10 Minute Million Dollar Massacre Freestyle

Yeah… Yeah. We like to call this, the Ten Minute Million Dollar Massacre. And ya’ll niggas ‘bout to see why. BLOC Gang its ya boy LoS. Easy... Look Listen [Purple Rain- Beanie Sigel] I had to pay a visit to my diva, “Set It Off” like Jada, Vivica, Latifah I’m in that GT, with the fly sneakers, and this a top model like Eva And we could pop bottles like we the San Antonio Spurs, if a nigga want beef, the cannon's under the fur If you say you want beef and you stand up under your word, your man’ll put brandy onto the curb, but the herb… It got my eyes low, and make me ride slow, I keep the hydro, lit like a pyro, this how I try ho! I’m goin’ big places bitches you try and go But we can kick it like Taebo, I know, ya heard it all before, but you never pushed convertible Azzures Tryna get you out that skirt and then them drawers, and pull back the curtain ‘cause the view is just perfect of the shore I’m perfect and I’m sure For certain, and the merkin’ is for sure Kill the smirkin’ when I’m burstin’ in the door I’m worser than before I’m worser than them verses I beversed without rehearsin’. It’s for certain I’m the boar It’s curtains for these whores, tryna work me, tryna jerk me, I'mma score This is urgency, I burgundy your floor Throw my mercy on the court, I’m like Worthy on the court Ye ain’t worthy of my sport I wake up early in the morn’ then I’m gone They should call me “over the fence” I choose offense over defense Plus I run niggas home, like a home run over the fence So run home before homes jump over the fence I’m in that Rover with tens, bumpin’ that HOVA and Cris -stopher Wallace, my cliques the wildest, I’m a soldier ya bitch Momma show me them tits, I got that MO AND THAT CRIS They names was Chrissy and Mo, so sip some more of that crisp, switch! Now I’m crawlin’ through the window of your crib, while you’re playin’ Nintendo with ya kids, what it is? I hear niggas got a lot to say I’m tryna make it to the top, they tryna block the way I put Chronic on the block, like I’m Dr. Dre My niggas got that blow out, like they Docta J. I was told the cockle spray… Aim that fuckin' ratchet, Hold it, load it, toad it, and choke it, made in fuckin’ basses Blow they ass to smitherines, ‘til it ain’t enough of caskets Tech’ll make such a mess, you can’t clean it up with napkins Sicker than mixin’ liquor with angel dust and asprin I’m cool as a motherfucker, but I’m dangerous when rappin’ Niggas thats on the block, they masters slingin’ bustin’ trappin’. Getting money, if you think that you could hang with us, I’m laughin’. Yeah, it’s funny See money rule the world, I don’t know what it do to girls, for them diamonds jewels and pearls Break it down like: Is it the money that’s makin’ em feind for the shit that they know we could probably screen? A lot of the ______________________________ Maybe that was too fast for you so just let me slow it down If you didn’t know I was the shit well now you know it now I gotta hold it down, my city right behind me We rockin’ tanks and kapris, homie we like it grimy We live that life of crimies Hold two gats like they Siamese, eyes runnin like we Chinese Look you know where to find me B.A.L.T. to the I. Need I say MORE? Heat to the sky Pop with with you, and then we rockin’ jewels so what we gotta do to get a piece of the pie? Real G’s gon’ ride when shit get big We comin’ and dumpin’ them flips and shit You dummin’ to something your whip ain’t shit I’m stuntin’ in something ridiculous Do you know what this is? I do this shit to live Nigga these clips are spare, I don’t need no witnesses This fit for hit your head, get shots’ll split your wig Til your brains on the fishin graves. Rockin blue you fit the crib Bang and Rang, what up with you blood? I ain’t claimin’ nothin’ but the crew love Bloc clique shit, I fucks with true thugs Knew a lot of niggas that wasn’t too tough Now it’s bloody murder and ammunition when hammer’s clickin’ niggas runnin’ pockets with potem problems we’re bangin’ out Plus I’m burnin’ for recognition, they jammin’ cause this shit is gonna cockin we’re watchin’ plottin’ and hangin’ out It ain’t a doubt, that’s that’s shit that you feel Shit that you love is that shit that you real This shit is the shit with explicitly skill Terrific, exquisite, exhibit you bitch My niggas, they ditch if we’re snitches you bitch They clap with the mac, for they’ll scratch if you itch Forgettin’ you peoples, and sleep with the fish They fear me, you hear how I’m freakin this shit? We deep in this bitch, my peeps in this bitch, I don’t wanna hear a peep in this bitch Please! Tell Money stop grillin’ I ain’t peepin’ his bitch And even if I creep, I ain’t keepin’ his bitch I represent the streets in this bitch, the project life, the plush presidential suites in this bitch Ya’ll niggas lookin’ sweet in this bitch- pause I guess I got a little wrapped up in my bars I play with the flow, like a cat to a mouse Right before he kill it, then it’s back to the house I’m in the lack with the pouch, some call em pokeouts I hop out and choke out the nigga that got the choke out Then get smoked out My niggas loke (look) out You still wipin’ off your sneakers, we pull boats out To get in your folks house, pull the bolts out of the door Pull up with guns, nigga pull the coat out of the floor When I pull the stroke, out of your whore She like damn LoS, what you don’t got it no more? I’m like damn ho, what you don’t get it no more? You get it once and you don’t get it no more Ho why would she get it now, if that hooker ain’t get it before I get it down, like a Jeep, you inconsiderate whore! Get in some shit with your bore, I’m finna get it for sure I’m finna rip me a tour I’m finna kick that is ore Look if rappin don’t work, I’m finna flip me some raw You finna attempt me c’mon. I’m finna dip from the law I’m finna get me this little bitch that finna give