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LOC
05-24-2005, 07:08 AM
Online Same Time No Shit Dis IZ How We Roll

Gizzotti:

I roll wit a fully loaded mausburg, WIth banana clipz on my hip, So stay out my zone
Droppin 2pacalypse knowledge off my dome, Without da uze, Of a microphone
Im a ruff ryder 4 lyfe, Lyke Sheek and Styles P
GiZZoTTi da new Don, Kylluminatti, Avoidin all the, Political blasphemy
I sa-ran wrap my brickz, After it'z cooked, Sautayed in the pot, Mixin
Im still the dead, Among da living, Da only real O.G.'z are eitha dead, Or locced in prison
Keep a tommy tucked, So ya betta duck, When ya split, Outta of the club
Double duece duece, Fucc a A.K., Ill leave u sprayed, With 2 shotz, Out my snub

Gizzotti:

Me and LOC neva had no real beef, It wuz juz online shyt
The # 1 draft pick 2 spit, Eva since Xzibit, Wuz down with, Tha Likz
Ill have your rhymez, Suicidal, Hangin by a noose
The streetz mozt lyrical, Call me, The Yung Papoose
Saigon gave u the color purple, Ckari gon give u, The color red
Flesh wound, Bloodshedd, With 2 hollow tipz, Filled with lead
I don't do metaphorz, I do metro-whorez, Up in the, Trump tower
I ain't 50, But i'll show you, The meaning, Of the power, Of a dollar, Poppin my coller
Cuz im a hood legend, Lyke Kool G. Rap, And Mr. Bambotta

Gizzotti:

Battle me and ill keep spittin, Till your earz are bleedin, Needin fluffy, Whyte cotton
I put terror in squadz, Whenever i start 2 get it poppin, Lyke Fat Joe and Remy Martin
Im a verbal german luger, Leavin ya barz, Clapped and Wrapped
Have ya whole style, Screwed up, Lyke a Swisha House track
If the D.A. get me on money laundering, It ain't a thang, Cuz my paper'z stacked
Lyke Martha Stewart
6 monthz upstate, Fresh out the gate, And get 2 poppin dem thangz, Lyke Bankz, And G-Unit

LOC:

HOLY Shit I Jus Peeped Dis, & Who Do I See Creepin/
Cypher Wit Da LOCNESS, U Better Hope Dis Shit Iz Peace then/
But Fo Real Doe, Sho Nuff Respect, Let Me Mic Check, 1 Time/
Wreck Tha Frontline Like A Left Right Tackle Battler, Suka I'll Snap Ya Spine/
I'm Rappin Rhymes, Clappin Nines, Settin Tracks On Fire/
U Better Recognize, Dis Rhyme Leave Ya Mezmarized/
Spit A Second Time, U'll Realzie Fate & Be Baptised/
Now Im Da Man In ur Eyes, & Take Back Time/
Let U See Da G In me, Year Of 93 No Fear, On Da Street Wit Heat/
Tryna Rap On Beats, Tryna Protect My Family Tree, So Fuck Beef/
If Dere as Real Beef, Ur Mouth Wuld Be Bleedin, Leakin From Yo Buck Teeth/

LOC:

Now I Gotta Keep Up, Til Round 3 Cuz? Watch Da Heat Bust/
Soon As I Drop My Heat The Streets Buzz, Like Bumble Beez In Heat Cuz/
All Da Sukaz Beneath Us, No Way Deze Busters Can Beat Us/
U Mayb Chillin Wit Queens, But How My Heat Doze, U Muh Fukaz Gon Eat Dust/
I'm G'd Up, I Keep Da Beat Bumpin, Keep Da Volts Jumpin/
I'm Comin Wit Realness, They Gon Feel Dis More Dan Ya Faulty Punches/
Taste In Yo Mouth, Roll It Round, Saulty, Scumchess/
I Dont Give A Fuck Bitch, No I Culdnt Give A Fuck Bitch/

Coz To Me You Kno its Nuffin.

