Film & TV The Chicago Bulls Are Back

#1
since im one of the few chicago heads left on here i gues i gotta speak on this lol...where are all the chicago bulls haters now? Bulls are over the 500 mark and beat kobe and the fakers, the heat, pistons, sacramento, dallas, and alot of other playoff teams this season

right now The Bulls >>>> alot of other teams

Ben Gordon and Kirk Heindrich >>>>>>> Kobe Bryant

Chicago 105, Miami 101 (OT)
Gordon Ignites Bulls;
Heat’s O’Neal Injured
Box Score | Bulls Home | Heat Home


CHICAGO, Feb. 22 (Ticker) -- The Miami Heat nearly pulled off an impressive victory without Shaquille O'Neal. Then rookie Ben Gordon did what he does best - make basket after basket with time winding down.

Gordon scored 20 of his 29 points late in regulation and in overtime as the Chicago Bulls rallied for a 105-101 victory over the Heat, who received quite a scare when O'Neal hobbled off the court less than two minutes into the contest.

NBA TV highlights from
Heat-Bulls: 300k
O'Neal landed awkwardly on Chicago's Othella Harrington under the Bulls' basket just 1:46 into the game and winced in pain while grabbing his left knee. After a few minutes on the court, he was escorted to the locker room, but X-rays were negative and he was diagnosed with a left knee strain.

"I saw him come down on someone and it looked like he twisted his knee," All-Star Heat guard Dwyane Wade said. "I was passing the ball in there. I saw him afterward and know he'll be OK. He is sore, he looked encouraged, though, even in his pain. Some of that was because we had just lost the game."

O'Neal, who was averaging 23.1 points and 10.6 rebounds for the Eastern Conference-leading Heat, did not return and will be re-evaluated Wednesday.

"We're a good team and even with Shaq out, our defense was good for 45 minutes," Miami coach Stan Van Gundy said. "It was just those last three minutes of overtime when we let it go."

Miami held an 86-77 lead before Gordon nailed a jumper with 5:11 left in regulation to trigger a 15-4 run. He added three more 3-pointers during the burst, including a banked one with 1:07 remaining that pulled Chicago within 90-89, then swished another with 39 seconds left to give the Bulls a 92-90 edge.

"I ignore everything except my coach and my teammates," Gordon said of his burst. "I'm just trying to step up my level of concentration. But I think that every shot is going in. Even when I shot that one off the side of the backboard, I still had my follow-through like it went in. I just try to keep confidence in myself."

"The kid was just fabulous and hit his shots," Miami swingman Eddie Jones said. "On a couple of them, I was all over him. He just got in one of those zones and took over." After an empty possession by each team, Miami got the ball back with 3.6 seconds left. Heat guard Damon Jones shot an airball while challenged by the 7-foot Tyson Chandler, but Eddie Jones caught the rebound and flipped the ball into the hoop just before the buzzer, sending the game into overtime.

But the basket did not cool off Gordon, who scored the first eight points of the extra session on a 3-pointer, a runner in the lane and another shot from the arc.

"That was unbelievable," Bulls guard Kirk Hinrich said. "You know Ben has that ability, he's really something. He won the game for us tonight."

"You guys have asked me why (Gordon) doesn't play more or all the time," Bulls coach Scott Skiles said. "It is because he has not been able to do that. He has five, six or seven minutes of explosive play but he has to get where he learns to guard people and be more consistent."

Miami, which had won seven straight games overall and six in a row over Chicago, pulled within two points twice, including 103-101 on a 3-pointer by Damon Jones with 13 seconds left. Bulls rookie Chris Duhon was fouled less than a second later and only made 1-of-2 free throws, giving the Heat another chance.

But after a timeout, Jones missed a 3-pointer from the right corner with Chandler in his face. Duhon grabbed the rebound and split another pair from the line to give the Bulls a four-point lead, sealing their fourth straight win.

Wade collected 21 points and 11 assists and Jones added 18 for the Heat.

"Yes, we did have some breakdowns at the end," Wade said. "Also, they did hit their shots. It was a hard-fought game, where the difference was them hitting their shots. Gordon was unbelievable. He hit a lot of tough shots."


the guys from last year keep fallin down...








