Ghetto Poam

[Pablo]

weet niet of het gewaardeerd word, maar rappers kunnen eerste klas

rijmen

( <_< logisch)

kunne ook eerste klas dichten.

PLAATS JE FAVORIETE GHETTO POAMS

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Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete

Providing nature's law is wrong,

it learnd to walk without having feat.

Funny it seems but by keeping it dreams

it learnd to breath fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete,

when no one else cared

~Tupac Amaru Shakur

Nogmaals weet niet of het gewaardeerd word, maar mij boeit het wel

[Tha Real G.]

dit boeit mij

Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre mixture

5'9", 6 July, and Asar hits'll

leave the side of your car door with more

Smokin more holes than the Swiss cheese

Bitch please, I'm postponin yo' homie's

older moments, like I stole his future

Hoes know me, I'm no phony

Females'll tell you, "Yeah he cute, but he sho'll shoot ya!"

My heart bleeds the blood of felonies

The blood of Superman, the blood that I've never seen

You seem like the shook type

You ain't a thug so I wanna see what your brains and your blood look like

Fuck is you sick? 'Pac should be pissed

Cause fifty percent of the niggaz suckin his dick is bitch!

I'm against all this name-callin shit

Negro please! Listen to Chris Wallace bitch

BEEF van Royce da 5'9''

paste niet op een blad <_<

(deel 2)

What's beef? Beef is when these rappers be believin they rhymes

And a nigga like me just take it one day at a time

Beef is when you die because of your CD

When I come from your blindside, before you see ME

Beef is when I get jumped by niggaz

And come back to kill 'em, one by one

Beef is the reaper, patiently pacin outside of your pretty house

Today, you figured out, WHAT'S BEEF

Beef van Royce da 5'9''

[EDIT door Lantyz: Dubbelpost samengevoegd. Hoe bedoel je, 'past niet op een blad'? Past prima.]

[Royce Da 5'9'']

Talking bout the ghetto...funky funky ghetto

Trying to survive, trying to stay alive

The ghetto

The ghetto

(Talking bout the ghetto)

The ghetto

The ghetto

(Funk funky ghetto)

Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out

Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths

Old school buddies not doing it right

Every day it's the same

And it's the same every night

I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool

If he played me close and tried to test my cool

Every day I wonder just how I'll die

Only thing I know is how to survive

There's only one rule in the real world

And that's to take care of you, only you and yours

Keep dealing with the hard times day after day

Might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay

Black man tried to break into my house again

Thought he got off early doing time in the pen

Even though my brothers do me just like that

I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the...

The ghetto

The ghetto

(Talking bout the ghetto)

The ghetto

The ghetto

(Funk funky ghetto)