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This is not a competition thread, it's just a place where pimps and pimpettes (OG)
can come and get their "flow on". This is no contest so there are no winners or losers,
so feel free to express yourself.

~sneaky
International Pimp and 3x Defending Freestyle Champion
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This is a classic poem I heard as a kid and it inspired me to become the
Champion Pimp that I am today..........

[size=4][b]"The Bitch Betta Have My Money"

The bitch betta have my money, through hail, rain, sleet or snow!

Look at my face, does it look like I'm playin' hoe?

I don't want some, not half, but all my cash.

Cause if you don't, I'm gonna plant my foot dead in yo' ass!!!![/b][/size]
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[quote name='sneaky' post='361663' date='Oct 10 2006, 04:43 PM']This is not a competition thread, it's just a place where pimps and pimpettes (OG)
can come and get their "flow on". This is no contest so there are no winners or losers,
so feel free to express yourself.

~sneaky
International Pimp and 3x Defending Freestyle Champion[/quote]

This is such a good idea mayne, u dont kno how much this is gonna help me get feedback from yall. Ill put my songs that Im writin on here and I wanna hear what some of yall got to say.

Good thinkin pops. :thumbsup:

:lol:

and :lol: to ur poem.

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[size=4]"Trick or Treat"

halloween this year fell on a weekend.

me, sneaky, and jamie b are trick or treatin

robbin little kids for bags... and sneaky collecting money from Danny's faggot ass!

Danny boy came short on the cash ! then sneaky planted his foot dead in his ass!

then we tripled teamed on him, dropping them motha fucking beez on him!

home boi got it straight homie, his mind was just playing tricks on him.......[/size]
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[quote name='sneaky' post='361669' date='Oct 10 2006, 04:49 PM']This is a classic poem I heard as a kid and it inspired me to become the
Champion Pimp that I am today..........

[size=4][b]"The Bitch Betta Have My Money"

The bitch betta have my money, through hail, rain, sleet or snow!

Look at my face, does it look like I'm playin' hoe?

I don't want some, not half, but all my cash.

Cause if you don't, I'm gonna plant my foot dead in yo' ass!!!![/b][/size][/quote]
who is that by? (assuming its something popular since u heard it as a kid) it sounds dead on something 36mafia would release.

[quote name='Rumble in the Jungle' post='361723' date='Oct 10 2006, 05:56 PM']"Trick or Treat"

halloween this year fell on a weekend.

me, sneaky, and jamie b are trick or treatin

robbin little kids for bags... and sneaky collecting money from Danny's faggot ass!

Danny boy came short on the cash ! then sneaky planted his foot dead in his ass!

then we tripled teamed on him, dropping them motha fucking beez on him!

home[b] [size=4]boi [/size][/b]got it straight homie, his mind was just playing tricks on him.......[/quote]
FAGGOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Hood Story

Talkin
This a story mayne
Somethin that happens everyday in the hood, listen


Chorus
Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill
The place where they rob, the place where they steal
Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal
The place where I was when I saw someone killed

Verse 1
I used to b ignorant to death
But now that ignorance has gone and its left
Let me tell u a story, a story bout myself
A story that gave me a feelin Ive never felt
Me n my homeboy was rollin thro the hood
Gettin crunk in the car, life was all good
We rode pass a couple hoes, a couple liquoir sto's
And yes of course some po's, yea, the 5-0s
We stoped at a light, I look to my right
I seen a couple dudes standin in the street light
I asked them whut was good, is they feelin alright
They all nuckled-up and came ova for a fight

Chorus
Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill
The place where they rob, the place where they steal
Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal
The place where I was when I saw someone killed

Verse 2
They was like whut u sayin, do u want beef
Cause we can throw down right here in the street
My boy did somethin stupid he never shoulda done
He reached down in his draws and pulled outta Gat gun
He said then lets do the thing, lets get thoe'd
Man I was just trippin hopein I wouldnt get poked
They backed up for a second, This dude looked at his boi
Then he grab out his pocket a fresh plastic toy
Now this aint a toy that u buy at K-B
Its the kinda one that throw that real hot heat
He looked at us and said, we was bout to get fed, some real hot lead
And held up his piece and pointed it at my head