Make room for the chicago bulls...shocking a nba arena near u :thumb:

 
#3
i always been a bulls fan...they just sucked all the other seasons so there really wasnt anything i could say...jus had to sit thru those horrible games. But now they beatin all of your fav teams LOL
 
#4
your retarded, you cant just be happy with your bulls success, you have to show pictures of shaq on the floor and kobe injured :rolleyes: you cant even go one nba post without something to do with Kobe, I think he's really your fav player but you just have a hard time dealing with :thumb:
 

Butt Rubber

More arrogant than SicC
#6
2pacnbiggie said:
since im one of the few chicago heads left on here i gues i gotta speak on this lol...where are all the chicago bulls haters now? Bulls are over the 500 mark and beat kobe and the fakers, the heat, pistons, sacramento, dallas, and alot of other playoff teams this season

right now The Bulls >>>> alot of other teams

Ben Gordon and Kirk Heindrich >>>>>>> Kobe Bryant

Chicago 105, Miami 101 (OT)
Gordon Ignites Bulls;
Heat’s O’Neal Injured
Box Score | Bulls Home | Heat Home


CHICAGO, Feb. 22 (Ticker) -- The Miami Heat nearly pulled off an impressive victory without Shaquille O'Neal. Then rookie Ben Gordon did what he does best - make basket after basket with time winding down.

Gordon scored 20 of his 29 points late in regulation and in overtime as the Chicago Bulls rallied for a 105-101 victory over the Heat, who received quite a scare when O'Neal hobbled off the court less than two minutes into the contest.

NBA TV highlights from
Heat-Bulls: 300k
O'Neal landed awkwardly on Chicago's Othella Harrington under the Bulls' basket just 1:46 into the game and winced in pain while grabbing his left knee. After a few minutes on the court, he was escorted to the locker room, but X-rays were negative and he was diagnosed with a left knee strain.

"I saw him come down on someone and it looked like he twisted his knee," All-Star Heat guard Dwyane Wade said. "I was passing the ball in there. I saw him afterward and know he'll be OK. He is sore, he looked encouraged, though, even in his pain. Some of that was because we had just lost the game."

O'Neal, who was averaging 23.1 points and 10.6 rebounds for the Eastern Conference-leading Heat, did not return and will be re-evaluated Wednesday.

"We're a good team and even with Shaq out, our defense was good for 45 minutes," Miami coach Stan Van Gundy said. "It was just those last three minutes of overtime when we let it go."

Miami held an 86-77 lead before Gordon nailed a jumper with 5:11 left in regulation to trigger a 15-4 run. He added three more 3-pointers during the burst, including a banked one with 1:07 remaining that pulled Chicago within 90-89, then swished another with 39 seconds left to give the Bulls a 92-90 edge.

"I ignore everything except my coach and my teammates," Gordon said of his burst. "I'm just trying to step up my level of concentration. But I think that every shot is going in. Even when I shot that one off the side of the backboard, I still had my follow-through like it went in. I just try to keep confidence in myself."

"The kid was just fabulous and hit his shots," Miami swingman Eddie Jones said. "On a couple of them, I was all over him. He just got in one of those zones and took over." After an empty possession by each team, Miami got the ball back with 3.6 seconds left. Heat guard Damon Jones shot an airball while challenged by the 7-foot Tyson Chandler, but Eddie Jones caught the rebound and flipped the ball into the hoop just before the buzzer, sending the game into overtime.

But the basket did not cool off Gordon, who scored the first eight points of the extra session on a 3-pointer, a runner in the lane and another shot from the arc.

"That was unbelievable," Bulls guard Kirk Hinrich said. "You know Ben has that ability, he's really something. He won the game for us tonight."

"You guys have asked me why (Gordon) doesn't play more or all the time," Bulls coach Scott Skiles said. "It is because he has not been able to do that. He has five, six or seven minutes of explosive play but he has to get where he learns to guard people and be more consistent."

Miami, which had won seven straight games overall and six in a row over Chicago, pulled within two points twice, including 103-101 on a 3-pointer by Damon Jones with 13 seconds left. Bulls rookie Chris Duhon was fouled less than a second later and only made 1-of-2 free throws, giving the Heat another chance.

But after a timeout, Jones missed a 3-pointer from the right corner with Chandler in his face. Duhon grabbed the rebound and split another pair from the line to give the Bulls a four-point lead, sealing their fourth straight win.

Wade collected 21 points and 11 assists and Jones added 18 for the Heat.

"Yes, we did have some breakdowns at the end," Wade said. "Also, they did hit their shots. It was a hard-fought game, where the difference was them hitting their shots. Gordon was unbelievable. He hit a lot of tough shots."


the guys from last year keep fallin down...








