Post by Pay Jay on Mar 20, 2006 13:11:37 GMT -5
My Shit (Jay G)
Shit reply nigga
Used to think you might give me some competition, obviously not...
Shit, nigga, You think you can end me with half of rhyme//
Im writin this while fuckin your ho at the same time//
See this is so easy for me, stop actin as if you commited some crime//
Shit, you a little nigga, reppin some city you ain't even from//
But I suppose... maybe it'll impress Yin Yang, but not me nigga, I ain't dumb//
Oh shit, your bitch so tight, I better slow down, I might come...//
Ahh shit, you even fucked this bitch before?//
Haha shit she takin this dick, "More, More, MORE!"//
But nigga, she ain't good enough for me, I wouldn't even count this as a score//
She a bit too fat for my usual tastes, but you know how it is//
She loves the dick so much, she be askin bout kids//
But im like nawww bitch, I always stay strapped, I aint wantin no AIDs//
You either not fucked her, or you gotta micro penis//
I whipped out my shit, and she was like "Wow, I can't believe I've never seen this"//
Quadruples your penis nigga, and I ask myself, how can THIS nigga diss??//
Vanilla's Shit:
Your flowz go just like them nursery rhymes
Been readin out your Mother Goose Book ya bought at the 5 an Dime?//
Maybe if you take the time you could write some raps better than mine
You whistlin' out your ass like Juelez Santana is on your behind//
I popped a squat, took a shit, then turned around
That's when I caught your gay ass eatin it- ass up an face down//
I think your lost Arts & Crafts is down the hall
An we all heard bout your new tat"MEN..GOTTA LOVE EM' ALL"//
The raps my boyfriend spit are hotta than hot sauce
Now pack up your game an leave cuz before you started you alread lost//
Yo
I know you don't wanna end up like one of Dick Chaney's friends
have a few b.b.s stuck in your heart a couple lodged in your head//
You can scrap your style, now homie
cuz i'm always handin' the latest news in//
Your moms kick you out,dog
she makin' room for me ta move in//
I'm feelin' sweeter then a fresh glass of kool-aid HOW YOU DOIN'
when Gotti see my cash flow he like HOW HE DO IT//
I'm freestylin' hits HOW LONG IT TAKE YOU TA DO IT
an if i'm ganna spit thats just HOW I'M GANNA DO IT//
I'll kill ya straight up on a track
an make it harder then what it is for MC HAMMER ta makea come back//
Me an my souljaz will destroy ya like the Pistons did KOBE an Shaq
an its sad cuz you don't even come close ta doin' that//
We got 9's,we got Mac's,HOW OFTEN DO YOU STAY STRAPPED
cuz we can make your death the only thing you see when you have them flashbacks//
My shit
Shit, nigga, You think you can end me with half of rhyme//
Im writin this while fuckin your ho at the same time//
See this is so easy for me, stop actin as if you commited some crime//
Shit, you a little nigga, reppin some city you ain't even from//
But I suppose... maybe it'll impress Yin Yang, but not me nigga, I ain't dumb//
Oh shit, your bitch so tight, I better slow down, I might come...//
Ahh shit, you even fucked this bitch before?//
Haha shit she takin this dick, "More, More, MORE!"//
But nigga, she ain't good enough for me, I wouldn't even count this as a score//
She a bit too fat for my usual tastes, but you know how it is//
She loves the dick so much, she be askin bout kids//
But im like nawww bitch, I always stay strapped, I aint wantin no AIDs//
You either not fucked her, or you gotta micro penis//
I whipped out my shit, and she was like "Wow, I can't believe I've never seen this"//
Quadruples your penis nigga, and I ask myself, how can THIS nigga diss??//
You know its on... Booyaa!
Yeh niggas, whats up now?
