Artiest Ya Boy

Songtitle 100 Bars Of Death

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100 Bars Of Death lyrics
I'm Not Saying I'm Gonna Change The World
But I Garantee
That I Will Spark The Brain
That will Change The World

Better Show Respect Before I Lose It
The Whole World Know
Precise Is More Than Music
A Movement
Look At All The Goons That I Move With
Homies, Guns, Vest & Boots
On That Platoon Shit
Best, Hardest In The West
Yes, Literally
The Fans Comparing Me To Who?
Come On, Ya Killin' Me
The Enemy Keep Tryin'
But Can't Get Rid Of Me
Bombs Like Timothy
Arms Like A Centipede
Hoes Through His Door
Make Sure He's A Memory
One Nigga
But I Got Em' Shook
Like There's Ten Of Me
Go Hard In Hip-Hop
Hope They Remember Me
Screamin' "Thug Life"
Like A Tupac Minny-Me
Any Beef?
Tell Em' To Bring It Special Delivery
I Bet My Little Friend Will Put Em' Outta His Missury
These Niggas Wanna Finish Me
And Send Me To The Reveren
Honostly, There's Probley Better Competition In Heaven
Holla At Me
Fillmore Bitch
We Dollar Happy
You Would Think I Was Strippin'
The Way Hoes Throw Dollas At Me
I'm The Motha Fuckin' Spitful, Delightful, Iful
The New Ice Cube
Bust My Guns
And Rock Mics Too
So What's Good?
Either You Crip
Or You Blood
Somebody Call Khalid
Tell Em' "Ya Boy Was Hood"
If He Joke Like D-Ray
My Heat Like D. Wade
Shots To His Face
Make Him Sing Like T-Pain
Stuff Him In The Trunk
Then I Dump The Remains
Nowa Days
All That Rappin' Is
Is A Free-Chain
If A Nigga Ever Look At Me As A Free-Chain
He's Not Gonna Make It
Like His Plane Got Delayed
I'm Talkin' To The Real
If You Fake, Then Get Lost
Them Block Muscle-Men
Hustlin' Like Rick Ross
Real Talk
I'd Rather Sit
Then Snitch Dawg
Cause Quick Jaws
Get A Nigga Smoked
Like Menthols
I'm Way Outta They League
Who Hotter Than Me?
Gottcha' Favorite R&B Bitch
Swollowen Me
I Ain't Lyin'
Look I'm So Fly
I Should Be Flyin'
Maybe That's The Reason
Why Ya Girl Keep Eyin'
I'm Eyin' Her Back
Louie Purse, With The Hat
I'm Not A Trick
But I'm Rich
So I'm Buyin' Her That
And I'm Tired Of This Rap Beef
Tired Of That Gay Shit
I Thought He Wanted War
He Seen Me
And Didn't Say Shit
I'm Outta This World
When You See Me
I'm Like A Spaceship
Lights Everywhere
Make It Bright Anywhere
Got The Sun On My Neck
Full Moon On My Wrist
Da-Da-Daimonds In My Mouth
And It's All On A Bitch
I Guess I Took Notes From Kevin Federline
Everytime
Milk A Bitch Like A Cow
Every Cent
Every Dime
Never Been To Jail
But I Done Done Hella Crimes
Moved To Malibu
Now I Got Em' Thuggin'
To Pepper Dime
Gimme Mine
If A Nigga Say I Ain't The Top Five
Dead Or Alive
Remove His Head
And His Spine
I Load The Lead In The Nine
Leave Him Dead On Arrival
Ya Sittin' On The Shelf
What The Fuck Did Ya Sign For?
Catch Me With The Crips
And The Bloods Don't Mind No
I Don't Bang Colors
I'm A Damn Albino
Drunk Like A Wino
Hard Like A Rhino
Flyin' Through Ya Time Zone
Lookin' For A Fine Hoe
Rihanna, Alicia, Mya, Big Pimpin'
I'll Even Take A White Girl
Like Jessica Simpson
Make Sure She Licks It
Kiss My Limp Biscuit
Tape It
Need A Witness
This Is Big Business
I'm Heavy With SRC's
Like Steve Rifkin
I'm Talkin' Some Real Clientel
Nigga Listen!
Drop Em' A Line
That's All I Do
Is Go Fishin'
Get Em' Hooked On Me
Then I Turn Em' Into Fish Sticks
This Is
100 BARS OF DEATH
If Ya Listenin'
I Ain't Like These Other Niggas
I Can Go The Distance
Ya Fans In My Hands
So You Know I'ma Clinch It
The Rap Game Dirty
But Somebody Gotta Rinse It
I Don't Even Spit Shit
I Just Go And Rip Shit
That's Why These Hoes
Put Me On Like Lipstick
That's Why These Hoes
Put Ya Boy On They Hit List
Swag Like A Ma' Fucka
I'm The New Slick Rick
La-Di-Da-Di
Sawed-Off Shawty
Ridin' Through The Hood
Bout' To Flip Somebody
How You Rap Like That?
It's Just Somethin' Bout' Me
I Step In The Booth
And The Shit Just Comes At Me
Niggas Wanna Shoot Me
Niggas Wanna Rob Me
Fuck That!
.40 Cal
Here Right Beside Me
Niggas Can't Deny He
Hotter Than Mojave... Desert
In The Middle Of Summer
Let's Have Me Nashi
I Be
Killin' Other Rappers Like A Hobby
Niggas Take Pictures
Of Women When Like They Surround Me
I Don't Even Trip
I Don't Block No Head
I Tell Them Hoes
"Do Me"
Like Rocko Said
But You Can Get Up Outta Here
If You Ain't Got No Bread
Cause Even My Bed
Gotta Far-Gomo Spread
Yeah!
I Mean Scrooge McDuck Bucks
And If A Nigga Say I Ain't Nice
Then He Probley Get Butt Fucked
I Catch You In The Hood
All I'll Say Is
"Tough Luck"
Don't Holla Precise Gang...
... Ya Get Fucked Up
What What?
Cut A Nigga Up
Like Nip Tuck
You Might As Well Kill Ya Self
Like A Wrist Cut
And Everybody In The Whole Hood Know
It's Us
The Way Them Doors No Longer Swing
They Lift Up
The Way Them Boys
Gon' Do They Things With Big Bucks.
Big Homes, Big Diamond Rings, And Big Trucks
Despite That...
I'm Tryna' Sell Like Mike Jack
I Even Get The Fans That Don't Like Rap
Keep It A Hundred
So It's A Must
I Write That
Spit So Much Crack
The Feds Got The Mic Tapped.

