yo..

new album droppin
i hope u niggas coppin
cuz we not fnf....
my shit is not floppin (killa)
but no diss to lu,
my nigga cock-a-doo
my granny got the flu
got the soda,
mountain dew (killa)

and yo im rockin pink
hot as hell but rockin mink
got the cash
got the bag
got the brains
nigga think, killa

harlem world all day

huh?

get out now.

that shit was sick ...cam cam cam!!!

quote:

Originally posted by TCdakid:
that shit was sick ...cam cam cam!!!

honestly? lets recap this:

but no diss to lu,
my nigga cock-a-doo
my granny got the flu
got the soda,
mountain dew.

that is not sick. maybe literally, but that is not real shit. cam's retarded. my granny got the flu

the kid killa cam//
Killa damn, realla than//
Cops is the man//
Tunes like can-can//
bang-bang fan my plan//
Drink orange soda can//
Killa Killa wham wham//
Potato Chips, Uncle Sam//


OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH KILLA CAM!!! HE SPITS!! lmfao...

quote:

Originally posted by Rhymestyle:
the kid killa cam//
Killa damn, realla than//
Cops is the man//
Tunes like can-can//
bang-bang fan my plan//
Drink orange soda can//
Killa Killa wham wham//
Potato Chips, Uncle Sam//


OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH KILLA CAM!!! HE SPITS!! lmfao...

good stuff B

i spit the oodle noodles
got the birds
walk the poodles
stack the money
broke is funny
jims is dirty
juelz a dummy

we need more... Killa... No homo lol

yo kid/ my flow is/
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious/
Ya bitch suck my wee wee/
I make her go like "wee wee"/
*beat drops* Like wee-zy/
And my crew tight/ we pack the tool, right/
and if I sneeze/ u betta say kazoontite/ (KILLA!)
Dropped the pants and ya bitch eyes went oogily oogily/
Ima terror in ya hood like boogedy boogedy/

2 lyrical. Almost a real quote.

*ON PURPLE HAZE*

DIPSET
KILLA
B
LOOK

WE AT THE HOT DOG STAND/
SHE MADE MY HOT DOG STAND/
KOBAYASHI'D THE WHOLE TEAM/
SHE LIKE HOT DOGS MAN/
THE BLOCK MAKE MY SKIN FRESH AND CLEAN LIKE BABY POWDER/(yeah yeah)
B WE ROLL THROUGH THE HOOD SMELL LIKE BABY POWDER/
IM PUSHIN GROWN WHITE YALL SELLIN BABY POWDER/
COME IN THE CRIB ASK THE CHICK WHERE THE BABY POWDER/ (B)
THEN WE DIP DIPPY/
I TAKE A SIP SIPPY/
THEN I SQUEEZE THE PIECE LIKE I BEEN STRAIGHT CHOKIN A HIPPIE/
MOTORCYCLE CHOO CHOO TRAIN/
MY RHYMES IS COO COO MAYN/
I GOT SO MANY FREAKY GIRLS THEY THOUGHT MY NAME WAS GUCCI MANE/ (KILLA)

JUELZ
AYE(IIIIIIIIIIIIIIM BAAAAAAAAACK)
CHEA
AYE
YUP

SQUEEZIN PIECES CRAZY NIECES/OTHER RAPPERS RHYMES IS FECES/
CAN'T BELIEVE THIS/
I DON'T NEED THIS/
NOW I LEFT HER SHOPPING SPREE-LESS/
WE REPPIN HARLEM/ (HARLEM)
WE MEANIN BUISNESS/ (BINIS)
DON'T WANNA START EM/
BECAUSE THE KID IS/
TO CRAZY/
YOU HAVE TO PAY ME/
AINT MY BABY/
PATRICK SHWAZY/ (BLAO)
AYE


DIPSET
JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONES
(NEW FERRARI)


STEP OUT THE COUPE FEEL LIKE IM ON 20 ACRES/
GOT SO MUCH DOUGH AND WHITE THOUGHT I WAS A GANGSTA BAKER/
I GOT GANGSTA PAPER/
GARAGE LOOK LIKE NOW AND LATERS/
WIPE UP DEAD RAPPERS/
IM A GANGSTER RAKER/
I COULD END THE VERSE RIGHT THERE MAN THATS ALL I GOTTA SAY/
I WOUDLN'T BE JONES IF I WASN'T BALLIN EVERYDAY/
ASK ABOUT MY MERCEDES/
IT'S ONE OF MY BABYS/
IF I COULD CHOOSE/ I WOULD SKIP THE LADIES/
AND GO FOR THE BENTLEY COUPE/
I SPEAK THE GRITTY TRUTH/
HOP STRAIGHT OUT THE JET AND INTO THE BOOTH/
(JONES)

(DAME DASH)

YOYOYOYOYO DONT LET THAT RIDE OUT YET
KEEP THAT THERE

...........I END CAREERS MAAAAAN..........WHO WANT SOME MAAAAAAAAAN.............WE CHAMPIONS............ALL DAY..................DON'T EVEN ASK ME ABOUT THAT....YOU KNOW WHAT IT IS.............KILLA JUELZ JONES..............HARLEM............THE ROC..................GET AT ME.............

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