Chorus
Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill
The place where they rob, the place where they steal
Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal
The place where I was when I saw someone killed

Verse 3
I was sweatin bullets, thinkin whut could happen next
I told the dude no problems, we aint got no plex
But he was like nah, Im about to spit
I hit the floor right quick and hoped I woudnt get hit
I heard the gun go pop, it shot off in the air
People startin buggin, shells was clankin everywhere
From the ground I could see, the smoke startin to recede
Whut I saw next mayne I couldnt believe
There was my boy, layin in the street
Smoke blowin from his chest, he was all full of heat
I went over to him, held him in my arms
Mayne all I could here was the ambulence alarms

Chorus
Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill
The place where they rob, the place where they steal
Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal
The place where I was when I saw someone killed

Feedback would be appreciated.
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[quote name='whodey 85' post='361825' date='Oct 10 2006, 09:22 PM']Hood Story

Talkin
This a story mayne
Somethin that happens everyday in the hood, listen
Chorus
Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill
The place where they rob, the place where they steal
Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal
The place where I was when I saw someone killed

Verse 1
I used to b ignorant to death
But now that ignorance has gone and its left
Let me tell u a story, a story bout myself
A story that gave me a feelin Ive never felt
Me n my homeboy was rollin thro the hood
Gettin crunk in the car, life was all good
We rode pass a couple hoes, a couple liquoir sto's
And yes of course some po's, yea, the 5-0s
We stoped at a light, I look to my right
I seen a couple dudes standin in the street light
I asked them whut was good, is they feelin alright
They all nuckled-up and came ova for a fight

Chorus
Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill
The place where they rob, the place where they steal
Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal
The place where I was when I saw someone killed

Verse 2
They was like whut u sayin, do u want beef
Cause we can throw down right here in the street
My boy did somethin stupid he never shoulda done
He reached down in his draws and pulled outta Gat gun
He said then lets do the thing, lets get thoe'd
Man I was just trippin hopein I wouldnt get poked
They backed up for a second, This dude looked at his boi
Then he grab out his pocket a fresh plastic toy
Now this aint a toy that u buy at K-B
Its the kinda one that throw that real hot heat
He looked at us and said, we was bout to get fed, some real hot lead
And held up his piece and pointed it at my head

Chorus
Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill
The place where they rob, the place where they steal
Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal
The place where I was when I saw someone killed

Verse 3
I was sweatin bullets, thinkin whut could happen next
I told the dude no problems, we aint got no plex
But he was like nah, Im about to spit
I hit the floor right quick and hoped I woudnt get hit
I heard the gun go pop, it shot off in the air
People startin buggin, shells was clankin everywhere
From the ground I could see, the smoke startin to recede
Whut I saw next mayne I couldnt believe
There was my boy, layin in the street
Smoke blowin from his chest, he was all full of heat
I went over to him, held him in my arms
Mayne all I could here was the ambulence alarms

Chorus
Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill
The place where they rob, the place where they steal
Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal
The place where I was when I saw someone killed

Feedback would be appreciated.[/quote]

Very good. :thumbsup:

However, the content of your song is very disturbing. :mellow:

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[quote name='A-Men-HouseofPain' post='361767' date='Oct 10 2006, 07:32 PM']who is that by? (assuming its something popular since u heard it as a kid) it sounds dead on something 36mafia would release.
FAGGOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!![/quote]

the one sneaky put up, is from "im gonna get you sucka"

and what i tell you about being hard now A-Littleboy-House ofPain ?
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[quote name='whodey 85' post='361825' date='Oct 10 2006, 09:22 PM']Hood Story

Talkin
This a story mayne
Somethin that happens everyday in the hood, listen
Chorus
Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill
The place where they rob, the place where they steal
Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal
The place where I was when I saw someone killed

Verse 1
I used to b ignorant to death
But now that ignorance has gone and its left
Let me tell u a story, a story bout myself
A story that gave me a feelin Ive never felt
Me n my homeboy was rollin thro the hood
Gettin crunk in the car, life was all good
We rode pass a couple hoes, a couple liquoir sto's
And yes of course some po's, yea, the 5-0s
We stoped at a light, I look to my right
I seen a couple dudes standin in the street light
I asked them whut was good, is they feelin alright
They all nuckled-up and came ova for a fight

