Pacz b-day wud be today.R.I.P.

Jesus came and SAVED a Mobsta like me...so aint no excuse for nobody now

if im gone: yes lil nigga hustle hard and neva let a nigga step in his fortress, god save me dont let me die in darkness, wasnt gym class but dat boy broke his back to get paid, if im assianted jus leave my will on the top of ma grave, lil cat not tnt channel 41 but niga was in dat drama, got dem quater bags in my hands praying for forgiveness to ma passed on greatgrandmomma, yes n i stepped in real shit theres times u gotta pattle wit no stick, lik gym class i had to lift, remba da first time i punched ma ol'man in his shit, not vegas but i live for dat pink swan money strip,jus vision thru ma cousin head dem bullets rip, n datz what keep me cold as shit, lik a dog i dont give a sht where i dropped shit, cause i had a good life but lik virginity i lost it, im a buisnees nigga and if u tempt i ya live will cost it, nigga couldnt no one feel ma pain i was dat type of nikka dat neva had a sunny day when i steeped out it rain, but i remba i went to a big wolf, from a lil weisel, i guess cause not van but i moved dat diesiel, ma life its lik i see all evil, u nigaz must b curtains cause threw u fake niggaz i see threw, uncle y u leave i need u, dreams of blood on ma evisuez, damn bout two years ago i lost miss aunt sue, in this is real times dats why i aint gonna give too many punchlines, in lik shaq saying i hope u niggaz know its crunch time, i used to plan out ma dug skeme at lunchtime, mama keep saying ill b fine, but sometimes ya parents gotta tell u lies, but i iant foolish i read thru her eyes, dat if money was life, then we'd b dead guys, so lik little debbie i must start ma pies, n let niggaz sizzzle in da pan lik french fries, all im trying to do is get five, and im done thanx for your time..... Talking damn life is jus a time...... n what u do in da time predicts what happens in afat life or thats what man says, but i believe lord word not man, n lik wayne said lost a lot of paasendgers on da ride but keep goin,n who knows when ma gas goes out but yea ma life is hell n im jus askin for someone to lend me and hand out but this is real rap n im done i burn i t down today, so live live life yall cause its jus dis 1 im out 1......

im the mutha fucken menace in this rap game//like method man i came to bring the pain//i dont bang or slang//but i represent that westcoast game//still got niggas on my jock//but they aint bangin hip hop//back in 96 is when that shit stoped//the death of a down ass ryder name tupac//stay wit the underground cuz the rest is wack//they say hip hop is dead but im bringin it back//

R.i.p all tha soldiers fallin in tha hustle 4 money

i wrote this to a beat by a brotha named Boonie Mayfield a.k.a. Meloe Spontane. the beat wuz called ''Back from the Crates'' (Gang Starr Flava!!!). u can check it out at http://www.soundclick.com/pro/view/01/default.cfm?BandID=634858&ref=7
i think datz da rite link but wuteva. lotsa da normal imeem rapperz wont really get this rap but all those who kno how to write thought-provokin shit definitely knowz wuz up. by da way u'll see YBC in mah rap and datz mah otha rap name.

Out the gates and I'm free as hell
And I think its time that YBC rebels
I need to tell the people that we are well
Read and tell the fate of the people's bell
Cuz I ring the truth out, bring the youth out
Bite down hard and I'll bring your tooth out
Old school flows brings an old school pose
Old school pros give us old school slo-gans
Old hymns can control them
Hold them down to crown clowns and fold them
Mow them, roll them out like the carpet
And weed em out of the real artists
Flawless lawless, all kids can call it
Whatever they please and please dont try to harm us
Bombers, terrorist can never charm us
Cuz we've learn better from our fathers and mommas

ayo can someone send dis beat to likemike2005@yahoo.com
i'd appreciate it fam,real talk

yup

dats a hard reap u good at wat u do huh?

when i rhyme i always use potery like i say i dont rap i'ma poet i just put it in rap from that's all