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113,
07:43,
2009-02-16 08:37:09
Description: Fuck On Stage Music Ass Boobs Guitar
Channel: megaporn
31,
08:43,
2009-11-29 10:10:41
Description: perfomer hardcore fuck on stage
Channel: megaporn
425,
04:56,
2008-04-21 11:55:36
Description: group of sexy and horny girls getting fucked and licked by group of horny and hot men. couples per couples fucking, playing, licking and jacking off with fruits and vegetables as their side dish, (More) group of sexy and horny girls getting fucked and licked by group of horny and hot men. couples per couples fucking, playing, licking and jacking off with fruits and vegetables as their side dish, performing it live on stage while audiences are watching!! (Less) Channel: megaporn
220,
03:35,
2008-04-21 18:00:52
Description: Dancehall Queen (Sex On Stage)!!!!. Big Booty, Big Breast Chick.
Channel: youtube
396,
00:00,
2009-08-07 20:25:29
Description: Porn Movie: Fuck My Hot Hole DVDThis is scene 2 of Fuck My Hot Hole from the adult film studio Fat Dog Productions In this scene....Give this couple a round of applause, 'coz they will perform in (More) Porn Movie: Fuck My Hot Hole DVDThis is scene 2 of Fuck My Hot Hole from the adult film studio Fat Dog Productions In this scene....Give this couple a round of applause, 'coz they will perform in the stage hot and steamy, not singing or dancing, but live on stage fucking. In front of the public, here they are in naked glory, sucking dick as well as pussy licking, with hardcore pussy fucking, all in one great show, and it is live. (Less) Channel: naughtymovies
302,
06:12,
2008-02-13 05:59:35
Description: Rapped acoustic, not fucking easy! For the future, hold off on requests for rap.. I won't be doing them unless I can find a karaoke file to back me up.
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
(More) Rapped acoustic, not fucking easy! For the future, hold off on requests for rap.. I won't be doing them unless I can find a karaoke file to back me up.
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from
You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album
Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open
I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then
My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall)
I have a disease and they don't know what to call it
Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash
Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in the puddin, just ask the Shawn Holman
I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman
Chorus:
So when you see me on your block with two glocks
Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin
tellin your boys that I'm on crack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
So put my tape back on the rack
Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack
I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
But see me on the street and duck
Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed
Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!!
Verse Two: Eminem
I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone
I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason
I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin
Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview
I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review
I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals
This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols
But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles
Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!)
Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion
Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion
The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic
Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict
Half animal, half man
Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can
With more holes than an Afghan
Chorus
Verse Three: Eminem
Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!)
I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine
I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin
Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion
Fuck droppin the jaw, I'm flippin the sacred treasure
I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher
I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches
Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes
In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush
Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush
Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed
Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team
Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian
Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again
I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median
Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in
Chorus (Less) Channel: youtube
28,
01:56,
2007-11-24 17:57:05
Description: I AM GHOST @ Club Retro~Orangevale, CA 2007 I Am Ghost is an American post hardcore band from Long Beach, California, formed in late 2004. They are signed to Epitaph Records. (More) I AM GHOST @ Club Retro~Orangevale, CA 2007 I Am Ghost is an American post hardcore band from Long Beach, California, formed in late 2004. They are signed to Epitaph Records. http://www.iamghostmusic.com/news.html I Am Ghost recorded a 6 track demo themselves a few months after forming in 2004 for the sole purpose of booking shows locally and gave away copies free of charge. Even before the band had played a single show, I Am Ghost had given away thousands of copies of their demo We Are Always Searching. When I Am Ghost signed to Epitaph Records after only their fourth show, they added 3 new tracks, artwork and, on October 25, 2005, re-released it as an EP.
The bands first full length album Lovers' Requiem was released on October 10, 2006. Lead vocalist Steven Juliano explains, "It's essentially a rock opera, but for hardcore or goth kids."