Chorus
Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill
The place where they rob, the place where they steal
Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal
The place where I was when I saw someone killed

Verse 2
They was like whut u sayin, do u want beef
Cause we can throw down right here in the street
My boy did somethin stupid he never shoulda done
He reached down in his draws and pulled outta Gat gun
He said then lets do the thing, lets get thoe'd
Man I was just trippin hopein I wouldnt get poked
They backed up for a second, This dude looked at his boi
Then he grab out his pocket a fresh plastic toy
Now this aint a toy that u buy at K-B
Its the kinda one that throw that real hot heat
He looked at us and said, we was bout to get fed, some real hot lead
And held up his piece and pointed it at my head

Chorus
Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill
The place where they rob, the place where they steal
Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal
The place where I was when I saw someone killed

Verse 3
I was sweatin bullets, thinkin whut could happen next
I told the dude no problems, we aint got no plex
But he was like nah, Im about to spit
I hit the floor right quick and hoped I woudnt get hit
I heard the gun go pop, it shot off in the air
People startin buggin, shells was clankin everywhere
From the ground I could see, the smoke startin to recede
Whut I saw next mayne I couldnt believe
There was my boy, layin in the street
Smoke blowin from his chest, he was all full of heat
I went over to him, held him in my arms
Mayne all I could here was the ambulence alarms

Chorus
Welcome to the hood, the place of the trill
The place where they rob, the place where they steal
Welcome to the hood, the place of the drug deal
The place where I was when I saw someone killed

Feedback would be appreciated.[/quote]


Good stuff. Keep writing and writing and all that, trying to improve you're rhyming skills and style. Then look at the stuff you've wrote like 6 months from now, then a year from now. You'll probably be blown away how much you've improved. It's one of those things that you really get a lot better over time
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[quote name='sneaky' post='361859' date='Oct 10 2006, 10:13 PM']Very good. :thumbsup:

However, the content of your song is very disturbing. :mellow:[/quote]

You think that's disturbing? There tons of songs with similar content, none of which I find "disturbing."

Listen to Dance With the Devil by Immortal Technique. Now THAT shit is disturbing!

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If I wanted to be a hip hop artist, I would try to be original. I'd come up with some kind of
creative niche that would set me apart from every one else. What would your niche be?

Any ideas?

whodey?

CCC?

OG?
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[quote name='Rumble in the Jungle' post='361870' date='Oct 10 2006, 10:44 PM']the one sneaky put up, is from "im gonna get you sucka"

and what i tell you about being hard now A-Littleboy-House ofPain ?[/quote]
if u use the word boi, ur going to get called a fag. Get over it or dont use fag language.
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[quote name='Rumble in the Jungle' post='361932' date='Oct 11 2006, 12:33 AM'][b][size=7][center]Boi[/size]

[size=6]Boi[/size]

[size=5]Boi[/size]

[size=4]Boi[/size]

[size=3]Boi[/size]

[size=2]Boi[/size]

Boi

[size=1]Boi[/size]

[/center][/b]
[b][size=4]Now shut up Bitch before i make you one of my hoe's !!!!![/size][/b][/quote]
fag
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[quote name='Rumble in the Jungle' post='362183' date='Oct 11 2006, 01:28 PM'][b]your [/b] still a nerd though! ;)[/quote]
you're or you are....

i guess i am a nerd, but at least im intelligent ;), where's mully? I need reinforcements!!!!!!!

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yo whodey, you said in the other topic you were gonna ask me how to put music on the internet. just holla at me on pm and I can help you.



anyways, I'm gonna post a song I just finished writing. wrote the first 2/3 like 3 weeks ago. took a break for a week then worked on the ending.


