the sh*ts on my quotes, lol

I TORE GAME APART, THOUGHT BY NOW THAT THE a**hole WOULD HAVE A CHANGE OF HEART/ SPECIALLY SINCE I GOT THE TAPE OF THIS "GANGSTA" ON CHANGE OF HEART/ TEARY EYED CAUSE HIS SHORTY HAD A CHANGE OF HEART

"FAR AS THIS KID GAME HE'S LAME, LET'S SAY THE LEAST/ MAD HE'S FROM THE WEST, SO HE CONVERTED TO THE EAST"

CURTIS YOU'RE A BUM AND YOU'RE ALMOST DONE/ SAME ARTIST YOU WAS DISSING IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU'VE BECOME/ SAW HIM AT SUMMERJAM AND ALL HE DID WAS STARE/ WALKED OUT ON STAGE, ALL YOU HEARD WAS CHAIRS/ (THEY THREW THE CHAIRS AT 'EM)

CURTIS YOU'RE A BUM AND YOU'RE ALMOST DONE/ SAME ARTIST YOU WAS DISSING IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU'VE BECOME
- Joe Budden - Big Shot

And Violate You? A Muslim Drinking Brew/ Yo n*gga Ain't No Mack 10, He A 22...lmfao,
Common - bi*ch In You

i think about the game and what its like and what would it be without you

it was written hey nas you whole damn style is bitten

me jealous of what you dont even know running round dancing in bi*ches videos

went from big to puff to snoop to jay hey jermaine whos d*ck you gone ride today

i got love for da brat get off bow wow back fu*k you fu*k the n*ggas that writting yo raps

scarface run the south mothafu*ka you a peon the under age bi*ch in the kelly tape getting peed on

nobody thinking bout you plus yo beef aint legit so please stay off the t i p of my d*ck

if games a certified gangsta, who's handin out certificates - budden

HOTTEST EVER..................

beans make u fart, kiss sh*t on n*ggas (jada dissin siegel)

Yall got no loyalty you jumping click to click/ hes a rapping prostitute he jump d*ck to d*ck/

Young Jeezy dissing gucci mane

u waker than the muthafu*ker u bit your style from
u wouldnt sell 2 copies if u pressed a double album

i heard ur single u beta make a whole new song
if they told u that sh*t was hot then they told u wrong
big l
im willin to do 2 life sentences bak 2bak
so please dont push me
u n*ggas is w-n-b-a all pu**y
game

wrldwideweapon said i heard ur single u beta make a whole new song if they told u that sh*t was hot then they told u wrong big l im willin to do 2 life sentences bak 2bak so please dont push me u n*ggas is w-n-b-a all pu**y game

those aint diss lines

"Yeah, I heard of the Boogieman when i was a youth , Scary / Then I found out that he's as fake as the tooth fairy / " - Masta Ace ( Dissin BoogieMan)

"'Cause if you go platinum, it got to do nothin with luck // It just means that a million people are stupid as fu*k..." - Immortal Technique - Industrial Revolution

(Dissin every single mainstream rapper out)

"I got a message for the n*gga that's attaccin' the throne. n*gga i'm after ya luccy charms let it be know."

T.I. on Flip

"Harlem hustler, I can't at all knock it/but you hard when you go in the Lord pockets"-Cam to Mase

"88 is you crazy? thats when i was fu*kin sophie and you was pumpin for poison/my n!gga k*lla dame woulda spit in your face"-prodigy to jay

"jigga gave you his old bentleys, now you on some sh*t"-jadakiss to beans

"fat stankin' n!gga, what bi*ch wanna lay with you?"-jadakiss to beans

Wow.


95% of the sh*t posted in here is wack as fu*k.



Please stop.

i repeat

"fat stankin' n!gga, what bi*ch wanna lay with you?"-jadakiss to beans

"I'm big dog, Glen Rob, listen god you a flea.. And ya little homie jungle is a GARDEN to me "... Hov..

Jada - I did real songs with Big, no made up sh*ts
- Since when has become cool to get shot and not shoot back

This n*gga murked 50

anything crooked i said about snoop was pretty sicc.

..5..........heartbeats..

Prodigy-
Horror scenes in Manhattan, you heard what happened\
60 gees worth of gun clappin, who shot ya?
you probably screamed louder than a opera, new york got ya
now u wanna use my mob as a crutch, what u think u cant get bucked again (once again)- (Dissin 2Pac)

Nas-
You a d*ck ridin f*g**t, u love the attention

Now u think u getting girls now cause of your looks, Negro Please!

2Pac-
Don't one of them n*ggas got sicle cells or something
you fu*k with me u fu*k around and catch a seizure or heart attack or something, you betta back the fu*k up, for you get smacked the fu*k up

n*ggas lookin like Larry Holmes flabby and sick (classic line)

2Pac at Prodigy
"Aint you Barely livin/ Dont you got sickle cell?/ See me and have a seizure on stage/
You aint feeling well, Hell !!!"

