Jam Posted July 15, 2009 Report Share Posted July 15, 2009 Gunplay >>>>>>>>Merkers. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FANTA Posted July 16, 2009 Report Share Posted July 16, 2009 Gunplay >>>>>>>>Merkers. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Roy Batty Posted July 16, 2009 Report Share Posted July 16, 2009 Is that the same crackhead looking guy who got knocked out on the pavement in public view? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RYDER. Posted July 16, 2009 Report Share Posted July 16, 2009 ^ yes,that "You DO It,YOU,You DO it DO-DO" guy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Young £ Posted August 16, 2009 Report Share Posted August 16, 2009 concert tickets link Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
neeko Posted September 14, 2009 Report Share Posted September 14, 2009 mayweather u MUNKEY!!http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/vide...2z6ys9R5u43B2Q9 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
streets. Posted September 14, 2009 Report Share Posted September 14, 2009 I got a feelin nigga, really that my money be the rootLook up at the stars, she like, "Honey, where the roof?"Pull up, hear the dogs, canarie, they goin woofEven once had a job pourin tar up on a roofDat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truthSo now when I manage and get massaged it's the proofProof's in the pudding and that baking soda takinPaper that'll make her gotta take them photos nakedListenin to niggaz like whistlin at Wendy WilliamsI flip my middle finger, I'm chillin on twenty millionThe rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin at the topThese hoes so excited, so they catchin every dropI'm dodgin debacles like potholes in JamaicaWe cut down the weed, bury the paper on the 'maicasMartin had a dream, Bob got highI still do both but somehow I got byCreflo prayed, Mike Vick payedBobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weightKimbo Slice on the pad when I writeDat Mayweather +money+ lookin funny in the lightBut who realy cares? We just throw it in the airCelebratin wealth, pourin Moet in her hairExcuse me, her weave, the blue is for weedTrunk full of white, car smell like blue cheeseDat bwoy get salad, beef bowel movementsBM dubs on them big thangs lookin foolishShawty sittin low, +Big Thangs Poppin++Tip+ on the glock from a Crip up in ComptonShootin at the cops, f*ck one-timeI gave her to the block, I f*cked one timeWe +Boys N the Hood+ and nigga you lil' TréSo press ya appetite, we takin ya lil' trayLove my handgun, but my choppa still the sh*tBanned in nineteen nintey fo' but I'm "2 Legit 2 Quit"1996, kilos was the sh*tbut that was better than roofin, that sh*t be bad fo' ya skinNiggaz was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinBut I thought about my future and the loops I could pinWalked out on the gig and I turned to the streetsKept my name low-key, I ain't heard from in weeksI came up wit a strategy to come up mathematicallyI did it for the city but now EVERYBODY MAD AT ME!Motherf*ck 'em all, they sweat from my ballsIf I drop another album, I did that for my dawgsTen Maybachs errbody ridin bigI just sit back like {LOOK WHAT I DID}Then I bow my head and beg for forgivenessOnce I said my prayer, everybody back to businessSmokin on a blunt in my own restaurantPeople lookin from a distance think I'm Big Daddy KunkReincarnated, spirit of a GBeef I'll make you dinner, take a seat so we could eatA Farrakhan aura, pause on the porkYou eat from the bowl, while your dog need a forkNiggaz ain't loyal, snakes slithered in they coilI'm laughin at you cuz, kill you niggaz when I'm bored (yeah!)We steppin on you +Crew+ 'til them motherf*ckers +Crush+and makin sweet love to every women dat ya lustI love to pay ya bills, can't wait to pay ya rentCurtis Jackson baby mama, I ain't askin for a centBurn the house down (nigga), you gotta buy anotherDon’t forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherf*ckerTo another chapter, paper that I capturedCaught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughterHomicide is humor and nigga you lookin funnyWomen love to stare 'cause they know dey see the moneyI open up her mind by openin bank accountsDeposit a hunnid stacks, break-up, won't take it outBaby that's a gift, maybe you could liveI knew it wouldn't work but, I