I Am Ghost has also had several media mentions in magazines, including a Metal Hammer Interview. They also have been interviewed for several websites, and had their EP reviewed in several UK music magazines. Not only have they had their EP reviewed in Metal Hammer, they've also been included in the publications' Dead Hot 50 Band's of 2006 List. http://www.epitaph.com/artists/artist/188
In 2007, I Am Ghost toured with Biffy Clyro, TheAUDITION and The Bronx on the Kerrang! Tour 2007, the Epitaph Tour 2007 with Escape the Fate, The Matches, and The Higher, and played on Warped Tour 2007. They have also toured with Drop Dead Gorgeous, Still Remains, and 1997.
Kerith Telestai released an official statement on June 30, 2007 stating that she would be unable to continue touring and would be leaving the band due to health reasons. I Am Ghost is not currently looking for a replacement. A few days after Kerith left the band, her husband, Brian Telestai, announced that he too would be leaving the band after their tour with Aiden. He posted a controversial bulletin on MySpace regarding his departure from the band, and the band has recently found a replacement. http://myspace.com/iamghost According to Juliano, there was a conflict between him and the Telestai's between the direction of the band, which was actually the reason for both Kerith's and Brian's departure: he claimed they were such devoted Christians, to where they were telling people in interviews that we were a Christian rock band. Meanwhile he claimed the band was not going to be a Christian band. Juliano went on to say that Telestai would edit song lyrics, and insist the band never swear. At one point she cried in a tour van for a half-hour after Juliano used the word "fuck" on stage (Less) Channel: youtube
916,
07:42,
2008-04-21 11:58:24
Description: Two young treehuggers go at it in front of hundreds of people at a rock concert. They walked on stage and stripped off their clothes without any warning. The man instantly grabs his girl and shoves (More) Two young treehuggers go at it in front of hundreds of people at a rock concert. They walked on stage and stripped off their clothes without any warning. The man instantly grabs his girl and shoves his cock in her pussy while groping on her perky titties. The audience woots while he pumps her hard and fast. (Less) Channel: megaporn
![2Pac - When We Ride On Our Enemies [DJ Pezzo Remixx]](http://img.youtube.com/vi/_BliPdCrXR8/1.jpg "2Pac - When We Ride On Our Enemies [DJ Pezzo Remixx]")
23,
02:53,
2008-04-21 18:25:37
Description: MY MIX ,DOWNLOAD LINK: http://2pac.forum2u.org/ "When We Ride On Our Enemies" Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh? Hahaha! Well I ain't prejudiced, I don't (More) MY MIX ,DOWNLOAD LINK: http://2pac.forum2u.org/ "When We Ride On Our Enemies" Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep tryin to diss now too huh? Hahaha! Well I ain't prejudiced, I don't give a fuck This is what it sounds like - when we ride on our enemies BEYOTCH! When we ride on our enemies [Verse One] HEYYYY! Got some static for some niggaz on the other side of town Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now What they want from us motherfuckin thug niggaz? Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz Am I wrong? Niggaz makin songs, tryin to get with us Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust To the chest I BUST! Then we ride 'til the sun come shinin back to brighten up the sky, many die Heard the Fugees was tryin to do me - look bitch! I cut yo' face, this ain't no motherfuckin movie THEN! We watch the other two die slow Castrated entertainin at my motherfuckin sideshow BAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my foes I can't stand you hoes, uhh Now label this my fuckin trick shot My lyrics runnin all you cowards out of hip-hop When we RIDE - on our enemies When we ride on our enemies I bet you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Bet all you motherfuckers die, when we ride, on our enemies [Verse Two] Come take a journey through my mind's eye You crossed the game, don't explain, nigga time to die, say goodbye Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger So right before you die you bow before a bigga nigga, now dry yo' eyes You was HEARTLESS on yo' hits Niggaz love to scream peace after they start some shit - pay attention Here's a word to those that robbed me I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Don't fuck with me Nigga you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell? See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hell How many niggaz wanna be involved? See I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll kill allay'all, then ball Then tell Da Brat to keep her mouth closed Fuck around and get tossed up, by the fuckin Outlawz Before I leave, make sure everybody HEARD Know I meant, EVERY MOTHERFUCKIN WORD When we ride on our enemies When we ride on our enemies Make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies When we ride on our enemies, hehe I make sure everybody die, when we ride, on our enemies (Less) Channel: youtube
16,
02:31,
2008-04-21 19:32:33
Description: More at http://peacepunk.net On the stage while Anti-Flag were playing. Footage was taken by Jesse Jones - though I was standing right beside him.
