Clerk Presents:

[Clerk]

Imma show you who the drillers is
Why you drill rappin' you ain't from here
Tired of niggas tryna be like us tryna drill rap you can't come here
Deep shit with hollow tips and a drum on it we tote those
Fake gangster tryna drill rap
Imma call 'em thug, we expose those
That don't mean you a drill rapper cause you
Got a 30 shot with a beam
These days niggas characters finna shoot a movie put 'em in a scene
You diss all the niggas from here
Real talk, they ain't on shit
Nigga tryna get street credit
You real G's catch 'em get the whole clip
Imma show you how to drill time
My brothers slide when it's kill time
Gotta meet the plug in a couple hours
Gonna Catch a body just to kill time
Pockets fat but I still grind
Bitch give me brain she got good mind
Everybody know 11/9 Posted up on parole and he still slide
I be ridin' in the foreign whips
Couple loose screws and a pipe tucked
Where you from, never heard of you
I ain't know they had killing out there
On the 9 we be out there
Posted with the guys, I be out there
Big poles, yeah they out here
We be slidin' past yeah we out there
Everybody wanna gangbang, wanna be cool tryna gangbang
Bitch up when that thang flame, in a foreign thang with yo main thang
Two seater blowin' propane
In a foreign whip, color cocaine
Bad bitch do cocaine
We don't fuck with 12, they don't know thangs
When I ride, I ride lowkey
Never let a nigga hold me
Never let a nigga pole me
Never talk to the police
This shit ain't no game
And this shit ain't no joke
Don't rap about it if you don't be around it
You gon' fuck around and get smoked...

[Sixx]

Now you're stealing from "rappers" with the gayest fucking names.

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[Shisen Kopf]

Lol rap

[Clerk]

Fuck owenbrown, man. We don't use no fake shit. He gon' need Jesus when I'm done with him. Boy yo ass not from here, stop actin like it.

[Hook]
My niggas ain't for nun they'll heat a nigga, catch owenbrown straight delete the nigga, you ain't a drill rapper stick to Justin Beiber nigga, fake ass slim shady who the fuck you killing nigga, Fuck owenbrown nigga, fuck owenbrown nigga, fuck owenbrown nigga, fuck owenbrown nigga, You ain't a drill rapper stick to Justin Beiber nigga, fake ass slim shady who the fuck you killing nigga,

Boy stop flexin' who the fuck you drilling nigga you ain't about that life you softer than a pillow nigga, pull up on ya and send shots and watcha hit it nigga try to squash beef? Nah I ain't wit it nigga. Talking to the cops you a motherfuckin pick nigga you a bitch boy where to motherfuckin wick nigga, and bitch I'm from the Chi where its motherfuckin sick nigga and bitch you from the Bir where you safe where you live nigga. Boy quit frontin' ya move ya not about it, you flexin' like you got it we'll make you come about it, pull up on yo block in that audi n yall gon' run cuz....ya squad not about it. My niggas ain't with the talkin' they'll put you in a coffin' my niggas ll take ya chain so I advise you stop flossin' and they'll wear yo shit out like they went n bought it, so stop all the talkin' before we get to sparkin'. You shoulda learned from lil schmurda shoulda learned from lil schmurda boy make me catch a murder don't make me catch a murder.


[Hook]

[Simple Fan]

No lie I'd like to see owen respond with a Clerk diss. Come on owen let's hear those sick rhymes.

[owenbrown]

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[DAMN iNATOR]

owen spittin' hot truth on Clerk.

[owenbrown]

now if only I could log in as him :shifty:

[owenbrown]

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[Bad News Gertner]

Owen, does your mom wanna come over again tonight

[DAMN iNATOR]

now if only I could log in as him :shifty:

I bet the password is "GUAC". :shifty:

[DAMN iNATOR]

Lol rap

RAP IS CRAP!

[Clerk]

Gunshots by the bus stop goto school with the tool in the lunch box slum rock 6 foot no jumpshot niggas die young comin where I'm from. Man it's hot up in the 309 so you gotta keep a 9' youngins got stripes fuck Adidas signs but I'm tryna find the peace of mind blowin loud thinkin' bout the niggas I had to leave behind. My uncle in jail nigga (yea his ass gone) over 10 in a cell nigga (send his ass home) Rest in peace my niggas dead hope I see them boys again yea that's 7 or hell nigga. Grippin' on the chrome, 1 finger by the crime sellin dimes times hard so my momma got another job. Bill due so I told the plug I need 2 need food then the mothafucka Gettin robbed. Went from roaches in the kitchen paper plates wasn't dishes ramen noodles that's all that I ate nigga, other shit was too expensive knew I had to make a difference so I prayed now it's God for a wait nigga. And he told me make music grind hard stay to it make me wanna sing like Drake to it. Mmm just playin but I'm plottin on a mili like I can't do it, nigga whatever it takes so it, if you gotta rob a bank with a mask or a cape do it. Puttin money in the safe but I'm thinkin bout the day that my family in a place wit a gate to it. So it's safe for my brother to play in the street and not have to worry about gangs or straight bullets. Cuz in the 9 niggas dieng all the time try to cross me like a finish line. Man AK in the 8th grade same niggas in the gang ain't shit change but I'm tryna get some money on the come up with my brothers n if you play wit em then it's bang, bang, BANG! And I ain't one to rap boy, 15 with the dreams of a jack boy, and nigga I ain't never snitch but you can call me a rat cuz if there's cheese in ya trap imma snap boy. Why'd they have to take me, by I know you ain't gone you just moved to a safe place. More money more problems so they shot him so before I touch a MiL imma say grace. Dear father imma sinner (Yes Lord!) please forgive me cuz I swear imma kill em. You can sort em out when I sin em had a dream to be a center because Kareem was my nigga, but I ain't have a sky hook but my punchlines land like a right hook, so I stopped shootin bricks n started movin' zips grams for the 15 I got a nice cook. And if you want a feature you better come up with the cheddar for the 15 you could get a nice hook, berreta underneath the sweater tryin setup imma wetup for the 15 you'll getcha like took.

[Clerk]

[Hook]
They tote macs in my city
Get polled if you holdin them racks in my city
You get clapped in my city
You hoop or you rap or you trap in my city
So don't lack in my city
Where shorty's tote thirties, they strapped in my city
You get wacked in my city
Make bands off of rap give it back to my city


Ain't no tucking no chains
They tucking them things they up it and bang
Try to rob me I promise im lettin' it spray
While you lay in your grave
My momma she told me watch who in your gang
Cuz' niggas will change
But my niggas my brothers
Won't change up for nothing
Can't wait for the come up
Shootin like katie no thunder
Pull up on a nigga no jumper
If I hit him I'm layin him under
I'm hot like the middle of summer
Got some youngins that shoot on the regular
Itchin' to kill like its eczema
If they see you its on
Shoot like Capone
Then go with the mop like a janitor
In my city it's colder than canada
People you love will abandon ya
Don't call me I'm too busy ballin
They talking bout money
I'm not understanding you
shooting at will
In my city they shootin to kill
Turn 50 dollars to a half ounce
Nigga watch what I do with a mil'

[Hook]

y
I just bought a semi, it came with a 50
Don't lack in my city
You'll only end up on a shirt in my city
I might come to your city
Take over your city, fly back to my city
I do this for sunny and jayzo
I can't forget quilly
My shooters is with me, my gloves and my mask
Let's go handle our buisness
Once real get on fire I'm too hot for the stove
Get your ass out the kitchen
Bitch i'm the man, your bitch wanna fuck
Cuz she see all these bands
She blew me like trumpets, she'll be in the band
All on her knees like she bout to start praying
Got alot But I still walk around with that metal of honor
They'll be telling your mommna
Your son just got hit up cuz she
let you play with the monsters
Unless you ready to ride ain't no eye for an eye
Everybody gon die once we coming
We coming ain't nowhere to hide
Can't wait for the day that they free all the guys
Knock at your door, what a suprise
Shooters with shooters dressed up in disguise
40's with 30's, five sevens and 9's
You done fucked up bitch it's your time
I can remember back up in 09
I was hustling for nickels and dimes
Now I get payed for these shows
When I'm off on the road
I Come back to my city and shine

