DA NEVA ENDIN" STORY....(add on)

[faceillini]

I want this to go on forever...add on to the story and keep it going...I'll set it...

It started way back when
Before I went to school in Manhattan
Back in junior high, when slang was crazy fly
Playin punch ball or off the wall
When hiphop first started to crawl
Before n!gg@s started doin bids
We were all little kids
Grabbin chicks asses and dashin to our classes
Stylin' in ProKeds, Filas and shell top Adidas
Teenagers got their freak on at the Fever
Be labled a nerd when you didn’t help a cheater
Young Face was a believer,
hustling dimes in front of the parking meters
High school was a different story in itself
n!gg@s resorted to hustlin to gain a little wealth
being young and dumb you got no respect for yourself
seeing your mother suffer it gets tougher
to sit there and not try to help
Ni&&a's did what they had to do, they had no hope
when being dirt broke and you can’t even waste a bar of soap,
ain't no joke what I’m telling you
how can you get that clean washing up with the residue
we get high cause we’re tryin’ to find a better view
and still get critized by the rest of you
when I spit there's no telling what the scent will do
but the flows deep enough to drench your views

[Courtdog]

My come up had me playin the broke Dunkin Penderhughes
My friends had the expensive shoes, I couldnt afford a pair
On the black top playin 4-Square, they would floss em'
Brag'n bought how much it cost em'
This is what you see if you grow up outside of the hood.. Hood.. HOOD!!!
The population was dominated by peckerwoods
Crossed paths w/many racist.. been called niqqer on different occasions
Got into altercations over race relations
But now the places facelift, the hatreds vacated as my race is imitated
Infultrated.. water'd down, too easy to slaughter clowns
While only use'n sounds, sohh assume that.. *boom*-*boom*-*bap* :headphone bap*-*boom*-*bap* can wound kats
And knowledge of self is where the truths at
My 2cents are the true facts
I moved stacks back in my hayday
Push'n that gateway to make & pay the bills.. Lord please dont hate meeeeh
Yet lately I need your guidence greatly
I think the devils tryna take meeeeh :devil:
Now when I look at my life.. I dont even wanna look twice
I look away into the future
Still tryna be the next Martin Luther...

[Irish-dipstick]

slang bolders over shoulder holders rip sh!t
even rippin ur hip-hop poster cause u a poser
a gay ass ****** don't come at me cause gun
still in a holster i toast ya i told ya i'm a soldier/
i throw punches at kids cause of the way they act
this is only in my head but i just wish i could given
em a smack while they get the sack i got ur back
they gonna get jumped, they gonna get jacked
now back to rap gangsta style make my guns go
clap am a wanna-be i go wangsta style now
enough of the crap/ and drink redrum get a b!tch,
b!tch make me cum i fcuk ur hon u got me son
riding on a b!tch when i already got one/...im a pimp
or am i a gimp but look wat u started am sick
i fcuk me own cousin left my son retarded no just kiddin
thats just dam wrong rememeber me when am gone/
now i'm going to end this on a simple fact i'm to hot
for ya'll and thatz that.

[theman080]

Daily excitement was fightin and the tension all days
Claim small praise for layin ass kickins in hallways
The rotten smell of tha town, seein roaches in school
Toasters and tools and the most potent potion is brew
You know that it's true, it's 080 the solid type
Polished mics with tales of my awknowledged plight
Enter a violent flight towards the path you chose
Past your foes, and Jigga's open toes towards nasty flows
From the glock and muscle and when the shots were muffled
To Hawiaan Sophie Fame you can't knock the hustle
Appeciate that it's real, the deal for scrilla and the feel
Of knowin you can spend a little now
And it wont spell an end to your account

[r-e-mix]

i like all these so far....except irish man. i think you should of stuck it outside this room...everyone here is talkin about when they were little...doesn't really fit with the others....nah mean?...you should drop a different one in this room that meshes with the others....overall good sh1t...keep doin wat you doin everybody....(080 man i really liked the first few lines of that)

[faceillini]

And it wont spell an end to your account...