Channel: youtube
13,
11:00,
2008-04-21 21:34:28
Description: KEITH MURRAY AT FULLY LOADED PT.1 MAY 16TH 2007 - COPS CLOSED DOWN THE SHOW B4 HE GOT ON STAGE SO PEOPLE WENT CRAZY AND SO DID KEITH, WATCH HIM RAP IN A BULLHORN AND DO CROWD SURFING.. FUCK DA (More) KEITH MURRAY AT FULLY LOADED PT.1 MAY 16TH 2007 - COPS CLOSED DOWN THE SHOW B4 HE GOT ON STAGE SO PEOPLE WENT CRAZY AND SO DID KEITH, WATCH HIM RAP IN A BULLHORN AND DO CROWD SURFING.. FUCK DA POLICE!! (Less) Channel: youtube
38,
04:30,
2008-04-22 08:40:39
Description: Mobb Deep/Hell On Earth. album/hell on earth http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Hell-on-Earth-Front-Lines-lyrics-Mobb-Deep/1F4FB7DC9F104CBA482568BD00342D47 [Prodigy] Yo, the saga begins, beget (More) Mobb Deep/Hell On Earth. album/hell on earth http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Hell-on-Earth-Front-Lines-lyrics-Mobb-Deep/1F4FB7DC9F104CBA482568BD00342D47 [Prodigy] Yo, the saga begins, beget war I draw first blood be the first to set it off My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws We takin what's yours we do jooks rush the doors Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss In full force, my team'll go at your main source We're not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit Illuminate my team'll glow like, radiation With no time for patient, or complication Let's get it done right, my click airtight Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish em off Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head Travel all the way down to your leg Chorus: together Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose necks are gonna be first The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time I ain't gotta tell you It's right in front of your eyes (repeat 2X) [Havoc] We rep the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin shit Never hesitant, it's the rap game unlimited Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it Either with me go against the grain you better hit me Leggin me or robbin me niggaz better body me Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin me All that bullshit, is just makin me More the better, then concentrate on gettin chedda If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you Shape and mold you, Sun you, then I hold you Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you It'll be I, like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal International you local, Bacardi mix physically fix Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff Probably thick, Son I solved em Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace Chorus [Prodigy] Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips You seein clips when the mac spit your top got split Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids Turn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyss is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded Shut down your operation, closed for business Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness POW niggaz is found MIA We move like the special forces, green beret Heavily around my throat, I don't play Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way The God P walk with a limp see, but simply To simplify shit, no man can go against me Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shit You probably hid, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin I hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the Mobb When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue It's a package deal, you rob me, you take these missles along with that, I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm tryin to make CREAM and that's that Whatever it takes however it gots to go down Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin four pound Speakers leakin out sound and niggaz leakin on the ground I could truely care less the God will get his Regardless blow for blow let's find out who wear hardest This rap artist used to be a stickup artist Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it A live nigga stay on point never diss Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs Live up to my words, if I got beef, niggaz comin in herds We flush through your click get purged (Less) Channel: youtube
42,
06:12,
2008-04-22 09:08:41
Description: Rapped acoustic, not fucking easy! For the future, hold off on requests for rap.. I won't be doing them unless I can find a karaoke file to back me up. Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady (More) Rapped acoustic, not fucking easy! For the future, hold off on requests for rap.. I won't be doing them unless I can find a karaoke file to back me up. Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I'm a M80, you Lil' like that Kim lady I'm buzzin, Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit your style from You ain't gonna sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, fuck it, while we comin out in the open I'm doin acid, crack, smack, coke and smokin dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi Marshall) I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet cause I'm comin up quick to strip your cash Bought a ticket to your concert just to come and whip your ass Bitch, I'm comin out swingin, so fast it'll make your eyes spin You gettin knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson The proof is in the puddin, just ask the Shawn Holman I'll slit your motherfuckin throat worse than Ron Goldman Chorus: So when you see me on your block with two glocks Screamin _Fuck the World_ like Tupac I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! Talkin that shit behind my back, dirty mackin tellin your boys that I'm on crack I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! So put my tape back on the rack Go run and tell your friends my shit is wack I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! But see me on the street and duck Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed Cause I just don't give a fuuuuuck!! Verse Two: Eminem I'm Nicer than Pete, but I'm on a Serch to crush a Miilkbone I'm Everlast-ing, I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's twenty below freezin Flavor with no seasonin, this is the sneak preview I'll diss your magazine and still won't get a weak review I'll make your freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is a lyrical combat, gentlemen hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, Eminem was the old initials (Bye-bye!) Extortion, snortin, supportin abortion Pathological liar, blowin shit out of proportion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumpin your dead body inside of a fuckin trash can With more holes than an Afghan Chorus Verse Three: Eminem Somebody let me out this limousine (hey, let me out!) I'm a caged demon, on stage screamin like Rage Against the Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend, shootin up while this record is spinnin Clinically brain dead, I don't need a second opinion Fuck droppin the jaw, I'm flippin the sacred treasure I'll bite your motherfuckin style, just to make it fresher I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washin dishes In school I never said much, too busy havin a headrush Doin too much rush had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed Went to gym in eighth grade, raped the women's swim team Don't take me for a joke I'm no comedian Too many mental problems got me snortin coke and smokin weed again I'm goin up over the curb, drivin on the median Finally made it home, but I don't got the key to get in Chorus (Less) Channel: youtube
59,
08:25,
2008-04-21 06:26:39
Description: I will TRY to upload all Dr. Dre songs(and maby other artists) With Lyrics! Soo look at my channel for more videos!
[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin
(Sssss)
(More) I will TRY to upload all Dr. Dre songs(and maby other artists) With Lyrics! Soo look at my channel for more videos!
[Intro: Dr. Dre]
Ha, yeah, hell yeah, ha knowhatI'msayin
(Sssss)
[Verse One: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, Mista Busta, where the fuck ya at?
Can't scrap a lick, so I know ya got your gat
Your dick on hard, from fuckin your road dogs
The hood you threw up with, niggaz you grew up with
Don't even respect your ass
That's why it's time for the doctor, to check your ass, nigga
Used to be my homey, used to be my ace
Now I wanna slap the taste out yo mouth
Nigga bow down to the row
Fuckin me, now I'm fuckin you, little hoe
Oh, don't think I forgot, let you slide
Let me ride, just another homicide
Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on
Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on
So strap on your Compton hat, your locs
And watch your back cause you might get smoked, loc
And pass the bud, and stay low-key
B.G. cause you lost all your homey's love
Now call it what you want to
You fucked wit me, now it's a must that I fuck wit you
[Interlude: Dr. Dre]
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin about
We have your motherfuckin record company surrounded
Put down the candy and let the little boy go
You knowhatI'msayin, punk motherfucker
(We want Eazy, we want Eazy)
[Verse Two: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Doggy Dogg's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
Death Row's in the motherfuckin house
Bow wow wow yippy yo yippy yay
The sounds of a dog brings me to another day
Play with my bone, would ya Timmy
It seems like you're good for makin jokes about your jimmy
But here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like
I heard she was the 'Frisco dyke
But fuck your mama, I'm talkin about you and me
Toe to toe, Tim M-U-T
Your bark was loud, but your bite wasn't vicious
And them rhymes you were kickin were quite bootylicious
You get with Doggy Dogg oh is he crazy?
With ya mama and your daddy hollin' Bay-Bee
So won't they let you know
That if you fuck with Dre nigga you're fuckin wit Death Row
And I ain't even slangin them thangs
I'm hollin' one-eight-seven with my dick in yo mouth, beeyatch
[Interlude: RBX]
Yeah nigga, Compton and Long Beach together on this motherfucker
So you wanna pop that shit get yo motherfuckin cranium cracked nigga
Step on up. Now, we ain't no motherfuckin joke so remember the name
Mighty, mighty D-R. Yeahhh, MOTHERFUCKER!
