Niggas need to get a cake, get the crack in the day,
Put crack in the cat, push back to the Yay
Where they hug blocks, buww shots,
Hustle all day, scream fuck cops
Run shots, hitting in the hole
Niggas ain't never had enough guap
What pops? household?
Niggas ain't never had a whole house
Lights off, red dude
Landlord said we gotta roll out
And it's cold out, what the fuck
Roll out, button up
Zone out, toughen up
No doubt, fuck is up
Uh, my niggas get it from them Cuban dudes
Push squares on blocks, then flip them like a rubiks cube!
Before I took a milli it was silly on the beat
Keep it trilly, man my niggas had a milli in the streets
There's some things about my past that feel really incomplete
But if you stomping me to death you couldn't kill me with the feet
I'm from Baltimore city ain't nobody stopping this flight
Best rapper alive, you don't like it, we could fist fight

[Chorus:]
I'm throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I'm just doing it for my section
I'm reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I'm reppin for the crib
Yea I'm reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cause you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?

[Verse 2:]
Uh
Ok, I'm form where that drama come, around just like karma come
Back around, just ask around, no backing down, we palm a gun
I've been on my money chase, momma hear them commas come,
So I could fill up banks at the crib, like I'm Carlton
I got the will to survive and they can't live,
The bitches switch characters on niggas like Aunt Viv
The Crown Ain't Safe, ya'll niggas just dense
Ya'll want to know who took it, I left you Fresh Prince
Flip that shit, till I get that coupe
Hit that stripper to get that loot
Whip that soda on the side, yea that chicken noodle soup
Make them fiends harlem shake, but they never fall down
I'm the big deal from a small town

[Chorus:]
I'm throwing up my hood in every city that I step in
Swagga on killa, automatic weapon
Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession
As the world turns I'm just doing it for my section
I'm reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib
Reppin for the crib, yea I'm reppin for the crib
Yea I'm reppin for that four one, for that four one
Cause you know I had to do it for my section
Where you from?

 

[fox69]

"Romans Revenge Freestyle"

"Romans Revenge Freestyle"


Oh My God stand back you can not be serious
A box of tampax could'ntstop me period
I be killin every track so the slaying never stops
I just bang bang bang like the Wayans brothers pops
Will I take a brothers spot?
Don't cops hate
Niggas don't paper cover rock?
Don't rock break scissors?
Don't I say the sickest shit?
Make a crictic shit
In his britches
Make british bitch
Send me titty fit
Go shorty it's your birthday
Gave her 50 cent
No bucks no bank yup shits ridiculous
Haters finna get back
3 feet'll get that 3 feet pushed back
3 feet I meet the track
Like track meet actor
Least break the record
So who ever made it after
Me's takin second
Take a second recognize the motherfuckin level I am on
2nd place is only good when you buying homes
So wathcu buyin homes, Impalas on polished chrome
YES! cause a nigga got necks like collar bones
(Uh uh) I be crushin them faggots
And my bars O.D but I'm a functionin' addict
Catch a nigga in my lane and I'm a dust em in traffic
I'm a dead beat dad I don't fuck with you bastards
I got one.22, two loaded clips
Three.45′s, 6 shots and a couple of caskets
Then I snatch that flashback backtrack
Black hat backpack black ac blap blap blap blap
Wack rap cats, the nat nats from cats that black lac' all black snap back my cash stack
I'm past that the point of no return
If a nigga snitchin on me then that pointer don't return
I knock his mask off that nigga stealin from me
And I chop his hands off thans his pointer don't return
Burn from the fire of my litter richer
Study this it might make you a little richer
Great balls of fire no little richard
I'm cut too big for your little brithces
My truck to big for your little bridges
My nuts too big for you little bitches
To suck on so get the fuck on or fuck off
Your heart disappear when it's war time no love loss
Wuddup dog mention me I get gung-ho
Getcha haters up like me and Miss Munroe
One more time for my niggas in the jungle
Your an ant I could make a lion say uncle
Fester invest in the vest I'm the bester
Blessed her mic like mike like Drexler
I love ropes and rings I might like wrestlers
I'm restless I jump on the mic quite reckless
Etch-a-sketch watch with the light bright neckless
All yellow avirex bright white lexus
Knock your block off not quite like tetris
Throw my bone out to your wife like fetch this
Question whatever the question is I'm the answer
But put this on repeat I don't miss a beat I'm a dancer
Answer me this how many you niggas jus can't believe this I smash this jesus