Yeah
Holla At Me

PRECISE GANG!

YA BOY!

I Suggest You Keep Me Healthy
West Coast

West Coast
I Suggest You Keep Me Healthy

Y.B.

I'm On One

InfaRed On This
Motha Fucka'

Yeah

Come on

Vertaling

100 Bars Of Death lyrics
Ik zeg niet I'm Gonna Change The World
Maar ik Garantie
Dat ik Spark The Brain
Dat zal de wereld veranderen

Beter Toon respect Before I Lose It
The Whole World Know
Precieze Is More Than Music
Een beweging
Kijken naar alle Goons That I Move With
Homies, Guns, Vest & Boots
On That Platoon Shit
Best Hardest In The West
Ja, letterlijk
De Fans vergelijken Me To Wie?
Come On, Ya Killin 'Me
The Enemy Keep Tryin '
Maar Can't Get Rid Of Me
Bommen Net als Timothy
Arms Like A Centipede
Hoes Door zijn deur
Maak Sure He's A Memory
Een Nigga
Maar ik Got Em 'Shook
Net Er is Tien Of Me
Go Hard In Hip-Hop
Hoop dat ze Remember Me
Screamin ' "Thug Life"
Like A Tupac Minny-Me
Elke Beef?
Tell Em 'To Bring It Special Delivery
I Bet My Little Friend Will Put Em 'Outta Zijn Missury
Deze Niggas Wanna Finish Me
En Send Me To The Reveren
Honostly, Er is probley betere Competitie In Heaven
Holla At Me
Fillmore Bitch
Wij Dollar Happy
Je zou denken I Was Strippin '
The WayHoes Throw Dollas At Me
I'm The Motha Fuckin 'Spitful Delightful, iful
De Nieuwe Ice Cube
Bust Mijn Guns
En Rock Mics Too
So What's Good?
Ofwel Je Crip
Of u bloed
Somebody Call Khalid
Tell Em ' "Ya Boy Was Hood"
Als Hij Joke Net als D-Ray
Mijn Heat Like D. Wade
Shots zijn gezicht
Laat hem Sing Like T-Pain
Spullen hem in de kofferbak
Daarna heb ik Dump De resten
Nowa Dagen
All That Rappin 'Is
Is een-Chain
Als A Nigga Ever Look At Me As A Free-Chain
He's Not Gonna Make It
Net als zijn vliegtuig Got Vertraagde
Ik Talkin 'To The Real
Als U Fake, Dan Get Lost
Them Block Muscle-Men
Hustlin 'Like Rick Ross
Real Talk
I'd Rather Sit
Dan Snitch Dawg
Oorzaak Quick Jaws
Get A Nigga Gerookte
Net menthols
I'm Way Outta Zij League
Who Hotter Than Me?
Gottcha 'favoriete R & B Bitch
Swollowen Me
I Ain't Lyin '
Zoek I'm So Fly
I Should Be Flyin '
Misschien That's The Reason
Waarom Ya Girl Keep Eyin '
Ik ben Eyin 'Her Back
Louie Purse, met de hoed
I'm Not A Trick
Maar ik ben rijk
Dus ik ben Buyin 'haar dat
En ik ben moe vanRap Beef
Tired Of That Shit Gay
Ik dacht dat hij Wanted War
Hij Seen Me
En Didn't Say Shit
I'm Outta This World
When You See Me
I'm Like A Spaceship
Licht Overal
Make It Anywhere Bright
Got The Sun On My Neck
Volle Maan op mijn pols
Da-Da-Daimonds In My Mouth
And It's All On A Bitch
I Guess I Took Notes from Kevin Federline
Everytime
Melk A Bitch als een koe
Elke Cent
Elke Dime
Never Been To Jail
Maar ik Done Done Hella Crimes
Verplaatst naar Malibu
Now I Got Em 'Thuggin'
Om Pepper Dime
