learningtofly said:

MycoLearner said:

Anybody got anything thats not commercial????

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first define commercial for me. then i will provide it

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B-I-G, P-O, P-P-A.
No info, for the, D-E-A.

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Another amateur trying to damage the pedigree
Of the B-I-G-G-I-E, you know it's me

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Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
rapper style used by me, the B.I.G.
I put my key, you put your key in, money we'll be seeing
Will reach the fucking ceiling, check, check it

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Niggaz say I died dead in the streets
Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach
Chillin, sittin on about half a million
With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women
Next two years, I should see about a billion
All for the love of drug dealin

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Huh, goodness gracious the papers
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga, pass that before you get your grave dug
from the main thug, .357 slug
And my nigga Biggie got an itchy one grip

One in the chamber, 32 in the clip
Motherfuckers better strip, yeah nigga peel
before you find out how blue steel feel

from the Beretta, putting all the holes in your sweater
The money getter motherfuckers don't have better
Rolex watches and colourful Swatches
I'm digging in pockets, motherfuckers can't stop it

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As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
Doin whatever it took from snatchin chains to pocketbooks
A big BAD motherfucker on the wrong road
I got some drugs tried to get the avenue sold
I want it all from the Rolexes
to the Lexus gettin paid, is all I expected
My mother didn't give me what I want, what the fuck?
Now I got a glock, makin motherfuckers duck
Shit is real, and hungry's how I feel
I rob and steal because that money got that whip appeal
Kickin niggaz down the steps just for rep
Any repercussion lead to niggaz gettin wet
The infrared's at your head real steady
You better grab your guns cause I'm ready, ready

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Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in a choke - gun smoke, gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer
The hooker layer - motherfucker say your prayers
Hail Mary full of grace.. smack the bitch in the face;
take her Gucci bag and the North Face
off her back, jab her if she act
funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
The Visa, kapeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors"
Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho
Swift fist like Camacho, I got so
much style I should be down wit the Stylistics
Make up to break up niggas need to wake up
Smell the Indonesia; beat you to a seizure
Then fuck your moms, hit the skins til amnesia
She don't remember shit! Just the two hits!
Her hittin the floor, and me hittin the clits!
Sucking on the tits! Had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love; my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was "Humpin Around" and "Jump-in Around"
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man; she said, "B-I-G"
Then I bust in her E-Y-E

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One two, one two, gonna do it like this
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKLYN AT
We gonna do it like this
Anytime you're ready, check it

I got seven Mack 11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten mack tens, the shits never ends
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot glocks
That's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread
Little Gotti got the shotty to your body
So don't resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns, I make number runs
I give mc's the runs drippin
when I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the D-E-C-K
My slow flow's remarkable, peace to Matteo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the llello
That's crazy blunts, mad L's
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my God, I'm droppin shit like a pigeon
I hope you're listenin, smackin babies at they christening

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Armed and dangerous, ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel dust, label us Notorious
Thug ass niggaz that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all niggaz be scramblin, gamblin
Up in restaraunts with mandolins, and violins
We just sittin here tryin to win, tryin not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke need oxygen, steadily countin them Benjamins
Nigga you should too, if you knew
What this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since ninety-two
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you know who
Fuck a few female stars or two
Then I bluelight niggaz knew like Mike's shit
Not to be fucked with
Motherfucker better duck quick, cause
Me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo' game, talk yo' shit
Grab yo' gat, call yo' click
Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggaz I got ta fight one
All them hoes I got ta like one
Our situation is a tight one
Whatcha gonna do, fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take thee
Bone and Big, nigga die slowly
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
Shit, lyrically, niggaz can't see me
Fuck it, buy the coke
Cook the coke, cut it, blow the bitch
Before you call yourself lovin it
Nigga you with a Benz fuckin it
Doesn't it seem odd to you
Big come through with moms and crews
Goodfellas to to the Mo Thugs dudes
Who's the killa, me or you?

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I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
how much, dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
if that man fucked up, get your ass stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, shit, for that fast buck
she be layin in the bushes to light that ass up
Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high, on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, shit forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch
Find yourself in serious shit
Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain't gettin bags stay the fuck from police (uh-huh)
If niggaz think you snitchin ain't tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl fucked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pasta bake up, word up, uhh

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Artist: X-Raided
Album: Psycho Active
Title: Bitch Killa

[Verse 1]
I followed that bitch to her house
She's kind of stupid, walking through the block without a spouse
She's got a hold of her purse with a death grip
But the purse ain't what I want so don't trip
I know she saw me when she started walking faster
I grabbed the glock and I was just about to blast her
But then I stopped because I thought it'd be much better
If the bitch is still alive then the pussy gonna be wetter
So the chase was on, I started running
I said "You'd better stop, cause if you don't I'm gonna be gunning"
She didn't stop so I popped on in her knee
That's when she straight-up hit the motherfucking concrete
I grabbed her legs and threw her in the buck
She said, "Don't be so rough cause I really wanna fuck"
I started digging, my nigga, I was digging
She had a knife and in my back that bitch was digging
I was high so I didn't feel shit
She realized she was fucking with a lunatic
She started screaming "Let me go," loud as fuck
Cause of her hollering I busted me a fat nut
I stood up and started wiping off my shit
And put it in her mouth and said "Suck bitch"
Don't get it twisted it wasn't my dick the bitch was sucking
It was the barrel of my glock that had her head ducking
I took it out and stuck it in her pussy
I pulled the trigger and the nut came thick and mushy
I grabbed my gun and disappeared like Jack the Ripper
Young X-Raided is a real bitch killer

[Chorus] (x2)
The B the I the T the C the H
The K the I the L the L the A
It's the devil in disguise..
Oh yeah, in disguise

[Verse 2]
It's Halloween and I got a treat
And dressed like the Devil and I'm handing out human meat
And every hoe that rings my bell
I drag them in the house and take them on a trip through Hell
Let's say, for instance, there was this white bitch
I met her before this story but this time she got to die and shit
I drug her in the back room
On her stomach, puppy-style, stuck my dick up in her womb
She wasn't screaming, she was loving this dick
I couldn't nut; the bitch was having too much fun and shit
I stuck my knife in her ass with no Vasoline
I stuck it deeper and deeper and then I heard her scream
I thought the pain from my knife was why she hollering
But she was nutting; by my blade she was not bothered
She busted a nut around my dick that shit got hotter
The bitch's nut was hot like scalding lava
I started screaming, she was laughing like a mother fuck
My dick was burning half to death cause of this slut
She let me go and I ran to my act-right
My hands was bleeding, I was squeezing trigger hella tight
Like twenty shells I let her have it to the face
When smoke cleared there wasn't a motherfucking trace
Where was this bitch? She disappeared like great Houdini
Against the wall was something sicker than zuccini
I blew her up in bits and bits, her face were gone
MY dick was raw and nibbled to the bone
But she dead, her head was like exploded nigga
A close encounter for the motherfucking bitch killer

[Chorus] (x2)
The B the I the T the C the H
The K the I the L the L the A
It's the devil in disguise..
Oh yeah, in disguise

[Verse 3]
Cruising down Stocking slow, giving hoes crazy stares
They on their stroll, and half of them I put them there
I saw a bitch, kind of young, Chinese and black mix
I roll my window down, "Thirty bucks for this trick?"
She approached the Jeep, "I give you a G if it feels like tight"
She said, "The way you talking I could suck your dick all night"
Then it was on, I took her home, that was like her first mistake
Cause what the ain't gonna give, X-Raided locc gonna take
I took her in my room G
She laid on the bed and said, "Daddy, come and kill me"
Not knowing that's what I had for that ass and get
Like Rick James I'm fixed to torture this bitch and shit
I laid her on her back with them spreaded
I grabbed my razor blade and pussy lips got shredded
She was bleeding like that time of the month
I cut a hole fat enough to stick my fist up in her cunt
Stunt that life span that dope got sliced
Bleeding like a hemophiliac sucking dried ice
I chopped the bitch to bits and bits, yeah
Another victim of the nigga with the sickness

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MSUman6000 said:

Just a heads up for the Eminem fans of the Shroomery, Relapse:Refill leaked online.  There are good torrents and its some of his best stuff.

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