FIRE verses

[Gyangsta 4 Life]

Half-A-Mill spending g-notes, sailing in sea-boats
Taking deep tokes, sipping gin, blowing out weed-smoke
The riches got me lounging, sending product out of town and
The streets'll have a nigga doing life up in the mountains
Lawyers and accountants, cash flowing from the fountains
Accumulation, dollars amounting, bitches surrounding
It's astounding, respected, Half-A-Mill thug protected
Some say I'm drug connected, their murders were unexpected
But it happened, my crew is gun-clappin' shady yappin'
Son was up north scrapping, feds tapping, half us rappin'
Built in Brooklyn, put on the map and, holds the most designer fashion
Physical attraction, I'm the man behind the cash and
Fiasco type action niggas askin' about Half-A-Million that real and
I'm blowing up spots, like whoever it is blew the Fed building
The cause of dead children, villains is illin' man it's real Armageddon
I'm sending bloodshed and keep my steel to blow your head in
Maniac maneuver puffing Buddha smooth set in
If thirty niggas want it, thirty niggas I be wettin'
Half-A-Mill keeps it real son, don't be forgettin'

^I definitely fucked up some of those lyrics.

[TheBigSleep]

I think this might be slightly closer, although I'm not sure about the end of the ninth bar:

Half-A-Mill spendin' g-notes, sailin' in sea boats,
takin' deep tokes, sippin' gin, blowin' out weed smoke.
The riches got me loungin', sendin' product out of town and,
the streets'll have a nigga doin' life up in the mountains.
Lawyers and accountants, cash flowin' from the fountains,
accumulation, dollars amountin', bitches surroundin'.
It's astoundin', respected, Half-A-Mill thug protected.
Some say I'm drug connected, their murders were unexpected.
But it happens, my crew is gun clappin', chain yappin',
son was up north scrappin', feds tappin', half us rappin'.
Puttin' Brooklyn on the map an', hoes and clothes, designer fashion.
Physical attraction, I'm the man behind the cash and,
fiasco type action, niggas askin', about Half-A-Million that real and,
I'm blowing up spots, like whoever it is blew the fed building.
The cause of dead children, villains is illin' man, it's real Armageddon.
I'm sending bloodshed, and keep my steel to blow your head in.
Maniac maneuver, puffin' Buddha, smooth settin'.
If thirty niggas want it, thirty niggas I be wettin'.
Half-A-Mill keeps it real son, don't be forgettin'.

[Gyangsta 4 Life]

[GUCCI CONDOMS]

Has anyone ever seen the half a mil documentary? I've read great things about it but unfortunately have never come across it.

[Career Over Like Mike(NJJ)]

2nd verse here

"I was against all odds fresh out the womb
My only hope was to soak game so I consume
My n*ggas chilled and parlayed, I learned the hard way
Scuffed and ruffed up, the game done scarred Dre
Back in the days all I knew was the 'hood and rocks
Lookin' for fonk and headin' straight for a wooden box
Sprung on the quick cash and gettin' a grip fast
Never really trippin' on how long would shit last
Earnin' my ghetto stripes in scraps and ghetto fights
Fuckin' with 'hoodrats, them tramps and ghetto types
Never givin' a fuck, nah, not even sometimes
Just havin' a fun time, runnin' from one time
Trippin' and not even peepin' the shit
Slippin' and steady gettin' deep in the shit
I let the game control me, it shape and mold me
Then it treated me coldly, it pimped and hoed me
I was sellin' the crack but not stackin' a damn thing
And now that I look back, man, it's a damn shame
Couldn't recognise there was game to peep
Dank had me gone and my brain asleep
I finally woke up in the federal penn'
Broke than a muhf*cka, beggin' for ends
I was a midget, a small digit, forgotten
Game was stale, my name was rotten
Had life by the ass, my shit was twisted
I thought about the 'hood and how much I missed it
But the life I was livin' wasn't really shit
I was clockin' them ends but wasn't stackin' a grip
They had the world thinkin' I was runnin' in vaults
I reassessed my thoughts, improved my faults
And for the next 4 years I kicked and waited
Becomin' top notch while incarcerated
But that's the way it goes, you pay the price
When you're deep in the game and you're livin' that life"

