Hot 16 Cypher

[REALTALKSON]

Im A Grind Forever You Flow Nice But Mines Is Better
Im Like Po No Puff Im A Shyne Forever
I Got Mines N*****a Let Me Remind You Getters
Seen A Lot A Young N****s Fresh Die On A Stretcher
Broke Down Like A Shotgun When They Applied That Pressure
Like That N****a From And One Im The Prime Objective
Plus Your Thoughts All Wrong Get Your Mind Corrected
Signs Detected Now I See That You Aligned With Detectives
Now You Roll With The Boys In Blue They Poisoned You
For What To Get A Little Paper Smoke A Joint Or Two
You Done Joined A Crew Now You Aint Welcome Back
Its Bye Bye N***a Once You Touch That Welcome Matt
Thats The Main Reason I Aint Want To Help You Cats
Something Stinks Now It Seems That I Smelled A Rat
To Hell With That N***a Cause Im Built Like Chev's
Plus The Game Real Deadly Youll N****s Aint Ready

[Da New Kid]

As a young'n a niqqa'd pushed dimes and nicks
In school the lil' dopeheads'd want lines and shit
Sniffin' in class got my ass kicked out of Carey
Kept my bizz in the burbs cause Queens seemed too scary
A niqqa looked broke like a muthafucka
But a niqqa invested in dope like a muthafucka
So now my cash flow is straight, muthafucka
I got guns for sale, too... That .38 with slugs to sell you
A niqqa word is worth gold
I work without purpose I just want more dough
Dom, not a flashy niqqa
I stay on th low, since any Narc could blast me, niqqa
My crew small but effective
Money done changed a niqqa's perspective
I suggest you get ya weight up and call me
Im kind and a gentleman, niqqa, Im ballin'

Had to edit cause I post 18 lines----

[6ftground]

So we born ready to die, ready to meet,
death in these streets,
we got profits to make, qoutaz to meet,
I'm the best -better than you think,
Our life- to the streets,from the west to the east,
greed over envy equals the evil in me,
indeed the red skies- bleed- for me,
How long will haters last, beef-in with me,
Yeah! i pack the heat, concealed, and its legally,
if I shoot you in the face- Police couldn't fuck wit me,
God let the life of haters past,as they walk in my path,
i won't hesitate to blast- so i know there's no forgiven me,
the mistakes are killing me cause of what i reap,
the chance i take- got me face to face- with the devil......
So i pray everyday to change my wayz, but i see there's no changing me,
watch adversaries all raze to end of dayz, from Cali to the NY state....
I see birth-in me was a mistake..........

[YuNg WiZ]

an intellectual complexed individual who's lyrical
sellin his soul to make a buck or two still spiritual
miracle baby, million dollar white collar
fuck it a blue collar hard workin known scholar
jackson state know none hotter or more lyrically gifted
keep niggas uplifted in negro spirtuals he spitted
ripped it hard like god and made a rhyme in 6 days
took the last day off to go to church on a sunday
laid back relaxed to the sounds of the sax
every few hours checkin his messages on paxed
ain't sayin much it's late irrate cause he got a taste
for sumthin good, no great, fridge is dry so gotta wait
til the mornin im mournin for more than a piece of cake
i'm bakin and waitin for satan to show his ugly face
the don is gone the phone off the hook just look
you niggas is shook like a crook who got booked in the brook

didnt really spit bout nuthin...haha

[B.U.Wulvz]

ayo' I spit mind boggling niggas i ain't trying confuse you,
straight thug, wise, send Wulvz to do you,
I know some niggas riding on some shoot'em up shit,
so i'm leaving niggas dead swizz cheesing your outfit,
my outfit evisu jeans button downs with fitted caps,
either that or tim boots fatigue suites all black on black,
skully rockin niggas with the mask attached,
one slug from the pump i bet your lungs clapse,
SHITT... who do donuts on front wheel donuts,
i wouldn't fuck that bitch if i blew off with your nuts,
who riding to this shit high as fuck on E. nigga,
bang your ass at the red light yeah it's me nigga,
post burn-outs blue smoke from back tires,
chain said Flat line all black attire on,
skied on heineken and henny plus red,
Nas Fed the nigga Big made the nigga thorobred......
well hell that's another one for you.
and it won't stop !
ha,ha,.. From: N.Y.C.-2-M.I.A.

[2Xtreme]

There's a million niggas in the game, but only one's the best
And nonetheless, this spot is reserved for me, time to rest
Exhaling fumes forming, watchin yall throw jabs like Foreman
But no impact, in fact to add, you quite boring
I reside in a city, where most are known for snoring
Never wake up, til you on TV with cake up
But I stay up with my head high, won't stop til the bread's right
And my family is fed right, and we sleeping in bed tight
But shots ring when the bell tolls, and hell rolls
Unfolds and our bodies punctured wit shell holes
Elevating, raising my status out of the coon bracket
Dancing for change, yet I'm enhancing my change
Saving pennies and nickels, squeezing dollars outta dimes
Making profit off of prophecies provided from potent rhymes
In the purest fashion, these intruders are tourists rappin
Flappin their gums bout riches they never once acquired
But I desire the finer things, but one thing's for certain
Fuck brickin', my livin's made off of workin
Workin nine to five, til the sun dies and night arrives
And after that, back to lab where my pad and I
Compose poetry over the instrumentation
Covered in samples that spill the words "A MILLI, A MILLI"

[SmilezSouthstar]

[••••••] (Southstar)
This ya boy ••••••, let me help this fuck niqqa out with this shit....
Southstar, here we go....