[b]"Sad Ending"[/b]

Sean, 13 years old in a world so cold
lives a story of a child that must be told
problems arise, in a life surrounded by lies
everybody he knows, he cant help but despise
spendin every conscious moment thinkin bout their demise
people think he aint shit cause his age and his size
he knows a cat down the street who sells shit like guns
headed down to talk business, told him he needed one
cat responded like, you know how to use this son?
I'm a fast learner, so can we get this fuckin deal done?
cat gave him the 9 and the bullets, then watched him run
cause the pressure to make a profit weighs more than a ton
he’s got a wife, 3 kids, and a mother to feed
to support them financially, he’ll sell whatever he needs
cat’ll do anythin for cash, sell a 9 to a kid
but soon after, that cat will regret what he did

ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending?
livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending
ask yourself, what kind of message am i sending?
livin life the wrong way ya askin for a sad ending

Ronnie, 35, a lot of problems at home
resorts to a life of crime in the streets that he roams
on the corner all alone, sellin guns and drugs
aint ever claim to gangbang, but he hangs with thugs
his two older kids in highschool, on the verge of droppin out
youngest one named James, the thug life, he’s all about
Ronnie gets calls everyday, about the fights that he startin
but he wouldn’t even know if his son was on a milk carton
James got beef, with a lot of kids in his junior high
one in particular, named Sean, fucks with him till he cries
so it’s no surprise, that they’ve developed into enemies
if only James had backed off Sean, and just let him be
then he’d get to see, the day he would have turned fourteen
but that day will never come, what if he hadn’t been so mean?
the next day, Ronnie’s life will take a turn for the worse
and he’ll blame himself, when his son’s ridin' off in a hearse

ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending?
livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending
ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending?
livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending

In the hallway in school, the eyes of two boys met
Sean reached for somethin on his waist, John threw up his set
Sean looked down, froze for a second, was it a change of heart?
John knew from the start, Sean wanted to blow his brains apart
so he came prepared, nine in his back pocket
and when Sean makes his move, he’ll pull out and cock it
shit happened so fast, less than the blink of an eye
John let off a shot, what was he thinkin inside?
“Better him than me, I aint gon be the one to die.
and my mama aint gon be the mama that cries.”
bullet square in the chest, yup, you already know
spirit headed for heaven, body headed below
so, what would have Sean done if John hadn’t shot first?
who’s to say a different child wouldn’t have ended up worse?
had an opportunity to watch your son grow but you missed it
so how’s it feel knowin you birthed and raised a statistic?
tried to separate business and family, but the met in the end
so will you now start to think about the message you send?

ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending?
livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending
ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending?
livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending
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Wow, those are really good CCC and whodey 85.

A little dark for my taste, but both songs very thought provoking. I may have to sign
you two to my record label. (BAB is a HOE records)


:thumbsup:

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[quote name='sneaky' post='362427' date='Oct 11 2006, 06:31 PM']Wow, those are really good CCC and whodey 85.

A little dark for my taste, but both songs very thought provoking. I may have to sign
you two to my record label. (BAB is a HOE records)
:thumbsup:[/quote]


Thanks for the words :thumbsup: I'm working on another song right now as well, I'm really excited about it as far the creativity, content and message I'm trying to put in this one. I'll post it when I finish.

I've gotten into a writing mood lately so expect at least a few more complete songs from me as well as regular verses not in song form. There not all going to be "dark" like that, I'm planning another song (not the one mentioned above) to be more punchline oriented and I'm excited about writing that as well

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[quote name='ColorChanginClique' post='361899' date='Oct 10 2006, 11:31 PM']Good stuff. Keep writing and writing and all that, trying to improve you're rhyming skills and style. Then look at the stuff you've wrote like 6 months from now, then a year from now. You'll probably be blown away how much you've improved. It's one of those things that you really get a lot better over time[/quote]

Yea, I hear u man. Appreciate it.

[quote name='sneaky' post='361910' date='Oct 10 2006, 11:45 PM']If I wanted to be a hip hop artist, I would try to be original. I'd come up with some kind of
creative niche that would set me apart from every one else. What would your niche be?

Any ideas?

whodey?

CCC?

OG?[/quote]

I think that's somethin that just comes over time. The more response u get to a specific topic will let u kno what u write the best.

