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We often come across a written rap or a freestyle that can never be re-created or imitated. Sometimes the content of the rhyme is so heavy and toxic...it makes your ears wanna buss ! Here are a few of the streets Most Memorable Quotes......Check out my other "Custome Pages" for more Quotes..
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Peedie Kracko ( from volume 4)
"And for my niggas drinkin' ing-bing lacin they Timb's, half way and let the strings hang breakin em' in....." |
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Jakk Frost ( off his CD)
" Sike i'm just playin' im in love wit gun sprayin'...AK'in..Joe 5 and Sy-Bey'in, run in ya' spot wit more family then tha WAYANS, Make you lose weight like a boxer at a Weigh-in, I put yaaae' around ya way and it's stayin...ain't nuttin you can do to change that, yo' I charge 12 for a ounce. you ain't gettin no change back "
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K.R.E. (after Manifest spit)
"I keep bitch niggas in a bitch place...
Either that's a Back Smack or a spit in the face..
I pull the 8, thugs fake, face ya fate..
Red dot you at ya dinner table sayin' ya grace..
Save the talkin', give me the doe, give me the coke,
Say one more word...ima' simme ya throat..
The game deep..you damn lames think it's a joke...
Tasker, fuckin thugs nigga, take it and quote..
Lil' Kre, Big Heat, Pack the Desert-E, you got trouble if you thinkin' bout tryna measure me...
Cock the thing back and start poppin, you gone jump in ya Celebrity, and do 70, no stoppin"
J-Dot ( from volume 2)
" I'm the bull niggas talk about...Clap cops for fun then call the cops so they can chalk em' out...i'm in the whip, you on the walkin route...Benz gutted, ear studded, Fuck You Talkin' Bout'...I move coke through out your F'n mind...Turn Keys into Cheese, transformin like Decepticons...From Wayne ave., to J-Street, down to Lebanon, Wynfield can kill-Slugs in ya windshield...Arson/Scar sayin' that real shit, gun's rhyme too, oh' yes they will spit"
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Kev-Sandtana ( from volume 3)
Soon my whole team be coppin' them things, whips dropin' them things, blocks locken' them things, glocks cockin' them things...nigga I got's ta have it, flashin Cabbage like DT's do badges...I'm like a Hound Dog i'm a find ya stashes, even if I gotta rip and shred ya' mattress, run up to the closet door tear off the latches, run up to ya car door tear off the hatches...(here's my favorite part)...Gun's Buss Rapid, Bullets Squeeze Out, When it's 90 Degrees Out We Pull Them Tee's Out....We puff Hydro while yall pull them seeds out, my niggas stay high like Coke prices in a drout....Fuck rockin gator sandals wit my toes out, I rock Verssace Ski Masks wit da nose out" |
Jakk Frost ( from volume 3) "Classic"
"I'm from West Philly, where the rappers go broke and kill cops...Cool-C and Steady-B style, Mac 11 freestyle and it still don't stop, till every block is locked and every top is dropped...See me in the Wagon or the latest Mercedes, and I break down D like Tracy Megrady, I push the rock sickly...Me and my bitch ride around wit drugs like we was Bobby and Witney...but, we ain't usin' em' we got em' for sale, I got bitches take coke in they pussies to jail, Pass of on the VI, I paid the guard, to my young bucks that wanna slang work in the yard..........etc.......etc......etc.....Got blocks locked from Philly to Chester, and i'm known to talk shit like ya favorite wrestler, I can smell when the rock is cookin', can you tell when the gloc is cookin, can you tell when your block is tookin', and everyday you gotta hand me cash, or i'm a lay the smack down on you candy ass..." |
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