Listen up, we (back!)
Live from Orlando, we live it up we (back!)
We pitchin' (we stack!) you missin', how bad?
Momma mournin', we bitchin' , we (Clap!)
Its ova for ya no deal havin' chumps stylin' on the corners
We get our bread, we smilin' in the courtroom!
Damn! Damn! Damn!, ya boyz is back, just signed a new contract
Shady Records got the door shut on they ass
Yeah! how important this shit is
To all rappers and CEOS of the rap businesses
New album, three mixtapes in one week we finishin'
On the grave of my the death mother
•••••• & SouTHSTaR 4eva, we bout to drop another.....

[Southstar] (••••••)
Southstar the kid, you see me a tall ass niqqa
The death of my child had me trippin', y'all hauled ass (niqqa!)
we still battlin' on these mean streets
Cashin' in on Mickey Mouse, gun machine feats
Leave no clues (WHAT!?) we packin' clean heat
Animal Kingdome niqqaz, keys weigh like wales
Mathematics won't contemplate this scale
Water gorrillaz amuzin' at the amusement park
All tourists wonderin' what we do at dark
(Check it!) my flow bump morphin into ya brain
with the rawness, cocain, all offence
Universal, Disney, pink dolphins
Southstar uh shoot that ass up, leave kids orphans
Fuck em take too to the morgue and we done for tonight
Southstar done fucked ya in the ass n ya done for the night (What!!!!!)

[••••••]
Y'all heard him too this boy is mad
Im mad, we mad, Orlando is mad
Its our time now and foreva 08 from now till 4eva
HCeck us out on DJ Khaleds new mixtape droppin'
We RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW......
Yeah!

[SmilezSouthstar]

[Southstar] (••••••)
Celebri-ty pop star, hoodstar, what it' do! (What it do bitch!)
Obama Killa, Bush's niqqaz yeah we'll slaughter you
With ya mommas, baby mommas n ya daughters, too (SOUTHSTAR!!!)
Yeah its raw boy, so uncut boy how ya love it?
Joyful being on top, boy? 'Star uh shoot ya the fuck up OFF IT!
(FUCK BOY!) we V.I.P, on some nose candy shit
We so family with Lindsay Lohan on that T.I.P (*SNIFF*)
Clubbin', Ibiza, Berlin, we livin' the life, rich n famous
We at Studio 54, pourin' bricks on tables
No straws, only hundred dollar bills, we on some A grade shit (*SNIFF*)
•••••• & Southstar get the parties poppin'
Chargin' 50 G's each just to show up on some hip hop shit
Hit the airport, tourin' in every state, circlin' the globe
Raw fuckin' groupies, we stay reimbursin' on our jobs (ZHOOOOO!)
So keep hatin' on a couple a young niqqaz from the O
Who did make it... fuck ya punk niqqaz who stay broke.... (HAHAHAH!)

[••••••]
Word on the street is ya niqqaz stay missin'.... I mean where y'all at?
Raisin' goats in Wisconsin, niqqa get the fuck out my face!

I mean I don't wanna disrespect our fanbase out there but forreal y'all not touchin' us, we be at the 2 million dollar studio high off the purest....

Y'all stay at ya momma's porch burnin' that cheap dirt grass they sold u for weed.... Keep savin' yo pennys niqqa maybe some day you'll afford a nice shirt or sumthin bitches,ZHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[CaTchW0n]

SHit, I keep heat on the hush cuz I'll squeeze at the jux
niqqas bleed for months over a look
SHe must have beat in the trunk
all the way built
kush in the blunt all the way filled
shorty on my nuts so we slide to the tilt
shots of patron got me on tilt
before I beat shorty gotta douche
mow the lawn before I touch
I dont "beat around the bush"
see mami took
on the sheet all the D all of me
after im done she suck all of me
floors or beds on the head
after i squat on her breasts
nothin else no regrets or the stress
hope I stretch the wallet to express my american express
but, Im not trick baby, I pimp bitch pay me
most of these chicks cant get on the A team

[SmilezSouthstar]

[••••••]
Yeah daddy we runnin' y'all clowns out ya own threads
we be gunnin' them down, muthafucka say a word n we shuttin' them down
It's the S-M-I muthafuckin' to the L.... uh... E-Z
Keep complainin' n we'll be floodin' y'all shit so EASY!
You know you want it you need it, so much attention you lackin'
We came in, n gave it to y'all in a second it happened
So what, muthafucka? It's SoHH, AHH, all with the streets
combined into one n we all came with the HEAT!
Down South rowdy ass niqqaz, we so young n rich
Y'all New York niqqaz stay broke, let me give ya a cameo but suck my DICK

[Southstar]
Damn.... this niqqa ••••••, dawg you nasty!
Ya lyrical complex remind me of Nasier Jones back in the 90's
Hit the block with the trenchcoat mafia, the O is a zoo
The pressure start risin' as soon they start blowin' on you
Its all in the plan, for its better when niqqaz know about you
They knowledge limits itself, they don't know about •••els...