[Hook]

man

Ain't no love in my city
Just killers and guns in my city
Drug dealers and buyers, fuck niggas and liers
Who don't give a fuck in my city
Gorrillas and Lions who fuck with that fire
We light your ass up in my city
If you lacking good luck in my city
You ain't from here don't come here
Get done in my city
My momma need a benz' and bigger house
So I left school and took a different route
But I got some niggas that ain't gettin out
murder let them killers out
Them real niggas from two different sides
Growing up here better pick a side
You will never catch me with no different guys
Bitch it's MOB until a nigga die
It's some snakes here, it's some fakes here
Gotta watch your back cuz niggas hate here
It's some real niggas gettin' cake here
And some people down to kill Everybody say that they ain't lacking here
But if somebody lying imma find out
You mention me, my killers ride out
Fuck that twitter beef, nigga sign out

[ron the dial]

katie no thunder

[alvarado52]

will someone translate the "shortys tote 30s" phrase for me?

[Simple Fan]

Clerk can't even tell you because he copy and pasted theses lyrics. But maybe something about women selling pills in the city, I don't know.

[owenbrown]

What are the odds that Clerk is whiter than I am?

[Clerk]

Copy lyrics are you retarded

[Clerk]

L's
WORTH IT
Let's get it

45 I got that, 30 clip that's in that
Them problems? Don't want that
Trust me we on that, pop a pill I'm on that
She a bad bitch I hit that, I smash that and quit that
You know I'm getting that I'm getting that I'm getting that
WORTH IT I'm with that, fuck all that chit chat
Ain't got time get kidnapped, all you hear is "click clack"
Them bangers blow, you get whacked
Them hollow tips you feel that, you feel that, you feel that
Money talk I hear that, street shit I live that
You ain't did what I did, I'm in the shit, I'm in the shit
I'm off the shit, let off the clip
Shoot with the shit, then off the bitch
She rocking wrong I ain't rockin Wit it
Got bad bitches come see me
Bang Bang like slik R.I.P to odee R.I.P to Big Lean, got big techs got big macs
Got big 30's with big beams, trust me you don't want that
Got big guns we on that, we on that we on that

[Hook]
Off a pill I'm on that, sipping lean I'm on that
Smoking loud I'm on that, getting money I'm on that
Fucking hoes I'm on that, shooting niggas I'm on that
I'm on that, I'm on that, I'm on that, I'm on that

I'm on that, we on that, them bullets flying past yo' head
For that money I'm holding, don't care about it I throw that
Kush yeah I smoke that and God damn I'm choking
I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling
Rob you you holding, for my niggas I'm blowing
Give me the gun I'll blow then, shoot you, you, and yo mans
So much soda and coke man, I'm into coke then soda man
Big guns flip yo bro man & duck clips; it's so expand
I send niggas to do hits, have yo bitch sucking my dick
And the whole WORTH IT clique, get that suited; she coming with
Shooting niggas I'm on that, WORTH IT I'm with that This Kush let me hit that, that reg shit forget that
Shooting niggas I'm with that, popping Xan pills to forget that
You ain't did what I did, I ain't gotta shoot I'll send hitters
Matter fact them 10 year niggas, and I only fuck with real niggas
And when it's time, they always down to ride around and kill niggas

[Simple Fan]

http://genius.com/Avage-ft-j-real-in-my-city-lyrics

Song is by $avage ft. J Real not Clerk.

