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| 20 Apr 2013 09:24 AM |
Debut album of Fatal Rhymez, signed by cswag.
1.Intro 2.Losing 3.Strip it 4.Skit 5.Gone 6.Camo 7.Fly 8.Ballin To Win 9.Job Hunt 10.The End 11.Outro
Intro:
*sounds a chatter* *ambulence sirens* "Why we here" *gun shots* *more chatter* (slowely fades into first song) |
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| 20 Apr 2013 09:38 AM |
1.Intro 2.Losing 3.Strip it 4.Skit 5.Gone 6.Camo 7.Fly 8.Ballin To Win 9.Job Hunt 10.The End 11.Outro
Intro: sounds a chatter ambulence sirens "Why we here" gun shots more chatter (slowely fades into first song)
Losing: CHORUS: Fatal Rhymez Your losing With 6 chains in my pocket, it brusin' Said don't quit, well you know? I quit
VERSE 1: Fatal Told you not to quit Neva told you to knit, but ya heard the snooze You gonna fall, you hear the news? Bombing down court, feelin' like Uncle Drew I heard the boo, then I quit Fell, wonderin' why life could be like skit Errythin planed, but nigg@ I got hit Ain't fall though, this is me.
CHOURUS
Verse 2: Uh, the girls lookin' Girls feelin' Dey strip down I'm in the lil' town where I grew stealin the food, I was hungry I never told em I was gonna quit But girl, dis effin beast outta here
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| 20 Apr 2013 10:00 AM |
2.(strip) it https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ILOLM58q02XSSgqLjEoHBOX1YvtmP_Kd0p6mU7iWlvQ/edit?usp=sharing
Read it there |
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| 20 Apr 2013 11:03 PM |
SKIT: *baby's crying* *gun shots* "They on to us!" *more gun shots* (fade into song)
Gone: Chorus: He still gone, He only got 4 glocks on his lawn Lookin along with pain Plain arse, with 2 chainz
Verse 1: Bein raised in the subarbs of Detroit I saw many people be destroyed Only word I would hear is, gone Like a homer in deep left he was a goner A loner, he asked me for my pain He wasn't gainin though I told him, I wouldn't be gone But like Barry Bonds, I was gone
CHORUS
Verse 2: My daddy was gone, when I was a the age of 3 He told me, that life ain't like a glee class He maya been wrong, cause I flew to grass Never told me I could be famous He never told me to grow up, well he was gone Fightin' with the cops, for his plea Put him on for a 100,000 dolla bond Never got out, but like me he spawned
Verse 3: He told me, I might as well open up my eyes Cuz life aint no prize Fatal neva listned Made sure he never was gone Told the girl she was mine But like Chili, she was lost Gone |
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| 21 Apr 2013 09:13 AM |
Camo: Chorus: I'm in the military The Ghetto military Reppin that camo Rockin that life A life in Camo
Verse 1: Uh, I'm in a war Wearin the camo In a war with love The camo is my heart But like Bart, Ey caramba Shes in my vein In my heart, makin it rain
Chourus
Verse 2: As a young boy from Baltimore I never knew a love was I went through my life And my school as a virjin (j=g) Never knew how to have fun Well atleast I had a gun A camo gun I was poppin 23 rounds at those cops |
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| 21 Apr 2013 09:39 AM |
Fly: Chorus: Uh, You gotta fly Yah gotta fly high Take pride, in being high Do it before you cry
Verse 1: Ever since I was young, growin up My momma always said you gotta fly I aint believe her So when I was runnin from those cops I aint fly, got locked up In the Chicago pentantary I aint care though Growin up I had to fly With those Nike's on my feet I had air, I had that flight
Chorus
Verse 2: You gotta take flight You gotta fly Don't listen to the cops When they yell stop Life in the ghetto is war So you gotta fly Make sure not to get put on that bond And touch the sky |
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| 21 Apr 2013 09:52 AM |
Ballin To Win: Chorus: I'm ballin to win Ballin to die Ballin till I get high Aint gonna take no for an answer When i'm ballin to win
Verse 1: Growing up, you gotta learn how to ball On those chain nets, outside Of the jail cell where I spent my time Tryin to go to the top Of the ladder of jail mates But that jail made me high I was ballin to win
Chorus
Verse 2: You got that AK in the jail Trying to fire rounds You tryin to ball But what you gonna do when you fall Can't have one plan Growing up in Baltimore I had 3, all involed that AK, I got for Christmas But I told em all I would die tryin To ball to the top, I was just ballin to win
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| 21 Apr 2013 10:13 AM |
Job Hunt:
Chrous: Uh, I'm in a Job Hunt Lookin for a job, that allows my past record I'm in a job hunt No luck
Verse 1: In that Job Hunt,Econemys dropping, Gimme the 3 rounds for my AK Aint nobody want me They fightin, to keep me out They all yellin, Secruity Maybe that cause of my past record Being born in Baltimore, can't blame me Tellin me to get clean Well I aint gonna fall, I'm too pristine To die tryin, to get that job
Chorus
Verse 2: Still in that job hunt, with that needle Sill doing the p()t, not gonna quit Econmy be dropping, I'm down to 3 dollas in my pocket Tryin to make a living, no luck When I aint with that job And you feelin like a slob Life aint come easy when you tryin To make a livin Im in that job hunt |
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iwantpsp
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| 21 Apr 2013 11:40 AM |
Or you could do like I do. I post links to EACH song. |
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| 21 Apr 2013 11:46 AM |
Or you could do like PSP doesn't do Not suck |
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| 21 Apr 2013 11:53 AM |
John,You follow me to every post I make. Mmkay? ._. |
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| 21 Apr 2013 11:54 AM |
| No, I don't, seeing how no one is posting, it's a coincidence. |
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