just like to giveUsed to run the street, young nigga bare feetNow I'm in the suites and I'm eatin crab meatsIce so right, other rappers envyThey callin all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin (whaaat?)Thinkin 'bout BOSS, not thinkin bout demThis a letter to my enemies, one I won't sendAmen Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MMan Posted September 14, 2009 Report Share Posted September 14, 2009 mafia music is too hard Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MEIRELES. Posted September 14, 2009 Report Share Posted September 14, 2009 Gunplay >>>>>>>>Merkers.His 1st verse on this tune >>> _______ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Afroman Posted September 14, 2009 Report Share Posted September 14, 2009 I got a feelin nigga, really that my money be the rootLook up at the stars, she like, "Honey, where the roof?"Pull up, hear the dogs, canarie, they goin woofEven once had a job pourin tar up on a roofDat boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truthSo now when I manage and get massaged it's the proofProof's in the pudding and that baking soda takinPaper that'll make her gotta take them photos nakedListenin to niggaz like whistlin at Wendy WilliamsI flip my middle finger, I'm chillin on twenty millionThe rumors turn me on, I'm masturbatin at the topThese hoes so excited, so they catchin every dropI'm dodgin debacles like potholes in JamaicaWe cut down the weed, bury the paper on the 'maicasMartin had a dream, Bob got highI still do both but somehow I got byCreflo prayed, Mike Vick payedBobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weightKimbo Slice on the pad when I writeDat Mayweather +money+ lookin funny in the lightBut who realy cares? We just throw it in the airCelebratin wealth, pourin Moet in her hairExcuse me, her weave, the blue is for weedTrunk full of white, car smell like blue cheeseDat bwoy get salad, beef bowel movementsBM dubs on them big thangs lookin foolishShawty sittin low, +Big Thangs Poppin++Tip+ on the glock from a Crip up in ComptonShootin at the cops, f*ck one-timeI gave her to the block, I f*cked one timeWe +Boys N the Hood+ and nigga you lil' TréSo press ya appetite, we takin ya lil' trayLove my handgun, but my choppa still the sh*tBanned in nineteen nintey fo' but I'm "2 Legit 2 Quit"1996, kilos was the sh*tbut that was better than roofin, that sh*t be bad fo' ya skinNiggaz was ruthless, Lord knows that I sinBut I thought about my future and the loops I could pinWalked out on the gig and I turned to the streetsKept my name low-key, I ain't heard from in weeksI came up wit a strategy to come up mathematicallyI did it for the city but now EVERYBODY MAD AT ME!Motherf*ck 'em all, they sweat from my ballsIf I drop another album, I did that for my dawgsTen Maybachs errbody ridin bigI just sit back like {LOOK WHAT I DID}Then I bow my head and beg for forgivenessOnce I said my prayer, everybody back to businessSmokin on a blunt in my own restaurantPeople lookin from a distance think I'm Big Daddy KunkReincarnated, spirit of a GBeef I'll make you dinner, take a seat so we could eatA Farrakhan aura, pause on the porkYou eat from the bowl, while your dog need a forkNiggaz ain't loyal, snakes slithered in they coilI'm laughin at you cuz, kill you niggaz when I'm bored (yeah!)We steppin on you +Crew+ 'til them motherf*ckers +Crush+and makin sweet love to every women dat ya lustI love to pay ya bills, can't wait to pay ya rentCurtis Jackson baby mama, I ain't askin for a centBurn the house down (nigga), you gotta buy anotherDon’t forget the gas can, jealous stupid motherf*ckerTo another chapter, paper that I capturedCaught up in the rapture off gunshots and laughterHomicide is humor and nigga you lookin funnyWomen love to stare 'cause they know dey see the moneyI open up her mind by openin bank accountsDeposit a hunnid stacks, break-up, won't take it outBaby that's a gift, maybe you could liveI knew it wouldn't work but, I just like to giveUsed to run the street, young nigga bare feetNow I'm in the suites and I'm eatin crab meatsIce so right, other rappers envyThey callin all my jewelers up, askin what he spendin (whaaat?)Thinkin 'bout BOSS, not thinkin bout demThis a letter to my enemies, one I won't sendAmenplay this in the car everyday.. That verse is too disgustin! + the beat.. BAWSE! DEFINITION Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Flat Ericó Posted September 15, 2009 Report Share Posted September 15, 2009 are there still tickets Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