Jadakiss at Beans/Freeway
"And the baby gorrilla witchu/ He dyin for Free!"

Beanie Sigel at Jadakiss
"How you talking that Pac sh*t and you rolled with Big?"

Styles at Beanie/Jay-z/Rocafella
"How ya'll the rock, when your leader is soft?"

Nas at Jay-z
"Shawn Carter to Jay-z/ Damn you on Jaz d*ck!"

Jay-Z at Nas
"Me and the Boy Naz got more in Common...Get it more in Carmen"

ALL OF CHECKMATE.......the truth!

you n*ggas deal with emotions like bi*ches, whats sad is i love you 'cause you're my brother, You traded your soul for riches, my son i watched you grow up and be famous now i smile like a proud DAD watchin his only SON that made it. nas at jay z

Pay me a half a million, I'll consult your album
And show you how to stay off my d*ck
That's the thing I hate the most, can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name to get you some fans
No talent, you need direction; you a pu**y with a yeast infection
You unlucky, I'm your fu*kin C-section nas at haters

I found that song Whack Rappers by Afroman pretty funny. The guy bashed most rappers in the industry.

"I think you crazy, if you like Jay-z. Dont Change Clothes, Change the CD"

"Kelis, I want you to turn around, Face me. I got a milkshake for you and its tasty. Just like ur albumn."

"Real pimps get down on the flo', but i dont see a hoe, in the video. Why is David Banner, runnin from the clan? What happened to the bi*ches man? Cadillac on 22s, why is David Banner takin off his shoes? Its supposed to be about Cadillacs, not bout David bringin dead people back"

"Afroman:Trinas on T.V. Damn she cute.
His boy: Not when she rappin, press mute"

Eve might be pretty, if her attitude wasnt so sh*tty. Taking bout in her bout getting in the backdoor. She dont have a backdoor. What she talking smack for?"

ur wife is scared shes gonna lose her husband, and somebody keeps paging u putting 4,3,2,1 in - canibus to ll

the b in b real must stand for bi*ch - ice cube to b real

dialated go ask ur people how i leave u with ur 3 cds nobody sees, when there released - eminem to dialated

i could go all day with great dis lines

Eminem - The Sauce

Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was
If you could spit, then you could spit
That's it, that's what it was
Back when, motherfu*kers was straight backpackin'
Cipherin', f*ghtin' for life in this raft
For the mic to get past, and you psyched and you gasped
Then you hype, cuz you last
And you might whoop some a*s
If you lost, then you lost
Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it
When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like
The only source of life
When the mics used to mean something, a four was like
You were the sh*t, now it's like the least you get
Three and a half now just means you're a piece of sh*t
Four and a half or five
Means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas, or Benzino
sh*t I don't even think you realize
You're playing with motherfu*kers' lives
I done watched Dre get fu*ked on The Chronic
Probably cuz I was on it
Now you fu*ked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide
I said I wouldn't hold my fu*kin breath to get a five
sh*t I was right, I'da fu*kin died already tryin
I swear to God, I never lie, I bet that's why
You let that bi*ch give me that bullsh*t review
I sat and took it, I ain't look at the sh*t, we knew
You'd probably try and fu*k us with Obie and 50 too
*Hock spit*, fu*k a relationship we through
No more Source for street cred, them days is dead
Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays' head
Every issue there's an eight page Made Men spread
Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head
That I am not afraid of this fu*kin waste of lead
On my pencil, for me to write some sh*t this simple
So listen closely, as I break it down and proceed
This old G's about to get smoked like rolled weed
You don't know me or my motherfu*king mother
You motherfu*king punk
Put me on your fu*kin cover just to sell your little
Sell-out mag, I ain't mad, I feel bad
Here's an ad, here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad
You wanna talk about some sh*t that you don't know about, yea?
Let's talk about how you're puttin your own son out there
To try to eat off him because you missed your boat
You're never gonna blow, bi*ch, you're just too old
No wonder you're sore now, lordy you're bored now
I'm pushing thirty, you're kickin forty's door down
bi*ch this is war now, and you'll never beat me
All you do is cheat me out of Quotables
But you know that you'll always see me
On your TV, cuz you've got to stay up 'til
Three in the morning to see your video played once on BET
So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yea
So on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our a**hole cracks
We'll never fold or hold back, just know that
Benzino's wack, no matter how many times I say his name
He'll never blow jack
You're better off tryin to bring RSO back
Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back
It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion
So half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston
Bullyin and bossin Dave like a slave
They completely brainwashed him and forced him to stay
Locked in his own office
Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York
And it's pitiful, cuz I would have never said sh*t if you'da
Kept your mouth shut, bi*ch, now what?
Hit it Clue, spit it Slay, new sh*t, exclusive
Yo Lantern, yo Who Kid, you know what to do with this
Use it, I'm through, this is stupid
I can't believe I stooped to this bullsh*t to do this
And who you callin a bi*ch... bi*ch?
You OWE me

^^^if u understand wut he talkin about, then u gotta love dis