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TTP
10-24-2005, 04:59 PM
There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

Da rida wer non ortha then nigga TTP

TTP:
i give props 2 those niggaz bleedin in da dirt wit no ally facin hell//
i give daily doses who comez closes to me opposes rebound swell//
look at da line u choose u went against "me" first u dictated//
fo those who i kno u kno wats comin fo godz sake i sat n meditate//
as of late war goinz n warlords brin g on da arsonary tru niggaz are visionary//
if u come close to take a nigga out behind his be ready 2 be da first//
2 get da second in linez back hand slap//
no need fo story tellin da ghost of mak still makin war plan in da one room shack//
relief attack bust on those who laydown hatred this how u made me//
nutin but heat wave of hate bombz on da street i roam//
but dey jus sank thru me like bath tub foam//
i gots 2 grab my bitch comb stripe down da stratergy//
take of em jewellery switch on ur immunity//
still u aint replyed wat u gonna do 2 me//

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.


itz da niggaz none ortha than nigga TTP

TTP:
no mention no namez da snitchd police describin he black wit a step pep//
look like odb from da wu mixture between dead prez drivin in a ol' lex//
murdered my freind called me family tell em they next n datez fixed//
i think da niggaz name iz ttp i aint a chain slanga i aint a gangbanga//
im a crack head on da streets wer i snout my shit do anythin fo a two dolla bit//
therz mo plenty wer they came from i think da otha niggaz was drty//
Dj Dirty wearin his platinum rida chain//
da nigga swing fo me got my eyez blurry i was on da floor bleedin in pain//
beatin me, niggaz we jus crackheadz we aint no body we jus critise niggaz fo dey actionz judge em niggaz we on MIO jus 2 laylow n diss niggaz//
but deez real niggaz jus found out they kidnap my kid totured da lil donky//
fonnin every five minutez threatenin 2 make my lil boy do suicide//
my choice was 2 eitha leave town or join da crackside//
i said i was gon stand my gorund i was cryin it jus me i liedi hope dey dont comkit my boy sucide i jus want em 2kno ill die//

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

itz da niggaz none ortha than nigga TTP

TTP:
be fo' dis nigga rush me he tellin me he wanna duck tape me//
blindfold me cut my wrists da nigga jus poppd me wit his big ass fists//
said dat i was on dis otha nigga calld focus hit list//
sayin i was wrong 2 diss this i can hear my momma cryin in da background//
she tellin me dey got my brotha cain he'z quiet strugglin cause he'z in pain//
i wass so scared if we didnt get 2 da hospital he would be slain//
my sister meanie she was tied 2 a pole they wer spankin her ass cuz she was a mole//
i think she told me way back she steppd on da wrong niggaz da niggaz DBG gang side Doty Block G'z she said she plea fo mercy//
but they shankd her face left her u cant tell if she a white or a black face she covered in red cryin sumwhere down da devilz laire//
i aint never been rushd i was pissin my clit down//
it was like a stick up i had 2 put my handz down//
they said i cant no mo' take brownz they stole my ounce//
they said they gon blow my momz in ten said if i can count//
oh shit im sorry officer i forgot there a bomb too late (BOOOM!!!!)

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

itz da niggaz none ortha than nigga TTP

Still breathin......................

JaTahChild01
10-24-2005, 05:17 PM
you actually had a hot concept this time andstepped up your vocab alot. If anybody says this is the same old boring TTP then they hating for sure

TTP
10-25-2005, 08:45 AM
Chyna kno n AZZ crew kno

FlyBoi
10-25-2005, 02:53 PM
I didn't like it. TTP needs to look up wordplay and punches because it was just boring to me. There were no real personals. It was like anyone could of wrote this to anyone else.

LOC
10-25-2005, 03:35 PM
Originally posted by FlyBoi
I didn't like it. TTP needs to look up wordplay and punches because it was just boring to me. There were no real personals. It was like anyone could of wrote this to anyone else.

:agree: