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yea the letters YMD are a magical three
there may be four members but you need to see
the fifth boy in this game is Y-O-U-N-G Me
shout out to my boyz YME, YMJ-R-O-C
The Image n YM Cray-ZEE
we steady mobbin so u better bring a tommy gun for me
yea we got the game trapped but we ain't OJ n Gucci
cuz we be rollin wit some real talent to pay for our vercasi
Yea haters Feel my sixburgh flow
cuz thats wats bringin in this mad burg dough
goin big ben on this joint
as soon as i get ahold of the mic
its a TD, an auto six points
fuck that 3 points
we don't need a kicker
get in the endzone celebrate by callin yo mama n ur sister
I'm chill w/ my sis MissDrizzy n u don't wanna test her
she'll call in the PIRU with those bandanas redder than a blister
n wen we done w/ this money we gone need a corporate investor
yo when u talk bout "The Image" iz that a compliment or not lol
compliment my dude, i gots no beef w/ u, it just flowed better sayin the image instead of youngmulahtheimage like i cud not fit YM in there cleanly at all
spittin raw bars like we spittin acid
shot ya up, went to your funeral too bad it was a closet casket
all you pussy niggas do is catch balls like a basket
i just tooled your ass, shot ya with my ratchet
cut yo ass down with my fucking hatchet
any dreams you have in your live just scratch it(meaning forget about it)
YMD closed the door to fake rappers like we were the latchet
i see you pussies like a stripper liftin up her skirt
leave your face in the water and your knees on the dirt
one shot one kill nigga it wont hurt
YMD coming to take down this rap game, sound the alert
shes my number one fan, and im her number one flirt
i would like to welcome you all
to the experience of a life time
its YoungMONEYDYNASTY's grind!!!
you know we all gon shine
YoungMulaCrazy still blowin
i shine so much i stay glowin
feed me beats cause my talent keep growin
you stay shwag'n and i stay dro'n
keep the hoes wet from early a.m. to the next mornin'
rap aint dead why the fuck are you mourning?
switchin' lanes like my name Alonso Morning
haters, this is your only warning
your lines are hella boring i think i am snoring
well its time to open up new doors and start exploring
im starting to make it rain, now its fucking pouring
well this is true hip-hop at its fucking core
my bars so hard that they starting to make you sore
you niggas rap like its some kind of chore
i just rap for the streets
its kinda easy to be legendary when you eat beats
YMD isn't just a success its a miracolus feat
you open up your mouth but we still dont hear a peep
this rap game is ours and ours to keep
i can murder you pussies even when im in deep sleep
nigga you really soft like the wool of a sheep
i turned your wool into a sweater
i gave it to your girl and told her she could do better
she said yes YMC im a go getter
she said im going after you so i made her wetter
i stuck it in her and said, your pussy is as soft as a feather
she only eat dick, so i fucking fed her
but i left it at that, cuz im a real g, and focused on that chedder
we need a producer, so whose ready to produce
hip hop isnt dead it just needs a massage and we are the massuse
your bars aren't hard, maybe you should use being a retard as your excuse
we are getting applause and you are still getting boo's
you want to know how to get better? well just follow our clues
we stick to this paper like our hands are made of glue
we are the featured presentation and you only the previews
YMD so cold like our cribs are igloos
we are a ticking time bomb, too bad you cant defuse
i would like to welcome you all
to the experience of a life time
its YoungMONEYDYNASTY's grind!!!
you know we all gon shine
YoungMulaCrazy still blowin
i shine so much i stay glowin
feed me beats cause my talent keep growin
you stay shwag'n and i stay dro'n
keep the hoes wet from early a.m. to the next mornin'
rap aint dead why the fuck are you mourning?
