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your not black

go lick ur dads ball sack

and go pretend to do crack

cause anything to do with black you lack

you make gay videos of you smoking

and i wonder if youre joking

and if after ur toke if u start choking

and ur voice sounds like your croaking

you probaly dont even have a gun

and if you did even if u got in a fight youd be done

and trust me it wouldnt be fun

and the number of girls youve had is none

i hope you get shot

and die of a blood clot

cuz u make gay videos of u smoking pot

and ur fat makes u look like a tater tot
 
lil g i dont like u

but i surf ns in spite

but man if i ever met u

i dont dout we would have to fight

cus boy you be trippin

makin gay videos of you rippen

i think you need a whippen

i think your real name is pippin

but this rap aint gona be 16 bars

shit it aint even gona be 4

becauase lil g, know what son?

your a bitch and your girlfriend is a whore.
 
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why can't you fools see

you shouldnt mess with lil G

cuz the West side havoc posse

is more legit than shaved pussy

intelligence dont have nothin to do

with the insults and jokes i say to you

might as well pack up yo bags and go home

cuz i got more black in me than the new orleans Superdome
 
Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag

Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag

Lil G on his knees lookin up

Blued up from the Zoo, a pi' grew up

Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up

At Lamerit Park, taggin, hittin fools up

Ditchin my class, just to fuck yo' school up

You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up

But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you

Now there's another motherfucker with no future

But Chris Mercer much smoother when I manuever

I'm comin Straight Outta Columbine with a loose cannon

Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner; Watch your manners

at last another blast from the top notch

From way back with the pop rocks

I pop lock witcha-Picture this

Mercer twistin wit the lyrics

and Lil' G needs a fix

Don't trip, it's a time bomb in this bitch

Here it tick tick tick tick

Wait a minute it's on! I tell it like a true mackadelic

Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it

From sundown to sunup -- clown done run up

The Aftermath'll be two in your gut

Lil' G what?

Gimme that mic fool, it's a West coast jack move

They call Lil G 'Spitt' - cause he spit like gats do

rockin that throat back

Bustin cocks for my max crew, at Fairfax

who used to wear Air Max shoes, that's true

But I grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you

Blast you, for that set you claim

Mash on you for your turkish chain, C.K. B.K.

Blued up or flame, I ran wit a gang

I helped niggaz get, jacked for they Dana Dane's

My pants hang below my waistline

I look humble wanna rumble?

I bang though, like Vince Carter from the baseline

don't waste my time

Fuck a scrap in killa Cali, AK's and 9's

One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches

Hawaiian thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches

I was raised in the hood called WHAT-THE-DIF'

Where the Lil G in the hood, obliged to suck wood

Slurpin' for the fuck of it

Anybody hatin on G doesn't relieve their dick

If you catch Lil G suckin cock you feel queezy, puking on the floor

Enjoying yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore

It's M-E-R-to-the-C

Fuckin with me might get you banned from TV,

cassette and CD it's all mine the whole nine the right time

Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie

What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health

like Lil G puttin a cock up to his face and blastin himself

Five in the mornin, Lil G at my door

Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer

Let em come in BLAOW let him see the thunder roll

Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the four

and brews by the case

SLAP Lil' G in the face with the bass, cock laced

Likwit Kings wit Sedans and gold rings

Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings
 
Yeah...

Uh-huh, right...

Watch This...

Never should have fucked with Lil G...

Let's fight to this...

Don't even tempt me...

Peace to our way of life

Hats off to all the trife

Let's toast to fully autos and foot long knives

Specially for stacks of green packs

My outfit will perform, so blow all stained raps

Now let me take y'all bitchez back to my basics of this

Ya ancient to flip fag catch a face lift

My shank do remarkable things for fakeness

My whole Crew got the same patience

We pack places, West Side Havoc bangs ya nation

Ya light at the weight station

That weak shit need replacing, put this in heavy rotation

Overdose music

It's theraputic to the user

Driving wild under the influence of this

Careful, cuz ya might just crash ya shit

Total ya whip and still pull my tape out the deck

Lil G and West Side Havoc connect like thirty thousand dollar links

Unpoppable, unstoppable, we topple

My drug cliental was bringing me money well

Smoking Salvia and Weeda so good

It leave a funny smell

Niggaz scoping me, hoping police is close to me

Lil G is regulatin'

The way shit's supposed to be

Gold chain choking me, cocaine provoking me

To live my destiny

And kill all those opposed to me

Rolling in my homiez Durango

Doing my thang yo, my mac milly

Sweeter than a mango

Son, you know the drilly

The drama is a part of me

Did time for cocaine, nines and armed robbery

My rhyme written graffiti is a live nigga prophecy

G's poetic rhymes are like dimes but no credit

I leave ya mind paralysed, but don't wet it

Scarface persona, I acquired a taste for drama

And I embrace this, real shit

You banned from the projects

No love here, fuck you

Yo, I'ma see you

bitchphatz, you transperant see through

Rhymes fully automated, you semi crime related

Lil G and xxxScratchxxx rhyme amazing

Thug shit you can't fuck with...

What!!!

