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bergipupsi  - 31
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Dabei seit 06.2006
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Geschrieben am: 12.04.2007 um 19:13 Uhr
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Ich hab dich sehr gern,
nur bist du mir sehr fern,
doch schau ich in mein Herz hinein,
scheinst du nah bei mir zu sein.
Egal was kommt ich halt zu dir,
dasselbe sagst du auch zu mir,
du bist meine allerbeste Freundin,
geht’s dir schlecht komm zu mir hin.
Ich lass keinen was gegen dich sagen,
und auch kein Dreck liegen auf den Herzen die wir tragen,
na los komm wünsch dir was,
und ich schwör dir ich mach das.
Doch was wenn du mich mal hasst hoffentlich nicht,
und wenn doch meine Tür ist immer offen für dich,
ich muss dich jetzt einfach sehen,
oder auf der Stelle untergehen,
Freunde fürs Leben!
Hip Hop ist Musik---->Metal ist das Leben
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_KILL-BILL_ - 35
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Dabei seit 02.2007
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Geschrieben am: 12.04.2007 um 19:24 Uhr
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Zitat von bergipupsi:
Ich hab dich sehr gern,
nur bist du mir sehr fern,
doch schau ich in mein Herz hinein,
scheinst du nah bei mir zu sein.
Egal was kommt ich halt zu dir,
dasselbe sagst du auch zu mir,
du bist meine allerbeste Freundin,
geht’s dir schlecht komm zu mir hin.
Ich lass keinen was gegen dich sagen,
und auch kein Dreck liegen auf den Herzen die wir tragen,
na los komm wünsch dir was,
und ich schwör dir ich mach das.
Doch was wenn du mich mal hasst hoffentlich nicht,
und wenn doch meine Tür ist immer offen für dich,
ich muss dich jetzt einfach sehen,
oder auf der Stelle untergehen,
Freunde fürs Leben!
scho gut aber sinnlos
[closed]
*KILL-BILL*
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bergipupsi - 31
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Dabei seit 06.2006
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Geschrieben am: 12.04.2007 um 20:01 Uhr
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danke..
aber wieso? was bringt einem ein Poesie und Lyrik Forum wenn man kiene gedichte reinschreiben darf?
Hip Hop ist Musik---->Metal ist das Leben
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_makaveli_ - 32
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Dabei seit 04.2007
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Geschrieben am: 12.04.2007 um 20:04 Uhr
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I ain't got no mutha fuckin friends
2Pac Thats why I fucked your bitch
You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money}
Hit´em West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
Up niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)
Songtexte
First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Songtext Come equipped with game
You claim to be a playa
But, I fucked your wife
Lyrics We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Lyric Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
Liedertexte We keep on coming
While we running for yah jewels
Steady gunning
Liedertext Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
Alle How i'll leave yah
Cut your young ass up
See yah in pieces
2Pac Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck with real ass G's
Hit´em Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
Up I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Songtexte Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Songtext Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
Lyrics You know, See
[Chorus]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Lyric Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Who shot me,
Liedertexte But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Liedertext nigga, I hit 'em up
Check this out
You mutha-fuckas know what time it is
Alle I don't know why I'm even on this track
2Pac Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Hit´em Ride on yah
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}
Up
Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Songtexte Little move pa*s the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Songtext Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Lyrics Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of yah
Lyric Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
Spank the shank
Liedertexte Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Liedertext Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
Alle And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of yah nigga
2Pac With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bower
Hit´em Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up
Up
[Chorus]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
Songtexte Who shot me,
But, your punks didn't finish
Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Songtext nigga, We hit 'em up
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Lyrics Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
Lyric With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
Liedertexte You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
Liedertext niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die
Alle Talking about you Getting Money
But its funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
2Pac While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Hit´em Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Up Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
Songtexte And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Songtext Now its all about versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
Lyrics I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
Lyric With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Liedertexte Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up
I'm from N W New Jers.
Liedertext Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Alle Now go check the scenerio
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
2Pac Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is yah
Coked up or doped up
Hit´em Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Up Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
Songtexte With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Songtext Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
Lyrics And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Lyric Brainstormed and locked
You'se a B-writer
Pac style taker
Liedertexte I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
Liedertext So fill the Alazhay with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
Alle E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
2Pac Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uhh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke
Hit´em Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
Up No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
Songtexte nigga, I hit 'em up
Now you tell me who won
Songtext I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Lyrics Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
Lyric When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
Liedertexte But somebody got to do it
Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)
Liedertext You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass mutha-f**kas
Alle Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
2Pac You fucking with me, nigga ?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
Hit´em You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
Up This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Songtexte Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
Songtext We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Lyrics Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin
Lyric opinion
Well this is how we gon' do this:
fuck Mobb Deep,
Liedertexte fuck Biggie,
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin
Liedertext crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Alle Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
2Pac fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
Hit´em fuck you, die slow mother fucker.
My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
Up You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
Songtexte West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
Songtext We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
Lyrics You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
Lyric Ain't nuttin' but killers
And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.
Liedertexte Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother
Liedertext fuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
Alle You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
2Pac We Bad Boy killas
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bergipupsi - 31
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Geschrieben am: 13.04.2007 um 10:36 Uhr
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was wird des wenns fertig isch 
Hip Hop ist Musik---->Metal ist das Leben
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Juve92  - 33
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Dabei seit 03.2006
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Geschrieben am: 14.04.2007 um 20:57 Uhr
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schön,....
ich kenne dich auber nciht.
danke trotzdem 
Wer kämpft gewinnt, wer nicht kämpft kann nur verliehern ! ! ! ! !
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