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 10 years ago '06        #61
Adewale 15 heat pts15
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 nitetrain8601 said:
Simple minded people can't follow Nas. Don't worry though, I expected such from many Boxden users.

n*gga im not simple minded. There is a difference between complex clever word play and sayin sh*t that only make sense in your head. U talkin all this sh*t like u smart enough to understand Nas. I dear u to ask another person that is not "simple minded" wat they think Nas was trying to say in one of his verses, I bet u and him are going to have two different interptations of it. People got a tendanicy of a.ssuming that just cuz something is confusing that its creative. It just means that their sh*t dont make sense. I understand tons of people that use clever and complex word play Jay, Em, Mos Def Lupe, Common Luda, Jada, Talib, Styles. When they rap they make points. Even take Black Republicans Jay-z rapped about ONE, yes ONE subject. Wat the fukk was Nas's verse about.
 07-02-2007, 12:52 AM         #62
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malice from the clipse - i'm not u rapper
Mos Def - Thieves in the night!!!, mr. n*gga
Jay-Z - Hovi baby, Meet the parents, what more can i say, Dear summer......and the list goes on
Nas - i gave u power, the message, rewind....the list goes on
biggie - n*ggas bleed, victory, what's beef...... the list goes on
talib kweli - love language, respiration, good morning, too late.....
it's soooo many
 10 years ago '04        #63
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 youngholla said:
IMO, i have to go with Jay's 2nd verse on D'Evils -

"We used to f!ght for building blocks
Now we f!ght for blocks with buildings that make a k!lling
The closest of friends when we first started
But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted
Thinking back when we first learned to use rubbers
He never learned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's mother
My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese
She said the taste of dollars was sh*tty so I fed her fifties
About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced
So I kept feeding her money 'til her sh*t started to make sense
Who could ever forsee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties
now I'm trying to rock this bi*ch to sleep
All the years we were real close
Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were still
close
Don't cry, it is the (beat?)
In time, I'll take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evils"

"Don't cry, it's meant to be...." is the line in question.....
and oh yeah, GAME OVER....... D'Evils or the 1st verse to Regrets...


I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person
I don't wanna see em, so I'm rehearsin
with my peoples high to GM, from a remote lo-cation
in the BM, scopin the whole situation like, "Dayamm!"
Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cre-am
but one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean
It's difficult to read em, the windows to his soul
are half closed, I put the key in
Pulled off slow, hopin my people flee-in
zzzzz tried to knock the only link that tied me in
Coppers was watchin us through nighttime binoculars
This time they got us on tape, exchangin dope for dollars
Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna
Prayin my people bailed out like Time/Warner
Awaitin call, from his kin not the coroner
Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner
Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind
How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets
This time... stress... givin this sh*t up... phuck
 07-02-2007, 01:00 AM         #64
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also that freestyle jay did on funkmaster flex b4 kingdom come dropped!!! CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!
 10 years ago '04        #65
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I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
where the grams is slung, n*ggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fu*k us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fu*k they thought, those n*ggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your world was everything, So everything you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it
I from where n*ggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all



Geesh Luis!
 07-02-2007, 01:13 AM         #66
KCK 
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outkast - aquemini the whole album
 10 years ago '05        #67
FreshTaDeath 
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gza - fame ... dude is too nice on this1

