Snoop, Kwame and his artist Beyond Belief visit Angela Yee and Leah Rose up at Lip Service Radio.
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on Wednesday, November 18th, 2009 at 8:53 pm
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November 18th, 2009 at 8:55 pm
who got that new snoop track?
November 18th, 2009 at 8:55 pm
this 150k talk on 50 is killin me lol
He will do 350k plus…just watch.
I know the haters are mad.
November 18th, 2009 at 8:58 pm
He will do 350k plus…just watch.
^get real.
November 18th, 2009 at 8:58 pm
live a clean life, I don’t even steal cable
I speak for myslef, my niggaz will slay you
Lucky us, this rap done worked out fine
FEDs, check me out, it’s no dirt y’all find
This King Of New York shit only last 15 minutes
Every nigga get burned, but it’s what you did with it
Niggas who brillant, came in and killed it
Made millions ever three months, new jury
I’m low, smoking blueberry, with a ho
Who know a few scary individuals eerie as she gets into it
Squares they into voodoo
She says a Hail Mary and she says she knew who
Would come and try to kill you too
November 18th, 2009 at 8:58 pm
A real story, not made up lyrics
See I was — born in sewage, born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit – I kept arms
38 longs inside my mom’s Buick
At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news
Iron cuffs – arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid
Shit, I’m goin through it – mom dukes too
Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it
My life is gettin too wild
I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it
Bout to lose it; voices screamin “Don’t do it!”
It’s like ’93, ’94, bout the year
that Big and Mag dropped; and “Illmatic” rocked
outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked
Everybody doin ‘em, I’m still scratchin on the block
like “Damn; I’ma be a failure”
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug – paraphenalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts
Tryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin
So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait!
It gets worse, baby momma water burst
Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on
Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb
Don’t worry, if it was meant to be, it’ll be — soon
November 18th, 2009 at 8:59 pm
you mad 456, you stil learnin how to count how do you know what im talkin bout?
November 18th, 2009 at 9:01 pm
Seriously, if 50 do 200k or less…. Naah, I can’t see it.
>> I wonder why Interscope won’t implore the same tactics Def Jam used to sell K.C.. *gulps two hatorades*
Instead of speculating i’ll wait for the results..
Ice stop egging these stans to go out and triple cop.. LMAO.
November 18th, 2009 at 9:02 pm
real shit, not made up
come from the housin tenement buildings
Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death
Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell
Though I owe to it my success
With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal’
I would think I’m a part of U.S.A. and be proud
Confronted with racism, started to feel foreign
Like, the darker you are the realer your problems
I reached for the stars but I just kept slippin
On this life mission, never know what’s next
Ancient kings from Egypt, up to Julius Caeser
Had a piece of the globe, every continent
Yo, there’s Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan
Pakistan, America, Afghanstan
Yo, there’s Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabics
Call a truce, world peace, stop actin like savages
No war, we should take time and think
The bombs and tanks makes mankind extinct
But since the beginning of time it’s been men with arms fightin
Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then?
Must it go on, we must stop the killin
Tell me why we die, we all God’s children
November 18th, 2009 at 9:03 pm
beans needs to do a track with r.kels. . .
November 18th, 2009 at 9:03 pm
Dear ma, I’m in the cell, lonely as hell
Writin this scribe, thinkin bout how you must feel inside
You tried to teach me better, but I refused to grow
God damn I ain’t the young man that you used to know
You said the street claim lives, but I wanted things like
bling bling ice I was wrong in hindsight
Shit we grew apart, try to blame it on your new spouse
I know it hurt like hell the day you kicked me out
But your house is your house, I ain’t respect the rules
I brought crack past your door, beefed with rival crews
And who wants to be the mother of a son who sold drugs
Co-workers saw me on the corner slingin Larry Love
Meanwhile, you workin hard like, two or three jobs
Tryin to feed me and my siblings, makin an honest livin
Who am I kiddin I, call myself easin the load
I made the load heavy, I need money for commissary
Try to understand, please
November 18th, 2009 at 9:03 pm
live a clean life, I don’t even steal cable
I speak for myslef, my niggaz will slay you
Lucky us, this rap done worked out fine
FEDs, check me out, it’s no dirt y’all find
This King Of New York shit only last 15 minutes
Every nigga get burned, but it’s what you did with it
Niggas who brillant, came in and killed it
Made millions ever three months, new jury
I’m low, smoking blueberry, with a ho
Who know a few scary individuals eerie as she gets into it
Squares they into voodoo
She says a Hail Mary and she says she knew who
Would come and try to kill you too
>> You keep telling me this, and telling me that.. Sing along..