[Simple Fan]

http://genius.com/Fredo-santana-on-that-lyrics

[owenbrown]

I bet the password is "GUAC". :shifty:

I don't think he would approve of me trying to login as him :shifty:

[Clerk]

Clerk presents: "Livin' Life"




Don't blow on no gas but I stay loaded with cash extra clips and dough in my stash pole in my lap bitch I don't know how to lack every time I roll I be strapped. I gotta excel, racial profiling from twelve bonded right outta that jail I got bars like a cell rap god I'm not a for sale my lyrics hotter than hell. Check in that bag Imma felon with swag like BP I was selling that gas collecting that cash I can tell that they mad they bitch on my dick I can nail I can smash. I'll ride up on ya block do a drive by on ya block n start firing shots just like a street light I'll light up ya block say by to my ops n then hi to my gwap. Keep killers around me don't ever doubt me went back and got bro out the county niggas talk shit but don't know nothing about me fixing the game like you foul me so much polo on me they call me ralphy she say she fell in love as soon as she found me pussy so wet on that bitch she could drown me she love to lick a nigga like an alky

[Blonde Moment]

Hello Mr. Krinkle
How are you today?
Seems the rumors are about your team might move away
Now, me I'm sentimental
But I'm not one to cry

Say there Mr. Krinkle let's cruise the Bastard boat
Damn then sonsabitches with their gill-nets set afloat
I flip on my tele and I watch the waters die
C'mon Mr. Krinkle tell me why

Hey ho Mr. Krinkle have you heard the brand new sound
It's a cross between Jimi Hendrix
Bocephus, Cher and James Brown
It's called "Heavy Hometown"
New Wave, cold-filtered, low-calorie dry
C'mon Mr. Krinkle tell me why

[Bobholly138]

What are the odds that Clerk is whiter than I am?

He is whiter than a mayo sandwich on wonderbread on a paper plate in a snow storm.

[Clerk]

Yeah
My toungue hold life
But my belt hold death nigga
I'd rather give love
But got no problem giving you rest nigga
I'm down to die by it
Take a stand
Live bout it
God my only judge bitch
'Til then fuck justice
Cause I'll pray for my enemies
Friends and those kin to me
But don't never cross God's son
Cause I'll take breath from any 3
Yeah
I only trust that money in this cruel world
But they hating
Hope they ready for the new world
It's Clerk I'm taking off
And this plane won't lose fuel nigga
300 we run it
You can't fuck with this duo nigga
All stripes when we take shots
On whatever pocket
Pool nigga
And we gone let you mold that
Unload that
On you mule niggas
Fool shit don't fly with us
And on fuck shit I ain't lighting up
Only real ones get to ride with us
And any loose ends
Getting tightened up
Yeah
Back to Benjamins
That's how I make sense of it
Nigga tell me what's real
I'll show you what the difference is
Look
I'm a matador
Cash is what I got in store
Work you up
Cut you up
Bitch I won't go back and forth
Weigh my arm and hammer
When you hear that thunder
That ain't Thor
Be in the block
Come back for more
Give them what they asking for
Yeah
Make 'em bite the dust
Right after they smack the floor
Bitch I'm a drop 30 on you
My shooter gone match my score
Haaa
If you can see me you dreaming
Bitch but don't wake the demons
Cause we ain't aim at your head nigga

[Clerk]

[Chorus]

Don't get yo ass whacked lil nigga, don't get yo ass whacked lil nigga owenbrown you a scared lil boy won't swing at a fly lil nigga, came at the wrong guy lil nigga, extra clip Wifi- lil nigga, asked my guns what I should do they said send em high lil nigga.

I'm finna send em high lil nigga pull up drive by lil nigga boy you ain't on no Frank block why you lie lil nigga you a scared lil boy come to the Chi lil nigga I saw yo interview you look shy lil nigga. You got yo mic snatched so you don't fight back oh you ain't like that well bitch I'm from Chiraq. I catch you I'm splittin yo noggin keep it on me yea I'm holdin my robbins I'm too fly I feel like I'm Jordan run up on me bitch I'm scorin. Boy you don't want no smoke whiteboy this is a joke imma let the people know imma body you for sure you was on the honor roll you was never once in the field you a bitch that's forreal bitch boy on the real. Niggas know how I'm rockin 30' shot in my pocket if I catch you then I'm poppin gotcha main bitch jockin.

