Creg (1961-2011)

[shit mits]

stop talkin all your fuckery
you don't wanna buck me
you got a nice chain and i'm hungry
i keep heat cuz manz wanna bun me
shots squeeze in your chest, make your lungs bleed
its real grimey so where a vest when u come g
and man will run up in ure nest wit a pumpy
put a gun up to your head, "where de funds b?"
snackin on ure bread like dey got de munchies
so come g and front me on my block
i'll take the whole key and leave with the lock
flip the p's and buy couple glocks
release in de streets, abe squeeze couple shots
fuck de police, dey can't thief wat i got
i roll wit my heat cuz its beef on de spot
squeeze then i pop
bang then u drop
my hand's on a nine like a hand on a clock

real life shytt

creg, spit bars about what u actually do, don't make fake raps and claim u gonna do all dat shytt to me

u cant fuck wit my new shytt bruh

[John Doe]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

yo why are u exposin my real age chill with that shit

[John Doe]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

u stole ur last verse from K KOKE feat. King Dappz track too so i aint even readin this

[[MODERATOR]HomeFries]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

you want craig to write raps about what he actually do?
but you aint a racketeer you racketer you

[shit mits]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

dese r real bars

u sed dat u'll have better verses for me since u found out dat i used to play tennis

noww show me if u can out rap me dis time

[Fresco]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

dese r real bars

u sed dat u'll have better verses for me since u found out dat i used to play tennis

noww show me if u can out rap me dis time

no1 is seein this man ryte here

[John Doe]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

stop talkin all your fuckery
you don't wanna buck me
you got a nice chain and i'm hungry
i keep heat cuz manz wanna bun me
shots squeeze in your chest, make your lungs bleed
its real grimey so where a vest when u come g
and man will run up in ure nest wit a pumpy
put a gun up to your head, "where de funds b?"
snackin on ure bread like dey got de munchies
so come g and front me on my block
i'll take the whole key and leave with the lock
flip the p's and buy couple glocks
release in de streets, abe squeeze couple shots
fuck de police, dey can't thief wat i got
i roll wit my heat cuz its beef on de spot
squeeze then i pop
bang then u drop
my hand's on a nine like a hand on a clock

real life shytt

creg, spit bars about what u actually do, don't make fake raps and claim u gonna do all dat shytt to me

u cant fuck wit my new shytt bruh

1:00

[John Doe]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

at least bite a canadian rapper and not a british one if ur gonna do this, ridiculous.

[Fresco]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

yo but the thing is that abe wrote that shit FOR him awhile ago


its all gud if u bite ur own shit



dead @ leave with the lock / lot

[John Doe]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

lmaooooooo

[TWAMP$iN]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

nigga had a buncha multies tbh

[John Doe]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

nigga had a buncha multies tbh

word thats how i knew straight away abe didnt write that shit.

[John Doe]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

heres my response:


Sit back homie relax, in fact grab a six-pack
Kick back while I kick facts, yeah Dre, sick track
Perfect way to get back, wanna hear somethin wick-wack?
I got the same exact tat that's on Nick's back
I'm (Obsesseed) now, oh gee
Is that supposed to be me, in the video with the goatee?
Wow Mariah, didn't expect you to go balls out
Bitch shut the fuck up, 'fore I put all them phone calls out
you made to my house when you was (Wild'n Out) before Nick
When you was on my dick and give you somethin to smile about
How many times you fly to my house, still tryin to count
Better shut your lyin mouth if you don't want Nick findin out
You probably think cause it's been so long
if I had somethin on you I woulda did it by now
Oh on the contrary Mary Poppins I'm mixin our studio session down
and sendin it to masterin to make it loud
Enough dirt on you to murder you
This is what the fuck I do, Mariah it ever occur to you
that I still have pictures? However you prefer to do
and that goes for Nick too, faggot you think I'm scurred of you?
You're gonna ruin my career you better get one
Like I'ma sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt
that made me put up with her psycho ass over six months
And only spread her legs to let me hit once
Yeah, what you gonna say I'm lucky? Tell the public
that I was so ugly that you fuckin had to be drunk to fuck me?
Second base, what the fuck you tell Nick pumpkin?
The second week we were dry humpin, that's gotta count for somethin
Listen girly, surely you don't want me to talk about
how I nutted early cause I ejaculated prematurely
And bust all over your belly and you almost started hurling
and said I was gross, go get a towel, your stomach's curling
Or maybe you do, but if I'm embarrassin me I'm embarrassin you
And don't you dare say it isn't true
As long as that song's gettin airplay I'm dissin you
I'm a hair away from gettin carried away and gettin sued
I was gonna stop at 16, that was 32
This is 34 bars, we ain't even third of the way through
"Damn Slim, Mariah play you," Mariah who?
Oh, did I say whore Nick? I meant a liar too
Like I been goin off on you all this time
for no reason, girl you out your alcoholic mind
Check your wine cellar, look at the amounts of all the wine
Like I fuckin sit around and think about you all the time
I just think this shit is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme
But fuck it now I'm 'bout to draw the line
And for you to cross it that's a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb
I can describe areas of your house you wouldn't find
on an episode of "Cribs," a blow below the ribs
If I hear another word so don't go openin your jibs
Cause every time you do it's like an overload of fibs
I ain't sayin this shit again hoe, you know what it is
It's a warnin shot, 'fore I blow up your whole spot
Call my bluff and, I'll release every fuckin thing I got
Including the voicemails right before you flipped your top
when me and Luis were tryin to stick two CD's in the same slot