to have currency to count in large amounts
is my every day tussle, ain't Djay but see face flow and hustle
ghetto youths ofcourse is forced to love to struggle
like a babies we tryin' to stand and pull up with undeveloped muscles
you gets no a$$ having no cash to flash
we put on a happy face but we're wearing a mask
envious of all the older ni&&a's around you
got a good taste of the ghetto visting my ni&&a in Soundview
(up to my neck)
hustlin in deep waters will eventually drown you
(take a deep breath)
rockin plaid out gear will have ni&&a's trying to clown you
(what you expect) a ni&&a to do?
Had to work a 4 to 8 and let my money marinate
hungry as I was I still needed a bigga plate
being dipped in hype gear, skipping in nike air's
made the honey's start to gravitate
went from Gap to Champion
but Guess and Polo made a ni&&a feel extravagant,
me being broke, hell no I’m not having it
I stepped and rolled dolo cause a ni&&a was too arrogant
but standing on ya own things seem very unstable
that's why you roll with a crew so when trouble ensues they can save you
back then to now ni&&a's never gave a fukk
beatdowns was a must from the back of the trains
to the back of the bus
carrying carpet cutter shanks all covered with rust
it'll infect ya face if you ever get cut

[Irish-dipstick]

things done changed from the set in the streets
to the gun in the gage to the rust on the cage/
that was my life growing up from troubles
could end up dead at night i express this
on a keystylefor ya'll tonight/ these matters are
not to flatter i get badder on every cop battered
guns pop go clattered with dust this is a must whos u
u's u and u wanna be us/ now i know i aint making
sense but im not from the streets in my country is
different torn by war the british empire has went to far
they dead buried car bomb in our car i express this
feeling bar after fcuking bar/.. this sh!t is passion
more passionate than yours cause u don't know my
life or my hood cause its behind closed doors.


this is my life my struggle from the british suppression and fcuk the repbulic of
ireland cause they didn't help us even lo they promise.

[r-e-mix]

much better...irish ;-)....that fits perfectly

[Irish-dipstick]

thanxz remix u no positive feedback is good and i felt ur point about the first one.

[faceillini]

let's see some more rhymes that paint a visual picture...respect to all

You got to pray you’re in my environment
or get handed walking papers for your early retirement
You’ll be facing neural dialysis with permanent paralysis,
you have no idea what malice is
Red roses on closed casket is your final analysis
I seen my n!ggas start to fall one after the other
they had dreams of college ball, but couldn’t escape their baby’s mother
under the gravity of their situation they was facin’
any choice either direction you go it's still tougher
picture Face going raw, had a utility belt full of trojan rubbers
never had dreams of working a 9 to 5,
but had bigger schemes of getting cream inside my mind
it’s a long hard road I suppose that’s why I chose to be the man driving
I keep ya eyes open so even if when I’m lying
I make this look good even with out trying
I rather take it to back in the day
back To kid and play, Run DMC and jamaster Jay
shell tops adidas and high top fades
back to when jodeci was a group and they wanted you to stay
back to when rappers really had something new to say
back to when you really had to be nice to get your record played
back to Kool G Rap and Big Daddy Kane
Face the new smooth operator simple and plan
use rhymes as instruments to distribute some pain
then we both help each other in an even exchange
back in the day I was amped to hear the newest song on the radio
now every time I turn it on its like oh no here we go
not again, different toilet same sh!t, like fukk it we flush it in heavy rotation
what we hear makes no sense like a pimp givin' up hoe chasin’
probation changes your ways for a minute
but when finished you'll be running back crossing that same line of scrimmage
i hope you peeped the way I flow my sentences
cause each line sheds light and brings life like photosynthesis

[theman080]

What I write is so significant, cuz you can read and relate
Talent turned to meaningless waste is this devious fate
In this place, you know there's plenty desires in mind
But bytches fly and refined is the kind that you'll find
And most is the type, you fukk but don't even like
They goin for ice, but me I was strapped for cash
Still tapped that ass, cuz I had no problems
No incentives, no love, no condoms
Didn't even have to set tha mood, to get the best I got
Told em to shut up and fukked to "Against All Odds"
When I finished I left, you know how busy it gets
I'm always intent on the next bitterless sex
I loved hittin it raw, all the time in different sick segments
Than this one broad, I fukked up and got the chick pregnant
I didn't have cash for abortions but that's whats important
So I told her that owed her pushed her out the back door and forced it
Now I was an asshole by nature wit that blacklisted flavor
But this seemed to cross the line, the way it haunts my mind
She cried and screamed but she took the fall, never took my calls
After what had conspired, abortion makes a body get blasted
My apologies absent, hell bent dreams wit fiends demonically laughin
My sons never took his first breath, first step, words left
I can't explain the half of it, the chick was never the same
I messed up her brain, cuz around her I could never refrain
Thought I was the shyt when she was caught on the dyck
You know me, the o.g. , from birth till the day that bycth had o.d'd