streets. Posted September 17, 2009 Report Share Posted September 17, 2009 17, time to man upFeed the fam boy, I put that on these canned goodsAll I got was Diabetes and a damn ugPeople talking down, calling me a damn scrubYoung niggas, all you want to do is roam freeOn your own feet, got to cook your own beefI'm too cool for lame dudes that ridiculeI laugh while I'm doing laps in the swimming poolI don't owe you niggas nothingThrow me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin'Black Philip Drummond, limousines are the HummerPenthouse suite, pretty beach, I call her SummerLot of homies passed, see them in the futureRunning so fast, on the gas, never neutralGot to keep a shooter while I'm riding in the 7Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven[Kevin Cossom]Doing a 150 miles and runningGet up in my way, then you know that I'm gunningLaugh about the dough but really ain't nothing funnyGetting rich in a rush, yeah you know usWe're the usual suspects, the real definition of successBlowing money 'cause I can and I love itFrom nothing to somethingYou know us, we're the usual suspectsYou know the boys on the block trying to take us inBecause we bringing all of that paper inFrom nothing to somethingYou know us, we're the usual suspects Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Flat Ericó Posted October 10, 2009 Report Share Posted October 10, 2009 Track Listing# Title Length1. "Custom Cars & Clips" 2. "White Sand" 3. "Break It Down" (feat. Bun 4. "Go" (feat. Birdman) 4:245. "We Getting It" 6. "Trickn Off" (feat. Gucci Mane) 7. "Throw It In The Sky" 8. "Erryday" (feat. Young Jeezy & JW) 9. "Customized" 10. "Gangsta sh*t" (feat. The Game) 11. "Finer Things" (feat. Masspike Miles) 12. "Chickn Talkn" (feat. Mack 10 & Warren G) 13. "Diamonds & Maybachs Pt. 2" (feat. Suede Royale) 14. "Hustla" (feat. Masspike Miles) 15. "Yams Pt. 2" (feat. Yo Gotti) 16. "Street Rider" (feat. Akon) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Young £ Posted October 11, 2009 Report Share Posted October 11, 2009 WHERE THE f*ck IS THE ORIGINAL YAMSNARRRRR IM PISSED Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RichYung Posted October 22, 2009 Report Share Posted October 22, 2009 http://anonym.to/?http://www.sendspace.com/file/o53a6pTape is sick Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Young £ Posted October 28, 2009 Report Share Posted October 28, 2009 Track Listing# Title Length1. "Custom Cars & Clips" 2. "White Sand" 3. "Break It Down" (feat. Bun 4. "Go" (feat. Birdman) 4:245. "We Getting It" 6. "Trickn Off" (feat. Gucci Mane) 7. "Throw It In The Sky" 8. "Erryday" (feat. Young Jeezy & JW) 9. "Customized" 10. "Gangsta sh*t" (feat. The Game) 11. "Finer Things" (feat. Masspike Miles) 12. "Chickn Talkn" (feat. Mack 10 & Warren G) 13. "Diamonds & Maybachs Pt. 2" (feat. Suede Royale) 14. "Hustla" (feat. Masspike Miles) 15. "Yams Pt. 2" (feat. Yo Gotti) 16. "Street Rider" (feat. Akon) http://www.zshare.net/download/67325225c26b8879/DONT SLEEPf*ck*ng HARD ALBUMERRYDAY >>> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Young £ Posted October 28, 2009 Report Share Posted October 28, 2009 <object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value=" name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5p2VO0GzoU"></param><param'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5p2VO0GzoU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5p2VO0GzoU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aquaman Posted November 2, 2009 Report Share Posted November 2, 2009 lool triple c album flopped tho Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wavant Posted November 2, 2009 Report Share Posted November 2, 2009 I like it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Flat Ericó Posted November 2, 2009 Report Share Posted November 2, 2009 im so fllyyystap! stap Curtis, stap!keep creasing at 4:55 I like it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DAT_YOUT_FROM_E15 Posted November 2, 2009 Report Share Posted November 2, 2009 lmao at these rastas Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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