Originally posted by CribsWassup playa, you dirty my bowl?
Tha corner gettin' crowded
I gotta push my way through
To get up to tha front
Do what I gotz to do
Line up, suckaz, all in a row
I'm a count how many can bring tha flow
Let's see, there's me, Cribs makes one
Um...anybody else? Nope! I guess I'm done.
We got Bambi03 and MisterClean
Tryin' to step right up to this rappin' machine
I'm a let you suckaz in on my goal
Bambi - I'll shoot yo mama. TT - I'll dirty yo' bowl!
You better back off foo', or I'll take your soul
You think your hot? You think your tough?
PSSSHH...I'll turn you into a cream puff!
Enough said, I've made my case
You better back off Cribs, you can't keep up the pace
Originally posted by CribsYou was wise, to not use my name...
Tha corner gettin' crowded
I gotta push my way through
To get up to tha front
Do what I gotz to do
Line up, suckaz, all in a row
I'm a count how many can bring tha flow
Let's see, there's me, Cribs makes one
Um...anybody else? Nope! I guess I'm done.
We got Bambi03 and MisterClean
Tryin' to step right up to this rappin' machine
I'm a let you suckaz in on my goal
Bambi - I'll shoot yo mama. TT - I'll dirty yo' bowl!
cuz you know I gots the flows..
and I got game.
You laid it down hard, on all them all suckas..
But you didn't step in front of the Hard Rap Rock Truckah!
I got 50 tons of rap, I deliver to the Crib
You tried to take over but I'm throwin in my dib!
So step back, don't crack, and why sound so whack?
Pack a crap load'this on your back and cold step back!
It's time to hit the road, and stay off of the street...
Now take a couple minutes
To think about this funky cold beat!!
Bomp, bompbompbomp....
Bomp bomp!
Bomp, bompbompbomp....
Bomp bomp!
Bomp, bompbompbomp....
Bomp!
Originally posted by PhlabibitI thought it over good
To think about this funky cold beat!!
Bomp, bompbompbomp....
Bomp bomp!
Bomp, bompbompbomp....
Bomp bomp!
Bomp, bompbompbomp....
[b]Bomp![/b]
Here's my conclusion
You hit yo' head on some wood
And had a contusion
I wish you could
See my confusion
Like gettin' outta tha hood
Yo' beats be an illusion
It's tha same old beat
Like a record skippin'
Nike's on my feet
So I ain't trippin'
Don't need to pack heat
I'm never pistol grippin'
You be workin' wit RC
Hamburger flippin'
Take my advice
Yo' beats need some revision
You drop tha same one twice
It's like television
Repeats every night
Reruns every day
My rhymes be like light
Showin' suckas tha way!
Now think on that!
Looks like Cribs and I are in a showdown
But I never wanted all the rest of y’all to slow down
Do you really feel that Cribs gave you all a mow down?
Get your selves all back right now, give us the lowdown!
I can’t pick on Cribs all day, I gots to slow down
If his words came out the other end, they gonna flow brown!
If you think I’m gonna stand for that, how long you been ‘round?
Ever see Joe Millionaire? Y’all look like Joe Clown!
So pack your razors, and pack a lunch,
Pack a change a’clothing too, I got a hunch;
It might take a bit of work to rise on top.
Did you really think I’d quite right here and just stop?
Never been like that before, why start now?
Never been like that before, and how!
Come on back right now, spell out your name!
P-H-L-A-B, street corner fame!
P-
You foo’s think you so bad, you think you so good, I’ll get my gun and meet you back in the hood,
You just can’t handle the big bad G ain’t nobody better not even big P-
Yo Cribs be trippin on his own words, and going out wth all the nerds, yo wait, you going with geeks? You turning into a #%#W%^ freak
Yo yo usmc you going back down to yo crib cause of me, you can’t handle all this up in here you better back down and take yo lite beer, say you chugging lite? Lite for wimps go back to mama’s or I’ll beat you limp
Say waasup alpha10, sh!t let me tell you something you can’t win
I’m signing out that’s a rap, ya’ll go back home and smoke yo crap
Whoooaaa, step aside, step aside, what we got here?
T-thou' back in da ring showin' up wit' no fear?
Yeah I'm back givin' it back cutting suckaz no slack
I got da lines with da knack, you da rhymes which are whack
T to da one to da tripled up zero
Kickin' off his return as da unsung hero
Cribs 'n' Phla' be serfs (that must make me Nero)
Stumblin' over they lines like ol' man de Niro!
Yeah I been sittin' it out watchin' our resident foolz
Phlabibit flounderin'...he couldn't handle his booze!
Cribs showin' skill in his lame-ass verses
Suckaz wit' no comeback once they've heard this
They know I'm givin' masterclasses and no-look passes
They drop da ball so much I think they need glasses!
"Mom, Mom, T-Grand is picking on me!!"
"No son, he's just much slicker than thee"
Originally posted by gameover9Be frightened. You fightin a titan.
You foo’s think you so bad, you think you so good, I’ll get my gun and meet you back in the hood,
You just can’t handle the big bad G ain’t nobody better not even big P-
Yo Cribs be trippin on his own words, and going out wth all the nerds, yo wait, you going with geeks? You turning into a #%#W%^ freak
Yo yo usmc you going back ...[text shortened]... t win
I’m signing out that’s a rap, ya’ll go back home and smoke yo crap
My rhymes are like thunder my writing is like lighting
Impala 03 . . . . ballin a** G.
Keep that on ya minds. It hit flows and raise lines.
Been perfected to make rhymes.
I show up people all the time like Gameover
I'm coming to the hood you call the suburbs.. in my range rover.
Strapped with 45's sittin on 22's
My boys will take on you and your crews.
Don't act all bad when you come in this thread
unless you realize the risk of winding up dead
YOu cross people like Cribs, you better leave this site
People like us drive by in the day and murder you in the night
Instantly you get clapped and hit the ground without a fight
IT amuses me, when you dig your own grave in this community
Knowing people. . . don't get you immunity
Let this be a lesson, if you speak your mind it aint a sin
But don't expect to leave the thread the same why you came in