Jay-Z Crying On Hot97 After Hearing Ether!!
|8 years ago||'04 #84|
$8,432 | 149
What's up n*ggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talking 'bout me dog
You been on my d*ck n*gga, you love my style, n*gga
(I) fu*k with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already
Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waiting
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilage
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiian Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these n*ggas man (no doubt)
Ay, y'all f*g**ts, y'all kneel and kiss the fu*king ring
I've been fu*ked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just p!ss on me, sh*t on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly acting, envy hiding snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep calling, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and c*ckafella Records wanted beef
Started c*cking up my weapon, slowly loading up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
d*ck sucking lips, why not you let the late, great veteran live
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it n*ggas
Y'all n*ggas deal with emotions like bi*ches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watching his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissing women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '88 you was getting chased through your building
Calling my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smiling in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearing Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hanging with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pus*y, a Stan
I still whip your a.ss, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the sh*t you need to learn though
That ether, that sh*t that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you getting girls now 'cause of your looks?
You no mustache having, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You a.ss, went from Jaz to hanging with Kane, to Irv, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own sh*t
You a d*ck-riding f*g**t, you love the attention
Queens n*ggas run you n*ggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz d*ck
So little shorty's getting gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gonna come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop sh*t, apologize, n*gga, just ask Kiss
|02-01-2009, 09:21 PM||#86|
Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that (Jay-Z won't hold my hand no more)
Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that
Jay-Z that, Jay-Z this (Jay-Z won't give me no money)
Get off Jay-Z d*ck
What y'all n*ggas get front page articles, y'all mention Jay-Z name
(This thing on?) Jay-Z, Jay-Z, in Jay-Z news
I understand what y'all trying to do
I brought the flutes this time, though
I unleashed the flutes on them, guru
Gimme some more music in the headphone
Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening
Let's do this thing (let's do it right this time)
H, O V A
I got my mojo back baby, oh behave
Naw, naw, don't be afraid
Y'all and your articles, hard to spit at Jay
Y'all from afar threw thoughts my way
What you thought, I would naught have nothing to say? Nope!
Y'all fell into the booby trap
I set the trap just to see dude react, and now
And now you'se can't leave
You opened the door god, I'm at you annually
And I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez
I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is
But you can't give cred to anything dude says
Same dude to give you ice and you owe him some head
(Shortyyyy!) It's time to wake up the dead
You sound a little naive in them articles that I read
H, O V A
The Blueprint 2 baby, on the way
H, O V A
I got my mojo back baby, oh behave
Can't y'all, see that he's fake, the rap version of TD jakes
Prophesizing on your CDs and tapes
Won't break you a crumb of the little bit that he makes
And this is with whom you want to place your faith?
I put dollars on mine, ask Columbine
When the Twin Towers dropped, I was the first in line
Donating proceeds off every ticket sold
When I was out on the road, that's how you judge Hov, no?
Ain't I supposed to be absorbed myself?
Every time there's a tragedy, I'm the first one to help
They call me this misogynist, but they don't call me the dude
To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects
These dudes is all politics, depositing checks
they put in they pocket, all you get in return is a lot of lip
And y'all buy the sh*t, caught up in the hype
Cause the n*gga wear a coofie, it don't mean that he bright
Cause you don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice
It just means you don't understand all the bullsh*t that he write
Is it "Oochie Wally Wally" or is it "One Mic"?
Is it "Black Girl Lost" or shorty owe you for ice?
I've been real all my life, they confuse it with deceit
Since I will not lose, they try to help him cheat
But I will not lose, for even in defeat
There's a valuable lesson learned, so it evens it up for me
When the grass is cut, the snakes will show
I gotta thank the little homie Nas for that though
Saving me the hassle of speaking to half of these a**holes
And I'ma let karma catch up to Jaz-O, whoa
I'm back before you had a chance to miss me
My mama can't save you this time, n*ggas is history
Who you know flow vicious as me?
Yet so religiously, that's why they call me Hov
I get the spoils cause the victor is me (me, n*gga)
You're an actor, you're not who you're depicted to be
The street dreamin, all y'all n*ggas living through me
I gave you life when n*ggas was forgetting you emcee
I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me
You should be happy to be in my presence, I should charge you a fee
I'm Big Dog, Glenn Rob, listen God you a flea
And the little homey Jungle is a garden to me
What's the problem B? You not as hard as me
n*gga hard as we, n*gga R O C, n*gga
That's why they follow me, they feel my pain and my agony, n*gga
I won't rest till you on one knee
You want war then it's war's gonna be, n*gga
Until you on one knee, you want war then it's war's gonna be, n*gga
|02-01-2009, 10:13 PM||#88|
Jayz have 500mill
jayz have beyonce
jayz perform for 1st black prez man also beyonce perform
nas have job, thanks to jayz
nas has spoiled milkshake
nas onlyyy dumb-ass who come to yard for milkshake
Last edited by Twista740; 02-01-2009 at 10:20 PM..
|8 years ago||'08 #90|
$1,014 | 72
Yes Jay is successful but his success stems from following EVERYTHING Nas did. Esco clothing line, The Movie Belly. Sure Nas wasnít successful in all his ventures but any good follower is going to learn from the next person mistakes and Jay was a good follower. And for those that didnít know Nas is signed to Def Jam yes, but with a contractual agreement that his actual signing with Def Jam is a partnership so stop comparing ďDollarĒ signs. Kanye is one of Jay highest selling artist and donít even have them privileges. Which is why most of the other artist ventures into other things. Nas make almost triple what the other artist at Def Jam makes even when his sh*t is a flop.
So in conclusion
Nas >>> Jay
Jay didnít even have them privileges signed to Russel. And damn Jay even copied Nas with of Marriage of Beyonce.
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Kelis >>>> Beyonce any day
Last edited by Al-Razi; 02-02-2009 at 12:20 AM..
|02-02-2009, 12:36 AM||#91|
|02-02-2009, 01:04 AM||#92|
oh and fu*k nas and jay-z im just saying
|8 years ago||'04 #95|
$13,936 | 4634
|8 years ago||'04 #97|
$10,610 | 1
Same old sh*t. at saying Jay has more money, or performing at inauguration as justification for saying he won the battle of 2001, or using that to sweep this radio clip under the rug.
You can pull out a lot of reasons why "Nas Lost", but this isn't one of them.
|02-02-2009, 11:58 AM||#98|
i bet some of the people laughing at the people sayin how jay has more money more success more sales are the same ones pointing out that pac was more successful in that pac/chino xl thread