I dont mean to be prude,
ye dont wanna seem rude,
But boys whats th point of this,
whats it gonna do.
Coz u can argue all u want,
U could fight it to the death,
But the contest aint long,
When my lyrics so fresh,
Stepping with venom, ye if only u could,
And if only Snoop Dogg got shot in his hood,
Look stop wileying out, ur tlkin about nothing,
Ur both second best so its time u quit bluffing,
Puttin on ur pretences, this is game so play,
U'll both be on th benches wen ur opponent is Ray.

jokes fellas, jus jokes.
Stay kl xx


*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

BTW, Bigmoh, ur drop was ill! nicely done.
Serious improvement
xxx

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

Alright Rad nice, Yeh jokes lol.

Spread my name to you're friends, i'm bigger than ben,
U'll see me in a Punto, fuck Mercedes Benz,
A girl on each arm, Regents Street,
Spending more money then the shop can keep
Westend clubbin in the week
Standing at the bar, quarter to three
A girl aint complete without her hand on me
With a lick of the lips, shake of the hips,
And a word to the dj, so he dont skip
Last bus at 12 its time to go
Or on the underground, last stop at stow,
Throw a tenner to a busker, cause i can i suppose,
So hot on here, sprayed down with a hose
Drunk, escalators broke, thats how it goes
Girl at home alone buy her a rose
Stop of at club see girls on the poles
More drunk, on the way home stack down a hole
Lipstick on my collar, after girls like to holla
Girl knew that i cheated like she was a scolla
Walks away thinkin that ill folla
Dont think so girl this is london town
Get another girl from 5 to 10 pound



Edited 1 times. Last edit at 05/27/08 08:08AM by MCK.

Thought id use what u wrote n write a follow on.

Dis my predicament, im stuck in two ways,
See dis guy hes my baby but lately im crazed,
Dazed by the days, ye im counting em away,
Im tryin to stay cool but the thoughts play again,
Coz I seen him in th club, acting like a thug,
Dancing naughty, drunk drugged, ye proper fucked,
But beside him was a next hoe, a next bitch a next foe,
Once again i caught him shady, n dis lady was a pro,
Backing that shit, workin dem poles,
Shorty got no conscience n she got no clothes,
Hanging like a desperate, dat girl better know,
I throw blows like her mouth only mine'll crack nose,
Heading off stage, damn right i followed,
Heart breaking as i saw em up in the shadows,
Making her moan, for sure, i shudda let him go,
Right there right then but no, i walked home,
He strolled in later, handed me a rose,
Lipstick on his collar, he said ''anything goes'',
Fuck dat, dont think u say so n i'll roll
Over, its over, well i said it but he know,
I love him too much, its too hard to leave,
N its bottled inside so for myself i grieve,
Breathing, leaving? consider it please,
I beg my heart to heal but its too diseased n he,

Dont give a damn shit, no couldnt care less,
See the tears, feel the pain, ye love is like death,
Suffocating for the thought, tht maybe its blessed,
But it aint, stop playing, cut ur loses its jest.

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*



Edited 1 times. Last edit at 05/27/08 02:49PM by Radikulus.

Thats pretty good Rad, followed on well.

x

Thx, them bars u dropped wa sick tho, they told a story the whole way thru rather than just rhyming different words. Makes it alot deeper as a verse u get me?
i find it hard t explain lol

nice en tho, Stay kl x

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*