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Post by Nos - Sharks on Aug 5, 2019 23:02:48 GMT -5
The San Jose Sharks are proud to select with the 30th overall pick in the 3rd round of the 2019 NAFHL Waiver Draft, Drake Batherson. [Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, motherfucker, uh-huh
Yeah, I see that, I see that
All y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint, huh
Stealin' my light, huh
Watch me, duke, watch me
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, check these up top murderers
Snowy in the bezel as the cloud merges
F.B.I. try and want word with this
Kid who pulled out bust a shot up in the Beacon
Catch me in the corner not speakin'
Crushed out heavenly
U.G. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and broccoli, Wally's look stink
He with his man straight from Raleigh Durham
He recognized Kojak, I slapped him five
Masta Killa cracked his Heine for him
Everybody break bread, huddle around
Guzzle that, I'm about to throw hair on your back
Since the face been revealed, game got real
Radio been gassing niggas, my imposters scream they're ill
I'm the inventor, '86 rhyming at the center
Debut '93 LP told you to enter
Punk faggot niggas stealing my light
Crawl up in the bed with grandma
Beneath the La-Z-Boy where you hid your knife
Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails
Hit the shelves at Paul's Pastry Rack
Walk with me like Dorothy try to judge these
Plus Degrees, sessical, rasta fiends
Getting waxed all through the drive-thru
Take the stand, throw my hand all on the Bible
And tell lies too, I'm the ultimate
Splash the Wolverine Razor Sharp ring, dolomite
Student enroll holding it
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
A-yo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV
Crush at high speeds, strawberry kiwi
As we approach your hood, the Gods bail (bail!)
These Staten Island ferryboats cash bail (bail!)
Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
A pair of bright phat yellow Air Max
Hit the racks, snatch 'em up, son, twenty dollars off no tax
Dream merchant tucked in the cloud, stay splurging
Rock a eagle head, 6-inch height was the bird
Monday night Dallas vs Jets, dudes slid in with one hand
Two Culture Ciphers, one bag of wet
Heavy rain fucked my kicks up
Wasn't looking, splashed in the puddle
Bitch laughing, first thought was beat the bitch up
Moseyed off gracefully, New York's most wanted cheeba hawk
Seen the yellow brick road, I stole the pastries
Same Ghostface, holy in the mind
Last seen Manhattan Chase
Withdrew the six-eight digit in the briefcase
Rawness, title is Hell-bound
Quick to reload around faces, surround look astound
[Verse 3: Raekwon]
We split a fair one, Poconos money
Gin rummy with glare, spot the lame bidder's ear
Yo, and taste a teaspoon, 300 goons, stash balloons
Locked in lab rooms, hit with the Glock, stashed in Grant's Tomb
Clocked him like a patient, his stocks fall, hustle invasion
Knowing now, we copped the block off, the chain tri-color
Freezing in velour, icicle galore
Gas station light gleaming on the wall
Cop WiseGuy jams, James Bond vans
Niggas flipped Timbs, rock boats under water, watch clams
Pose for the stand-off, mad timid
Hoping that the gun fall, guessing like lottery balls, yo
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
A-yo, this rap is like Ziti, facing me real TV
Crash at high speeds, strawberry kiwi
As we approach your hood, the Gods bail (bail!)
See Staten Island ferryboat, cats bail (bail!)
Fresh cellies, 50 deep up in the city
We banned for life, Apollo kids live to spit the real |
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Post by Nos - Sharks on Aug 6, 2019 2:30:29 GMT -5
The San Jose Sharks are proud to select with the 32nd overall pick in the 3rd round of the 2019 NAFHL Waiver Draft, Jacob Markstrom. [Intro: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony]
And Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon
(This a lake of fire right here)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Notorious thugs
Nothin' but them thugstas, nothin' but them thugsta thugstas
Notorious thugs
Nothin' but them thugstas, nothin' but them thugsta thugstas
[Chorus: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony]
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Armed and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust
Label us notorious
Thug-ass niggas that love to bust, it's strange to us
Y'all niggas be scramblin', gamblin'
Up in restaurants with mandolins and violins
We just sittin' here tryna win, try not to sin
High off weed and lots of gin
So much smoke, need oxygen
Steadily countin' them Benjamins
Nigga, you should too, if you knew
What this game'll do to you
Been in this shit since '92
Look at all the bullshit I been through
So-called beef with you-know-who
Fucked a few female stars or two
Then I blew like nigga move like Mike
Shit, not to be fucked with
Motherfucker better duck quick
'Cause me and my dogs love to buck shit
Fuck the luck shit, strictly aim
No aspirations to quit the game
Spit yo game, talk yo shit
Grab yo gat, call yo clique
Squeeze yo clip, hit the right one
Pass that weed, I got to light one
All them niggas, I got to fight one
All them hoes, I got to like one
Our situation is a tight one
What you gonna do: fight or run?
