So i guess that wack corny Skillz Rap Up shyt is finally dead
- Thread starter Hammer
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"Lance Armstrong took that chance all on his own. Then them people told him "you can take your ball and go home."
Double.
jilla82
Veteran
I didnt know he was still doing it...
...I probably havent heard it since 2006.
...I probably havent heard it since 2006.
UltimateSource
Banned
Skillz is a good dude... even in his heyday everybody in Richmond would see him all around the city even if he didnt know you he would speak and show you the utmost respect.
NOTHING like you fakkit nikkas who spend all day blogging/gossiping/talking shyt about people you dont know like 7th grade teenage white bytches.
NOTHING like you fakkit nikkas who spend all day blogging/gossiping/talking shyt about people you dont know like 7th grade teenage white bytches.
Newark88
Superstar
Your referring to the Dynamite Soul remix
YES!!! That's it. Thanks bro
"And get a compass and come past my location
Cause my crew we roll mad deep like Haitians
On some no fair shyt, singe your nose hair shyt
Nowadays nikkas be teasing mics like fukking clits"
That was my shyt!
malbaker86
Gators
true
THATS WHY EVERY SONG SOUNDED LIKE DRAKE FEATURING DRAKE 
Some of yall ain't ever really heard Skillz spit (obviously)...
http://www.datpiff.com/pop-mixtape-player.php?id=m1ca61ff&tid=28
Skillz - Fatty Girl Freestyle Lyrics
Fu*kin' with skillz, you gon' meet ya doom
Nig*a I spit fire that make dragons wanna leave the room
I put VA on the map, open the south
When I spit, bit*hes open up they legs or they mouth
And ya man won his battles, but I aint let him
I dont know who can see me, cuz I aint met 'em
Man these cats aint thugs they fools
I take ya bandana, wet it, pop you with it like we did at the pool
When I start smackin' nig*as they gonna see who rule
Cats callin' Rawkus up like "I thought he was cool!"
Yall reefer seeds, I'm a block of raw
And when I spit the words, they lock the jaw
And I plan to win, when I bomb the sound
So a if thats ya mans and them, calm 'em down
I warned you clown, I'm heatin' up in degrees
I have you singin' bout fallin' like Alica Keys
Man these fu*kers ain't ballers, they scrubs
First muh'fu*ker tried to sneak a slurpie in the club
Ya not "supa", we aint close to friends
And I throw away dubs like broke the rims
Ya'll gotta be twins, you look as broke as him
When I get in the game, expect a broken rim
I'm a shot caller, with no excuse to brawl
Got well known rappers wishin' they could shoot ball
You at ya mans house, bald with shoes
I'm on some rims that go backward when the car dont move
Bit*h at the light, I thought I stopped her heart
She saw the wheels, got scared threw her car in park
I'm the type that has Vets seein' me as a threat
You the type to tuck the coogie down in ya sweats
P.diddy run the city, that's his claim to fame?
If he moved to VA, he'd change his name
I dont like rappers, stay out of my sight
If I give you dap, you better use that hand to write
Yo the words I spit, could charge ya whip
I let ya'll talk slick, but that's as far's its gets
You ain't gotta gun, you ain't gone blast the 8
You a punk, you got ya hype man ass in ya face
Ask around, I'm a basket case
I got words that make a nig*a in a casket shake
What the hell you gonna tell me kid
I hit ya chick in ya crib, like I was Kelly and you was Mr. Biggs
Pull off and bust on her back
Tell ya ass yo, goto the studio and rap about that
Nig*as talk how they flow so well
But they hooks be garbage, guess what you aint gon' sell
I'm east but I'm slightly south
Nig*a I got Jordans that'll make Mike cuss Nike out
But when I'm jig, you got to feel me
The gators so live the crocodile hunter tried to kill me
I told him, "Stevey dont even try it."