Make room for the chicago bulls...shocking a nba arena near u :thumb:

I love how you always add a Kobe picture to each thread
 

Butt Rubber

More arrogant than SicC
#9
one mc on dj said:
lmao but we all know the spurs are gonna take it again this year. I dont even have to hate on the bulls to get that out lmao...
what do you mean again? :confused:

the Pistons won last year, SA didnt even make it past the 2nd round
 

S O F I

Administrator
Staff member
#10
There is no Bulls haters, my friend. Chicago has to be really good to have haters. :) Besides all that, Ben Gordon is a God and all of Chicago should start licking his toes.
 
#12
Jordan ain't got no friends
That's why John Starks took your ass to the
hole you sorry muthafucker {fuck Jordan}
Phil Jackson
Chicago Bulls Haters {fuck Jordan}
You know who the champs are
We'll steal it from you {fuck Jordan}


First off, Fuck Phil Jackson and the team he claims
Midwest when we play, comin quick with game
Mike claims to be a star, but he has no life
We bust on chi-town ballas, fucked fo life
Plus Pippen tries to guard Starks, he'll need ten stiches
Phil Jackson and Da Bulls are some pussy ass bitches
New York keeps ballin' while we comin' for your jewels
Steady robbin, keep snatchin' rings from you fools,
you know the rules
Dennis Rodman go ask your homies
How we'll leave ya
Cut your freak ass up, see ya in pieces
Now be deceased
Steve Kerr, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your sorry ass off the courts
So fuck threes
I'll let them bitches know its on for life
Don't let Patrick Ewing ride tonight {ha, ha}
Da Bulls are dead on their backs all killed
Fuck with Pat you'll sure collapse, Phil
You know, SEE

Pass the ball when you see D. Harp
It's all over when you see Hubert {uhh}
Who got 'em? But Da Bulls didn't click
Now you're about to feel the wrath of a Knick
Bitch, we light 'em up

Check this out ya'll
You mutha fuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why we in this league
Ya'll bitches ain't even on our level
I'm gonna have some real ballas shit on you
Chicago Bulls sorry ass bitches-deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Jordan's shot just got blocked
Charles Smith pass the rock
And Jordan'll be outlined in chalk
MJ needs to get spanked right
For takin naps, you little accident all star
And you let Larry Bird fuck ya
Poisonous rats attack in New York, uhh
Thank the bank the whole file got erased
Guard your rank
Cause I'm gon' gank all you're cake
Pippen weaker than fuckin chi-town
And I'm pullin' the trigga
And we smokin Billy Wennington
From the Acura Vigor
With the steady power, coppin' the ball
it's all ours
Chicago's click is sour
We push the ball every hour
We light 'em up

Pass the ball when you see D. Harp
It's all over when you see Hubert {uhh}
Who got 'em? But Da Bulls didn't click
Now you're about to feel the wrath of a Knick
Bitch, we light 'em up

Peep how we play
Keep it real
It's basketball still...this ain't no and-1 contest
All you Bulls are gettin killed
With your mouths open
Tryin to come up off of us
Michael Jordan hopin'
gettin' ghost it's like a car
da Bulls think that they learn to drive
But they run mutha fucka, why you still alive
Talkin bout gettin' money
But it's funny to me
All you bitches livin' crummy
get off yo fuckin knees
I'm a self made millionaire
Snug livin', in the Hamptons, dolla bills in the air
B.J. remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And tell a bitch u don't still watch mickey mouse
Now its all about Harper
You copied his style
Five jumpers couldn't drop us
We took it and smiled
Now we're about to get the record straight
With my jumpshot
I'm still the star that you love to hate
Mutha fucka we light 'em up

I'm from N.E.W. York
Where plenty games occurs
No points to come
We bringin drama to all you Bulls
Now go check the scenerio
Horace G
You fool bought fake trees you fuckin flea
Sellin ki's for a car stereo
Steve Kerr is yah
broke up or choked up
Get your little pussy ass team smoked up
What the fuck
Is you stupid
I take money
Crash and mash through Chi town
With my click hoopin, shootin and recruitin'
Your block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
New York city click moving up another knotch
And your fake ass fans get dropped and mopped
And all your bitch made windy city props
Brainstorm and locked