me some jaw I’m finna pent me a broad. You finna attempt to be hard You finna wile like you a problem, but you fit to be solved I’m finna figure if my four-fifth’ll fit in this jar Motivation every time I sit in them cars Feel the plush leather seats, and keep spittin’ them bars Hit your broad to get some brain she like The Wizard of Oz Hold on my pivot on the block I can’t wikit with starve I mean we’re starving for the scratch I’ll scratch these bitch niggas off Til I’m flying in a plane like I’m too big for the car With the wheel scrape on the wells cause they too big for the car Put this cig to your jaw. Man I’m sick of the yard! Oh yeah this nigga is raw, like Eddie Murphy in leather Hear my voice on these tracks, don’t they go perfect together? I could merk it whenever, workin I’m certainly clever I am perfectly better, I will irk you for cheddar Got the worstest vendetta, that a nigga could have So sit down, if you can’t stand me getting’ this cash Man I get in this ass, call me wedgie, no webbie Screamin’ give me that pussy, push me to pull out this dezzie In the truck with a lezzie, Jewels cut to the bezzie Play the grip for the slippers, a few bucks for the Chevy This is nothing, I’m ready Niggas bluffin’ and petty Pop my trunk and grab my bump, turn his guts to spaghetti I’m feeling tougher than Pesci Feeling lucky? Don’t push me Pull your skirt for what it’s worth; you get fucked in your pussy Nigga don’t hush me and shush me I’m talkin’ loud for a reason You a punk and you jump up, then you’re down for a beatin’ You hear the sound of the beat, and you just start poundin’ your feet When the pussy niggas ridin’ by, duckin’ down in the seat You can tell they being rebellious from the sound of the feet They in the pool with a fool, they ‘bout to drown in the deep See this is shake ‘em, I’m a wake ‘em, and then clown ‘em for sleepin’ When that pound get to squeakin, they get found in the Reapin Holdin this own and its leakin, lay him down for the weekend Movin ground when I’m speakin, don’t wanna be around when I’m geekin Welcome to hell nigga peekin. What I’m gon tell to the deacon? When you catch shells in your beacon like what the hell he was sleepin Guess the devil could meet him Guess the reaper could greet him Like I need to defeat him, as I proceed to delete him This the key to your freedom Feed ‘em the D.E. and heat ‘em, beat ‘em leave ‘em bleedin and blind, barely breathin and dying That nigga dying like withering wheat Im in exerting energy just shiver and they’ll speak Yo! ___ is deep So I fall in the page, silently swear to keep it real wit ya’ll for all of my days Back in school, you can catch me in the hall with my haze Bitch you ain’t hittin this blunt, why you all in my face? Ya’ll niggas call us and race, im bout to lap you and pass you Anybody in my way, fuck the hassle I’ll clap you See me I razzle and dazzle, cuz im fresh like “Uh” Hangin out the window, banging that tech like “uh.” You stumble when you catch one in your neck like “uh” Cuz im walkin like a man, my finger on the trigger Pocket full of money, im a Baltimore nigga Call the law nigga, this is murda- first degree These niggas buggin, they don’t wanna trade a verse with me Adversin me is a-a-additional adversity, I add verbs for free But don’t think my adverbs are free, cuz im a pro now I reflip the prefix to metaphors and pronouns Shorty slow down, its bout to go down. And any nigga who don’t know, he bout to know now See no clown gon stop my shine. Long as I got my 9 and my block im fine I know niggas gotta drop sometimes, that’s how it be cuzzin I can stop my grind just cuz the streets buzzin Cuz when the heat bust in, niggas’ll scatter And if anybody ran em then what nigga is badder? It ridiculous chatter, real niggas call it ho talk That’s the way that hoes talk, that’s the path that I don’t walk So don’t squawk, when I run up with the beat either Squeeze the D.E. and leave three in your cheap beater I cheap the sweep jeeber until I get nice And it ain't stress or nothing homie its just life! Cuz im the slick type Pose-in-the-whip type Clothes-in-the-flip type Put-hoes-on-the-strip type We need a broke type Neighborhood joke type Bullshit smoke type Can't flip coke like damn I thought he was the man I thought he had a plan I thought he was movin grams Lemme give him a hand (clap clap clap) He about to get his fucking man (clap clap clap) In his van (clap clap clap) And his fam (clap clap clap) Damn I smashed that track I ain't even started motherfucker im retarded I ain't even lyin man, I ain't even tryin damn This jungle music, im the king of the lion fam I ain't playin my stilly’ll killy you Im off the hizzy fashizzy nizzy im really ill I like the billyill of my hat to be really low The feel skillyills of these rest could really blow They like the wheelios on my lat cuz they really glow I keep it trilly with these bitches and silly hoes No really though, go and roll that philly ho Hit my nigga on the jizzer- like what the dealio? Here we go. Grad some drank, I’ll grab some smoke, we’ll mix ‘em both Get some hoes and switch your clothes Jizzy grab that chris and mo! I attract the biggest hoes, cuz I attack with a vicious flow Ride in the back and my wrist is froze and on my back is the slickest clothes. Yo! You know that nigga Los? Yeah man, that nigga dope Nah man that nigga broke Look man im sick of folks The first prick I poke- imaa leave the knife in him. Twist it counterclockwise then ask him if he like livin It got a rusty blade on it, so its like venom But itll turn you boys to men, like Mike Bivins Ya’ll like kittens, when the Pitbull come Blow up, empty your clip for fun Lets live more tongue. These chicks lick dick for fun big clip, spit clips for fun And by the time your boy done, its gonna be ugly But…(you, and you, and you, and you, and you gon, you gon, you gon, you gon, you gon, you gon you gonna love me…..