Jerome’s Blog

Head buster off top

Grab the chopper and chop

At the top is my spot

And nigger it’s flip or get flopped

Let it drip or get dropped

I represent uptown

I 50 round on clowns I turn smiles into frowns

I from the place of places

I be the ace of aces

You can’t beat the B.G.

I went the race of races

Solga box I lace it

Yo’ spots in the world i takes it

Bulldog barrel I shakes it

Cashmoney boy paper chaser

Evil look in my eyes

Close shirts you die

Camofauge dark sky bi-bi-bye-bye you die

I make all rules in the game

I break all rims to blame

I swang benz with that thang

Ready to let my nuts hang

Nigga duck or ya’ stuck

When the choppers releasin

Lettin’ out them optimo demons screamin’ red demon

From the uptown region and I’m here to represent it

Benz I’m spittin all black with a camafaluge ??

Seven gold darts street smart smarter than Eurkel

Let’s go fist to fist knuckles turn purple when I work you

I ride a night rounds be tight

I’ll be light hotter than a candle, handle

Look, so shine the light

I just might catch you set so (Watch Out)

you topped get chopped ya get wet so watch out

Um, me and you two for two what you gon’ do

You flex with two-two

Watch a soldier shoot how you do

(Chourus)1x

Niggas goin’ die tonight

Heads goin’ fly tonight

When we ride tonight

Verse Two: Turk

Pimp niggas

Fuck hoes

Split wigs if i have to be cool

Don’t put a mask on ya’ face just be yo’ self

Try provin’ ??? to yo niggas my get dealt

I got a click that’s stronger that pneumonia bitch

Untamed Gorillas play wit’ choppers ain’t takin no shit

Don’t underestimate nigga cause i’m young

Have you heard that age ain’t nothin’ but a num and nothin but a thang

So if you get banged that’s all on u

I spits more bullets than Bone Thugs speak to you

Leavin’ blood stains in the middle of the streets

Stank niggas can’t let them fuckin niggas sprankle me

Gank niggas i’m always labeled at the top rank nigger

I gotta chopper named Frank and it hate niggas

Stank niggas it gets the J-O-B done

You better run cause when bust it’s just like fun

Treat bitch niggas like a stepson

Unload reload bookah bookah the chopper come

The chest magaler

Neck strangeler

Uptown slanger

Brain untangeler, ya heard me

Verse Three: Bullet

Gotta uh chop with fifty shots

Ready for combat

Fifty shots in my gak leave a bitch nigga wet

Flat wit a bars head what you know about that

A hot boy hittin’ yo’ set like a bad wreck

Wear a vest you could do that

I got some bullets comin’ through that

Two clips take ?? full off highly tips

The glock nine automatic ? speed ??

I fuck wit’ ballers and killers ask Suga Slim and B-3

Fresh ordered twenty keys turned them over to me

Hot Boys and i’m gonna put in that UPT

For shittie, get wit’ me, og’s falls for halves

A-T’s kicked in the lab twenty G’s worth of slabs

A-hundred G’s and snaps two crazy AK’s

My people got kayed so i’ll be home in two days

Suga slim and Baby got the charges threw away

Gave the judge a half a minute told ‘dem have a nice day

Suga slim and Baby got the charges threw away

Gave the judge a half a minute told ‘dem have a nice day

Now i’m back street i’m doin the same ol’ thang

A young nigga bout my change so i’m lettin my nuts hang

I run with ten ward niggas

Bout it all real niggas

In the steel for real nigga

(Chorus)

Verse Four: B.G.

I be quick wit choppers

Splittin heads for nothing

Big Tyme hustlaz flow short and frontin

I’m bout money and power

Nigga birds and bitches

Collecting riches and eliminating snitches bodies in ditches

??? keep a price it can’t no better

You know you ain’t never got a deal like this ever

Baby Gangster uptown representer

Cuttin’ shit up chop you down off top you’ll remember

I be spinnin the binnin

No laughin no grinnin

Drop my nuts twerk it up bitch i’m all in in

I ain’t cuttin no corner I come straight and direct

I’ll put in a nigga chest you gotta give me respect

Fifty shots with an extra clip that’s how i do

I gotta choosin menu and playa its all on u

Baby drop it to me on the DL

And I drop to all my niggas on VL

Put that coke in they life

Let them shine and floss

Young boss get tossed

If caught up in the cross

Hot Boys, fourteens and sixteens thuggin

Put the icin on the cake get caught up catch a sluggin, nigga

(Chorus to end)

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Niggaz listen up (bitch ass niggaz)

Bitches listen up

[Beanie]

Ya niggaz can’t fuck wit us

[Freeway]

Haterz listen up

[Beanie]

Burn that nigga free!!!