[shit mits]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

heres my response:


Sit back homie relax, in fact grab a six-pack
Kick back while I kick facts, yeah Dre, sick track
Perfect way to get back, wanna hear somethin wick-wack?
I got the same exact tat that's on Nick's back
I'm (Obsesseed) now, oh gee
Is that supposed to be me, in the video with the goatee?
Wow Mariah, didn't expect you to go balls out
Bitch shut the fuck up, 'fore I put all them phone calls out
you made to my house when you was (Wild'n Out) before Nick
When you was on my dick and give you somethin to smile about
How many times you fly to my house, still tryin to count
Better shut your lyin mouth if you don't want Nick findin out
You probably think cause it's been so long
if I had somethin on you I woulda did it by now
Oh on the contrary Mary Poppins I'm mixin our studio session down
and sendin it to masterin to make it loud
Enough dirt on you to murder you
This is what the fuck I do, Mariah it ever occur to you
that I still have pictures? However you prefer to do
and that goes for Nick too, faggot you think I'm scurred of you?
You're gonna ruin my career you better get one
Like I'ma sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt
that made me put up with her psycho ass over six months
And only spread her legs to let me hit once
Yeah, what you gonna say I'm lucky? Tell the public
that I was so ugly that you fuckin had to be drunk to fuck me?
Second base, what the fuck you tell Nick pumpkin?
The second week we were dry humpin, that's gotta count for somethin
Listen girly, surely you don't want me to talk about
how I nutted early cause I ejaculated prematurely
And bust all over your belly and you almost started hurling
and said I was gross, go get a towel, your stomach's curling
Or maybe you do, but if I'm embarrassin me I'm embarrassin you
And don't you dare say it isn't true
As long as that song's gettin airplay I'm dissin you
I'm a hair away from gettin carried away and gettin sued
I was gonna stop at 16, that was 32
This is 34 bars, we ain't even third of the way through
"Damn Slim, Mariah play you," Mariah who?
Oh, did I say whore Nick? I meant a liar too
Like I been goin off on you all this time
for no reason, girl you out your alcoholic mind
Check your wine cellar, look at the amounts of all the wine
Like I fuckin sit around and think about you all the time
I just think this shit is funny when I pounce you on a rhyme
But fuck it now I'm 'bout to draw the line
And for you to cross it that's a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb
I can describe areas of your house you wouldn't find
on an episode of "Cribs," a blow below the ribs
If I hear another word so don't go openin your jibs
Cause every time you do it's like an overload of fibs
I ain't sayin this shit again hoe, you know what it is
It's a warnin shot, 'fore I blow up your whole spot
Call my bluff and, I'll release every fuckin thing I got
Including the voicemails right before you flipped your top
when me and Luis were tryin to stick two CD's in the same slot

u clearly juked some nigguhs bars

buh koke allowed me to use it, i even asked him and he didnt care

jus check he's followin me on twitter and i've talked to him on de phone like 2 weeks ago
i swear

[Louis 3k]

Re: Creg (1961-2011)

u clearly juked some nigguhs bars

buh koke allowed me to use it, i even asked him and he didnt care

jus check he's followin me on twitter and i've talked to him on de phone like 2 weeks ago
i swear

lmfaoooooooo i know y'all not might not feel this but when my nbombs read this shit they gon say abe is the realest