[owenbrown]

brb going to login as Triple A into the TPWW Admin Control Panel

[Big Vic]

Stop using the same tired ass joke owen.

[Clerk]

The money turned me into a monster
The money turned my noodles into pasta
The money turned my tuna into lobster
They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobster

4 A.M. I'm on the north side of the Chi Riding around like these haters don't want to kill me
It's a shame how they hate on me you gotta feel me
I started out with a dollar and got a milli
I'm like do it for the gram ho, do it for the gram ho
She don't want to bust it I say do it for them bands yo
I say do it for them bands fucking with that broke nigga you should do it for your man
Lately I've been on the low with a ho that you probably know
Took her to the crib and met momma right at the door
Momma started smiling like momma I got to go
I done took so many trophies that my momma know
I said a real nigga, I get that money pay them bills nigga
My momma told me "you a real nigga"
And I be hanging with them real killers
Now what a feeling when you looking at the latest whipping knowing you can cop it
Or looking at the baddest bitch and knowing you could pop it
The youngest nigga in my city doing it I got it
On another level with Benjamin and money is the topic lord


I put my jeweler on his feet
Hundred thou I used to do that every week
Never sleep its funny how I never speak
You see a foreign in my city that was me

That was us, never sweet
We went to war niggas riding down the street
Popping that pistol they talking they never did
Dropping the nickel with something that never cease
I've been sitting on that money like a chair
I've been getting to that money all year
All year and my niggas all here
But we started from the bottom we was selling hard squares
Baddest bitch in the game wearing my chain I'm ready
Switching lanes in that Mulsanne like I'm Andretti
I do the Balmain, Balenciaga, no Giuseppe
If they sleep on Clerk I kill these niggas like I was Freddy
I eat that pussy like a monster
She gon' ride this dick she gon' need a sponsor
You could tell I'm Chicago from my posture
And we be whipping coca like its pasta
I be on money, 2 milly 4 milly no I need more money
I get that "see a bad bitch and be like how you doing" money
They like how you doing honey oh

[slik]

Hi @Clerk

keep working on your rap dude and stay true to yourself!

[Mercenary]

Hi @Clerk

keep working on your rap dude and stay true to yourself!


Don't encourage him

[Clerk]

Thanks slik could always count on you to keep my spirits up even at the worst of times.

[slik]

Gimme a Hell Yeah @Clerk

[owenbrown]

brb going to login as Triple A into the TPWW Admin Control Panel

[SlickyTrickyDamon]

more like TripleA logging into Tammy.

[Clerk]

Clerk presents: "True Shit"


This shit right here is some real shit. From the heart.

Both brothers in the prison, momma always cryin actin like she happy but I know that she lyin and I can't front it's hurtin me bad we got the same blood we the same thugs. They killin niggas for me I do the same for them and now all I got is a memory of them who is ya friend in this world nobody that's why I'm always strapped up ready to catch a body. Imma tell ya how the game go everybody out here for themselves. It's a fucked up world it's a cold world your best friend will try to fuck ya main girl. That's the truth nigga I keep it 100 and for the drill game I keep coming back I told myself I would stop selling that crack. But the money keep calling the money keep calling I wanna keep balling. Why do I hate police so much cuz all these officers corrupt. They wanna put Clerk in a cell cuz I'm doing real well I'm doing real good throwing straight hundreds balling on everybody they used to say I wasn't shit but now everybody want a picture with me. The table turned quick and I don't give a fuck about yall cuz I'm the shit. Mothafuckas I'm a legend in these streets I got goons around me and they'll kill every time I tell em kill cuz they don't hesitate my niggas. My nigga I'm a shot caller imma big baller knock a nigga our like I'm tyson shoot the nigga if he ain't with fighting. Everybody wants to be the hardest nigga but let me tell you something I'm a cold hearted nigga I pull the trigga without hesitation and if you wanna pray to God just know I'm gods greatest creation