Dalon
@young bugz the gunna
Wylie, TX USA
Joined Jan 1, 2008
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young bugz the gunna
Apr 03, 2008
im givin n***s the beats without F.L.
im 4rm the streets we taught one thing dont tell
we role in fleets wut dog u cant tell
i got that potent weed the dogs cant smell
well, i keep that thing sittin grind low
and u aint styles p but u can get yo mind blown
u got the diamonds well look how mine glow
its heavy i gotta hunchback like my spine broke
ha and my watch froze look like the time broke
but its the shine so u cant see how the lines go
i leave n***s slumped like a wino
after i stomp a n*** like a fuccin rhino
would think my gun a horn how my fuccin 9 blow
and leave holes in heads size of a pine cone
i kno ya'll like bugz cool down
but i gotta leave em wet wet like a pool now
man i'm so hard but gotta a flow so sweet
throwin cracc out my mouth see u fiend when i speak
you will lean when i speak like its lean in yo drink
i get head im a genius you see
i smoke so much i got green in my pee
i kno im the sh*** thats y you dreamin of me
young bugz the gunna
Apr 02, 2008
in a small town called sherri there was a very outgoing family.the family name was larris the larris family was very different than anybody in sherri because the larris family had 9 people in there imediate family. that was a very large family bunch the larris parents had 7 children. Lalon Larris was the father of the bunch Denekia was the mother or the large group.Lalon and Denekia were highschool sweethearts.
young bugz the gunna
Apr 01, 2008
no smiles i always pout hopin my stacks will elevate
i could do fake magic gimmie 16 i’ll make u levatate
im off the rate top ten like hell no
i feel like i can make a livin off cookin and sell dope
Nope i’ll never fall in the cracc game
i dust my shoulders off but i still got stains
so no big tuck i dont come around ya station
i rather be home fartin and playin the playstation
real broke my wallets need prepair
u threw away the jays i aint even got a pair
stop and stare im more low den basements downstairs
but soon i’ll be in the basement rappin wit tigger there
young bugz the gunna
Apr 01, 2008
wut the fucc is the good life and y i aint livin it
they owe us 40 akers so y they aint givin it
i would be straight if u gave me 40 stacks
so i can have the h** hollerin where the ballers at
not here sh*** i cant afford an acord
dats y when i get bored i record
on a 10 dolla mic got me soundin boy soulja
and its not soulja boy tell em its boy soulja told ya
and i aint rockin stones never came close 2 a boulder
so i aint got a phone cuz my minutes would roll over
like a bi*** i mean i puppy young bugz is always gully
u would be mad 2 if u ate fried chiccen not 4rm kentuc^ky
my skill always been yucky so the labels jus throw me out
they want somebody sucky so CD’s i throw em out
young bugz the gunna
Apr 01, 2008
never fall i stood up i took it like a man
and a man never run even 4rm the KKKlan
i mean man dis sh*** dont make sence
n***s dyin on the street some beggin dudes 4 cents
i knew it ever since.. i seen my first body
i was goin murder ink like my name was irv gotti
i ran in the streets i held a pump shotti
now i wanna blow the center somethin like ben laddii
see i had a dream so call me the falcetto
its hard we all strugglin 2 get out the ghetto
young bugz the gunna
Apr 01, 2008
Livin Where I Live (Krazy George Track) My Verse
Current mood: cultured
see everybody think Cali is full of actors and stars
but on the real its filled wit n***s dat will have u seein stars
smokin weed out the gars hydrolics on the car
wit enough gurls callin my name like el debarge
wit n***s goin 2 jail and catchin a charge
jus becuz they set was loced on and they is hard
im sorry i couldnt put the gun away
my heart so cold i could take the sun away
n***s doin drivebys takin sons away
jus becuz they wanted 2 go and have fun that day
this sh*** is hard i mean its jus as hard pull up
n***s workin minimum wage tellin the cars 2 pull up
young bugz the gunna
Apr 01, 2008
i see 35 rappers and they all the same
talkin bout grills, 22’s, dances, ice, and chains
then them wanna be thugs and the cliccs they bang
dese rappers got me like krazy george im goin insane
talkin bout cars and sh*** but they dont switch no lanes
talkin bout pimpin and sh*** but they not grippin no grain
talkin dat tussle sh*** opps aint got no stains
talkin bout breath now diamonds on my damn chain
how do rappers change
i got paper 2 but wont 4get bout the change
see im the type of dude that wanna make it big
not get famous 4rm a duggie,boogie, or jig
im the type that wanna put a bullet in a wig
rambo a n*** and get respect 4rm his kids
but i guess the rap game got tossed like a frisbie
if u talkin bout dancin den yes yo flow is wimpie
im wit krazy we some bonifide strappers
i dont know wut 2 do wit these 35 rappers
young bugz the gunna
Apr 01, 2008
grrrrrrrrrrr who is that comin
wit enough junk in the trunk like a fat black woman
its B...U.G.Z the monsta
from pens to pads to telepromters
if ya ask me i’ll tell ya the straight truth
when it comes to makin hits i got more den babe ruth
more blocks than wayne coop do more shootin than guards do
its not hard to but i sticc to the one two
you gotta car wit a sticc well damn i got one too
u got dat 4rm workin got mine 4rm fondue
cheese take a picture and do as the don do
or u can get bagged and cut as lawn do
so nic nac patty wacc i grab dat bat
i let george do the boxin while i split dat cap
to the car im goin bacc 2 get dat gat
then i shot him a adlib like blat tat tat
ha den we cruisin off in the cadi-lac
we see his kids cryin askin 4 daddy bacc
im not good when im hot so chill 4 n*** spill
or you’ll catch a mean hook of that terror gorillaville
young bugz the gunna
Apr 01, 2008
your eternity burned look up and shook up the words
and you can see all the predicates nouns and verds
the fraternity heard that u got wut u deserved
they all turned evny green like they was kermit the frog
i don seen wut you earned and it is brighter than gold
thats why when people see you they look at you and scold
they reach deep in they soul wish they could have wut u hold
so they could be virgin white or as bright as the snow
you ask how i kno cuz i seen how u glow
the spirt as innocent as apple pie la moe
but dark as ghost stories as they are heard and told
then you are hurt and broke cuz you let drama unfold
your suppose to have extra shield when the haters approach
but u let em get in now you hang lower than low
the gun gets closer and close u dont kno how 2 let go
you shed a tear as you write your last final note
and look up to the sky after every word wrote
deres no turnin bacc as u sit in your trench coat
the trigga was pulled now the brain will now soak
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