EMIN3M & T.I.P

B-Boy-J (BOE01): im comin much colder on this track
so shit back n sip ya yak
n watch as i peel these capz n my enemies ass
ima killa tothe 1st degree
ask any of my hommies and they wil agree
that its unhealthy for u to be comin around here fuckin wit me
ckuz i got the glock 17 B
n i dont be fuckin around bitch talk to much shit my 9mm round will bury u n the ground
somw claim crip some claim to be a clown some say they mexican and proud
but me im an american wit much much pride
n if u come dissin my nationality then nigga prepare to die
ya im wearin red but i aint trippin ckuz shit talk is all the same to me so now all i see is black n while
i have the all seeing eye i can see thru ur decespion
and im disecting ur plan to take me away n ya jet black van so now its time to load up the glock n when them cops bust down my door im buckin my glock
17 shots rippin thru they pig brainz
some say im insane i say im just wise
some say i need to claim down i say they need to get buck wild
im a child when im havin fun ima fuckin serial killer when it comes to kilin
and ima CEO when it comes to business
im a machine for war and god knows this
i am loyal to my friends allies and god
so i try to keep it holy when i kill
lord have mercy on my enemies ckuz i wont ill tie they asses up n make em choke on gasoline soak bread
in a couple of hours they fall dead
the 5.56 is bout to make the ground turn red wit cha blood
n when the bullet hits u ya goin down wit a mighty thud
the illuminati want my soul flesh and blood
but alls they gettin is is a 38 special slug n im puttin it in all of their domes
and i will treat the devil to a nice ak 47 chrome to his dome n kill his ass for tryin to steal my soul n its the same for my enemies ckuz they all workin for loucifer but fuck that i aint a fuckin fool bitch nigga i buck back wit my gat like rata tat tat ckuz bitch my mind is just set like that
so dont come at me wit that flouride is gud for u crap bitch i knwo better than that
n i aint goin let u poison me like im some kind of rat
ckuz bitch ima winner and im runnin the 7 mile track n i aint lookin back
n u cant harm me ckuz god has my back n he gave my 9 lives like a cat
so america see thru obama's lies and see that he is far from kind



http://boe01.skyrock.com/ <--------------a real live Denver G

King Ace (boe02):All I have in this world
All I have in this world (what up blood)


On the for reala my nigga just call me scarface
On the for reala my nigga just call me scarface
On the for reala my nigga just call me scarface
Nobody knew my name they only knew my face
On the for reala my nigga just call me scarface
Nobody knew my name they only knew my face
On the for reala my nigga just call me scarface
(loooorrrrrrrrrdddddd)

Protect me from my friends I can take care of my enemies
I come from where the niggas just kill to save energy
Sorry world but my mommy taught me where the clinic be
So if you tried to mimic me you'd probably catch some sick disease
6 degrees leaning on that pro methahazene
I'm a centipede these men move at women speed
I'm bout my spinach chesse dough cheddar feddi gwop money moolah mozzarella exetera exetera
Fuck competitors fuck these rappers fuck these editors
Fuck the head of the state fuck the gates who running the prisoners
These motherfuckers who pray I'm the predator see me dreadlock
Tough as bam bam from bedrock
I'm tied to the game like wedlock
Say hello red dot say good bye life and say hello Satan
A devil in the flesh a rebel at its best
No complaining we live in hell and I'm blessed scarface

I'm the realest nigga in here you already know
Got trapper of the year four times in a row (what they give you?)
A lifetime supply of baking soda clientele
A Rolly Watch, two pots and three scales
Can get bout 50 and a Hummer
The birds fly down south to Georgia for the summer
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Coke prices up and down like six-fours
Just cuz I'm fly like a helicopter
The fed rallies on my tail call 'em bird watchers
Minus the bullshit life's great
Just got a camera in the peach in my license plate

It's not a trick question yeah I'm strapped bitch
Also ripped nigga miss me wit that rap shit
Rappin ass nigga better do numbers
I ain't gotta rap I'ma do numbers
A big shoot out on the highway
RICH hangin out the coupe lettin' it ride sideways
A straight g nigga don't tempt me
I'll linger the whole clip til the shits empty
Big stacks yeah I got that
That's why I copped that cris by the six packs
Got the feds lines ringin let a telephone
Snitches want me locked up like Akon

Rich a rider, Rich a motherfuckin fool
Don't approach him like that you and Rich ain't cool
Rich a gangsta he rolls wit the real g's
And if he's smokin best believe its real trees
From L.A. Straight cush
Presidential shit call it George bush
Everyday is like a game call it fear factor
Gotta trunk full of bricks like a contractor
Seen niggaz leave here and they ain't comin back
Left 'em slumped on the grain in his Cadillac
Jimmy crack horn Rich flip O's
I just stick to the script y'all niggaz hoes