Gimme Mine
Als A Nigga Say I Ain't The Top Vijf
Dead Or Alive
Verwijder Zijn hoofd
En zijn ruggegraat
Ik Laad de leiding in de Negen
Laat Hem Dead On Arrival
Ya Sittin 'On The Shelf
What The Fuck Is Ya Sign For?
Catch Me With The Crips
And The Bloods Don't Mind nr.
I Don't Bang Colors
I'm A Damn Albino
Drunk Like A Wino
Hard Like A Rhino
Flyin 'Through Ya Time Zone
Lookin 'For A Fine Hoe
Rihanna, Alicia, Mya, Big Pimpin '
Ik zal zelfs een White Girl
Net als Jessica Simpson
Zorg dat ze Licks Het
Kiss My LimpBiscuit
Het Tape
Need A Witness
Dit is big business
Ik ben zwaar van SRC's
Net als Steve Rifkin
Ik Talkin 'Some Real Clientel
Nigga Luister!
Drop Em 'A Line
That's All I Do
Is Go Fishin '
Get Em 'Hooked On Me
Toen ik Draai Em 'Into Fish Sticks
This Is
100 BARS VAN OVERLIJDEN
Als Ya Listenin '
I Ain't Like These Andere Niggas
I Can't Go The Distance
Ya Fans In My Hands
So You Know I'ma Clinch Het
De Dirty Rap Game
Maar iemand Gotta Spoel Het
Ik weet niet eens Spit Shit
Ik ga maar eens Rip Shit
Dat is waarom deze Hoes
Put Me On Net als Lipstick
Dat is waarom deze Hoes
Put Ya Boy Op Zij Hit List
Swag Like A Ma 'Fucka
I'm The New Slick Rick
La-Di-Da-Di
Afgezaagde Shawty
Ridin 'Through The Hood
Bout 'To Flip Somebody
Rap How You Like That?
It's Just Somethin 'Bout' Me
Ik Step In The Booth
En The Shit At Me Just Comes
Niggas Wanna Shoot Me
Niggas Wanna Rob Me
Fuck That!
,40 Cal
Here Right Beside Me
Niggas Can't Deny Hij
Hotter Than Mojave ... Desert
In The Middle Of Summer
Let's Have Me Nashi
IkZijn
Killin 'Andere Rappers Like A Hobby
Neem niggas Foto
Wanneer van de vrouw zoals ze Surround Me
I Don't Even Trip
I Don't Blok nr. Head
Ik vertel hen Hoes
"Do Me"
Net Rocko Said
But You Can Get Here Up Outta
If You Ain't Got No Bread
Oorzaak Zelfs My Bed
Gotta Far-Gomo Spread
Yeah
I Mean Scrooge McDuck Bucks
En als een Nigga Say I Ain't Nice
Toen Hij probley Get Butt Fucked
I Catch You In The Hood
Alles wat ik zal zeggen
"Tough Luck"
Don't Holla Precieze Gang ...
... Ya Get Fucked Up
Wat is Wat?
Cut A Nigga Up
Net Nip Tuck
Kun je evengoed Kill Ya Self
Like A Wrist Cut
En iedereen in The Whole Hood Know
It's Us
The Way Them Doors Niet meer Swing
Ze Lift Up
The Way Them Boys
Gon 'Do they dingen met Big Bucks.
Big Homes, Big Diamond Rings, en Big Trucks
Ondanks dat ...
I'm Tryna 'verkopen Like Mike Jack
Ik heb zelfs Get The Fans That Don't Like Rap
Keep It A Hundred
So It's A Must
Ik schrijf dat
Spit So Much Crack
De Feds Got The Mic aangeboord.

Ja
Holla At Me

PRECIES GANG!

YABOY!

Ik stel u Keep Me Gezond
Westkust

Westkust
Ik stel u Keep Me Gezond

YB

I'm On One

Infared Op deze
Motha Fucka '

Ja

Kom

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