Lets get this shit started
Ok now, all you wannabe thugs, stop tryin to be Pac//
Faggot ass niggas actin, but creativity is something you Souljaz lack//
Haha shit, and with a name like Vanilla Gorrilla, you sure you black?//
Or just another fake, too ashamed of their own race, I diss Essentials, then I get random attacks//
Im no ignorant negro, who says shit like "wigga", but seriously, be yourself "nigga"//
And no, I don't need no click, I can do anything by myself, its easy to pull this lyrical trigger//
Quality supersedes quantity, you don't know that shit yet?//
My rhymes are super-heavy weight, your rhymes are like tic-tacs, dissin me is somethin you'll regret//
Shit, in my first days on this mu'fucker I've taken out a vet, shit, I own the net//
You think you add some primitive niggas on your rhyme, you get some respect?//
Nah, you ain't got none, you in imaginary respect debt//
Thinkin' you owed some of that shit, but nah that's something I won't let//
My vocabulary is so diverse, it's like you can read it in reverse//
Still find a meaning, without using constant curse//
Haha shit I own this shit, I can Paint By Numbers niggas, but no, I ain't Murs//
Look... anyone can try and take me on, im'a still win//
Suppose its my background, finding knowledge in a city packed full with sin//
ATL niggas, but no I aint seen no crack babies thrown in the trash bin//
But Im guessing SOS will try and make you believe they have, in order to win//
Lyrically as powerful as the panthers, my shit'll hurt you so bad that'll it'll be felt by your next of kin//
Realise niggas, its gonna take alot more than you basic niggas, to defeat these words of wisdom//
But fuck this, the diversity of this rhyme will only be interpreted correctly by some...///
Yeah N.I.G.G.A.
What? Try it...
Im wantin some quality shit from you, well the best you can do...
Guess I shouldn't expect much huh
Shit, re-read that...
Probably the worst rhyme I have ever read
Shit niggas, what the fuck?
Here we go, hate to have to do this niggas
Ok, right
Shit you niggas talk so much shit, but with descriptions such as "sweet as a nut"//
I shouldn't even read your rhymes but...//
Your literature stings my mind like some paper cut//
I feel gotta kick knowledge to you//
Coz you know the shit I spit is like non-fiction 100% true//
Education is the most important thing that you lack//
By not reading, its like you are having no blockers and wanting to take the sack//
I'd be the lyrical equivalent of Michael Vick//
You niggas lookin for some support off these niggas like Vanilla Gorrilla whos all on your dick//
If I needed help from you faggots, why would I diss Jackhamma? Shit//
My shit's gonna be used in Infamous Freestyle samples, the flame'll stay lit//
And as for Vanilla Gorrilla, you ain't got no talent nigga realise//
Why you hatin' on talent? Shit talent needs to be respected, not despised//
You from the hood? stop with all the lies//
I don't know why every one has their own clicks on this//
You mean I take the piss outta someone and y'all take it as a universal diss?//
Jay G is eternal, as I've said before, I'm quintessential//
Essentials, Yin Yang, Jackhamma and Vanilla Gorrilla to this board are detrimental//
Shit niggas, why don't all three of you niggas make some click, try and take me on?
You know you aint got shit on me...
Shit reply nigga
Used to think you might give me some competition, obviously not...
Shit, nigga, You think you can end me with half of rhyme//
Im writin this while fuckin your ho at the same time//
See this is so easy for me, stop actin as if you commited some crime//
Shit, you a little nigga, reppin some city you ain't even from//
But I suppose... maybe it'll impress Yin Yang, but not me nigga, I ain't dumb//
Oh shit, your bitch so tight, I better slow down, I might come...//
Ahh shit, you even fucked this bitch before?//
Haha shit she takin this dick, "More, More, MORE!"//
But nigga, she ain't good enough for me, I wouldn't even count this as a score//
She a bit too fat for my usual tastes, but you know how it is//
She loves the dick so much, she be askin bout kids//
But im like nawww bitch, I always stay strapped, I aint wantin no AIDs//
You either not fucked her, or you gotta micro penis//
I whipped out my shit, and she was like "Wow, I can't believe I've never seen this"//
Quadruples your penis nigga, and I ask myself, how can THIS nigga diss??//
Vanilla's Shit:
Your flowz go just like them nursery rhymes
Been readin out your Mother Goose Book ya bought at the 5 an Dime?//
Maybe if you take the time you could write some raps better than mine
You whistlin' out your ass like Juelez Santana is on your behind//
I popped a squat, took a shit, then turned around
That's when I caught your gay ass eatin it- ass up an face down//
I think your lost Arts & Crafts is down the hall
An we all heard bout your new tat"MEN..GOTTA LOVE EM' ALL"//
The raps my boyfriend spit are hotta than hot sauce
Now pack up your game an leave cuz before you started you alread lost//
Yo
I know you don't wanna end up like one of Dick Chaney's friends
have a few b.b.s stuck in your heart a couple lodged in your head//
You can scrap your style, now homie
cuz i'm always handin' the latest news in//
Your moms kick you out,dog
she makin' room for me ta move in//
I'm feelin' sweeter then a fresh glass of kool-aid HOW YOU DOIN'
when Gotti see my cash flow he like HOW HE DO IT//
I'm freestylin' hits HOW LONG IT TAKE YOU TA DO IT
an if i'm ganna spit thats just HOW I'M GANNA DO IT//
I'll kill ya straight up on a track
an make it harder then what it is for MC HAMMER ta makea come back//
Me an my souljaz will destroy ya like the Pistons did KOBE an Shaq
an its sad cuz you don't even come close ta doin' that//
We got 9's,we got Mac's,HOW OFTEN DO YOU STAY STRAPPED
cuz we can make your death the only thing you see when you have them flashbacks//
My shit
Shit, nigga, You think you can end me with half of rhyme//
Im writin this while fuckin your ho at the same time//
See this is so easy for me, stop actin as if you commited some crime//
Shit, you a little nigga, reppin some city you ain't even from//
But I suppose... maybe it'll impress Yin Yang, but not me nigga, I ain't dumb//
Oh shit, your bitch so tight, I better slow down, I might come...//
Ahh shit, you even fucked this bitch before?//
Haha shit she takin this dick, "More, More, MORE!"//
But nigga, she ain't good enough for me, I wouldn't even count this as a score//
She a bit too fat for my usual tastes, but you know how it is//
She loves the dick so much, she be askin bout kids//
But im like nawww bitch, I always stay strapped, I aint wantin no AIDs//
You either not fucked her, or you gotta micro penis//
I whipped out my shit, and she was like "Wow, I can't believe I've never seen this"//
Quadruples your penis nigga, and I ask myself, how can THIS nigga diss??//
You know its on... Booyaa!