Fuck ya bullshit rep, bitchassphatz you ass bet

Talking all that shit, don't even got cash yet

I floss, try to get away

No gats tossed

Got drama with my click, I'ma take it to the source

Benicia representative, I'm just trying to live

If I can't get to you, I'ma take it to ya kids

Spray ya crib, fuck it son

Something gotta give

If I can't live then ain't nothing gonna live

That's dead ass

But to put this whole shit in a smash

You real, hit that ass up on four wheels

All jokes aside, you goin' squeal like them other bitchez

You know WSH kick the truth, you wanna clap us

I got this, strictly out the mouth nothing but hot shit

Pop shit, you couldn't fuck this when I drop shit

You helpless, put your whole shit outta service

Put up some old shit

Yo, if it wasn't

Them niggaz like us, you just be ash dust

Hustling for petty kid cash

Come on know, you know I know

When it comes to gats, I'ma a hoe

Never bite my tongue, let them player haters know how we coming

Straight coming through while you running

Get done, have that ass shaking like a bitch when she coming

One in a mil, you take it in the ass like a mickie

It's fifty fifty fucking with this, bitch just come and get me

No fucking doubt...

 
Lil' G swallows hot loads, under Cali bars

He sucks big cocks that belong to rock stars

He blows men from uptown to Hollywood

And if you don't like it, G's ass accepts wood...

He's havin a good day on the freeways of Los A.

In his pimp's El Dora' suckin' off Ghostface

"Well hold up, and let me smile for a minute.

While I stare at this cock and swallow my limit. Lemme fuck it.

I'ma ride this ass rocket 'til the balls fall off

And I'ma hum on your hairy sac until my dick goes soft"

Take a journey through the mind of a one of a kind

Self-made cocksucker that's enjoying his time

On balls, on dicks, on cum loads, and into pee

Swallows it all for free, good times on G!

It's Lil' G, fool, hungriest homo in the world

And he can suck on your winnie and make your toes curl

and it goes ::suck:: ::suck:: fast

And "put it in my ass

Oh you didn't know?

I'll eat what you blast"

It's showtime, blow-time, G's prime-time

Swallowin protein on Sunday, postin it online

Mercer be the first dude putting treasure over beats

Every measure be complete to make sure it's buried deep

Locked in your memory to provide a safe keep

So even if you diggin' what Lil' G sayin

He can't throat this dick so it's the women I be playin'

Merc Dawg rhyme sayin' and I know y'all been waitin

So Lil' G open up the gate and, I made my way in

And pimped his production as a present for the patients
 
oh snap! that was that raw shit, you betta run!

you just got hung up to dry SONNN!

Lil' G where you at foo?

Thought west side havoc had skillz too

nigga please! homie from da 3-0-3 just owned you!
 
dude you made that up......thats from TIs new cd and you just took out TI and Bankhead and replaced it with lil g and west side havoc

 
that's one of dre's best songs. everyone should know the entire 2001 album, surprised no one pointed that out sooner.

Lil G's previous rap was 'Mobb Depp - Comega Killaz Theme'

I changed my second one around quit a bit. Name that track.
 
Quick to shoot, Quick to loot,

Niggaz from Wiscompton rock one piece oakley suits.

Every day stabbing bitches, too bad on our pick up trucks we can't have switches.

Hell yeah with guns I go deer hunting, so haters aren't quick to start fronting.

Are you ready to start this battle?

I'm the pittsburg steelers, and your the seahawks of seattle.

End up like the super bowl,

all yall phony rappers rhymes you say you wrote, actually STOLE.

bitch

please.

 
pretty sure neither me nor lil g 'claimed' those lines.

i posted right under his rap: 'nice mobb deep edit, i'll see what i can pull out'

your freestyle sucked. do you really wanna read a ton of shitty freestyle lines? or are quality songs adjusted to make fun of someone more appealing?

i like the latter. go search for the lyrics of a good song and adjust it to fit the situation. thats how this shit will get creative.

my second one 'adjustment' was formed from the first verse from 'hot bars - slug & murs'.
 
beat me to it. and no, I dont think that taking lyrics from a song is creative. They often take the beat and stuff and spit from that. I don't care if you think im a joke, because I freestyle as a joke. Stealing lyrics and editing them is a joke.
 
make up ur own shit if ur ghetto lil g all black people can rap so you must be white if you cant.

rock and roll your sig should say i get goose bumps not hear goosebumps thats not possible
 
I'll continue on with my other one.

why can't you fools see

you shouldnt mess with lil G

cuz the West side havoc posse

is more legit than shaved pussy

intelligence dont have nothin to do

with the insults and jokes i say to you

might as well pack up yo bags and go home

cuz i got more black in me than the new orleans Superdome

after the hurricane called katrina

just say farewell to your rebuttle, cya

my lyrics are quizical

they affect you both mentally and physical

when i spit my shit on the mic

leave you speechless like an unspoken dyke

too bad you will never see this shit on MTV

because the message is whats important to me

not the bling bling of 32" rims

not building a house like you see in the sims

its the fact that i know

that my music relates to the average joe

i send a political message to the entire earth

with the talent that ive had since birth

to rhyme different words together

and let my message flow forever

you see im sick of the ignorance on this site

it seems like everyone looks just to fight

so i ask you to think before you post

and use the search bar when it matters most

sorry to leave you all like i do

but i got ladies that need tending to

so i leave NS on this holla

jeff kiesel you still owe me a dolla

 
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