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Post by Vallus on Jan 10, 2006 17:38:25 GMT
I'll start the story in a minute if no-one else does
Rules are...no freeposting
Continue the story from the last bar of the person
Above you's verse....
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Post by Vallus on Jan 10, 2006 20:55:36 GMT
Young and wrestless, he never liked his minimum wage
He hit a lick one day, stole a collection of cars and papes
Got locked away, came back with a different face
His game had elevated though and his position had remained
Lookin for the snitches to blame, now he's thinkin of body bags
His people started sellin drugs while he was gone like Gotti's had
Closes his stock on his mag, pulls the hammer back, into his belt
He's goin out from the drug house for a bit
To go find those supposed gentlemen that never helped his bail....
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Post by Etell E. Gence on Jan 11, 2006 22:14:40 GMT
well he hit home ta first ta check out his chick/
came in seen a nigga wit her sucking da hell out his dick/
she knew he was angry so she took off but she fucking slip/
BLAM!! BLAM!!! he let out a clip/
tha otha dude was strip/
pistol whiped/
and then kicked/
couldnt run cause da bastard broken his hip/
gas every where now da guy looked up and then....CLICK.....
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Post by Vallus on Jan 11, 2006 23:28:47 GMT
BOOM.......
Right up in flames the whole fucking house just went
He looks down the sidewalk like he just might spot that bitch
Hell yea, there she is, he runs up and bares his grip
Smashes the back of her head into the cement, her face to the curb
He puts his boot to the back of her head and then decides to take the urge
Brains and served and the jakes are assured that he's a murderer
He doesn't care and takes the road to cali, blowin sum bali
The smokin is violent and he stays coastin n stylin boastin profilin
The po have a photo of him @ the post office showin his wylin.....
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Post by Etell E. Gence on Jan 11, 2006 23:51:54 GMT
aight turned da corner n what does he see/
the p-o-l-i-c-e/
shit dey saw em grabing dey radios immediatly/
FUCK!!! he screams as he throws off his tee/
police chatting screaming "I gotta code:2-1-3"/
leans out da window shots blasting he screams "QUIT FUCKING WITH ME!!!!!!"/
SCREEEECH!!!! BOOM!!! car blew ta bits how?!? dat is a mystery/
all he thinking about is his car and why he had ta fuck up a Z.....
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Post by Vallus on Jan 11, 2006 23:58:57 GMT
It's too late for it now so fuck the Z, he bucks at the police
They jump behind their cars, glass shattering n debris
They blast back @ his piece, one rips a bloody rag from his jeans
He got clipped in the leg so he's turns n starts dippin instead
Grippin his lead, he bucks backwards @ them givin him the stretch
He makes it to the hotel where the ho's n sales r then lays in his bed
Bleedin profusly from his leg it's all over the bed and fuck is it wet
He ties a shirt around it & by then he hears the chopper
Police pull up the the parking lot, tryin to spot fer
A snipin shot, then they can make sure the guy is dropped
He's on top of things and he fires a shot and watches the sirens n cops
The slug hits a cop in the head and the replyin starts
They fire sum shots and he dives behind a cot and dumps back, aimin blindly on
Anything he think he can hit from so far back behind the spot....
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Post by Etell E. Gence on Jan 12, 2006 0:17:45 GMT
he looks ta his right and spots a guy who lost it/
he grabs tha mothafucka by da arms and took em as his hostage/
then he screams "NOBODY DO SHIT OR I SWEAR I'LL POP IT"/
da guy says "i got a wife named Sara and a son named Nick"
he yanks em a bit/
and says "DID I SAY TALK BITCH!?!"
da guy says "heres my son check out his pic.../
fustrated he pulled da trigger and him and tha guy heard...CLICK!!/
P.S. da guys thinking i ran outta ammo but this story is sick!!! : )
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Post by Vallus on Jan 12, 2006 0:41:34 GMT
After the click, he pulled again and it dumped damagin
No more shots where fired & they looked
He was gone from sight, he had just fuckin vanished n
Now they have a nationwide search, in the newspaper & routes
Tryin to get sumone to light up with intel
Just like if you look @ the sky the moon illuminates the clouds
He's chillin @ a dope house with some gauges out,
Countin his money preparin for a fast escape
He's sittin havin visions of badges in flashbacks, thats when he hears some breaks
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Post by Etell E. Gence on Jan 12, 2006 1:27:27 GMT
oh shit he thought as he pulled out his mac n gat/
found da intruder smacking sum snacks/
"Dont move" he said "Or ya fucking face will colapse"/
da guy turned around and it was dat nigga Matt A.K.A. Prehaps/
"Oh shit man you allmost gave me an ashtma attack"/
then Prehaps laughted and said "Your lucky I was actaually straped/
2 seconds later BLAM!!! he caught a bullet trap in his back....
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Post by Vallus on Jan 12, 2006 1:35:07 GMT
Prehaps fellback yet the guy stood well intact
He busted out some more metal from the mac n the gat
The lead hit the faggots head & his head collapsed, dead in his tracks
Another predator was steppin from behind a stack of cinder blocks dressed in black
He addressed the fact and wet the mask with his weapons clasped hittin his ass
He then drifted back upstairs to his spliff n his stack of cash, put them both inna bag
Dipped out the back into a llac, endo was lit and he started sittin back
His friend had saved his ass by pickin him up from the criminals and badge
I mean badges, now they breezin past him but not seein thru the blackness
Of the the tint on the window and he hits on the endo plottin to the tempo
of a dope ass alchemist instrumental, his plot his finally wrought of riddles
he's gonna cop a ticket for a plane, dip to spain, never be scene again
he tells this to his mayne, but this in due was vain becuz during the whole way
He never knew that his fucking friend that had picked him up was a jake.....
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Post by Etell E. Gence on Jan 13, 2006 1:22:48 GMT
he turned up da music n just vibe wit da song/
hit a hard bump and he heard something similar to a gong/
look down n seen a 5-0 badge next to a thong/ (dont ask)
stoped da car and before he could say shit/
da jake opened da door and took off real quick/
he hoped outta da car n took outta clip/
after a few shots da jake felt his shoulder blade rip/
he (da guy) got in da car n went to da bitch.....
we need a name for the main character i was thinking Tommy like da guy in GTA cause dey both live simillar lives
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Post by Vallus on Jan 14, 2006 0:20:14 GMT
tommy got sum bomb ass head from the bitch, she licks off his dick
he reloads the clip spent on the pig and relights his spliff
get's high on the piff ridin the strip until the time has been spent
the door opens and he puts his boot to the eye of the chick
she falls to her thighs on cement, he closes the door and takes off
a police on a motorcycle sees him speedin, pulls up behind with his lights on
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Post by Vallus on Jan 14, 2006 4:39:18 GMT
He slows for the po, pulls over on the side of the road
They come up to the side of his window and reply in a tone
He knows will lead to some shit, he wields the grip
Shoots his eye thru the back of his headthen peels the whip
He slides out on the squirmin cop, time to search for a spot
Chill & smoke a spliff fore a minute and tryin work onna plot
Wut the hell is Tommy to do, he's got a tommy & a deuce
Coupla blocks of yay with a Cutlass n a bitch inside wantin to screw
He wonders how the fuck the bitch got there, time for abuse
He jumps off the stoop, drags her out by her hair and down offa her shoes
Kicks her in the back of the head, could'be been passive, drastic instead
Smashed in her head, he turns around and runs back to the whip
Time to bounce outta here, the scene gonna be hot inna sec
He been by himself a minute cuz noone wantin to continue his quest....
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