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Thu, Aug. 25th, 2005, 12:38 pm
catstraylookers: Still Ray

I got mad niggaz with mad cheese on mad blocks
the world is angry nigga, and money talks
my weapons cough
I got a sick armory
wobbly body hoes askin me if i'm loaded to the brim, I tell em' 'probably'
because Cat Street can afford me.
I meet their parents and the language is "lordy, lordy"
"look at the platinum on his chest, look at the super sized feet on his car..."
"This boy is a super star."
In they bedroom- a closed mouth don't get fed, so sometimes I gotta force feed em.
flash a gun, slap em and point my finger at em, put a knee in em
Any way I've done it, I do it. I'm still the violent dance hall rapist
/murder enthusiast/that dude who hands tourists an addressed package, points a gun to they head and says "deliver this."
No matter how scared the red headed white boys get, big body black bitches sit near me and get wet.
The 900$ Bapestas on my feet has them interested.
The 1600$ bottle in my hand has them convinced.
Like Stalin did, I rule. Like Jewel's husband, I got Jewel.
loyal to the game like Big L, passionate like James Earl Jones, buisness ethics similar to Sean Combs
every weds night I'm at Jane and Finch; slinging my scones.
Thurs is Ultra with the rest of my Street niggaz
Friday I'm at the pit bull fights with Jeff
and on Saturday we be smoking whatevers left

habitual cannon duster, the man with no neck
"Cat Street Ray," the name that's under their breath.

Fri, Apr. 1st, 2005, 11:02 am
catstraylookers: (no subject)

Now can your mind picture
A thug nigga drinkin hard liquor.
This ghetto life has got me catchin up to god quicker.
Who would figure that all I need was a
Hair trigga Semi-Automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggas.
Pardon my thug poetry,
But suckers is born everyday and fear of man grow on trees.
Criminal ties for centuries.
A legend in my own rhymes,
So niggas whisper when they mention
Cat Street
We thug niggas and we came in packs.
Every one of us niggas strapped sippin on 'nac
In the back, my AR 15.
Thuggin till I die.
These streets got me cravin for a zine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin.
Fat as that ass that honey shakin.

I must stay thuggin and shit.
They call it overthuggin and shit.
But I was just a youngen nigga gettin older and lovin this shit.
But what was I doin in this place?
To the fakes without a pistol in the first,
Facin termination in the worst.
But I figured to play the war,
To watch all these playa hatin niggas position,
For I could see em all.
Made it up out of there.
Lucky to be here.
Tell you, but it'll never be a repeat.
People I'm tryin to tell you.

Now picture the scenery.
I'm thugged out smokin greenary.
Considered a BG but I'm offering
This game something deeper.
My eyes only see these
That's why I'm definately bugged out.
Learned to know how.
Well to do now.
By 18, turned out.
And why I do thee.
To rob and smoke and ally my foes in the worst place.
Y'all shouldn't of fucked with us in the first place.
Y'all real OG's droppin game to the youngsters.
Y'all don't want no fun
Cuz y'all be the next in the long line of shitheads

I starts em off with this gansta raw story tale.
Stackin loot up in the coup that I protect with a Mack 12.
Slap my clip in the chamber.
Fool, your life's in danger.
No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane.
Call me A-1 Major Payne.
Ya slay and move and gain.
I be the nigga pullin the trigga and
Dumpin the hollow points in your brain.
Mo bigger balls that RuPaul.
this thug's life ain't a ball.
We bust that ass up against a wall.
As for men
We bucks em down on the way to the ground.
Ain't nuttin but the hog in me.
This stuff is real, dough.
Killin the Po's and keep mobbin, G.
with a sawed off.
Cuz they dirty as drawers, y'all.
And had them bitch niggas hauled off.

Mama had me lived and raised on shit that ain't ok.
Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay.
I'm reminissin and catchin flashbacks when niggas
Ran up in my house and I was too young to try to blast back.
What happend then, no one would tell me since I was 3.
Heard they got to my peoples.
Now they livin somewhere free.
But fuck that,
You got whats mines and I want that.
Never drop my guard
Been on the squad
Since ways back.
And now I'm sittin,
Holdin in anger because my parents missin.
Thuggin and murderin.
Got some war stories for ya.

Now look at me.
Straight immortal.
Never gave a fuck cuz I was nobody's daughter.
Thug poet from my tits to my clips.
Don't try to figure cuz the murderous tendencies of my mind
Can't be controled, nigga.
So who's the bigger?
Who's the quickest killer?
Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla.
When I got cha, ok nine fourths
Prayin to god as your life goes back and forth.

Cat Street Ray, lookers.
Heh, heh. Ya playas, too.
Can you feel me?
Just say never
Say Cat Street
My niggas love that shit.
Crazy Jim in this mother fucker.
Heh, heh. Yeah nigga. Shout outs to my niggas Jeff and George.
ya bald head nut.
You know what time it is.

