bloodyraije is making money round da clock...
this is another one of my little motherfuckin creations
coming to u live from every single station
so- dont try to change this cuz im very impatiant
show up at ya house kill u throw u in the basement..
Alex_2009 Writing a book, Well at least im trying to !
How I did it: I went to a local freestyle rap concert. I was kinda drunk, so before I knew it I was standing on a stage staring at the 1000 people. Man that went so wrong LOL. I have never raped before. And only rap expironce I had was watching 8Mile Eminem movie. Hahaha xD But anyway check me raping drunk on stage : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5SU5SGfM2xc Read how I did it…
How I did it: i practice, played with words, rhymed with every word, created songs, flowed with words, made verse flow, basically its all about mind, that you try to redefine, wether its a line, you dont need a sign, the seed as planted, and its up to you to understand it. Read how I did it…
bloodyraije is making money round da clock...
this is another one of my little motherfuckin creations
coming to u live from every single station
so- dont try to change this cuz im very impatiant
show up at ya house kill u throw u in the basement..
bloodyraije is making money round da clock...
ive got an army of kings we run the streets when we come thru
you better get wit the team cuz if u dont we gone hunt you
bloodyraije is making money round da clock...
r a i j e dot
know it wen u see him nigga yay he hot
im runnin you can never say he stop
i break in if u say the game b locked
my nigga e said hes so g he could kill a g
i had to stop him cuz if he do he’d b killing me
ill take a gang of niggas, show em where the killas b
then ride around town for that crownvic killing spree
bloodyraije is making money round da clock...
i always wondered,when i was younger was i,not worth it,u had no pride,was i not a blessing sent from god damn thats odd but fuk it u gone now huh,u left me wit a lot of questions asking,like who the fuck do i look like and wats a bastard,a shit load of questions i was scared to ask,ya lucky nelson was there or i would of never had, someone to look up to someone to call dad,everynight i wish that i could jump into the past,pull u off my mother while i woop ya little ass make u swallow the pistol until it makes u gag,bitch
u dont know my pain
u dont see the clouds above
dont know my rain
u was never there
motherfucker i aint never met u
i dont have a memory of u to regret u
i jus wish everyday i could come get u
hand u the revolver and russian rollet u
give u nightmares and wake up in cold sweats to
blow ya ass away the last thing u hearin is clak boom
yea i dont mean no harm but the boy u didnt raise got a mean old arm
cause of u i aint scared i dont see no harm
it might be raining hard but i dont even see no storm
i played catch wit a stranger who raised me and showed me how to tame my behavior,father nah,he is more then father he’s my savior
anyone can bust a but men can only raise them
bloodyraije is making money round da clock...
vision,i can see everything much clearer
looking in the window of sound-but cant hear a
thing but the taste of this shit to me’s overwhelming
i feel the pressence of people here but nobodys helping
their close to,i can smell their cheap colone off them
wait,i think they left fuck,damnit i lost them
and now its gonna cost em
im on a new level
fuck a sixth sense, i was blessed with several
its almost like im feeding it giving it wat im living wit
never quit,cuz those aint the traits of a real lyricist
but im infinite,
never die never will never fake never real
i jus move- never come to- a stand still im
powerful cuz my life is a lanfill
and at the top of all of this garbage i can build
bloodyraije is making money round da clock...
uhg…
i got the 45 with me and you know its finna blow/blow//
i got the whole squad with me all i gotta say is go//
red flags on our face when we stormin thru your blockz/
if it aint smith and wissin then its heckle and coch//
you would think i was a doctor how im giving em shots/
and even with the combonation im still keepin it lock//
yea/
cant stop me lil masked murderer gully in the bulding and im leving with the furniture//
yall dudes moving sloppy we saficeiant ass burglerers/
youll probly think i played vallyball by the way im serving ya//
bloodyraije is making money round da clock...