Mac Dre - Livin' That Life (1997)

[TheBigSleep]

Something released this year:

Kemba – Greed [First Verse, Track Eight Off Negus]

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My only fear is to die poor, I've already seen an eyeful.
How much really is a life worth? Drop a penny off the Eiffel.
Push them Baptist Pentecostal. Scriptures written out the Bible.
Preacher reachin', where the times go? Passed the tweetin' from an iPhone six,
practice faintin' from a high foam pit, little children holdin' high hopes.
Niggas stumbled on the fountain of youth, turned around and bought a Sprite though.
Got to matchin' up the typo, niggas bangin' with the five-oh,
niggas hangin' from a high rope, niggas pray for vitiligo. Aw man!
Even Fresh Prince gettin' old now, where the time go?
My my, P.D. drive by, I better lie low.
Born with a man-made disease God couldn't diagnose.
Fat lady singin' in the nursery room, I've been dyin' slow.
They sayin' maybe it's all in your mind, maybe it's all in your mind.
You on the way to get yours, and now you're all into mine.
I call it a glitch in the matrix, a flaw in design.
When the laws of the land and the laws of man intertwine.

[fatboybrandon]

3rd verse from "Fire" by eLZhi

I am hot shit, a stand-up nigga, I do not sit
SWAT's hitting alerted, they heard I got the spot lit
Think deep, how deep? Deeper than a plot get
In a novel, with a pen, I tend to boggle
Now feel the kiss of death when you spin the bottle
Don't have to send a hollow tip with others in the clip to follow
The man with the pen is illing when he's into spilling again, been as healing as penicillin
If your body can suck and inhale
And blow out, then no doubt, probably not fucking with eL
In this genre, full of politics, chicks, and ganja
Find the one who signed ya, and murk him in his recliner
My words could kill a man much more than a kilogram
Of coke, once spoke, shit can hit the ceiling fan
Cause in the booth I hear the siren calls
When I inflame off four entire walls with fireballs

[artMajor]

Can I fuck this thread up and add an odd future verse? I've been rapping this since it came out and still mess the breathing up.

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No Idols: Gamebreaker
[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]
Fuck it two tears in a bucket
Cause these fuckers could never touch us
In the midst of the calm we bringin' ruckus
Bitch, it's nothing, end of discussion
I will be double clutching, leave a chunk
Looking slump, give a punk a fucking concussion
Why you frontin' speakin' nothin' like a bad preacher
Rollin' mad tree while you camping over your last reefer
Catch me backseat, email-declining your rap features
Keep your beat and get your track ethered
Nigga careful what you rappin' for
I'm gunnin' at these rappers throats
I'm spittin' raw, I'mma kill'em all but I be laughin' though
Ashin' in a champagne glass cause I'm irrational
I'm showing ass, shorty's gettin' gassed at all the cash I blow
Again I'm passin' go laugh in a time of fashion
This rapper shit is my passion, no actin' I make it happen
Look back at your wack reaction
Give me racks, 'bout to cash' em
The stacks, you can't imagine
Spark it and get a flash pass it

[Gyangsta 4 Life]

Link the audio too na boy.

Good shit tho.

[Employee]

Last verse by Eligh:

[Escobar305]

future 1st verse:



Bought a Phantom cause I always wanted one
Made a film with them bitches, ain’t no one-on-one
Got this watch, and this watch like a one of one
All my niggas millionaires it ain’t just one
Have a few chains on, I don’t have but one
Bought a few houses and I never sleep at one
And I can have ten cars and I wouldn’t drive one
And when you make it from the bottom you the chosen one

Turn up!
Rich nigga since birth, Louis V chinchilla
Bought a brand new Rover, drive it like a 4 wheeler
Solid gold: AP, flooded out with them crystals
Shinning just like molly, I woke up in a new bugatti
Free lil Kirk Wood, Young Gotti, free my nigga White Boy too
I whipped up a two and a baby and I spent that on Jimmy Choo
You got goons around you nigga, I keep shooters around me fool
Im a young rich nigga from the bottom I came up and I can’t lose