NINO-G:

***Yeeeaaah...We got some of GS's FINEST on this joint right here...I wanna let yall know sumthin'...It's about to get SERIOUSLY ILL...EAST COAST, WEST COAST, MIDWEST, DIRTY SOUTH...WE IN HERE!!! Young ~Poetic~...Unpredictable Nature...my nigga B. Rose...Miss Gotti aka Prettysugar10, BK's beast Styles C...and yours truly...Nino-fuckin'-G!!! Yo, Poetic...REP YA MUTHAFUCKIN' HOOD! LET'S GO!!!!!!!!!!!***

*Poetic...left....Lioness Arrived*
Hello
i said Hello
Is this thing On
Let me spit my piece
Let me spit my poem



Chi city
chi city
It lives through me



gritty streets
Crack and dope fiends on the the corner
yeah we may have some weak spots but our city
gettin stronga



These icy winters are lasting longer
Young souls are stole daily



But for every soul lost we recieve a baby
Another chance for chi city to rise to the top and reach its peak



Dreams soaring higha than the sears tower
Yea we a big city to bitchass haters turn to cowards



We produce nothing but quality
from our 5 and 3 lane streets



From the the red light distict to
To the office of Mayor Daley



All the ppl from here stay makin hits
Kanye, Kels, and Common
just to show so proof



While you in my city takin the sites
Get a taste of the crazy night life
Kno where you at and who you wit
Cause in Chi city somebodi will jack you
for yo shit lol



Don't forget to stare out at the lake....
Its here that alot of ppl see fate
And drive that blows thru the wind
of my city........ stays year around from the....



Icy winters
Scolding hot summers
Rainy springs
And cool autumn days



In the winds of my city
voices speak to me



Don't give up
Take us to the
Top



I got chi city on the shoulders
I hold my city up even tho
the streets gettin
colder



Lioness


!#*(Unpredictable Nature)*#!

I'm from a city where
Many don't believe blood is shed
Traveling down I-45 south
Houston, Texas is where I lay my head
The city where the grammar is very lazy
And polluted skies keep the city's skyline hazy

Metaphors are used to describe the intense heat
And every muthafucka in my city walks to their own beat
The city tha'll never see a superbowl ring
And every nigga lives check to check so we ain't got time to flash bling
Children come in stair-steps

Secrets are kept
The souls of legendary spirits are forever swept under the Astrodome's rug
And in every school, you can find you favorite drug
Where wanna-be thugs get there start
And women pop more than nigga cuz they got more heart

Where beef is non-existent
But fuck up and step wrong and watch you 1st born's neck get twisted
Where funerals are held as celebrations
And
Even though we send them to school

Some" children's education is STILL experiencing form of segregation
Where codeine filled cough syrup is our drink of choice
And when shit goes down, we all on Sheila Jackson Lee to be our voice
Where niggas don't waste energy (talking) when it comes to plexin

Cuz we'll fight every member of yo muthafuckin family down here in 5thWard, Texas!


***[[B. Rose]]***

My city
So Gritty
Knows no bounds.
A place where you rarely see the color blue around.
Yeah them nigga throw they flags up.
At the rose bowl parading guns like a gat circus.
But aint no clowns around.
And if they approach
They gonna have more than a red smile.
Hood rats, gold diggers, flips, broke niggas.
Are all over the place like an epidemic.
Plus alot more
cause at selected liquor stores.
Bloods got it locked
Asking where you from folk.
Give the wrong reply
That could be ya last response.
Most that use common sense
Know thats not what they want.

Police
Aggressive
Selling is an
Action.
Developed
Early,
Ninas get
Active.

Troubled children with no father figure.
Just a messed up mom with various addictions.
Some kids allow that to be a learning experince.
To do that exact opposite of whats caught by they vision.
While other take the dangerous route.
Affiliate themselves with a gang and strive to go to prison.
Its more advisaries then alliances.
That because some times you can't trust who allied with.
Even with these negatives factors
I still reppin where im bred.
The city molded me
Made me who I am.
A G
A Lyricist
And A ladies man.
And wherever I step foot
Thats exactly who I am.
Im a street poet, I can never go hollywood.
And never change up
Thank my hood.