[Verse Three: Dr.Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Now understand this my nigga Dre can't be touched
Luke's bendin over, so Luke's gettin fucked, busta
Musta, thought I was sleazy
Or though I was a mark cause I used to hang with Eazy
Animosity, made ya speak but ya spoke
Ay yo Dre, whattup, check this nigga off loc
If it ain't another ho that I gots ta fuck with
Gap teeth in ya mouth so my dick's gots to fit
With my nuts on ya tonsils
While ya on stage rappin at your wack-ass concerts
And I'ma snatch your ass from the backside
To show you how Death Row pull off that who-ride
Now you might not understand me
Cause I'ma rob you in Compton and blast you in Miami
Then we gon creep to South Central
On a Street Knowledge mission, as I steps in the temple
Spot him, got him, as I pulls out my strap
Got my chrome to the side of his White Sox hat
You tryin to check my homey, you better check yo self
Cause when you diss Dre you diss yourself, MOTHERFUCKER
Yeah nigga...
[Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Yeah, nine-deuce
Dr. Dre, dropin chronic once again
It don't stop, Punishing punk motherfuckers real quick like
Compton style nigga,
Doggy Dogg in the motherfuckin house, yeah
Long Beach in the motherfuckin house, yeah
Yeah, straight up, really doe
Breakin all you suckaz off somethin real proper like
YouknowhatI'msayin?
All these sucka ass niggaz can eat a fat dick
Yeah, Eazy-E Eazy-E Eazy-E can eat a big fat dick
Tim Dog can eat a big fat dick
Luke, can eat a fat dick, yeah...
[ www.azlyrics.com ] (Less) Channel: youtube
18,
04:30,
2007-12-07 14:24:20
Description: Mobb Deep/Hell On Earth. album/hell on earth
http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Hell-on-Earth-Front-Lines-lyrics-Mobb-Deep/1F4FB7DC9F104CBA482568BD00342D47
[Prodigy]
Yo, the saga begins, (More) Mobb Deep/Hell On Earth. album/hell on earth
http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Hell-on-Earth-Front-Lines-lyrics-Mobb-Deep/1F4FB7DC9F104CBA482568BD00342D47
[Prodigy]
Yo, the saga begins, beget war
I draw first blood be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws lay down laws
We takin what's yours we do jooks rush the doors
Here come the deez tryin to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
We're not tourists, hit bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for niggaz pop shit
Yo nigga Noyd what's the topic? Nine pound we rocked in
Ninety-six strike back with more hot shit
Illuminate my team'll glow like, radiation
With no time for patient, or complication
Let's get it done right, my click airtight
Trapped in a never ending gunfight so niggaz lose stripes
or lose life, jail niggaz sendin kites to the street
Over some beef that wasn't fully cooked, finish em off
Well done meat, that said twenty-two slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg
Chorus: together
Aiyyo it's hell on earth, whose necks are gonna be first
The projects is front lines, and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
(repeat 2X)
[Havoc]
We rep the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love
Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin shit
Never hesitant, it's the rap game unlimited
Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite
Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it
Either with me go against the grain you better hit me
Leggin me or robbin me niggaz better body me
Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches
Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures
Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin me
All that bullshit, is just makin me
More the better, then concentrate on gettin chedda
If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you
Shape and mold you, Sun you, then I hold you
Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you
It'll be I, like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal
International you local, Bacardi mix physically fix
Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff
Probably thick, Son I solved em
Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop
QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino
And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
Chorus
[Prodigy]
Yo, the heavy metal king hold big shit, with spare clips
You seein clips when the mac spit your top got split
Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyss
is street life, blood on my kicks, shit on my knife
Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice
I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet
The Phantom of Crime Rap, niggaz is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like Guinness
POW niggaz is found MIA
We move like the special forces, green beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify shit, no man can go against me
Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it full for so long, cause I don't waste shit
You probably hid, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it
Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the Mobb
When they see us, I tell you what black, here's the issue
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take these missles
along with that, I ain't your average cat
Fuck rap, I'm tryin to make CREAM and that's that
Whatever it takes however it gots to go down
Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin four pound
Speakers leakin out sound and niggaz leakin on the ground
I could truely care less the God will get his
Regardless blow for blow let's find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it
A live nigga stay on point never diss
Regard shit or forget the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs
Live up to my words, if I got beef, niggaz comin in herds
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