[Ejay614]

You know me, the o.g. , from birth till the day that bycth had o.d'd

I smoke weed to clear my mind but it's alot of sh!t on my conscience that won't leave
plus it seems like my homies is dying one by one
the whole click that I roll wit explode sh!t and refuse to run
never on some ho sh!t foes get busted or usually stomped
knowing we had beef one of my n!ggas went to a club by his self and forgot his gun
he was the only one in a dark parking lot surrounded by 4 thugs high from smokin on blunts
he's a real n!gga so he feel he can't run
thought he was in for a fight til some body pulled out a hand gun
he was shot in the brain one time
I was supposed to be there but I was making a demo wasting my time
cuz no matter what I do I still feel like I can't get signed
record lables want you to be on some pop sh!t so they can be livin up
rap is my passion but they got me feelin like given it up
so I stay in the street straped ready to react and start spraying my heat

[D_N_K]

so I stay in the street straped ready to react and start spraying my heat

in other words you should know that I'm playing fa keeps
I came and jumped in the game , sayin F uck da rules
cuz there's anudda spare clip where I tuck the tool
To anybody witta problem, just bring'em to me
which'll fix the problem first, Talk or banging the heat?
dat decision aint hard, guess the one I'd pick
If you thought that I'ma talk, you betta run out quick
See, once the guns get cocked, its just a matter of time
before you feel a sharp pain when I shatter ya spine
Then you lay there shakin in a puddle of blood
i licked off 5 shots, dog, none of them heard
Toss the glock in the trash then relax at da crib
while they cleaning up the mess from the backa ya wig

[CARLITO7]

so I stay in the street straped ready to react and start spraying my heat

in other words you should know that I'm playing fa keeps
I came and jumped in the game , sayin F uck da rules
cuz there's anudda spare clip where I tuck the tool
To anybody witta problem, just bring'em to me
which'll fix the problem first, Talk or banging the heat?
dat decision aint hard, guess the one I'd pick
If you thought that I'ma talk, you betta run out quick
See, once the guns get cocked, its just a matter of time
before you feel a sharp pain when I shatter ya spine
Then you lay there shakin in a puddle of blood
i licked off 5 shots, dog, none of them heard
Toss the glock in the trash then relax at da crib
while they cleaning up the mess from the backa ya wig

That's how it is
D's lookin for the gun that he hid
Talkin to nosey b1tchez
Interviewin snitches
The streets say
D N K let his heat spray
Silenced the barrel
But the word still travels
Not mention, my whole crew want revenge
Better gather ya mens
Niguh the war's on
Won't stop til you all gone
Told his moms to pray for him
Stole my niguh's life
Now he gotta pay for him
Load up the guns
All my goons packed in the jeep
Combin the streets
Smackin up fiends, "Yo, you seen dat niguh D"?
Its nothin to me
Can't rest til his blood floods the street
Split my niguh's wig
Braggin 'bout that shyt
Won't stop til he body bagged, dragged out that shyt
Have his Mama cryin when the body identified
The when and why's will never be expalined
An eye for an eye, just a part of the game

[D_N_K]

An eye for an eye, just a part of the game

attack ya brain, better yet da fact remains
that if I get too heated I'ma smack you lames
if you ever got a deal you'd be rappin fa change
da power of A dollar, you aint actin da same
Now I'm mackin ya dame, just gimme two mo' minutes
I'ma hit it from da back, then my dude gon' finish
rollin up some spinach, inna peach optimo
once my man's finished, then that ***** gotta go
i spend alotta dough, just on ice and grills
three zero's on the end, dog da price is real
throw a dub on da front, twenty-fo's on'na Lac
I feel som' like a pimp wit two ho's on my lap
bro you dont know da trap, you never moved weight
except in da gym, cuz mosta you dude's fake
so what do you dude's make, besides love and noise
I'ma grown azz man way above you boys
if it come down to war, i'll go all out man
you dont respect real rap,cuz you'za Bow Wow Fan