Wednesday,Oct 21 2009, 05:51:34 PMThug Sckolah- Area 51 (Blood Tearz)

GIVE IT UP

 

 

Sit down , keep ya mouth shut, ya charge in ya head, the only thing you showing me large is ya head, ya lyrics dead , blood give it up, before your ass get stuck.

 

My life is like a sitcom, I sit calm when the spliff gone, then I rush like a pit gone nuts, I split guts when I spit, cuts on ya chest, hips bust when I hit sluts, now ya rest, you niggas wasn’t rough enough, rule number one never cuss the stuff, number two never trust a slut, when the heat comes bust the cuffs, babble-on never live to bust ya stuff, p**syhole police I cuss, cuz they wanna bust me, trust me, I’ma bust three when I see you, I see two holes in ya head, the third lead herd you was dead, so it flew the the sarge head instead, two p**syholes dead so left the scene, fled…… man ran cuz the plan dead, hand steady so I stand ready, to bust caps, only trust gats.

 

choro

Shake that ass shorty, there ya go…. I never give a f*** what them haters say yo,

Everybody know Caribbean hydro make ya brain grow, what you saying tho’?

I represent Cayman catch a plane, yo… and bring about 20 grand for the game, bro

I link ya at the beach, and keep it in ya reach

 

You want me to liven up the scene and bust rhymes but to tell you the truth, I’d rater bust nines, f**kas look at me like they wanna cuss mine, criticize all the time, but I still shine…. I split ya mind every time I spit a rhyme, sipping nigh-train wine ‘till I’m drunk, lifting minds with tha skunk, me and my niggas rolling blunts, what you wanna do? You talk shit? What you gonna do? ‘gwan through with that bull s**t, before straight come through with a full clip, bust a hole in ya head make ya levitate, I demonstrate tough flows when I meditate, lyrical heavyweight words, I’m running out, I can picture you with a gun in ya mouth, just playing but don’t hesitate when you see babble-on at the gate, bust shots, if not, you’s a fake nigga.

 

Shake that ass shorty, there ya go…. I never give a f*** what them haters say yo,

Everybody know Caribbean hydro make ya brain grow, what you saying tho’?

I represent Cayman catch a plane, yo… and bring about 20 grand for the game, bro

I link ya at the beach, and keep it in ya reach

 

Sit down , keep ya mouth shut, ya charge in ya head, the only thing you showing me large is ya head, ya lyrics dead , blood give it up, before your ass get stuck. X2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FLESH

 

 

 

I had a fu**ed up year, until I got here to the place of no fear with no trace of a care, down here, it’s hot like hell, gotta swell up the face of an informer if he stare over here, and come near to the stash, pull a second gear , kick his head in his rear, if you wanna be contraire, you might get split, spit hollow tip red blood drop drip, ya life get juck, cuz you owe a debt when you get corrupt, never forget, when you rush a set full of vets, I bet you’ll regret it, when you end up tied up in a net full of sweat, breathing ya last breath, I guess just like the duck, you get f**ked, big dogs bark, a pup is a pup, light up the boom watch the pup get stuck.

 

 

choro

How much flesh did you smoke today, dutch rounds to the chest did you toke today? All the rhymes that I wrote could play, did you count all the pounds that I smoked away? You how much flesh did you smoke today, dutch rounds to the chest did you toke today? Yo neva mind when I’m broke okay, cuz the rhymes that I wrote will spray.

 

To tell you the truth , them other cats talk lightly and like str8, you hatas ain’t gotta like me.  All of my lyrics flow tight ,g , cuz I ain’t like you and you sure ain’t like me, and I don’t take shit lightly, you ain’t man enough to strike me, fight me, victory for you is unlikely, you can’t spit for shit, you sound like a daffy duck flick plus you never heard the sound of a full clip, punk I don’t bullsh*t, blow ya face off if you pull shit, you bust reckon that I wreck ‘em with a weapon, check ‘em with the tek, leave they faggot ass sweating, straight wetting, then leave ya bitch baby boo straight fretting, giving you back the same hate that you getting so contemplate about what you forgetting, before you hate on a vet, and end up getting wet

 

Babble-ons, snitches, tricks, innocent blood shed on an ice pick, it’s sick, this is the time that we in, greed is high, and the cash is thin, it’s ruff, nowadays getting tough, gotta sell a puff cuz they can’t get enough, plus I gotta dodge cuffs, babble-on can wait, pull of the road and pull of the plates, proceed to skate, with green sweet weight, no time to contemplate, don’t hesitate, get it straight, big balls dominate, when they pull up by the gate…. To late , already gone straight, off of their radar with a jar and a bar, riches from war, with two bitches in a car, some where far away, f**k going behind bars today.