[••••••] (Southstar)
BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAT!
Yeah we murda y'all, its the muthafuckin' truth, ya boy •••••• n the boy wonder (SOUTHSTAR!!!)
We hot.... Oh My God, we so so fuckin' hot.... we global now... (We the Best!)

Holla at us boy if you wanna be on the winning side (muthafuckaz)
Y'all bitch ass... y'all bitch ass (fuck you pussy niqqaz!)

We out....

[Pencil Sharp]

•••••• and southstar started, so i'll come thru and part it,
flow so sharp witted my hair stays parted,
rhyming since the 90's, i flow if its a nice beat,
if not, my fist drops like i'm boxing melodies,
i'm racing myself so no one is ahead of me,
sucka', i'm from the bx, get your neck vexed,
who's next? i go thru the line like coke addicts,
and lay the competion down with courtesy on a mattress,
want my skills? well, you can't have it!
rappers see me and turn whiter than the name travis

[Played Punches]

i dont push whips, but i got girls and hot cars
call me a prison i got nothin but bars
my shits outta this world, kats consider it mars
i'll seal your fate, without usin a jar

[WIDOW MAKER]

I got bars like hershey yo im sweet with this flow, got cake like a baker icing watches fa'sho/...
getting rich like its chocolate get a peice of the pie, selling CD'S like they hot cakes and stackin'em high/...
candy paint on the chevy got the rims creamed out, crome shining like the wraper got the trunk cheesed out/...
Im a man I like the melons and a onion no doubt, strawberry on the kisses
in her gingerbread house/...
I like to taste her cookies cause she sprinkle me thick, she lick me like a lollipop and glaze on the tip/...

keep it going___

[mr.redeyez]

Since Pac Dead I Got Tha Juice
An I Aint Bout Ta Lose
Cuz Im Breakin All Tha Rulez
Yep Me An Ghetto Dudes
Yep Me An Metal Toolz
We Fool's.. Who?
Ma Creatures,ghouls,gangstas An Goons
Buckin Side Ta Side People Callin Us Rude
Jeans Hangin Off Ma A55
Dreams Of Makin It Off Ma Ave.
I Guess That's Y Dey Hate Me So Much
But Fukk All Them Ni99az Hatin So Wut
I Be Drankin Too Much An Im Toe Up
Ackin Bad Man Sumbody Gotta Blow Up
Creepin Like A Raid An Dey Scatta Wen We Show Up
Blat Blat Blat Leave Em Stankin An U Know Wut
Thats Wut Dey Get Fa Tryna Act Tuff
Wen Dey Really Didnt No Us
See Dis Game Iz Like Pin Tha Tail On Tha Donkey
U Rarely Succeed,an Like That A55 U'll Be Funky
Mutha Fukka Imma Goon.

[Scott+Free]

Let me break it down – I flow so icey – I’m skatin’ now
Made it flow so nicely, you flow so like me – take it now
White boy say I’m settin’ trends, I say I’m raisin’ the bar
Get on a record dissin’ ya fav’ rapper n raise hell to the stars
Raised in hell, so I blaze on a par
You call that shit hot, boy, its flames on my part
Don’t JUDGE ME on my raps, its all an act
I could still kill ya insects on my wall n leave the wall intact
Leave ya face all – bloody - when the baseball – impacts
Buddy – now ya face all – is cracked – dummy
There must be a step by step book on the self for ya kind
I suggest ya best invest in vests ‘fore a shell hits the spine
Ya lost on words wonderin’ what the cops wanna ask
Guarantee ya it’ll be hard enough breathin’ thru an oxygen mask
SCoTT Free be a animal on these rap beats
In the booth murderin’ the words written on these rap sheets

[WIDOW MAKER]

I speed like its Indy till my time elapse, bust holes in ya fitted like a truckers hat/...
see the skill of a clicker im born to clap, its no applause needed got the law for that/...
try to battle me and get torn for that, snatch ya mental out the frame feel ya head collapse/...
I get bread for that I get ahead for that, and I hope you stuck on stupid im prepared for that/...
I try to stay commited the criminal inteted, becomes demented landing me in prisons/...
Im in it to win it I never focus on the visits, just go with what ive written and plan my bail skipinz/...

[ElLoserkit]

Originally Posted by WIDOW MAKER

Im in it to win it I never focus on the visits, just go with what ive written and plan my bail skipinz/...

skipinz, watch it seepin' on deepends,
this is a briefin', no more canibal, leafin'/
just toronto, leefin', when i come in sweepin/
like i had brush or broom, i'm stuck inside the rubberroom/
celebrating, wit mad, skyliners, and fireworks/
this is the patchwerk, pull the handle down, insert/
my pen works, in exerts, it roll, flirt/
lol...

peace... lol...