speak up do and make your voice clear mabey you would get a like buddy

rainy day sober acappella freestyle

LOVE CRIME - WELCOME 2 MY HOME
(LYRICS)

Gotta watch your allies and the ones you despise cuz sometimes your eyes don't really realize whose really on your side gotta think with your mind cuz some'll do-or-die but some'll whoo-ride summers real hot like a molten lava rock and every single summer somebody got shot somebody that I know always gotta go stressing so much that i'm pulling out my 'fro thought that you know but you really do not know that's just how it go that's just my intro I know you need more of original flow so I'm sending out the door my bad steelo I dropped this hit December 24th and I hope that you got hope but I know that you wont so I'm here on my own but that's alright my holmes I grown in this zone to be alone its my throne , welcome to my home . welcome to my home . welcome to my home

WELCOME 2 MY HOME - LOVE CRIME

LOVE CRIME - YOU COULD HOLLA
(LYRICS)

Verse 1:
Oh shit alright let me hop on the mic I'm telling you I'll love it til I die oo ah achika momma say she saw joint to jaw awh nawh moms you got it all wrong usually we move along and in case you don't know my mom real Mexican from deep within the type of woman to give me an ass whipping in front of my friends and yes I do get embarrassed but what could I do I (fucking) love my parents and not for a second does it ever seem to lessen I stayed in detention but I never learned my lesson a trouble making veteran now in progression to be a better person and not steal your purse when you walking down the curb and you looking nice with curves'n still putting work in doing dirt'n all them gang thangs you needa stay away my man cuz I don't play no games I'm a grown man I've changed see i'm now about my change and if you aint you could holla

Bridge: 
you could holla (x2)

Verse 2:
Chasing my grip stacking my chips fucking my bitch getting my shit called it quits and I dumped the bitch I'm tired of fucking with broke ass liars in gangbang attire whole entire life getting higer me myself I'm tryna shine a lil bit with the rhymes I drop loving hip-hop til my heart stop no molly pill pop just a Sean John T-top and a small wad of gwap like Snoop Dogg its hot so I drop on the scene something new and clean mean and sweet at the same time its me the C-R-I-M-E from 1993 plus three ooo-wee for eternity I be about my cheese and please for jeez-louis' sake don't holla at me if you aint cuz you know i'm about my mothafucking bank , aye . Love

You Could Holla

I Got Soul(Prod. By Smalls & Stevie)

LYRICS

Roll it up we smoking up
windows up we roll'em up
pass the skunk i'm twistin up
high as heaven man we going up
tryna blow up outta proportion
gonna grab the game and set it in motion
ashy ass game in need of some lotion
Instagram and Facebook my only promotion
aint that a bitch im just tryna get rich
shit at least wealthy and keep my fams healthy
but they aint got faith and that shit aint helping
praying to God but I feel like i'm yelling
nice plump belly and a flat screen telly
aint no telling why I feel so needy
maybe im greedy maybe im grimy 
tryna kill me fuck you come find me


(VERSE 2)

April 16th, 1996
still in the mix gangsta ever since
top of my class top of the list
no shame shit I kick it like this
Fuck bitches get money fuck bitches get money
falling in love not for me
alotta game but im ugly
damn girl you chubby
the way you ride though lovely
bitch don't you hug me
my girlfriend is coming
run out the back before you get smacked hoe
I am a mack yo
play like Nintendo
life no intiendo
gun to my temple
always been a menso
momma always say so
paper to pencil
broke to successful
hopefully don't hope though
always gotta know so
coming in with no dough
down to sell my whole soul
don't deal with no dope
fuck law and popo
clutched jaws and fist throws
cold beer and far bowls
good days I miss those
reminisce its blissful
take me back my wish foo
texting back my 6 boo's
talking bout "just come thru, my dude boutta leave soon"


LOVE CRIME - APRIL 16TH, 1996

Fire in My soul _01.mp3

[LYRICS]

{VERSE 1}
I got played for a kid that wasnt even mine
fucked her one more time cuz i'm do-or-die
maybe i knew it but i kept it a lie
baby dont you cry i'ma playa for life
playing for life and i'm playing to win throwing in my ins i was born to sin
crooked ass grill i aint finna grin hit up my plug and i'm twisting a ten
thinking about then and i wish it was now but every now and then shit just gotta do down
tryna lock me up like a dog in the pound and i was lost but i'm found
I found myself where the darkness dwells neither heaven or hell
neither freedom or jail , is this rain or hail ?
am i living well ? only time'll tell and im with it oh well
and i'm feeling myself . back on my sells
one mouth to feed so i'm feeding myself
feinding for a bitch so i'm feeling myself
blunt in my hand and i'm burning my cells burning myself and my treacherous trail
hit up the devil tell'em cast me a spell cuz im tryna get swell and i'm tryna get swole
dice on my life and i'm with it to roll looking for hope but i really dont know
tryna cook the dope cuz my folks is broke
looking for hope like the cloak and the dagger
wheres the love and the laughter ?
i'm a son and a bastard , I'm a son and a bastard

{VERSE 2}

I aint even got a bucket fuck it
pull my dick out and my bitch'll suck it
dump at me and there aint no ducking
got my own gun so you know i'm busting
busting back and i'm busting raps
ask for me and i'm on the map , kick it with browns and kick it with blacks
kick it in the back cuz i'm smoking a fat all bottled in and i'm destined to crack
counting on my hand who got my back
voices in my head and i think i been tapped
checking my pulse and i'm feeling intact
fuck with my fams and i fucking attack
natural born mack and i'm flossing with that
tryna make it back tryna find my way
tryna pimp a bitch and i'm tryna play
I got played for a kid that wasnt even mine
fucked her one more time cuz i'm do-or-die
maybe i knew it but i kept it a lie
baby dont you cry i'ma playa for life
playing for life and i'm playing to win throwing in my ins i was born to sin
crooked ass grill i aint finna grin hit up my plug and i'm twisting a ten

LOVE CRIME - APRIL 16TH, 1996

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