Eish! BIGBOY U ROCK BRO!

THNY VERYMUCH GUYS I APPRECIATE THE LUV.

THNX VERYMUCH GUYS I APPRECIATE THE LUV.RESPECT.

Spit cums from the chest nd the chest holds the heart.So be loyal 2 the game cos rap is an art.My rymes r the brother of passion.I dnt rap jst 2 pleaz the latest fashion.I raise a glass for the hommies that rest in peace.I shed a lonely tear for my unborn niece.Nd thnk of the day wen i go the six feet deep.Ask for gods knowledge 2 take a single peep.At the future wil i reach my peak.

Trade in yor pen 4 a bottle.Shootin ignorance at ful throttle.No rubber no glove sexin boyz 4 dimes.Gangbangsnd blows hittin em frm bhind.Now she thin as impored g-strings.Lisin wen i speak cos the truth stings.Close yor eyes nd visualise nd mayb then u can empithise wit the situation nd sympathise About the temptation.Motherly cries telin u 2 clean up yor act b4 yor future dies.

i couldnt begin 2 explain how meny times my life~died/ couldnt explain deeper pain then a penetrating knife~slide/ wen heavin calls then i mite~ride/ maintain tha strugle n fight 4tha right~side! still drama haunt me like a demon/ since b4 i was consived~wen.. i was ejaculating seamen/ my life like 24-7 bad dreamin.... fuckdup shit like junkys feendn..

WOW I DIDNT KNOW U CUD DO CONSCIOUS RAP CRIMINALOGIC.WORDUP!

i try not 2get in2 personal sh!t (2 messdup.. and cant give ppl sh!t 2 use on me in battle lol plus dnt want 2 make ppl

logic dude. we got enough bad ting goin on in de world-de wap is where we escape 2.so dont bring in de sad rhymes man-go 2 de poetry club or sumtin(but on de contrary u r tite!holla

aww thankz nan :/

Krispy is like a bomb/ ready to explode/he'll give you sweets tasting like a toad/ thats how hard he is/ he's got no heart/ diss him once, he'll dismantle your parts/keep it in mind that he's the boss/ if i were you i'd never get me crossed.

Bigboy be the grave digger.automatic bitch rigger.pounce on evry fake nigger.spit acid rain.send shivers up yor brain.im the realist hustler.smoke weed lyk a jamacian rasta .its no suprise im a badboy buster.

Nas dropt a record/made me think 4 a second/the game aint the same/ppl tryna spit on my name/the south iz taking over/wat happend 2 thd new york soljas/the game hola one blood/now 50 in the mud/jiga sed gudbye but he aint gon/and snoops stil holding on/the rap game has evolvd/the rap hunger has evolved

Where the mad rappers at?

M evrywer in ds rap zone nigger,I BE BK!!!

Thought yal died frm flu or something

I dusted this thread frm the dirt/so be on alert/the game need new lyf/since i made rap my wyf/got a divorce and got bak 2getha/now we hitched 4eva/if yal dnt remember/i was here b4 september/nt 2 dis the newbeez/but be real not a wanna-be/hold yor vest close_ready/wen we ride by steady/blak limmos/yal inhale crak thru the nose/if yal thort this thread was closed

Hahaha T wil neva die of FLU/cz ma dark reigne on NEWBEEZ/hu aint gat no GEEZ/in 2wap,is nt yet THRU!/i wndr wr d fuk spiters of ds game ARE?/bt i knw 4sure tha newbeez i sold em al 2 SPAR/nw LIPPIE/hu ws actin big lyk BIGGIE/gt hz ass SCARED/nw he be hidin in chats 4lng lyk i rly CARED!/ya came up2 ME/bragin 2 ME/thnkin ya high wn ya stil low 2 ME!/i spoke 2 ds dik 1nce,i aint gta do it TWICE/kip spitin ya cheap PIES/4getin dwn d grounds of 2wap,m d Therom hu LIES!!! T.F.T (B.E.U)

Most niggas drop they brains/shit b pumpin thru they veins/we just murda switchin lanes/busy wit them royal claims/yal be playin beefy games/i stay fresh like new baked bread/thats y i got yal running scared/word up 2 the french therom/hommie tyt i feel his song

It dznt tke me THIRTY-MINS/& reigne wit DIRTY-WINS/2 ryt a fuckin RYME/bt i do it,js 4d sake of wastin TIME!/i cnt fukin UNDERSTAND/y nigas gt legs bt cnt fukin STAND!/al dy do is fuk-up d rap STANDS/cz dy cnt aford fukin RANDS!/bt dy diks ima EXPAND/til dy piss on dy fukin PANTS!/do i alwys hv 2raise hel by MYSELF?/y do nigas kip diein by EMSELF?/UrNxtBf,fuk around lyk ya USED TO/& ima clap ya,lyk m SUPPOSED TO!!! Word-up Bigboy-T.F.T-