 

How much flesh did you smoke today, dutch rounds to the chest did you toke today? All the rhymes that I wrote could play, did you count all the pounds that I smoked away?

 

 

 

 

KEEP IT SHUT

 

(Yo, who that is parked across the way) <already? Somebody trying peep a look at what ya doing, cuz> (ay yo put that down, put it down put it down, son) (aww no, already, nosy-ass people, shit….. yo, let’s go over to the next side where we can’t be seen)

 

I don’t know why you act like my style jaded, these other mutha***in’ rappers over-rated, every word that I spit, the suckas hate it, every bird that I flip, you f***as ate it, if you heard that I quit, it’s a lie, stated by other niggas in this shit who never skated, from a cop on the block, when they invade it, every time getting stopped, when they raid it,

I’m on the top now, f**k what you stated, cuz all the bills I got, you never paid it,

It’s a crooked ass world, pretty but tainted, as I sip from a glass, eyes dilated,

you see me survive, so you wanna fade it, rip me off on a five, tryna’ bait it

Try to blow off a head, got it braided, instead I’ma just sit and lay wait it

A snitch took one f***ing look at the loot, tried to give a jook to the back, show I shoot,

Read a f**king book, maybe you could see the truth, punks get shook but a thug throws roots, get pissed off knock out a fu**ing tooth if I ever see you, at the phone booth, tryna make me fall when I just start to rise, but  snitches get terrorized.

 

Choro

Keep it shut, when you see me over there, Keep it shut, act like you don’t care

Keep it shut don’t try to come near, People snitch ‘cuz their heart’s full of fear

X2

 

Listen here ,when you see me over there, on the street, keep it low cuz you might end up dead meat, true what they say, you sow what you reap, don’t turn a deaf ear when you hear me speak, cuz in the end, you could end up in defeat, trying to judge someone else sends you down six feet, no matter if you like the f**king words or the beat, if you ain’t heard, I’ll repeat, shit ain’t sweet never was, never will, maybe that’s why some people get killed, maybe fat lies maybe true words still, why you try to mash up a poor boys will, why you try to toss away another man life? Looking for a fix , just trying to add strife, watch for them snake keep packing the knife, just in case a hater try to take way ya life, hear what I say, tomorrow or today, maybe if it helps you, roll up a jay, believe in yaself any how any way, ‘till the day when they come with the AK, AK spray but I don’t mean the end, if you ever heard ‘bout the value of a friend, if you every heard ‘bout the evil; of men, use what you know cuz you’ll need it in the end.

 

 

Choro X2

 

PLOTZ

 

Should I complain of these plots? Hate jack rabbits put my brain in a box. Know they tossing lots over thoughts in my head, if you was me would you wish you was dead? ‘nuff said. Eyes red, another pox, past lessons screaming like chalks, wondering about the black box, the day my life fell down, be the same day baby love came around, so is you down for me, ‘cuz these haters want a frown from me, wishing death on my peeps, hater breath leaks, on my dreamland peaks, another cloud, another scheme, worse than them haters in my dreams, hear the bitch screams, tryna make a don look bad, burnt books, mad like a bull on a rag, bout to pull a mag on a fag, (brain-rot, wearing drag)

 

Choro

Believe in yourself, proceed to make wealth, jealous enemies wanna take your health. Always play the hand ya dealt, ‘cuz nobody ever knows what ya felt,

What goes around comes around, everbody jump ship when your funds are down,

Only a fool gets runned around, so keep a tool ready when it comes around

 

Smoke the leaf and inhale, when I close my eyes I see my long-gone peers rose from demise, and entering a new plane, a new existence, a plot to never rot, my incision, demonics hit with precision, infa-beam, took ‘em out, young brains listen, If a thug rot now, would you bust in tears or would you fuss, and flush your fears? Year after year, watch your peers, cuz nowadays they get shot like deer, never fear oppressors, cuz you blessed from the dressers, keep the word and learn from ya lessons, try to earn ya Wesson, just like the wind blow, try to realize what you in for, mix up the cops, fix up the plots and never think you too old to kick the rocks.