You's a B-ballin a Starks style taker
I'll tell your to your coach, you ain't shit but a wanker
So fill the United Center with your lasers
you bout to get murdered by a raper
homeless bums approach the arena with they razors
Like a bloak, with Phillip Jackson in a choke
Huh toting smoke, we ain't no mutha fuckin joke
Real ball playas better be known
Be approaching, in the wide open, net smokin
No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the dunks were blastin off, playa I light 'em up

Now you tell me who won
Bulls see Knicks they run
They don't wanna see us
Ole Chicago Bulls playin try to beat us
How they champs when we do our job, we millionaires
Killin their fans but somebody has to do it
Oh yah, Miami, don't all y'all bitches got HIV or something
You better back the fuck up before you get slammed the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you bitches wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't ballin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your mutha fuckin mama
We gonna kill all you mutha fuckas
Now when I said it was all about Chicago
All you mutha fuckas had to open your mouth
with they muthafuckin opinion
So this is how we gonna do this
Fuck MJ, fuck Miami
Fuck Chicago as a staff, franchise, and as a mutha fuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Chicago then fuck you too
Toni Kukoc, fuck you too
All you mutha fuckas, fuck you too
Drive slow {fuck Jordan, fuck Jordan}
My boy 4-4 (#44 Hubert Davis) make sure all your playas don't show
You muthafuckas can't beat us or see us
We New York ridas, East side till we die
Out here in New York, bitch
We warned ya, we'll dunk on you mutha fuckas
You think you the team, bitch, we the mutha fuckin team
Ain't nuttin but playas
And real G's, all you bitches can't hang with us
Our shit goes wins the series and the championship (...championship)
You bitches laugh cuz you think we're crazier than dennis fuckin rodman
You know how it is and we drop J's all over
You bitches can't feel it
We the champs
Fuck em
Chicago Bulls killas (killas, killas)"
 

Butt Rubber

More arrogant than SicC
#16
cardella said:
Jordan ain't got no friends
That's why John Starks took your ass to the
hole you sorry muthafucker {fuck Jordan}
Phil Jackson
Chicago Bulls Haters {fuck Jordan}
You know who the champs are
We'll steal it from you {fuck Jordan}


First off, Fuck Phil Jackson and the team he claims
Midwest when we play, comin quick with game
Mike claims to be a star, but he has no life
We bust on chi-town ballas, fucked fo life
Plus Pippen tries to guard Starks, he'll need ten stiches
Phil Jackson and Da Bulls are some pussy ass bitches
New York keeps ballin' while we comin' for your jewels
Steady robbin, keep snatchin' rings from you fools,
you know the rules
Dennis Rodman go ask your homies
How we'll leave ya
Cut your freak ass up, see ya in pieces
Now be deceased
Steve Kerr, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your sorry ass off the courts
So fuck threes
I'll let them bitches know its on for life
Don't let Patrick Ewing ride tonight {ha, ha}
Da Bulls are dead on their backs all killed
Fuck with Pat you'll sure collapse, Phil
You know, SEE

Pass the ball when you see D. Harp
It's all over when you see Hubert {uhh}
Who got 'em? But Da Bulls didn't click
Now you're about to feel the wrath of a Knick
Bitch, we light 'em up

Check this out ya'll
You mutha fuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why we in this league
Ya'll bitches ain't even on our level
I'm gonna have some real ballas shit on you
Chicago Bulls sorry ass bitches-deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Jordan's shot just got blocked
Charles Smith pass the rock
And Jordan'll be outlined in chalk
MJ needs to get spanked right
For takin naps, you little accident all star
And you let Larry Bird fuck ya
Poisonous rats attack in New York, uhh
Thank the bank the whole file got erased
Guard your rank
Cause I'm gon' gank all you're cake
Pippen weaker than fuckin chi-town
And I'm pullin' the trigga
And we smokin Billy Wennington
From the Acura Vigor
With the steady power, coppin' the ball
it's all ours
Chicago's click is sour
We push the ball every hour
We light 'em up

Pass the ball when you see D. Harp
It's all over when you see Hubert {uhh}
Who got 'em? But Da Bulls didn't click
Now you're about to feel the wrath of a Knick
Bitch, we light 'em up

