Tracey Lee Tells Story How Jay Z Was In Biggie Session And Swagger Jacked Him! |
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Did he go to law school before or after being a rapper?
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Tracey Lee wisened up and used his money to fund a trade. At least he's not on The Art Of Dialogue clout chasing for some new life... Dru Down and Keith Murray both looked dusty on there airing out their bedroom tales. | |
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![]() “ I'm not a biter, I'm a writer For myself and others I say a B.I.G. verse I'm only biggin' up my brother, Biggin' up my borough, I'm big enough to do it, I'm that thorough Plus I know my own flow is foolish, So the rings and things you sing about Bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth” cut the sh*t. Jay will forever be hated on. |
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I remember Big verse on Tracey lee and I remember jay saying it too but what song was it ?
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Verse 1
fu*k that I preach it my nine reaches The prestigious cats who speak this Willie sh*t Flood in pieces my hand releases snatches Smackin cabbage half a*s rappers shouldn't have it So I grab it never run the out come is usually a beat down brutally fu*k who you be or where you from West or East coast squeeze toast leave most in the blood they layin in, ask Tray and them Verse 2 What, what, what, the rings and things you speak about bring em out, it's hard to yell with my bat round in your mouth, its more than I expected I thought them jewels was rented, but they wasn't So run it, cousin, I could chill the heat does it Ran up in your shell about a dozen, you never seen bank like Frank White, ya hand clutchin ya chest plate contemplates, bout to die n*gga wait Keep ya hands high Verse 3 I got a new mouth to feed, I'm due south with keys y'all pick seeds out y'all weed, I watch cowards bleed Motherfu*ker please, it's my block with my rocks fu*k the hip-hop, them one-two's and it don't stop Me and my n*gga Lance, took him and Cease in vans Bought ten bricks, four pounds of weed plants from Branson, now we lamp in, twelve room mansions bi*ches get nekkid off Get Money, Playas Anthem Don't forget One More Chance and, my other hits Other sh*t n*ggaz spit be counterfeit Robbing come naturally, in and out like fu*kin rapidly Pass the gat to me Make his chest rest where his back should be fu*kin blasphemy, blast me, your family rest in coffins Often, Franquiza, far from soft or fragile, uh Play hard like Reggie Miller, rapper slash dope dealer slash guerilla, slash illest turn iller So n*gga keep ya hands high Props to Tracey Lee really dope track |
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Was just talking about Tracy Lee...
Used him as an example to contrast Biggie, after someone said BIG wasn't top 5 because of longevity. If the records still ring off, then that is longevity. A n*gga hanging around or showing face, isn't longevity. However, if you're still making waves or your work stands the test of time. |
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