Slapped him with the pistol and said "be very quiet"
I aint got time for yall
Two way me with letters dog, cuz i aint got time to call
If you drop on my Tuesday, you wont win
Put a chip in ya phone, call a million of ya friends
Tell 'em to cop it again, make sure its in the mall
Play Russian roulette until ya manager call
Belive me dog, cuz I'm real
You built to spit but you aint built to spit with Skillz
I'm the best that ever did it cuz
I aint gotta get Nate on a hook to give westcoast love
I strut through any hood
I was fu*kin' in Miami, yall was down there duckin' Suge
So tell me whats good, what ya life be bout
Suge got you shook, fu*k you doin' shoutin' him out?
You aint down, start slidin' nig*a
I already gave you pound, STOP D*CK RIDIN' NIG*A
You a grown man you need to stop it
Skillz represent, buy the album when I drop it
http://www.datpiff.com/pop-mixtape-player.php?id=m1ca61ff&tid=28
Skillz - Fatty Girl Freestyle Lyrics
Fu*kin' with skillz, you gon' meet ya doom
Nig*a I spit fire that make dragons wanna leave the room
I put VA on the map, open the south
When I spit, bit*hes open up they legs or they mouth
And ya man won his battles, but I aint let him
I dont know who can see me, cuz I aint met 'em
Man these cats aint thugs they fools
I take ya bandana, wet it, pop you with it like we did at the pool
When I start smackin' nig*as they gonna see who rule
Cats callin' Rawkus up like "I thought he was cool!"
Yall reefer seeds, I'm a block of raw
And when I spit the words, they lock the jaw
And I plan to win, when I bomb the sound
So a if thats ya mans and them, calm 'em down
I warned you clown, I'm heatin' up in degrees
I have you singin' bout fallin' like Alica Keys
Man these fu*kers ain't ballers, they scrubs
First muh'fu*ker tried to sneak a slurpie in the club
Ya not "supa", we aint close to friends
And I throw away dubs like broke the rims
Ya'll gotta be twins, you look as broke as him
When I get in the game, expect a broken rim
I'm a shot caller, with no excuse to brawl
Got well known rappers wishin' they could shoot ball
You at ya mans house, bald with shoes
I'm on some rims that go backward when the car dont move
Bit*h at the light, I thought I stopped her heart
She saw the wheels, got scared threw her car in park
I'm the type that has Vets seein' me as a threat
You the type to tuck the coogie down in ya sweats
P.diddy run the city, that's his claim to fame?
If he moved to VA, he'd change his name
I dont like rappers, stay out of my sight
If I give you dap, you better use that hand to write
Yo the words I spit, could charge ya whip
I let ya'll talk slick, but that's as far's its gets
You ain't gotta gun, you ain't gone blast the 8
You a punk, you got ya hype man ass in ya face
Ask around, I'm a basket case
I got words that make a nig*a in a casket shake
What the hell you gonna tell me kid
I hit ya chick in ya crib, like I was Kelly and you was Mr. Biggs
Pull off and bust on her back
Tell ya ass yo, goto the studio and rap about that
Nig*as talk how they flow so well
But they hooks be garbage, guess what you aint gon' sell
I'm east but I'm slightly south
Nig*a I got Jordans that'll make Mike cuss Nike out
But when I'm jig, you got to feel me
The gators so live the crocodile hunter tried to kill me
I told him, "Stevey dont even try it."
Slapped him with the pistol and said "be very quiet"
I aint got time for yall
Two way me with letters dog, cuz i aint got time to call
If you drop on my Tuesday, you wont win
Put a chip in ya phone, call a million of ya friends
Tell 'em to cop it again, make sure its in the mall
Play Russian roulette until ya manager call
Belive me dog, cuz I'm real
You built to spit but you aint built to spit with Skillz
I'm the best that ever did it cuz
I aint gotta get Nate on a hook to give westcoast love
I strut through any hood
I was fu*kin' in Miami, yall was down there duckin' Suge
So tell me whats good, what ya life be bout
Suge got you shook, fu*k you doin' shoutin' him out?
You aint down, start slidin' nig*a
I already gave you pound, STOP D*CK RIDIN' NIG*A
You a grown man you need to stop it
Skillz represent, buy the album when I drop it