…. Practice what you…
Roffler.
Thanks for the entertainment. off to the crib
November 18th, 2009 at 9:04 pm
ill cop 3 copies of BISD, one for the crib, one for the whip, and one for the collection. BISD>>>>>>>
November 18th, 2009 at 9:05 pm
How many ninjas wanted to tell they baby mom this
It ain’t like, I ain’t tell you from day one, I ain’t shit
When it comes to relationships, I don’t have the patience
Now it’s too late, we got a little life together
and in my mind I really want you to be my wife forever
But in the physical it’s like I’ma be trife forever
A different girl every night forever; told you to leave
but you’re stubborn and you love him and,
no matter what despite all the fuckin and the cheatin,
you still won’t leave him, now you’re grievin
And I feel bad, believe me
But I’m young and I ain’t ready, and this ain’t easy
Wasn’t fair to tell you to wait, so I told you to skate
You chose not to, now look at the shit we gotta go through
Doin a fight, throw in a fuss, you the mother of my baby
I don’t want you to hate me, this is about us
Rather me; I ain’t ready to be what you want me to be
Because I love you, I want you to leave, please
November 18th, 2009 at 9:05 pm
The fuck is going on with pasting all these lyrics?????
Settle down you little cunts.
November 18th, 2009 at 9:06 pm
ill cop 3 copies of BISD, one for the crib, one for the whip, and one for the collection. BISD>>>>>>>
^^Two-Times?????
November 18th, 2009 at 9:06 pm
50 cent ran out of things to say and the buying public knows it. his rein on the top was short like leprechauns
November 18th, 2009 at 9:08 pm
456 Says:
November 18th, 2009 at 9:06 pm
50 cent ran out of things to say and the buying public knows it. his rein on the top was short like leprechauns
^^^
co signs and does the tony yayo dance
November 18th, 2009 at 9:09 pm
POETRY
ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I’M ONE MAN
WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND
Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical
Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do
Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz’ll move on you
only if they know, what your weakness is I have none
Too late to grab guns I’m blastin cause I’m a cool nigga
Thought I wouldn’t have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz
What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin
War gets deep, some beef is everlastin
Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other
up in prison yards, drama, where does it start?
You know the block was ill as a youngster
Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster
For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name
Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain
Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished
Shoulda knew she wasn’t true she came to me when her man caught a sentence
Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes
Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight
Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real
Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal?
This is crazy, I’m on the right track I’m finally found
You need some soul searchin, the time is now
November 18th, 2009 at 9:11 pm
You dudes just like to pray on another mans downfall.
Straight up bitches.
iceberg” YAY 50 LOST”
456″ LETS CELEBRATE THIS MANS LOSS
what part of the game is this?
November 18th, 2009 at 9:12 pm
# 456 Says:
November 18th, 2009 at 8:58 pm
He will do 350k plus…just watch.
^get real.
^^^^^
church on the move.
November 18th, 2009 at 9:14 pm
# Nasty Nas aka seafood lover Says:
November 18th, 2009 at 9:04 pm
ill cop 3 copies of BISD, one for the crib, one for the whip, and one for the collection. BISD>>>>>>>
^^^^^
He is gonna send you a BISD poster for a job well done. :)
November 18th, 2009 at 9:16 pm
REAL TALK
i got a question why they hatin on me,
i got a question why they hatin on me
i aint did nuthin to em, but count this money
and put my team on, now my whole clique stunnin
boy wassup, yeeeea
when i was 9 years old, i put it in ma head
that imma die for this gold
boy wassup, yeeeea
hopped up out tha bed
turn ma swag on
took a look in tha mirror said wassup
yeeeeea im gettin money
im back again,
i know a lot of yall thought i wasn’t coming back…
yeeeeea, yeeeea
i had to prove them wrong,
got back in the studio and came up with another hit
yeeeeea, yeeeea
I told the world my story, the world where im from
yeeeeea, yeeeea