Seems to me that you'll take B
Bone and Big, nigga, die slowly
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
"Cash Rule Everything Around Me"
Shit, lyrically niggas can't see me
Fuck it, buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it
Know the bitch 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it
Nigga with a Benz fuckin' it
Doesn't it seem odd to you?
Big come through with mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to the Mo' Thugs dudes
Who's the killer: me or you?
[Break: Puff Daddy]
We forgive you, for you know not what you do
[Verse 2: Bizzy Bone]
7 A.M. woke in the morning
With Hen' and caffeine and green and nicotine
No-Doz so pop a couple of those
Lil' RIPsta, nigga Mista Clean, make it gleam
Deep in my temple and not to get sentimentally steamed
With my instrumelody, and heated, especially for your team
And a .45 indeed will beam
In between the scenes, destroy your dreams
You willin' to die? We'll see
How many flee when I cause the scene?
We mean mug, Mo' Thugs, trained to be perfect disciples
When it's survival, tongue is a double-edged sword
Triple six rivals spittin' fire
This the real truth, bitch, breakin' out for lies
My Messiah's better be ready for Armageddon, shit's expired
It's wild, bless the child, the one that became a man
Put in positions off in the Clair
All that I had to do was stare
Test me now, contender; never no surrender, no pretend
Pick up my pen in my hand
One of my trusted friend-friends
Hey, open it, let's see if for real, we all suited
Beg my pardon to Martin: baby, we ain't marchin', we shootin'
In daily recruitin', there's a thug born everyday in the ghetto
We start 'em off little, we give 'em a bible
And a pen and a pad to hit the label—kick it, nigga!
[Verse 3: Krayzie Bone]
Nigga roll with Bone up into the dank spot
To the dome with a shot of burb
Never get tossed to the curb
Be feelin' that urge to splurge
But I'm broke as fuck, Sin, give me that Mossberg swerve!
Up into my bag 'cause I gotta get my mask and shells
To put in this 12 gauge sawed-off
Get 'em hauled off, nigga, y'all loss
Take it all off, got a nigga caught off
But the Bone, not Leatherface
Too many are thinkin' they thugs
And little Mo Hart want to pull it and bust it
And bitch, if you steppin', we buckin' them guns, that's fucked up
Now let me get done with the grime
Gotta go purchase a dime
Put in a state to get done with the crime
Smokin' the reefer to ease my mind
Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks
But really we be servin' them dummies, see?
Gotta buck him on down
If he come back talkin' like, "Give me back me money!"
Thuggin' with me killas
Need us a liter of liquor but niggas ain't got shit
With a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol
Now who ready to get bent?
Nigga like me fiendin' for them green leaves
But I ain't had no dough
Gotta make some money
So I'm makin' my dummy rocks if I go broke
[Chorus: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony]
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon
[Verse 4: Layzie Bone]
Yeah, Little Lay, hey, comin' in the form of scripture
Finna get ya and hit ya with magic
Droppin' down lead but I call it my gadgets
With an automatic status, we spray
Time to load the Glocks, but I'm thinkin' not
There's another evil force tellin' me to do what I gotta do
So I up my pipe, a nigga dyin' tonight
And I'm always runnin' from the boys in blue
Biggie, blue's on my ass
Now I pull out the cellular phone to call Bone, "What's happenin'?"
Grab artillery, a nigga start packin'
'Cause a motherfucker tried to get me in a jackin'
And I did him, hit him right between the eyes
The spot was wise; wanna test a nigga size, it'll cost him
Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit
Y'all get mo murdered all day, all day
We done paved the way and I'm on the run
I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns
Y'all niggas wanna have a little fun with number one, one, one?
Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
Bloody red, red, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum
Bloody red, red, rum
[Chorus: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony]
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (we gon' rock the party)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (rock the party, party)
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (better run and tell everybody)
Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie
It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie (everybody, everybody)
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon
Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride
Get high, get high, get high, c'mon, c'mon |
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So exciting.
Aug 28, 2024 22:53:08 GMT -5
So exciting.
Aug 28, 2024 22:53:08 GMT -5
You better make that pick or trade it! I'm excited to see if we can use up all the draft picks this year.
Sept 13, 2024 17:17:04 GMT -5
You better make that pick or trade it! I'm excited to see if we can use up all the draft picks this year.
Sept 13, 2024 17:17:04 GMT -5