Peep how we play
Keep it real
It's basketball still...this ain't no and-1 contest
All you Bulls are gettin killed
With your mouths open
Tryin to come up off of us
Michael Jordan hopin'
gettin' ghost it's like a car
da Bulls think that they learn to drive
But they run mutha fucka, why you still alive
Talkin bout gettin' money
But it's funny to me
All you bitches livin' crummy
get off yo fuckin knees
I'm a self made millionaire
Snug livin', in the Hamptons, dolla bills in the air
B.J. remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And tell a bitch u don't still watch mickey mouse
Now its all about Harper
You copied his style
Five jumpers couldn't drop us
We took it and smiled
Now we're about to get the record straight
With my jumpshot
I'm still the star that you love to hate
Mutha fucka we light 'em up

I'm from N.E.W. York
Where plenty games occurs
No points to come
We bringin drama to all you Bulls
Now go check the scenerio
Horace G
You fool bought fake trees you fuckin flea
Sellin ki's for a car stereo
Steve Kerr is yah
broke up or choked up
Get your little pussy ass team smoked up
What the fuck
Is you stupid
I take money
Crash and mash through Chi town
With my click hoopin, shootin and recruitin'
Your block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
New York city click moving up another knotch
And your fake ass fans get dropped and mopped
And all your bitch made windy city props
Brainstorm and locked

You's a B-ballin a Starks style taker
I'll tell your to your coach, you ain't shit but a wanker
So fill the United Center with your lasers
you bout to get murdered by a raper
homeless bums approach the arena with they razors
Like a bloak, with Phillip Jackson in a choke
Huh toting smoke, we ain't no mutha fuckin joke
Real ball playas better be known
Be approaching, in the wide open, net smokin
No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the dunks were blastin off, playa I light 'em up

Now you tell me who won
Bulls see Knicks they run
They don't wanna see us
Ole Chicago Bulls playin try to beat us
How they champs when we do our job, we millionaires
Killin their fans but somebody has to do it
Oh yah, Miami, don't all y'all bitches got HIV or something
You better back the fuck up before you get slammed the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you bitches wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't ballin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your mutha fuckin mama
We gonna kill all you mutha fuckas
Now when I said it was all about Chicago
All you mutha fuckas had to open your mouth
with they muthafuckin opinion
So this is how we gonna do this
Fuck MJ, fuck Miami
Fuck Chicago as a staff, franchise, and as a mutha fuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Chicago then fuck you too
Toni Kukoc, fuck you too
All you mutha fuckas, fuck you too
Drive slow {fuck Jordan, fuck Jordan}
My boy 4-4 (#44 Hubert Davis) make sure all your playas don't show
You muthafuckas can't beat us or see us
We New York ridas, East side till we die
Out here in New York, bitch
We warned ya, we'll dunk on you mutha fuckas
You think you the team, bitch, we the mutha fuckin team
Ain't nuttin but playas
And real G's, all you bitches can't hang with us
Our shit goes wins the series and the championship (...championship)
You bitches laugh cuz you think we're crazier than dennis fuckin rodman
You know how it is and we drop J's all over
You bitches can't feel it
We the champs
Fuck em
Chicago Bulls killas (killas, killas)"
who actually took the time to type that out?
 
#17
cardella said:
Jordan ain't got no friends
That's why John Starks took your ass to the
hole you sorry muthafucker {fuck Jordan}
Phil Jackson
Chicago Bulls Haters {fuck Jordan}
You know who the champs are
We'll steal it from you {fuck Jordan}


First off, Fuck Phil Jackson and the team he claims
Midwest when we play, comin quick with game
Mike claims to be a star, but he has no life
We bust on chi-town ballas, fucked fo life
Plus Pippen tries to guard Starks, he'll need ten stiches
Phil Jackson and Da Bulls are some pussy ass bitches
New York keeps ballin' while we comin' for your jewels
Steady robbin, keep snatchin' rings from you fools,
you know the rules
Dennis Rodman go ask your homies
How we'll leave ya
Cut your freak ass up, see ya in pieces
Now be deceased
Steve Kerr, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your sorry ass off the courts
So fuck threes
I'll let them bitches know its on for life
Don't let Patrick Ewing ride tonight {ha, ha}
Da Bulls are dead on their backs all killed
Fuck with Pat you'll sure collapse, Phil
You know, SEE

Pass the ball when you see D. Harp
It's all over when you see Hubert {uhh}
Who got 'em? But Da Bulls didn't click
Now you're about to feel the wrath of a Knick
Bitch, we light 'em up

