Shawn Byrne

This song is for Beth Campanella,(on the left) she lost her little sister in a car crash while she was driving home. I usually don't make personal songs like this, but i remember when this happened and I know a lot of people who was close to her and her family so when beth contacted me asking me to make a song about katie on twitter it was a no brainer. Hope you all like the song and beth, once again, I'm sorry for you loss. 
-YakBoyFresh

Yak Boy Fresh-Everything Happens For A Reason PT2 K.C.(For  Beth Campanella)

Sounds from Saturday evening

ZipLockBag JayRoss JAckpot Ft S.B

CameUp JayRoss Jackpot Ft S.B

Big Upz To S.B RicoMontana YungSwag We Den MAde It Far 
50Ten20z MGB Shit Nigga

FAR FT JayRoss Jackpot

I Rather Full Version Coming SOON

Underground King -Lil - Locc

My Letter Home - Lil - Locc-

Never Went To School - Lil - Locc-

Background Record - Lil - Locc

Save Me From My Friend-LIL-LOCC- (FEAT...LIL CUZZO)

Young Boss/R.I.P JayRoss- Lil - Locc -

Beat by KevinBmx7 one of the bestt beat makers on youtube..
 -_LYRICS_- (hook)
im like a one man band, i got drums and all,
 f.t.p means fuck tha police so its fuck tha police and its fuckem all,
 a one man band, i got tha bass but no guitar,
 like a feast ima eat this shit i might catch salminilla wit a beat so raw, x2 
-_(verse 1)_-
this is tha life i chose as a matter of fact this life chose me,
my lifes like a movie cinema so u never really know what u might go see,
i done seen it all done done it all gotta squad of goons behind me,
middle fingers up its like fuck tha laws it aint hard for u ta find me,
dont need no sticks for these drums u gon need more than jus salt for these slugs,
keep more than one clip for these guns cuz aint no assaults wit these thugs,
raise up off and ease tha fuck up off of me cuz,
yaw too soft ta be tough ya need a gallon of c-c-coffee ta keep up, (wit me)
all of these drugs,(in me) cause me ta seem nuts, (and we)
raw as a beef chuck right before its defrosted, in tha freeza,
u aint got enough balls ta even seem nuts so fuck all tha talkin and ya mean mugs,
cuz all your history does is point out your flaws so pray ta jesus,
that yo ass wont fall and wen u see us u might wanna fall and fake a seisure,
ill call all tha bakeries up n tellem i want all my cake ta speed up,
if you feelin froggy then please jump, yawll are majorly fucked,
ill hop on your song and smack tha beat up its like a mother fuckin shark attack wen i speak up, YEEAAUUUHHH!!,
 (-_(chorus)_- x2)
 (-_(verse 2)_-)
i might catch salminilla wit a beat of this type and ta heat it up all ima need is this mic,
if i keep it up wit every beat thas in sight u would listen up everytime i speak and get hype, (we can get hype),
im from tha southside of tha LOU so its hard for me not ta be a gangsta,
i got tha (drum) on tha bottom of tha (pump) hit tha forest gump n ima let tha bullets come and chase ya,
ill send a couple off your way so put tha salt away,
cuz the typeuh slugsll make tha salt decay,
yaw ought ta pray before you walk today,
unless tha sidewalk is where you want your chalk ta lay,
(Cuz im back) and im watchin i spit toxins,
im obnoxious ima convict steadily dodgin,
and ima keep runnin its my only option, 
(-_Chorus_-)(x2)
 THE END

Lil Jay - One Man Band

Sneak Peak - Lil Jay - Watch Yourself

that shitt.. you got any questions about the lyrics just ask me.