[Verse 1]

Yo,

NASTY NAS ain’t ridin’ on the FREEWAY

Hell no we bang out on the FREEWAY, crash on the FREEWAY

Haterz waitin’ for Hova to die, before he see JAY

On my way to platinum, hata who gonna stop me?

I got the cops locked, who gone lock me?!

I got the block lock, eye on poppy

I got poppy lock, V on manny

Manny is poppy a lobby lock, NAS on his way

Pulled the shotty out, he piss on his body

Be on my way, buckshots stuck in his body

Piss up his lay, fuck cops park on the lobby, chill up his way

Ya niggaz ain’t built for these SOLDIERZ

Roc-A-Fella heat HOLDERS, put a shell up in each SHOULDER

Fuck up my day

Nas is like, a bitch wit the mack to his BELLY

Been dissed like this since MAKAVELLI (2Pac)

Now in dayz nigga,

Ya rappin’ is way worse then ya actin’ in BELLY

It’s set!!!

[Chorus]

WE MOVE OUT, we move out there

YA’LL GET OUT, get put out there

Wit ya thongs on, and ya girl clothes

It’s a mans world, sing along ho’z

WE MOVE OUT, we move out there

YA’LL GET OUT, get put out there

Wit ya thongs on, and ya girl clothes

[Verse 2]

By the way,

I came from the block and I’m bringin’ the block wit me

And I came by myself, but I’m bringin’ ya bitch wit me

Pop wit me, extra clip wit me, 50 shots wit me

Cause niggaz wanna get at me, haterz hop wit me

Fuck it I’ll treat ya like PAC and diss ya all

Still sell 7 mill?

Free Alswald drop you from the buildin’ and hit ya car

Or O.J. Free, stab you up then get OFF

You won’t play me, ya Cadi truck top elvolve

When shots from the ROC rip off

Won’t be like the movie, hit you then hit ya barbor

Freeway play wit ozzies extra cartalege

Take all ya groupies,

I’m the talk around town in the hooptie, fuck a astro martin

And where ever you stop, my glocks are like New York lots

Muthafucka make you pay for parkin’

Now I’m upset!!!

[Chorus]

WE MOVE OUT, we move out there

YA’LL GET OUT, get put out there

Wit ya thongs on, and ya girl clothes

It’s a mans world, sing along ho’z

WE MOVE OUT, we move out there

YA’LL GET OUT, get put out there

Wit ya thongs on, and ya girl clothes

I ain’t forget you (Talkin’ to Jadakiss)

[Verse 3]

I’m on my way to YONKERS to see this prick (Jadakiss)

He talkin’ shit on his records like he got clips

I’ma see where he at when he see this 5th

I DON’T KNOW WHAT HE BEEN TOLD

But FREE gone kill any and everybody that’s dissin’

And everybody I’m hittin’ either got ICE OR DOE

Nigga that’s money in chains, change and jewelry foreign exchange

And that’s JUST BECAUSE, my hands foreign ya chains leavin’

And don’t give me a reason because IF YOU DO

Then you won’t be leavin’

Toni Braxton style, won’t be breathin’

(uhh) Niggaz wanna hate on the kid

So I S-K, half of they face off fuck up they looks

Was pull brick tape off,

All them dayz that you thought I was stuck in the grill

I had my nigga wit me, plan on my mind

JIGGA wit me hand on my nine, I take ‘em wit me

Kris Kross ingo’s wit me, trigga wit me

Here come the pain, go tell ya mom his nigga hit me

Because I kris kross ingo’s wit him,

Unbless beef is a RHYME, so I dead that seekin’ a FINE

Freeway in the hood where the bread at (Coke)

Slicin’ the loaf, slice into dimes knife to ya throat

Like it or not that’s how we do in the county

I’ll bring the gun to ya stremph if you tangle wit MINES

Don’t cop a ?? in ya phone time stremph, cause I own my stremph

Nigga 19 just start carryin’ nines

Bibles and Jenny’s,

I pack gats that shoot threw ya bricks and ya lightpole fixurin’

And hit you and give you liposuction, nigga the rif-O sickin’

Niggas rappin’ and it bout no dumpin’

This nigga KISS got a lightbulb missin’

Clap all brain or somethin’ clap all night glow vision

YOU BETTER NOT SHOUT (shout)

YOU BETTER NOT POUT (pout)

You better not cry when the riffle dumpin’

Free come into town bout to light that bitch up

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