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  • Official Sharoyce Antwan Audio

    **** Wrong? http://usershare.net/b82245ylex5i

    Take Advantage http://usershare.net/fpla7nz2eoau

    What it do? produced by Cleveland http://usershare.net/lgsqxs78h7s8

    Jim Eastwood Freestyle http://usershare.net/1xtylybv8eea

    She Stacked ft. Melvin J http://usershare.net/fomzikmm8gu3

    Go Head http://usershare.net/06v52qtgff4w

    Ignorant Nigga **** ft. Melvin J http://usershare.net/cl6epvbsbf8c

    C port **** (RIP Bugga)http://usershare.net/8m372ql8rayt

    I like to ft. Melvin J http://usershare.net/dr6051dbfrco

    Chevy Sittin High produced by DJ da Beatman
    http://usershare.net/4nb6jcvrw52f

    Build a ***** network prod. by LexiiiBanks
    http://usershare.net/sgj8jbidrr9h

    I'm the **** prod. by DJ Da Beatman
    http://usershare.net/wlpxysirfv2j

  • #2
    Re: Official Sharoyce Antwan (Gillie Da Kid) Audio

    I regret makin this track.

    Sick Ass Rhymes

    http://usershare.net/sokdznt2wzfu

    (Verse One)
    The Brougham is soft
    We leather them hogs the **** out and stay strapped like the Reservoir Dogs./
    Perfectionist with spit- we need to better our flaws
    dumb the flow down- pass the weed to better our cause
    We cipher-**** all the beef- its honky doory
    we fly- haters jump off the dick and fall a story
    Bustin down rounds- watch me drop a 40
    **** around- now I'm safe and sound atop the orgie
    I show dudes- how the **** a visionary mold moves
    No booth is safe from me- I'm beatin up the Pro Tools
    zippin through the tweeters with the ether- **** the road rules
    Quick enough to sack a ****in cheetah- natures, old news
    Niggas contraband my brand of war- who scared of yall?
    Uncontainable- the flow everywhere like aerosol./
    Siesmic activity- drop the beat- we level yall./
    You's a dyin breed bred to fall, *****./

    (Chorus)
    Sick ass rhymes on the page./
    I'm paid like a *****- I could get money cryin on stage./
    Figure 8 whip ****- lyin on blades
    nigga got a gift its survivin old age/
    (Repeat)

    (Verse 2)
    Microphone Bandit- I am so granted
    in the bad ******* panties-they stacked- I'mma brand it
    Logog on that ass- got my trademark tatted
    Doin business- for the women i be usin inches
    Cant talk **** you cuz you get too defensive
    Women talk **** to you and you be on that pimp ****?
    I'm bored with the game so i doodle on the triptic
    Everytime I dodo- make the same ****- terrific
    It pays to be different- **** the lame- i am gifted
    Purchase loud rangs- that do damage to the hearing
    hepititus flow- Aint nobody wanna test
    these motha****as gonnas if they **** w/ my prahna
    I'm stickin to my guns like i love my revolvers
    Light yo ass up and bring the sun to yo armor
    You drive a mustang I'm on a ****in Impala
    with a billy club- swingin that motha****a silly bruh

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    • #3
      Re: Official Sharoyce Antwan (Gillie Da Kid) Audio

      We Run This (re edited)
      http://usershare.net/w2is1sajgxg9

      (Chorus)
      Presidential swag- with expensive clothes
      Presidential cash- pullin different hoes for sex
      We Run This Show!
      We Run This Show!
      Money everywhere- its gettin difficult
      to spend it all- so we rainin from the deck
      We Run This Show!
      We Run This Show!