Mon, Mar. 28th, 2005, 08:12 am
droppinbombs81: (no subject)

Wet dreams and porno fliks
Master P and honey dips
Look at this girl takin sips
Suckin dick with her lips
Whos the man
Yes, I am
Feelin safe at my parties
You gunna get fucked little shorties
Whether GHB or just surprise sex
We gunna have a little tex mex
Run home and tell your momma
Some big bad men just did the mamba
Im hear to say you aint getting out
So you better start putting out
If you dont like what I say
You know the routine, and stay away.

I know what you think. lame right. well i just got signed bitches.

Tue, Feb. 22nd, 2005, 07:16 pm
default_reality: new.

hey guys I'm Nikki, 18 from tampa bay area fl..

was wondering if anyone could help me fidn this song.

someone told me it's 'raise up' by petey pablo.. but a: i know that song, and b: this didn't sound like petey pablo.

my mother then told me it was by the ying-yang twins (please tell me she's wrong)... but i think she's talking about wait--and i can't stand that song. just annoys me.

but anyway. all i know from the song is "this is for the army navy air force marines" and "we pray for your safe return"

would really love it if someone could help me out a little.... please??!

Thu, Feb. 10th, 2005, 08:49 pm
catstraylookers: (no subject)

The action never stops and it begins gettin boring
Your chicks on my dick, but the moon's got me snoring
my wax is on your wick, im the reason you keep burning
With all these rocks and ice, niggaz think im going curling
I don't want to sound full of myself or rude
but I'm looking my best when I'm in nothing but the nude
100% arabic flavour
shove my monster in your mouth for a taste you can savour
I'm so frothy
I'm so righteous
I'm so lofty
It's no wonder you like this.

Sun, Feb. 6th, 2005, 06:43 pm
catstraylookers: (no subject)

Got niggaz wavin shit like a tsunami in the sewers
Got Tim Allen niggaz preachin homey improvement as they flashin they tools
But I ain't payin no eye to these fools

I never gave a fuck about no nigga who wasn't on my hit list
I pay no attention to rappers, I just hit the booth and spit shit
Ya'll pay rolls is smaller than my account's monthly interest
Act pissed and shit. But your girl is askin me my interests
I'ma straight boss, I'm super spooky,
My dawgs? they vicous. Yours? they pookey pookey.
These tunes is looney, these grahams are golden
So many bitches be missin my balls, they should call me Nolan.
Ya'll niggaz in the club drinkin diet coke
I'm sniffin coke off a bitch who's on a diet, cope with it.

Thu, Jul. 22nd, 2004, 09:06 am
lithelilith: Can You See the Pride in the Panther

Artist: Tupac Shakur ~ Mos Def
Album: The Rose That Grew From Concrete Vol. 1 *
Song: Can U C the Pride in the Panther (Male Version)

* Poems written by Shakur as ~ interpreted by other artists

[Mos Def]
It's said that every revolutionary act is a act of love
And this is an act of love
All power to the people

I said the P is for power, the A for action
The N-T because now is the time to get it done
See the H is for heart, and the E for effect
The R hold it down at the end for respect
Who am I? A panther
Who am I? A panther
What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE
What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE
Raise your hands in the air if you feel like me

Who am I? A panther
Who am I? A panther
What I got I got SOUL, what I got I got LOVE
What I got I got PRIDE, what I wanna be FREE
Raise your hands in the air if you feel like me

Can you see the pride of the panther
as he glows in splendor and grace?
Toppling obstacles placed
in the way of the progression of his race
Can you see the pride in the panther
as she nurtures her young, all alone?
The seed must grow, regardless
of the fact that it's planted, in stone
Can't you see the pride of the panthers
as they unify, as one?
The flower blooms, with brilliance
and outshines the rays of the sun
Outshines, like the sun
Shines out, like the sun
Shines bright, like the sun
Brings light, like the sun

This song is dedicated to all those who live and die for the struggle
Panthers, children of the Panthers, or all those, who strive for
free minds, free souls, free bodies.. for freedom
And love.. love.. love is the engine to the revolution

Tue, May. 4th, 2004, 08:28 pm
moless2001: THAT'S MY MAN!!

calvin has been making music for a long time now...and i need some help from all my friends on lj here...

calvin currently has 4 songs on acidplanet.com and i want ya'll to help him get to #1. here's the link to his page>>>

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Mon, Mar. 1st, 2004, 09:01 pm
buttsniffa: (no subject)

Welcome to my new community. I hope this will become a place where hip hop fans from around the world can gather and engage in witty, scholarly discussion of hip hop lyrics. Please make yourself at home.