 

Choro

 

 

Writing out my wills feels like biting down these pills, ‘bout to boogey up in Cahrleston, found new skills, dirty Beelzebub on my back, dirty people is the trap, hurt your word with a slap, hit a crack head with a book, no need to pack lead, but I gotta clap a crook, you needs to look close, ain’t no need to boast, cuz money is the root, to those I toast, bull-doze the hoax, pull flows till I coax the truth from these haters hatin’ on my troops, Mix a phone booth up with dead skin, always down for those who’s bread thin, and there’s a little bit of red skin, gotta watch the ozone ‘cuz it’s no-man’s zone, ‘cuz Al Capone, played off the throne

 

Choro

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MAKE ‘EM BLEED

 

Most bustas don’t know shit, ain’t never ran with a .44 clique, always lickin’ on Lobo’s dick, hating cuz I don’t know your shit, I don’t really care bout the flow you spit, the dough you get or the ho you hit, bigger the rock, the more you hit, trigger the glock then ya head get split, figure you heard that I said that shit, nigga, the word is you dead that kid, bloody figgas with the lead that spit, the fed that snitch got fed that clip, you can’t step through the fog outside, your game useless like a ball outside, your rap stinks like the dog outside, yo why you think you na on my side? Before that, I ‘d pawn my ride, for a new fence for the lawn outside, and if you see that its calm outside, I’m with the palm full of homicide.

 

Choro

So if you wanna contest, Know that you can’t con west

Can’t take they pressure , commit suicide, ‘cuz I ain’t bout to hide. X2

 

Double glock, seven, eleven shots to heaven is where my thoughts send ‘em, blood veins full of venom, flood rains wet ‘em, drop ‘em to they knees, hot slugs freeze enemies, make ‘em bleed

 

Don’t give a f**k what the rest say, can’t handle the game, just play, yo we don’t play, up in West Bay, never liked your ugly ass anyway, Sckolah, dropped the bomb many say, out for the bucks to make plenty pay, sipping on alize with Hennessey, don’t wanna buy, get the f*** from my way. I ain’t worried but the drum you play, the beats you play, or the shit you say, remember that, when you see the AK, or the 35siete either way, best get down to your knees kid, pray, before you get found and your lid get spray, ran like a bi**h then you hid by the way, act like you never said Lobo gay, when you see me go the other way, your manhood get slapped outta the bay, so be more careful with what you say, this ain’t a game b**ch I don’t play

 

 

So if you wanna contest, Know that you can’t con west

Can’t take they pressure, commit suicide, ‘cuz I ain’t bout to hide. X2

 

Double glock, seven, eleven shots to heaven is where my thoughts send ‘em, blood veins full of venom, flood rains wet ‘em, drop ‘em to they knees, hot slugs freeze enemies, make ‘em bleed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

FALSE WITNESS

 

Pass me the sickle for the grapevine, you laughing like you got tickled, like its playtime, ain’t nothing worse than a bait mind, cuz immaturity comes from a hate mind, yo why you hating mine? Looking around for a hate crime, now it’s no-escape time, lips loose like a nympho, backbite cuz you don’t know what you in for, my bizness, why you inform? You wanna see tears from ya kinfolk? It could be done pretty simple, ya lips bust like a pimple, so stop spreading false info, cause soon you ga get slapped down from ya high horse, act like you studying my course, bi**h types can’t touch me, you ain’t a friend? Don’t trust me, you end up dusty, looking at my girl lustily, fuss and you get bitch slapped, catch up to this rep, twist back your head for the dis that you said, it’s so loud, snitched on by your own cloud, now you need to lay low, cuz we know what you say, so play slow, there ain’t no bustas just a tray-four, so watch what you say bro, get off my name, yo

 

 

Choro

You wanna bear false witness, relentless till you get beat senseless, so go ahead making problems, keep it up , I just might solve ‘em, so watch what you say then, okay then, stay that way then, start praying when I start spraying, duck a stray then, what the f**k you ga say then? I played you like you played me, Fade me? Never! Too clever

 

 

Came up like a nerd, still ain’t never gave much bout a word , f**k what you heard, no fakeness, bust full clips at a snake nest, wishing you could break this, take this up in your mouth, taste good huh? Screwed up like you would huh? Preach to the hood all that they done know, you name one ho, the same one know, there ain’t no ho like a liar, you talk big but your ass on fire, walking big like you the sh*t, but on my street, you don’t say shit, cuz five one don’t play shit, you get swiped up real quick, cuz they tha real clique, West side lynch mob, real sick, and you ga go try faking man secrets, so you ga feel it, when we reveal it, take back our crown, seal it, reel it, got the hook, cayman time mob all about the book, babble-on ga get shook, guess why, they try and test I, shoulda known god bless I, cuz una nose too big, looking over the too big, head like a true pig, too big, and now you gone and did something stupid.