      (Verse One)
      We have hoes choosin- **** get so ridiculous
      Seperate the dimes from the ducks that consensus ****
      A nigga hit the stage and the dikes act afeminent
      They treat me like Obama cuz they know the swag is geniune
      The nigga of the night- that unanomous decision
      The pussy sayin "yes i can" to the gentleman
      Meanin I can get it- its free of opposition
      They slippin me the mickey cuz they wantin me to hit it
      We four deep- V.I.P.- me and my homies
      Greenlight inspection for the ******* feelin lonely.
      Red light special for the women feelin on me
      They want a nigga raw so bad just to clone me

      Repeat Chorus

      (Verse Two)
      Gettin served by the Monica Lewinskies of the city.
      I aint messin up the dress-I'mma leave it on her titties
      She rubbin on my dick like the **** contains a genie
      And cant wait to **** the dude she seen up on the T.V.
      Ed Hardy hoodie- and some EightySevenThree jeans.
      Haters blockers on for the slick who wanna see me
      Cuz the nigga wanna be me- I touchdown in the club
      and give the cold shoulder to the niggas talkin breezy
      I be gettin to the money-playin my position
      posted up- throwin bread- rakin in the chickens
      Its money to be made- why you hatin on a nigga
      You should either kill ya self- or make a way to get it

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      • #4
        Re: Official Sharoyce Antwan (Gillie Da Kid) Audio

        http://usershare.net/x2k9lk15d75g

        (Verse One)
        Mami
        If you bout that B.S.- take yo ass to recess./
        If you bout foulplay- yo boy gon have to eject./
        I done browsed thru the hoodrats and 09' rejects./
        w/ mad miles on em like a pathfinder, homie./
        I'm just lookin for a friendship-mutual n kindred./
        I skimmed thru her resume`-she know about the business./
        accustomed to the heartache- she slow about forgiveness./
        cuz once a subtle sign shows she knows about yo mistress./
        shorty got you gassed- so quick to bring the past up./
        Always stipulation tween yo boo and who you last ****ed./
        She know just when you lyin- you always tryna act tough./
        Guilt can kill a nigga pride- swellin til he backed up./
        The structure of a diamond- you searched hard to find it./
        When its right there infront of you- turn yo neck-she done with you/
        I been thru women-kissed a little- ****ed a few./
        But nothing hurts yo feelings like a chick who fell in love w/ you./
        (Chorus
        Limousines with the five percent
        for me and my girlfriend- me and my girlfriend
        Finest wines in the Maybach Benz
        for me and my girlfriend- me and my girlfriend
        (Repeat Chorus)
        (Verse Two)
        Treasure the moments, the minutes, the hours
        you spend with her- the late night sessions-the shower./
        The after sex feelin- the glory and power
        of havin a Black woman on yo shoulder- hold her./
        Make the pussy yours- out the robe- on the sofa./
        Let her know she special right before you bend it over./
        Opposites attract- thats why you feelin like you own her./
        Let her run free- she'll boomerang back to yo corner./
        Deception aint her attribute- she Queen type- the joker hoes
        - dont get a cent or a trip to the Pocanose- fo sho./
        I said it before- you like no other lady./
        Say yo name in public and I'm never actin shady./
        She got mad whip appeal- the sex is crazy./
        I do my thing bare and spare some coverage for the baby./
        If ever I got locked up- I know she'll hold it down./
        I stayed true- so what comes around goes around./
        (Chorus
        Limousines with the five percent
        for me and my girlfriend- me and my girlfriend
        Finest wines in the Maybach Benz
        for me and my girlfriend- me and my girlfriend
        (Repeat Chorus)
        (Verse Three
        We stay stickin together- in the coop or the kitchen, whatever
        Tellin the kids about our business endeavors
        Caught up- I do a bid and you knit me a sweater./
        Poetry in penitentiary letters- cuz you real./
        The first person that I think about when pennin my will./
        You get the Benz with glistenin grillz- mad features./
        Experience w/ you couldn't provide bad teachers./
        I aint leavin...and cheatin- I aint tryin that either./
        On the patio for restless nights- you blessed my sights./
        If ever I'd be down bad- you would get me right./
        I had to thank the sky- for my angel above
        such love- My children's mother has a taste for a thug./
        We fight- but I dont worry bout it taintin our blood./
        We build a bridge and walk it out for the sake of the love./
        The sake of the kids-we mve together makin it big./
        I rather be unstable- fore replacin my ribs
        ya dig?

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