U Kno im playin, tryna be all tuffy/
U Kno U Slay Me, but homie i dont wanna fuck u if u aint buffy/
consider urself lucky, that we used to have respect/
coz as soon as u sed i lost my cred, i lost respect/
but keep it rollin dawg, coz its clear u dont want respect/
but dont forget homie, i was real wit it, i neva fronts even on da net/
was straight from da door, ya crew shady & crooked as homos/
and i got to let u kno......

no beef man, i jus saw dis freestyled it shit man but u call me a bitch & sayin suck and im wack in so many other threds then come here sayin im actually all good....

so i gotta keep it real.

Gizzotti:

Im the gamez new generation, Havin old catz hyperventallatin, Off my anticipation
Put u on permanent resperation, After i put out, Your lyrical assasination
Im coming of age, Coming 2 blaze, Coming 2 take yo postion, On the whole center stage
Puttin 2 slugz threw u from my gage, Cuz my teflon, Rockz ruff and tuff, Longer
Than the, Afro Puff'z, On the Lady of Rage
Imma take ya whole fortune, Spin ya wheel, With my chromed out, Steal
Im poetically Half-A-Mil, While u had 2 Roc-Fellaz, Just 2 get a deal, Lyke ya name wuz Amil

LOC:

now neway back to tha cypher...ups gotti mayb i didnt need to battle but jus air some shit out

i'll leave ya hangin like a close line, wit a nine close to my side/
homie pop, cradle drop! death goes by/
I'm Too Fly, Better Yet Im Too Busy To Ghost Write/
i Got A Little Thing Called Life, That Im tryna Survive/
I Jus Can't Coast By, I Gotta Make My Paper/
Make A Way For My Kids to live life greater.../
Than I Eva Got To, & If I Gotta Pop U To Do it, well See Ya l8er/
Im A Renegade Here, But I'm An L.O.C Livin A Life Of Crime/
And I'll Be Livin It Even In death, when I reach da skyz/

fo real....ne1 else

Gizzotti:

Fucc a punchline, Ill put 3 slugz, Threw da end of da ya spine
Revolvin my 9, Cuz Ckari, Keepz da streetz, in-twined, Bootlegged with crime
Im Lil Fame, Billy Danze'n the whole game, Mashin Out with my Posse, Learn the name
Cuz imma leave ya career shelved, Lyke a Death Row release, Cuz i go Against da grain
I keep my pump, Strapped, With pinz, High strung, Lyke a violin
Leavin u chalked up in more plastic, Than the whole anatomy, Of Lil' Kim
Enter the commission, My life'z mission, To make my name, Known on the map
Kyllin repetitive rap, Cuz i got no love, For Lennox Diplomats

LOC:

L.O.C! Rippin It Up Wit Yung Gotti/
Sumthing U Wuldnth Think u wuld C, But U Cant Help From Watchin/
See We Can All Beef Or We Can Get Into Dis Rap Shit/
Or U Can Act Like A Bitch & Get Pimp Slapped Wit Da Mac Bitch/
And Dats It, Pure & Simple, I'm More Pure, I'm Leathal/
Make Ya Curl Up Like Furr Balls, Make It Swerve Like Regals/
Serve Ya Like Legal Fees, Serve Ya Wit Da Notice & Get Back Ur Green/
It May Hurt, But Dats Life....I May Get Hurt too But Dats Da Life I lead/

LOC:

I Got 100 Gunz, A 100 Clips...And I Don;t Give A Fuck Bitch/
I'll Cut Ya Flesh From Ya Skin, Now Ya Jus Sumthin I Roll Blunts Wif/
I'm Bustin Clips, A Bully, Pull Out Da Fully Loaded Semi & I'm Takin Many Lunches/
Dis Iz da Prison Yard Sukaz, Don;t Look Hard Bustaz/
Aint None Of Us Smart Cuzzin, Or We Wuldnt Be Here In Chains/
Jus Like Da NEt, Ain't None Of Us Famous, Or We Wuld Be In Da Game/


lol wooooo keep goin gotti! dis iz fun shit

Gizzotti:

L.O.C., Mobbin with, YuNg Y.G., Call uz, The new, D.P.G.
2 MC'z, Takin the whole industry hostage, Off diz new dynasty
Picture uz rollin, 2 semi'z, And a tray 5 shotty, Out on armed robbery
Murderin da rap game ain't juz a hobby, It'z the life i lead, Under YuNg GiZZoTTi
Gangsta livin, Dey say, Ya live by da gun, You dye by the gun
Thatz why i let shellz spray, In da same amount az my age, Duece-1, In deze B.K. slumz
Lyke Nas and A.Z., Yall merkin uz, You can't be seriouz
Cuz str8 up, We the best, Point, Blank, Period

LOC:

U Gaurenteed Da Milage Wit I'm Freestylin'/
No Pre-Writin, I Spit Heat & Keep Ridin, Cuz Fuck Everybody/
I Don't Like C&A Or Chyna Bitch, and Im Not Sorry/
But I Don't Give A Shit If U Gotti, Lakey Da Kit, A Base Head Bitch Or Ckari/
I Juss Wanna Bust a Free wit sumbody dat aint swich/
Coz we da only 1s who keepin da homies on dis gangsta shit/

real tlk pizzayce

LOC:

Im Confident, Im Dominant I'm Bombin Shit I'm A Monster, I'm A Sith/
Revenge Will be Swift, Call Dis Da Confrence Time To End Da Nonsense & Bullshit/
If U Aint Coo WIt It, Den Pull Quick! Coz Ima Let Da Tools Rip/
If Ya Ain't Shot Dead, U'll Be Pissin Out A Tube Bitch/
Even Food Wit A Tube Too, Ya Goofey Silly Dumb Beaytch/
And If Ya Really Wanna Fuck Wit Da 1, I'll Let Da Tommy Gun Spit/
Ya'll Really Aint Shit...............lol

Gizzotti:

Knowledge iz power, Power iz money, Money equalz respect
Bustin 30 roundz, Out my tech, Peelin bacc, The skin, At da bottom, Of ya neck
I'll give u the manuel, Lyke Rule, On how i wuz hustlin o.z.'z, Bacc in High School
Flippin birdz, Longa den a charleston chew, Collectin more grantz, Than Lou
I'll take all ya endz, But neva end, Up indited, Lyke Victor Conti
1 hit, Imma snatch up, Ashanti, And take her 2 da telly, In da middle of Bristol County
Im havin cashmere thoughtz, Lyke Jigga, With a itchy, Trigga finga
Stayin on the grind, From 3 to 9, Hustlin poundz, Of powdered ginger

LOC:

I Hope U Didnt Use All Da Rhymes Ya Eva Wrote Jus To Show Up Loc On A Cypher/
Coz I'll be Typin Rhymes, Til Ur Too Old To Flow & Retire/

................dats it im done for now homie lol....it was good well continue l8er. if ne1 wants to jump in go ahead

Gizzotti:

I been movin weight, From the Tri-State, Since 93
Nothin short of a hustler, Lyke Swizz, And Cassidy
I keep a semi level 2 blade, With a level 2 fade
Spittin more heat, Off a beat, Than ShaQ, And Dwayne Wade
I see death around the corner, Lyke Pac, Datz y i carry, A fully strapped, glock
Pushin rockz, Block 2 block, From B.K., To Hyde Park

LOC:

Ok But I Really Gotta Go Soon LOL

I'm From Tha Land Of Tha Green, Yea N.Z/
I'm In Sinc Wit Dis Pen Ink, Let It Leak As I Kick Dis Free/
Watchin Me Key Iz Like Watchin Ali Dance, Its A Beautiful Thing/
Step Into Tha Arena & See Im Tha LORD Of Dis Ring/ (Lord Of Tha Rings)
And I'm Holdin More Rings Than J.Lo/
So U'll do Wat I Say So, Ya Get 3 Blows fuck 3 Votes To K.O/