 

 

Choro

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LYFE I LEAD

 

 

To my brothers battling out in the desert

 

They never expect sckolah to be so decisive, lit it up, the chronic mist made me write this, a slight twist, of lemon in my wine, venom in my mind , send ‘em in a line, lemme cut ‘em down, roll ‘em up, watch ‘em fold up ,then we hold up night-train to the head, my niggaz getting red, knotting, red buds popping, drop it in the blunt, lifting minds with the skunk haters better lay back or lay flat, while I relax catching contacts, sipping my cognac, washing my chips in the Laundromat, ready for the sneak attack with the heat in the back, ay yo I laugh at a clown who be down in my thoughts, with plots to take mine, and a plotting snake mind, being a fake is a crime in the streets punishable by an outlay knocking out ya jaw, with a crowbar, melting ya brain like a hot knife, so don’t blame us if you want strife.

 

 

Choro

So what you know about this life I lead?

(Many types making eyes bleed, plenty strife making guys bleed, snitches disguise the deed, easy to fail, easy to daydream about success, while sucking on a pound of cess)

So what you know about this life I lead?

(While sucking on a pound of cess)

 

 

My whole crew is lethal, on the isle with a case of crystale, looking regal, don assassins, passing it on, imagine, relaxing on the beach, with dollars in my palm, forty five on the reach, I could teach but I charge bail if you fail, catch a charge, taking orders from the sarge, living large with a charge, we never stop the clever plots to watch fed up cops, run around, like a bunch of fowls, in this game there’s no fouls you can call, either your score, pass or you drop the ball, and if you drop the ball, you drop and fall,

Bystanders looking ‘round for a cop to call, and you can’t stop the topic of dropping hot sh**, I got something for your tongue if you like to gossip.

 

 

So what you know about this life I lead?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

45 TO BABBLE-ON

 

 

Criticizers, hypo-critics, you bout to hear a lyrical gunshot, we don’t stop dropping hot shit for my people, people as in cousins with no blood but game flowing in the veins.

 

(Game flowing in the veins) (Flowing in the veins)

 

It all started twenty years ago, tears flow from the cheeks of a flower giving birth to the seed of an old-school dealer, from the beginning never there cuz he had other business elsewhere, bringing keys from the other land, the other plan was to sell the land, and steal g’s from the mother of the first-born, cursed to be left alone, broke without a home, still she carried on , put the boy in a pre-school, moved out of west, got a job, moved on from a f***ed up love life, and tried to keep the baby boy, away from the drug life, but the cops came in, took the cash, pops that they blaming, but my soul flaming like the spliff in my mouth, guess I’ma push from the south, place your money next to your mouth.

 

Drop shit, stop shit pop shit , politics don’t follow it, holla quick when you see ‘em, stand, don’t flee ‘em, see ‘em? Don’t be ‘em,

cock back, 45 to the chest, free’ em, free ‘em

cock back, 45 to the chest, free’ em, free ‘em

 

Lay low and lean back, punk, I stay low gripping on the mean mac, pumped, and never quitting ‘till ya sticking in my trunk , chump, so kneel down, hater start praying, cuz I’m about to start sprayin, you ran out of ink ‘cuz your rap stinks, you even made the page blink, ‘cuz your brain a’ shrink, ya ain’t on my level, so turn down the treble, ya messing with a rebel, even the devil getting scared, so he wanna bust me, asked him, “Do you think you can trust me? And after all the hell that I been through, I’ma even stuff your ass in the bin, too. Lying is a sin, too, so I burnt the rules, hell’s like a nightmare, nigga learn the school, I’ma burn the fool that think he better cuz he got a little dough, black up ya face so ya know.

 

Drop shit, stop shit pop shit , politics don’t follow it, holla quick when you see ‘em, stand, don’t flee ‘em, see ‘em? Don’t be ‘em,

cock back, 45 to the chest, free’ em, free ‘em

cock back, 45 to the chest, free’ em, free ‘em

 

 

Criticizers, hypo-critics, you bout to hear a lyrical gunshot, we don’t stop dropping hot shit for my people, people as in cousins with no blood but game flowing in the veins.