(chorus hook)
wen times get hard,shorty dont crack
wen the credits start rollin,u should jus clap
but lifes like poetry u could jus snap
u could jus snap
u could jus snap
wen they talking bout this,and yelling bout that
take a deep breath,and jus relax
cuz lifes like poetry u could jus snap
u could jus snap
u could jus snap
(chorus hook)
i used to b stupid,but now ive grown into a decent man,
i wonder if my life jus happens or is it planned
and if it is where do the pieces of the puzzle land
and why cuz im tired of this bitchin and bicker-an
yea,but i been better lately
cuz i been high and i jus landed safely
but thats my shield to everybody who hates me
and anyone who wants a piece of me can face me
ha,but i really doubt it highly
my additude is in the sky call it fly me
yup,but thats a change cuz the issues,u used to have
always come back like they missed u
get it a tissue
then get the pistol
and blow it all when the gun goes click boom,
matter fact it goes click pow,
but who cares,when u die u dont hear sounds
ha ha,but im jus talkin shit dawg
cuz im higher then the stars on my red bong
my bad-i ment im higher then the sky
and i jus need a bong so i can further up my high
yup,hahahaha (3 count)
but nah chill check it,
a wise man said u live life to learn lessons,
and the lesson u learn in the life u live,
is the lesson that u live n u learn where your life begins
or some shit like that,ill fix that quote up then ill get right back
to you
or u can jus google it get it over wit
and u can jus somthin sa somthin that over wit
haaa im jus rymin im high n theres no denying it
bloodyraije is making money round da clock...
mafiosos stand back,please dont take my photos
quick hide my idenity from paparazzi and popo
“popo”
police nigga, and stop fuckin around before these cracker come and
lock u up or stick u in the ground
“u trippin dawg,sounds like u could some pussy”
id say the same for u but ya nuts aint developed fully
“fuck u”
fuck ya mother pussy ,why u gettin mad
its not so funny is it now shut up and grab the bags
and dont forget to get the hostages for they cash
they act funny make sure to knock em out wit the mag
put it in the bag and later we split it half
and dont show your idenity stupid put on ya mask
“yea watever nigga”
and dont forget the number one rule,
“yea dont shoot anybody in the mothafuggin room,got it”
i hope u do or else we got a issue, u my dawg,but i aint affraid to get u
i aint affraid to split u- leave some wholes in u
and then be at ya funeral handing ya mother tissue once she start to miss u
“why u always gotta b a fuckin asswhole”
i wouldnt fuck wit u if it wasnt for the cash flow
“fuck u”
uh oh,there we go wit that word again
“well then fuck u one more time for good luck my nigga u heard it then”
shut ya punk ass up and go do job
i swear i aint gone take u to the next place that i rob
“everybody, empty out ya mothafuggin pockets
sr. give me ya watch and tell ya wife give up the lockit
this shot gun isnt pretty the minute i start to cock it”
(hostage)”stop it,
bloodyraije is making money round da clock...
everything i have-i got it in STREETS
and dont b talking shit unless U REALLY WANT BEEF
because nigga im the best
nigga im the best
nigga im the best
nigga im the best
and anything u need-i got the information
certified goon wit a street education
nigga im the best
nigga im the best
nigga im the best
nigga im the best
(hook)
bloodyraije is making money round da clock...
i got my technine wit me and u know its in my lap,
got my nine milli meter and u know its in the strap
got my rocket laincher on me and u know its in the back
i got the hammer on me all u hear is brraattttaattttaattttaatt
(freak)laughter
ayo its raije in this bitch
droppin pages of hits
call this track dead
cause best believe im raising this shit
a salute to every nigga who got guns on they hips
who aint affraid to pull on any son-a-va-bitch
to any g who loves the sound of guns when they rip
cock it back and give his pussy ass a run for his chips
(low voice)i got ak-47s with a hundred roud clips
with the silencers so u dont here it coming out the tip
got a scope installed i can hit u from one or two clicks
hit em in the head,leave his ass sittin up on the strip
i hit a lik
come in the room spraying the 4-5th
aint no saying on how i aim
where those hollowtips gone hit
let the semi-auto breath till it knocks him out of his cloths
and hes lying in a pool of his own blood guts n shit
ha,and i must b a monster, my big ass foot can crush kill n stomp ya
bitch, i do the monster mash smash on em “giv it up dog i want cha cash”, u dont want to know what my arsenal has i got tuns-and u can have however many u can grab…....
how i come at chu mothafuckas
nursery u da goose u should duck from the gut buster
cuz them shells is coming clusters and u gettin blown away like a fan or an old duster
even if i dont hit u up den my nigga trust a- goon its gone have ya attention like bone crusher…..
haha im an animal g, not to many niggas fuckin wit me
haa if they try it they gone meet
my daughter nina-. also
they call her broom up in the streets
cuz if u put her in the hood then its streets that shes gone sweep
and ull b beefin with her brothers and cuzins n family
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