switchin' lanes like my name Alonso Morning
haters, this is your only warning
your lines are hella boring i think i am snoring
well its time to open up new doors and start exploring
im starting to make it rain, now its fucking pouring
well this is true hip-hop at its fucking core
my bars so hard that they starting to make you sore
you niggas rap like its some kind of chore
i just rap for the streets
its kinda easy to be legendary when you eat beats
YMD isn't just a success its a miracolus feat
you open up your mouth but we still dont hear a peep
this rap game is ours and ours to keep
i can murder you pussies even when im in deep sleep
nigga you really soft like the wool of a sheep
i turned your wool into a sweater
i gave it to your girl and told her she could do better
she said yes YMC im a go getter
she said im going after you so i made her wetter
i stuck it in her and said, your pussy is as soft as a feather
she only eat dick, so i fucking fed her
but i left it at that, cuz im a real g, and focused on that chedder
we need a producer, so whose ready to produce
hip hop isnt dead it just needs a massage and we are the massuse
your bars aren't hard, maybe you should use being a retard as your excuse
we are getting applause and you are still getting boo's
you want to know how to get better? well just follow our clues
we stick to this paper like our hands are made of glue
we are the featured presentation and you only the previews
YMD so cold like our cribs are igloos
we are a ticking time bomb, too bad you cant defuse
OMGGG BRAHHH!
Damn, nigga youh sick as fuckkk!
Smoke good, eat good.
Only fuck a bitch if her throat good, feet good.
Just bought a fleetwood, and imma put some D's on that bitch.
Looking like i gotta diamond disease on my wrist.
my words are hotter than the earths core
i hurt more people than the first world war
who ever wanna battle better have heat protective gear
cuz if i say go to hell you know you muthfuckas is headed there
niggas don't survive long like contracting syphilis
or being tie down and trapped in a sinking ship
thinking quick cant help predicament either
cuz i move faster than data through fiber/optic telephone wires
draw for the heat and by the time its left ya hip
the rhino bullets would have already left the clip
me and my niggas YME, YMC, & YMTI are fleas
so be ready to be scratched of the surface of the supreme
burnout lethal evil breed asking to battle
is like asking to be pile driven into gravel
and sodomized with several scalpels get back dropped
and ya back and ya spirit broken,like a pencil used to pick a padlock
cliff jenkins got the gat cocked,to leave you with a flat knot
my hands rock mics for Barbados to Bangkok
stewing niggas in they own juices like lamb chops
niggas who battling got to come correct wen they spitting back
cuz i flip quick enough to fit a rap 1 hour long on a 1 minute track
and there aint no way you dissing that, a lyrical living legend
quick enough to kill eleven/cheetahs in half of a millisecond
so running from me isn't an option
cuz its like trying to run from ya shadow in the glaring hot sun
who the fuckk wanna battle Jrock aka YMJr
get a black and blue jaw and lose more respect than mutha fucking trillphill
knew yall wouldn't wanna answer
cuz all you old timers skills is rusty like ship anchors
if you get me pissed you gonna get more than dissed
you gonna get ripped outta ya skin like shrimp
its about time to say peace out/but talk shit and ill punch ya teeth out
im at tha top bitches, while yawl still climbin tha rope
you smokin straw but we smokin big dope
you out of style, we ridin big fat tires
hot like fire, rollin a caddy through, we still get higher
flyer, than a robin bird, big on rhymes and words, call me a nerd
call it absurd, you try to hammer our rhymes in
i own her horse, cant fit you lil dimes in
got big money, we a green machine,
too clean, but we rhyme dirty
we operate at night, rich since 12:30
come half past two we blown off tha roof
you cant shoot us cuz we bulletproof
we sellin out a show, real like a ticket booth
im a plain as fuck liar, but heres tha truth
smokin a clip, call it a blunt
im so young, so call my girl a fresh cunt
i aint tha runt of tha litter, i eat yawl for dinner
i'll spin you around, make you nautious, be cautious, i do it like a salad spinner
Damnnn..
YMJR and YMTI..
Ya'll got some sick ass metaphorss!
Shout-Out to YMD.
Smoke good, eat good.
Only fuck a bitch if her throat good, feet good.
Just bought a fleetwood, and imma put some D's on that bitch.
Looking like i gotta diamond disease on my wrist.
i shine like imma 180 watt light
step up in the club, better focus my eye sight
and yes thats right, im flyer than nike flights
ill plead the fifth, nigga read me my rights
your ego is like your shadow during the middle of the night
even to thrilla you are a fucking fright
nigga we movin work, like we own a freight
most niggas run rap like they wearin a ball and chain
well i be steady droppin bombs, young Sadam Hussein
im so insane, first ill eat out your brain
then go for the heart
rap is a supermarket and im fillin up my cart
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