Check this out ya'll
You mutha fuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why we in this league
Ya'll bitches ain't even on our level
I'm gonna have some real ballas shit on you
Chicago Bulls sorry ass bitches-deal with it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Jordan's shot just got blocked
Charles Smith pass the rock
And Jordan'll be outlined in chalk
MJ needs to get spanked right
For takin naps, you little accident all star
And you let Larry Bird fuck ya
Poisonous rats attack in New York, uhh
Thank the bank the whole file got erased
Guard your rank
Cause I'm gon' gank all you're cake
Pippen weaker than fuckin chi-town
And I'm pullin' the trigga
And we smokin Billy Wennington
From the Acura Vigor
With the steady power, coppin' the ball
it's all ours
Chicago's click is sour
We push the ball every hour
We light 'em up

Pass the ball when you see D. Harp
It's all over when you see Hubert {uhh}
Who got 'em? But Da Bulls didn't click
Now you're about to feel the wrath of a Knick
Bitch, we light 'em up

Peep how we play
Keep it real
It's basketball still...this ain't no and-1 contest
All you Bulls are gettin killed
With your mouths open
Tryin to come up off of us
Michael Jordan hopin'
gettin' ghost it's like a car
da Bulls think that they learn to drive
But they run mutha fucka, why you still alive
Talkin bout gettin' money
But it's funny to me
All you bitches livin' crummy
get off yo fuckin knees
I'm a self made millionaire
Snug livin', in the Hamptons, dolla bills in the air
B.J. remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And tell a bitch u don't still watch mickey mouse
Now its all about Harper
You copied his style
Five jumpers couldn't drop us
We took it and smiled
Now we're about to get the record straight
With my jumpshot
I'm still the star that you love to hate
Mutha fucka we light 'em up

I'm from N.E.W. York
Where plenty games occurs
No points to come
We bringin drama to all you Bulls
Now go check the scenerio
Horace G
You fool bought fake trees you fuckin flea
Sellin ki's for a car stereo
Steve Kerr is yah
broke up or choked up
Get your little pussy ass team smoked up
What the fuck
Is you stupid
I take money
Crash and mash through Chi town
With my click hoopin, shootin and recruitin'
Your block with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
New York city click moving up another knotch
And your fake ass fans get dropped and mopped
And all your bitch made windy city props
Brainstorm and locked

You's a B-ballin a Starks style taker
I'll tell your to your coach, you ain't shit but a wanker
So fill the United Center with your lasers
you bout to get murdered by a raper
homeless bums approach the arena with they razors
Like a bloak, with Phillip Jackson in a choke
Huh toting smoke, we ain't no mutha fuckin joke
Real ball playas better be known
Be approaching, in the wide open, net smokin
No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the dunks were blastin off, playa I light 'em up

Now you tell me who won
Bulls see Knicks they run
They don't wanna see us
Ole Chicago Bulls playin try to beat us
How they champs when we do our job, we millionaires
Killin their fans but somebody has to do it
Oh yah, Miami, don't all y'all bitches got HIV or something
You better back the fuck up before you get slammed the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you bitches wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't ballin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your mutha fuckin mama
We gonna kill all you mutha fuckas
Now when I said it was all about Chicago
All you mutha fuckas had to open your mouth
with they muthafuckin opinion
So this is how we gonna do this
Fuck MJ, fuck Miami
Fuck Chicago as a staff, franchise, and as a mutha fuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Chicago then fuck you too
Toni Kukoc, fuck you too
All you mutha fuckas, fuck you too
Drive slow {fuck Jordan, fuck Jordan}
My boy 4-4 (#44 Hubert Davis) make sure all your playas don't show
You muthafuckas can't beat us or see us
We New York ridas, East side till we die
Out here in New York, bitch
We warned ya, we'll dunk on you mutha fuckas
You think you the team, bitch, we the mutha fuckin team
Ain't nuttin but playas
And real G's, all you bitches can't hang with us
Our shit goes wins the series and the championship (...championship)
You bitches laugh cuz you think we're crazier than dennis fuckin rodman
You know how it is and we drop J's all over
You bitches can't feel it
We the champs
Fuck em
Chicago Bulls killas (killas, killas)"

my god your a loser, and this wasnt even funny, or good, your just an idiot :rolleyes:
 
#20
Story said:
kobe is nike
shaq is adidas or reebok, i think reebok.

cool i thought kobe might still be nike has he got his own shoes or just wears a regular pair and i thought shaq got dropped from reebok or i heard that somewhere maybe i was wrong

thanks anyhow mate
 

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