 

 

 

 

 

ON A MISSION

 

 

Five one repping, big west, quick to rip through a head or a chest, you need to invest in a vest if you wanna contest, you might leave in a mess, unless you wanna do business, weed-cess relieve stress, best believe this, ‘cuz whatever you conceive, is smaller than this, true the cops rank like a bottle of piss, no f***ing way I ga swallow this, gotta get away, so I can be free another day, the thought of your ass don’t really bother me, cuz I gotta make cash for the holidays, so what you need to do is keep your plans switched off, you boys really wanna see a man pissed off? Try to grab me ‘bout sticking me in a cage, you best can take the 12 gauge…. Uh…

 

 

Choro

On a mission, to open up shop, on the commission, we open up shots, never give a f**k about the cops, roll out the dollar plots, Hating mu******kas feel the need to hate, lemme leave the bait, I proceed to wait, get the deed straight, I ‘ma make g’s today, leave eight m*******kas in a bleeding state.

 

Yo, Thug Sckolah repping BTH, My nigga str8 quick to slap a lead, like dappa nev, we pack a fed full of holes, dash to the club in a bus full of hoes, laughing at you niggas spitting bulla flows, like you ever planned shots, are you sure you ever ran cops? Everyday we got they ass looking dumb when we push bombs on babble-on like George bush, we get it straight, never hesitate selling weight , blood clot, youth, dominate, calm when I skate from the scene , we run the scene, and run a scheme to make a mil, and just chill, while the boys getting chilled, getting killed, better think about the kids and the wife, instead of the stripes ‘cuz we quick to take the life of a babble-onian packing only one gun not the idea, cuz when you think that I’m blind I can see ya, watch gats blaze when you spot a snitch, he can spend his last days in the bottom of a ditch, when they try to pull the switch, tryna stop young ballers getting rich, shot callers getting chips

(Ya’ll ain’t saying shit) never into gossip, f**k ya topic, hold ya tongue, don’t floss it.

 

 

On a mission, to open up shop, on the commission, we open up shots, never give a f**k about the cops, roll out the dollar plots, Hating mu******kas feel the need to hate, lemme leave the bait, I proceed to wait, get the deed straight, I ‘ma make g’s today, leave eight m*******kas in a bleeding state.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THANK YOU

 

 

Sun goes up; Sun goes down, when the lids on my eyes go down... It's going down in my head
time slows down in my bed, nothing but thoughts of you
visions of you in another place, where there's no disgrace or screw face or who said this and that and who didn’t take who's place, can you taste it?
Life, why do we waste it? many times in my life left guessing, stressing, depressing,
getting tested, never interested in a hypocrite, it ain't hard to see, that I’m a victim of jealousy, and while i sip my Hennessey it comes clear
no matter the time, death is always near.... and even though you're not here
your heart helps mine take away all the fear.

Choro
I wanna kiss your momma's hand for given birth to a queen, loving you is like a dream...
I wanna kiss your momma's hand for given birth to a queen, loving you is like a dream...

I wanna thank you, for each and every obstacle you get me through, when all the roads where blocked off you let me through, I would have never gotten this far without you, I never doubt you because you never doubt me, I only wish people knew this about me, the good and the bad sides of this hustler, and I'm so glad that you understand me......

Lost weight cuz I can't eat, out late cuz I can't sleep, can't write cuz I can't think....
always on my mind, I guess they don't make a wine strong enough, that could make me forget all my fears... the tears that you shed soaked pillows in my bed... weeping willows in the back of my mind
take me to another place where we both shine together, dine together, at all the hot spots together,
we can buy fine rocks and leather, we can even laugh at the cops together, find a spot and watch the weather
sunset to sunrise, baby open up your eyes, and witness, the power of a heart that's relentless, and no matter what tries to prevent this, dry your eyes baby girl, god sent this...


I wanna kiss your momma's hand for given birth to a queen, loving you is like a dream...

I wanna kiss your momma's hand for given birth to a queen, loving you is like a dream...

I wanna thank you, for each and every obstacle you get me through, when all the roads where blocked off you let me through, I would have never gotten this far without you, I never doubt you because you never doubt me, I only wish people knew this about me, the good and the bad sides of this hustler, and I'm so glad that you understand me......