beat made by kevinbmx7, he makes some of the best beats beats on youtube

-lyrics-
-chorus-
im on one again im kickin doors and sprayin rounds,
youcan think this shits a game but you know i dont play around,
S.T.L.M.O you already know ima rep my town,
so when i roll up on yo block you already know how i get down,
you, know how get,x3,down,x2
thas, how i get down,x3,
so wen i roll up on yo block you already know how i get down,
verse 1
im kickin in doors mutha fuckers gettin smoked busstin wit that 4-4 do you think its a joke,
i gotta good aim when i look in tha scope and im off of tha chain better get you a rope,
cuz ima beast, you dont really wanna see me comin down your street,
ima be the mutha fucker takin all your salary i gotta heat ready ta burn some of them calories,
drum on tha bottom of tha pump on tha side of me,
if you dont wanna follow me i swear ta fuckin god, in lesser than a week your finna shrivle uo and die, my,
goons do not give a mutha fuck, if you gotta problem then a simple what is up,
is all you gotta mention you dont want tha tension, dont know what your gettin in then,
you better pay attention,
tha guns in my fist you better run if im pissed,
youfinna need a lot more than jus some butterfly stitches, its been,
a while but now im home and in control,
you was smilin now your foamin out your throat,
and now your drownin in some blood and all of its yours,
and i done pop your patnas now ur all alone your on your own,
now your gone, on to tha next victim,
im lookin for next mutha fucker talkin all of that shit so i can let tha bullets perform an excorcism,
(NO), i aint ever slippin,
(GO), and check your vision,
(Befor), i blow a hole in your head n now your whole head is missin,
your noticin i been creepin so dont let me catch you sleepin,
take precautions when you walk befor you wake up in emergency treatment,
you might not (know when im around,
cuz i always move (slow with out a sound),
better keep your mouth (closed when i hit town),
you already (know how i get down),
(Chorus)
verse 2
the drama aint a thang to me,
drama cant fase me,
you askin me too many questions bitch i aint KGB,
got your bitch in her basement she sayin she wanna stay wit me,
but then Little Jay jus leaves,
waition impatiently, itll
make me go insane n leave ya,
brains on tha pavement and re-a,
rangin your brain wit a flame and pain whenever tha bullet rains it leave an,
ingravement and maintains in your system till tha day they lay deceased,
i aint no little ass kid so dont fuckin play wit me,
talkin shit aint okay wit me,
we makin more cake than a bakery,
its trapboys mob shit get real,
yaw livin that make believe,
we smokin on that kush its real,
yaw smokin them maple leaves,
brought a nine n a coule AKs wit me,
dont push me boy cuz we spray and leave,
ridin round n i shot em down,
on this side of town we livin dangerously,
its tha SHOW-ME state tha MO town,
bitch let me see what i came ta see,
we'll be 100 Gz till tha day we leave,
we live faithfully everyday cuz we,
on one like carpenters cuz we keep tha hammers n we bangin these,
(chorus)
verse 3
im headed for tha stars and i really dont hope that the rockets slow,
Lil Jay keep it locked and loaded im ready whenever ta let tha glock explode,
i was jus chillin in my room smokin and watchin hip hop videos,
when i thought id become a famous lyrical menace up in tha buisiness but i bet youve heard lot of jokes,
like tha one wit me your momma and tha shotty one cock she blows,
i aint talkin bout your poopas though you might not wanna believe it but son your moms a hoe, n she,
already been (ran by) every single (man i) jus cant understand why she got tha whole clan on stand-by,
BITCH!! i go ham like 7-11 landshire my flows so muhfuckin ciold that they throwin my cd-roms up in a campfire,
your never gon' tranpire you a gangster, hahh, you a damn liar,
i shank ya and throw my hands high, cuz ima real gangsta, you damn right,
and thats one thing i wont and i cant deny,
n i aint finna ruin my plans tonight,
ima rise till there aint no land higher,
n im at tha top blowin up like a land mine,
ima go to tha max and your doors gettin cracked so you dont need ta lock your door (doe),
n im so sick of smackin these hoes wit tha strap dont relax ima let it go,
im trailin right behind ya while you drivin down tha road,
and i swear that ima find ya if ya hidin out fasho,
when i popped you n you dropped i watched you die up on that floor, (flo)
n now im writin all about it why am i talkin to ghosts, i guess im,
(chorus)
THE END

Shawn Byrne

LIL-LOCC(THA GUNNA)