[quote name='ColorChanginClique' post='362353' date='Oct 11 2006, 04:52 PM']yo whodey, you said in the other topic you were gonna ask me how to put music on the internet. just holla at me on pm and I can help you.
anyways, I'm gonna post a song I just finished writing. wrote the first 2/3 like 3 weeks ago. took a break for a week then worked on the ending.
[b]"Sad Ending"[/b]

Sean, 13 years old in a world so cold
lives a story of a child that must be told
problems arise, in a life surrounded by lies
everybody he knows, he cant help but despise
spendin every conscious moment thinkin bout their demise
people think he aint shit cause his age and his size
he knows a cat down the street who sells shit like guns
headed down to talk business, told him he needed one
cat responded like, you know how to use this son?
I'm a fast learner, so can we get this fuckin deal done?
cat gave him the 9 and the bullets, then watched him run
cause the pressure to make a profit weighs more than a ton
he’s got a wife, 3 kids, and a mother to feed
to support them financially, he’ll sell whatever he needs
cat’ll do anythin for cash, sell a 9 to a kid
but soon after, that cat will regret what he did

ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending?
livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending
ask yourself, what kind of message am i sending?
livin life the wrong way ya askin for a sad ending

Ronnie, 35, a lot of problems at home
resorts to a life of crime in the streets that he roams
on the corner all alone, sellin guns and drugs
aint ever claim to gangbang, but he hangs with thugs
his two older kids in highschool, on the verge of droppin out
youngest one named James, the thug life, he’s all about
Ronnie gets calls everyday, about the fights that he startin
but he wouldn’t even know if his son was on a milk carton
James got beef, with a lot of kids in his junior high
one in particular, named Sean, fucks with him till he cries
so it’s no surprise, that they’ve developed into enemies
if only James had backed off Sean, and just let him be
then he’d get to see, the day he would have turned fourteen
but that day will never come, what if he hadn’t been so mean?
the next day, Ronnie’s life will take a turn for the worse
and he’ll blame himself, when his son’s ridin' off in a hearse

ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending?
livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending
ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending?
livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending

In the hallway in school, the eyes of two boys met
Sean reached for somethin on his waist, John threw up his set
Sean looked down, froze for a second, was it a change of heart?
John knew from the start, Sean wanted to blow his brains apart
so he came prepared, nine in his back pocket
and when Sean makes his move, he’ll pull out and cock it
shit happened so fast, less than the blink of an eye
John let off a shot, what was he thinkin inside?
“Better him than me, I aint gon be the one to die.
and my mama aint gon be the mama that cries.”
bullet square in the chest, yup, you already know
spirit headed for heaven, body headed below
so, what would have Sean done if John hadn’t shot first?
who’s to say a different child wouldn’t have ended up worse?
had an opportunity to watch your son grow but you missed it
so how’s it feel knowin you birthed and raised a statistic?
tried to separate business and family, but the met in the end
so will you now start to think about the message you send?

ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending?
livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending
ask yourself, what kind of message am I sending?
livin life the wrong way, ya asking for a sad ending[/quote]

That's tight boy. Reminded me of Faces of Death by Papoose a lil bit.

[quote name='sneaky' post='362427' date='Oct 11 2006, 06:31 PM']Wow, those are really good CCC and whodey 85.

A little dark for my taste, but both songs very thought provoking. I may have to sign
you two to my record label. (BAB is a HOE records)
:thumbsup:[/quote]

:lol:

I need to get alot better than whut I got to get signed by any type of recorded label, even yours.

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Aight, this is another song I wrote a couple days ago. I was feelin in a goofy mood, so hope it aint too dumb, lol.

Cake

Verse 1
When it come to bakin cake, I got dat recipe
Im like a pro, ppl callin me Chief Boi OG
Makin mo bread than a Wonderbread factory
Grindin in this game hard, constantly, actively
Actually, just call me the Gingerbread Man
My stacks so thick they snappin rubber bands
That's y I use rope, cookin it to perfection
My bread's risin so much it might give u a yeast infection
Its like I never run out, sometimes it's lookin scarey
Im known as the Dough Boi, but I aint work for Pillsbury
Wit cake come hoes, u kno ur boy is buzzin
Got 13 women always wit me, yea, that's my baker's dozen

Chorus
Whut u get is whut u deserve
It aint handed out, its somethin u gotta earn
Dont over-cook, or ur bread'll get burn
Cause ur recipe'll get stolen if u dont learn
2X