  B. Rose:

$#!-Styles C-!#$



You see



I Brooklyn Breathe

With Brooklyn Schemes

Play cards with

Brooklyn up my sleeve

The Brooklyn Breeze

Cools these Brooklyn streets

We blow Brooklyn trees

Youd swear theres a Brooklyn in the West Indies



We break Brooklyn laws

Smash Brooklyn draws

Entrance more than Brooklyn

With Brooklyn talk



Im a Brooklyn resident
The L train to Brooklyn
Makes it evident
I drop Brooklyn jewels
While mining
NOT minding my own
With that Brooklyn wit
I call Brooklyn my Home



I send hollows through you
Insane lines
Trapped in Bellevue
Pistol packing kids
For that hammer action


using



Bad broads for distraction
Spitting Brooklyn venom
Him Thinking he gonna cum all in em
That duct tape binds
Blinding visual contradictions
All fiction


Listen

Hmmmmmm

Hood hymns



Birth in Brooklyn

A
CHRIS STYLES Vision





+={Prettysugar 10}=+



Im from a city where the best stories or told on the porch
Road rage will have ya N a hearst
Niggas still stuck on the block with scopes
Popos patrol da poor while leaving the rich alone
Section 8 housing, and food stamps are considered credit cards
Big mamas sportin gold teeth
Cooks some of the best soul food youll ever eat
Basketball getting played with soccer balls
Snickers hanging from telephone wires



Bay bay kids playin way after the streetlights come on
Barbeque cookouts with short shorts and mini shirts
Niggas chest boxing while its 100 degrees
Good laughs after smoking afghan weed
Baby mamas beefing until the child support checks comes through
Country but city
Pit bull fights every Saturday after 7-11 on the dice
I-35 to 45
Is how I ride



******************************************************




Educated wit hood sense
Project raised
Murder witness
Never snitch
Block bleeder who will never forget where she came from


D-Town Bitch. A.K.A Dallas, Texas




*-+-(Nino-G)-+-*

*Uh-oh...Ay, UN, Pretty...guess I gotta put down some more Southern Hospitality for 'em. You already know what is...Whaddup, Fam...let's GO!!*

A-R-K-A-N-S-A-S
Is how you spell it, I'm from D-Town.
The Natural State, it's crazy how we get down.
A country boy at heart, but recognize...I'm still ill.
We display diamonds and
Nothin' but real gangstas, strapped and ready to kill.
And I'm "Forreal"...but you can call me Nino.
I got swagger like nobody's ever seen, yo.



Homiez be smokin' on the sticky green, pullin' out the Black Gin.
Fried chicken mixed with cornbread and potato skins.
Kool-aid all day, it don't matter what kind...
And give the kids a lil bit of Star Pops to pass the time.



'Round here, we don't ever fear another man, shook
If the only difference between us is the way that we look.
If they bleed like I bleed, stand when they take a piss...

Then there is no reason in me for fear to exist.

'96 Impala's on 30 inches like it's classics season
Down here, stuntin' is a habit...I ain't gotta give a Reason.
Posted at the corner store buyin' Black's for my niggaz.
There's no place like home, you've heard it...go figure.



Cotton fields to the Ozark Mountains, homie
We got 'em all.
We ball through the suburbs all through the Spring
And the Fall.
Can't forget about the Pic-Nic-Ker parking lot,
The #1 WestSide hangout spot.



Dumas, my safe haven...now made into a fuckin' tabloid.
Built to expose the "fakes" and whatever else haters wanna take.



But

Nino-G is mos def the adequate person
To deliver these completely adequate verses.

So peace up, A-R-K down...
I ain't goin' nowhere soon, so expect me to stick around.
Because in the midst of all the anger and hate...

Nino's still gonna make it precipitate.

You know, make it rain...well, more like thunderstorm.
I spit my shit raw, even it's outta my norm.

I got more chicks to pull, more blocks to make in the Whip.

More cash to burn at home, more of my mom's Lemonade to sip.

It's da Dirty South, who knows more about that?
It's nothing for me to come like 7 and bring 11 back.
And it's crazy the way I bring some classics back,




As if GhettoSoul had room for 8-tracks....haha...



Or vinyl records, I'll spin 'em like Kid Capri.

I'm on my shit, there's gonna be no more like me.

No challengers rise up, I guess I'm still battlin' myself.
Oh yeah...

Nino-G's not back...I never left.

*East Coast, West Coast, Midwest, Dirty South...they didn't know we were gon' pull somethin' like this...HAHAAA...guess this goes down as another classic. One Love, Yall...PEACE!*