Yeh niggas, whats up now?
Lets get this shit started
Ok now, all you wannabe thugs, stop tryin to be Pac//
Faggot ass niggas actin, but creativity is something you Souljaz lack//
Haha shit, and with a name like Vanilla Gorrilla, you sure you black?//
Or just another fake, too ashamed of their own race, I diss Essentials, then I get random attacks//
Im no ignorant negro, who says shit like "wigga", but seriously, be yourself "nigga"//
And no, I don't need no click, I can do anything by myself, its easy to pull this lyrical trigger//
Quality supersedes quantity, you don't know that shit yet?//
My rhymes are super-heavy weight, your rhymes are like tic-tacs, dissin me is somethin you'll regret//
Shit, in my first days on this mu'fucker I've taken out a vet, shit, I own the net//
You think you add some primitive niggas on your rhyme, you get some respect?//
Nah, you ain't got none, you in imaginary respect debt//
Thinkin' you owed some of that shit, but nah that's something I won't let//
My vocabulary is so diverse, it's like you can read it in reverse//
Still find a meaning, without using constant curse//
Haha shit I own this shit, I can Paint By Numbers niggas, but no, I ain't Murs//
Look... anyone can try and take me on, im'a still win//
Suppose its my background, finding knowledge in a city packed full with sin//
ATL niggas, but no I aint seen no crack babies thrown in the trash bin//
But Im guessing SOS will try and make you believe they have, in order to win//
Lyrically as powerful as the panthers, my shit'll hurt you so bad that'll it'll be felt by your next of kin//
Realise niggas, its gonna take alot more than you basic niggas, to defeat these words of wisdom//
But fuck this, the diversity of this rhyme will only be interpreted correctly by some...///
Yeah N.I.G.G.A.
What? Try it...
Im wantin some quality shit from you, well the best you can do...
Guess I shouldn't expect much huh
Shit, re-read that...
Probably the worst rhyme I have ever read
Shit niggas, what the fuck?
Here we go, hate to have to do this niggas
Ok, right
Shit you niggas talk so much shit, but with descriptions such as "sweet as a nut"//
I shouldn't even read your rhymes but...//
Your literature stings my mind like some paper cut//
I feel gotta kick knowledge to you//
Coz you know the shit I spit is like non-fiction 100% true//
Education is the most important thing that you lack//
By not reading, its like you are having no blockers and wanting to take the sack//
I'd be the lyrical equivalent of Michael Vick//
You niggas lookin for some support off these niggas like Vanilla Gorrilla whos all on your dick//
If I needed help from you faggots, why would I diss Jackhamma? Shit//
My shit's gonna be used in Infamous Freestyle samples, the flame'll stay lit//
And as for Vanilla Gorrilla, you ain't got no talent nigga realise//
Why you hatin' on talent? Shit talent needs to be respected, not despised//
You from the hood? stop with all the lies//
I don't know why every one has their own clicks on this//
You mean I take the piss outta someone and y'all take it as a universal diss?//
Jay G is eternal, as I've said before, I'm quintessential//
Essentials, Yin Yang, Jackhamma and Vanilla Gorrilla to this board are detrimental//
Shit niggas, why don't all three of you niggas make some click, try and take me on?
You know you aint got shit on me...