Verse 2
If u dont kno whut cake is, its dat dough
That stuff u need if u want all dat glow
Aint comin easy, no ingredients bought at a sto'
Its gotta b in ur heart if u wanna b thoe'd
U kno its in mine, just check my inside
When I rhyme, I got cake in my punchline
I keep my dough locked up in a very safe place
Leave it out where everyone can check the case
But it aint in a case, its in my cookie jar
I can see u wanna taste whut's been takin me far
I hope u aint that dumb tho, keep ur hands to urself
Cause if I catch ur hand in my jar, u gonna get dealt

Chorus
Whut u get is whut u deserve
It aint handed out, its somethin u gotta earn
Dont over-cook, or ur bread'll get burn
Cause ur recipe'll get stolen, if u dont learn
2X

Bridge
Add hustle, add grind, yea, dont forget b trill
No gimmicks, no bustas, or u aint gettin no meal
Add work, Add heart if u wanna get paid
No hypes, no bud, or u aint gonna get made


Chorus
Whut u get is whut u deserve
It aint handed out, its somethin u gotta earn
Dont over-cook, or ur bread'll get burn
Cause ur recipe'll get stolen, if u dont learn
2X

And Id like to hear any opinions on a new song title. Holla.
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[quote name='whodey 85' post='362563' date='Oct 11 2006, 10:19 PM']Aight, this is another song I wrote a couple days ago. I was feelin in a goofy mood, so hope it aint too dumb, lol.

Cake

Verse 1
When it come to bakin cake, I got dat recipe
Im like a pro, ppl callin me Chief Boi OG
Makin mo bread than a Wonderbread factory
Grindin in this game hard, constantly, actively
Actually, just call me the Gingerbread Man
My stacks so thick they snappin rubber bands
That's y I use rope, cookin it to perfection
My bread's risin so much it might give u a yeast infection
Its like I never run out, sometimes it's lookin scarey
Im known as the Dough Boi, but I aint work for Pillsbury
Wit cake come hoes, u kno ur boy is buzzin
Got 13 women always wit me, yea, that's my baker's dozen

Chorus
Whut u get is whut u deserve
It aint handed out, its somethin u gotta earn
Dont over-cook, or ur bread'll get burn
Cause ur recipe'll get stolen if u dont learn
2X

Verse 2
If u dont kno whut cake is, its dat dough
That stuff u need if u want all dat glow
Aint comin easy, no ingredients bought at a sto'
Its gotta b in ur heart if u wanna b thoe'd
U kno its in mine, just check my inside
When I rhyme, I got cake in my punchline
I keep my dough locked up in a very safe place
Leave it out where everyone can check the case
But it aint in a case, its in my cookie jar
I can see u wanna taste whut's been takin me far
I hope u aint that dumb tho, keep ur hands to urself
Cause if I catch ur hand in my jar, u gonna get dealt

Chorus
Whut u get is whut u deserve
It aint handed out, its somethin u gotta earn
Dont over-cook, or ur bread'll get burn
Cause ur recipe'll get stolen, if u dont learn
2X

Bridge
Add hustle, add grind, yea, dont forget b trill
No gimmicks, no bustas, or u aint gettin no meal
Add work, Add heart if u wanna get paid
No hypes, no bud, or u aint gonna get made
Chorus
Whut u get is whut u deserve
It aint handed out, its somethin u gotta earn
Dont over-cook, or ur bread'll get burn
Cause ur recipe'll get stolen, if u dont learn
2X

And Id like to hear any opinions on a new song title. Holla.[/quote]


that's not too dumb. what would make it good is how you flow on it. cause the way i recited it in my head, it flowed good and sounded good.

other possible song titles

-The Recipe
-Bread Man

maybe somethin better will come to me later
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[b][size=3]One Hoe, Two Hoe's, Three Hoe's, Four
Bitch where is my money, dont make me say this no more
Five Hoe's, Six Hoe's, Seven Hoe's, Eight
Skank give me tha money, this aint up for debate
Nine Hoe's and even Ten
Cunt dont make me pimp slap you again[/size][/b]
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