They was told not to ride in Patty's +Hearse+
and stay out of Charles' +Manson+
Took Abraham's +Lincoln+ through the Todd +Bridges+ espansion
Willis +Reid+s a map that marks the spot showin
On his left George +Burns+ a blunt William's holdin
Tara +Bank+ed the money that Chaka +Khan+ed the poor
Alicia +Key+ed his car for givin Melbourne +Moore+
For the Redd +Foxx+ who bought off the block, but though twice
As Debora +Cox+ the gun cuz she beat Kelly's +Price+
When Rosa +Park+ed the truck on the farm that Kim +Fields+
Linda +Tripp+ed for tryna to walk in Lauryn's +Hills+
Water dripped outta Farrah's +Fawcett+ in the glass
She was "Superfly", Curtis +Mayfield+ her a.ss
Chris +Tucker+ to a show, Ted +Turner+ to a hoe
Robert +Diggs+ the beat, but ain't feelin the flow
But he signed it fast, for half of Johnny's +Cash+
+Nia Long+ed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
Tom +Sawyer+ at the Lucielle +Ball+ up at the foyer
He confronted Richard +Pryor+ to hiring his lawyer
Suge's +Knight+ removed the rook off the board
Donna +King+ was checked and Al +Sharpton+ the sword
 10 years ago '04        #68
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Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers
Ghetto n*gga, puttin up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, bi*ches among us
Tryin not to let this bullsh*t become us
It started from hunger, til it all went insane
Now bi*ches notice the change now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed; you dead bi*ch, the Reaper done came
I suggest n*ggaz stop speakin my name
Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin, streets keep watchin, I keep poppin
n*ggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin
Jay flow for pesos -- chase hoes NOT
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top (uh-huh)
where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
n*gga flows like none other - I'm the meanest
toughest Don Dada, the gun butt cha
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya
Motherfu*kers..
Y'all n*ggaz bout to witness a dynasty like no other
 07-02-2007, 01:19 AM         #69
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I know everybody is different, but it seem like pac sh*t just on a whole nother level. Nas and some of these other verses on hear r more rymes. Pac sh*t is so passionate and real, he aint evn realy got to ryhme. I aint saying this as fact just openion......
 07-02-2007, 02:05 AM         #70
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suicide lyrics
[Scarface]
I took my chances, but I did my dirt
And my adivce to any n*gga if you crime, then you do the works
Its givin up and step the fu*k back
Cuz in this game you can fame
You gotta start dumpin these n*ggas off your nut-sack
Im just a n*gga out the hood tryna have thangs
When I got up on my feet and screamed the brand change
And your excuse was that the money did came
My excuse was that you was to blame
Simple ??, got to show my homies love tho
I just don't fu*k around with n*ggas that I don't know
And you can take that how you wanna take it
Im from these motherfu*kin streets,
and the same rules apply in this game
you never break it
With my motherfu*king luck, fallin over the craps
And you n*ggas who wanna try to attack
We steady dyin over dumb sh*t, And me im steady losin my sleep
Cuz n*ggas aint familiar with the rules of the street, and its a

[Chorus]
suicide, its a suicide
suicide, its a suicide
its a, suicide, its a suicide
suicide, its a suicide

[Scarface]
To my n*ggas on the street cryin then (watch them haters)
If im sittin on the side-line (get your paper)
Too many n*ggas complaining pointin fingers at the problem
Thats why I hate my baby momma
im just a n*gga from the very bottom
skippin classes, throwin 8-balls into white powder
tryna get it, while the motherfu*kers gettin good
wit possibilities of gettin out my neighborhood
don't get me wrong, I had them dreams too
But the only thing you do, is get your cream too
Get your motherfu*king cream fool
n*ggas aint know about the Ange and the Alicks
First you get in, then you get out, you stuck in this game

[Chorus x3]

[Scarface]
Now when its over don't nobody cry
Just enjoy while you live life, cuz everybody got to die
When you see me i'll be hella high, beatin corners wit my top down
Checkin out the chasers in the sky, Shootin paper clips at Jupiter
The more I lie, its like im gettin stupider and stupider
Tryna make the best, out of a fu*ked up desicion
Im just a n*gga with a vision, which is to get up, get out
Gettin my props, tryna stay away from these bi*ches that jock d*ck
And move enough to move on, gotta stay true to it
Thats just the way you gotta do it
And these n*ggas here is really, dazed and don't give a fu*k when you for real
And you like it rough, n*gga what, the fu*k
Know what im sayin is real, now back the fu*k up for you get k!lled
Cuz its a..

[Chorus x3]

suicide
 10 years ago '04        #71
daboahmiz 
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ill duo........


[Verse One: AZ the Visualiza]
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
fu*k who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bi*ch and then you die

[Chorus: AZ the Visualiza]
Life's a bi*ch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bi*ch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bi*ch and then you die; that's why we get high
Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bi*ch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
--> chorus #1 echoes at the end

Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bi*ch and then you die
--> chorus #2 includes these lines, echoes at the end

[Verse Two: Nas]
I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing
The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in
My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it
One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
Don't go against the grain simple and plain
When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard
Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash
and got my first piece of a.ss smokin blunts with hash
Now it's all about cash in abundance, n*ggaz I used to run with
is rich or doin years in the hundreds
I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fu*k tomorrow
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage
 10 years ago '04        #72
daboahmiz 
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Rappers I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
I'm suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever n*ggaz talk sh*t
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
n*ggaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an a.ssassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit
Lead was hittin n*ggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn't look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my sh*t is stuck
Try to c*ck it, it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It's like the game ain't the same
Got younger n*ggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Same n*ggaz'll catch a back to back, snatchin yo' cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block gettin n*ggaz knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large n*ggaz erasin and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind

("New York state of mine" --> Rakim *repeat 4X*)

[Verse Two: Nas]
Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster -- drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs
Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks
to sell rocks, winnin gunf!ghts with mega cops
But just a n*gga, walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin
Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have n*ggaz undressin
Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bi*ches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I'm livin where the nights is jet black
The fiends f!ght to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we live dangerous
cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we're held like hostages
It's only right that I was born to use mics
and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dykes
I'm takin rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow
My rhymin is a vitamin, held without a capsule
The smooth criminal on beat breaks
Never put me in your box if your sh*t eats tapes
The city never sleeps, full of villians and creeps
That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks
I'ma addict for sneakers, twenties of buddah and bi*ches with beepers
In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya
Inhale deep like the words of my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent, to the new york state of mind
 10 years ago '04        #73
daboahmiz 
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Whattup kid? I know sh*t is rough doing your bid
When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib
fu*k it black, no time for looking back it's done
Plus congratulations you know you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flippin, talk about he acts too rough
He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
fu*king with the n*ggaz from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece?
Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach - it's bugged
Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime
Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's
at night time there's more trife than ever
Whattup with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
Say whassup to Herb, Ice and Bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my n*gga when push came to shove
One what? one love

[Verse Two]
Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York the same sh*t is goin on
the crack-heads stalking, loud-mouths is talking
hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walking
the n*gga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin somethin
word to mother, I heard him frontin
and he be pumping on your block
your man gave him your glock
and now they run together, what up son, whatever
since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease
but I heard you blew a n*gga with a ox for the phone piece
Whylin on the Island, but now with Elmira
better chill cause them n*ggaz will put that a.ss on fire
Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers
but maintain when you come home the corner's ours
On the reels, all these crab n*ggaz know the deal
When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the next V-I
I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks
Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me
he might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key
so stay civilised, time flies
though incarcerated your mind [dies]
I hate it when your mum cries
it kinda wants to make me murder, for real-a
I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love

[Verse Three]
Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack
mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts
written in school text books, bibles, et cetera
fu*k a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er
So I be ghost from my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin L's while I'm sleepin
A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
to relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible
fu*kin with the corners have a n*gga up in Bellevue
or h.d.m., hit with numbers from 8 to 10
a future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's out but shorty doo-wop
Rollin two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops
He said, "Nas, n*ggaz could be bustin' off the roof
so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these bi*ches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this little bastard
keeps me blasted he starts talkin mad sh*t
I had to school him, told him don't let n*ggaz fool him
cause when the pistol blow the ones that's murdered be the cool one
Tough luck when n*ggaz are struck, families fu*ked up
Could've cought your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed never bust up
at the crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed
Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wiping the blunts ash from my clothes
then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose
there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose
words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above
keep an eye out for jake shorty what
one love
 10 years ago '04        #74
daboahmiz 
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Gotta respect it!

Check it, my weed smoke is my lye
A ki of coke is a pie
When I'm lifted, I'm high
With new clothes on, I'm fly
Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks
Money is chips, movies is flicks
Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones
Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones
A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox
Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cop
And if you got rubbed, you got stuck
You got shot, you got bucked
And if you got double-crossed, you got fu*ked
Your bankroll is your poke, a choke hold is a yoke
A kite is a note, a con is a okey doke
And if you got punched that mean you got snuffed
To clean is to buff, a bull scare is a strong bluff
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus: repeat (2X)

"Speak with criminal slang" -Nas
That's just the way that I talk, yo
"Vocabulary spills, I'm ill" -Nas

Yo, yo
A burglary is a jook, a woof's a crook
Mobb Deep already explained the meanin' of shook
If you caught a felony, you caught a F
If you got k!lled, you got left
If you got the dragon, you got bad breath
If you 730, that mean you crazy
Hit me on the hip means page me
Angel dust is sherm, if you got AIDS, you got the germ
If a chick gave you a disease, then you got burned
Max mean to relax, guns and pistols is gats
Condoms is hats, critters is cracks
The food you eat is your grub
A victim's a mark
A sweat box is a small club, your tick is your heart
Your apartment is your pad
Your old man is your dad
The studio is the lab and heated is mad
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it

Chorus (2X)

The iron horse is the train and champaign is bubbly
A deuce is a honey that's ugly
If your girl is fine, she's a dime
A suit is a fine, jewelry is shine
If you in love, that mean you blind
Genuine is real, a face card is a hundred dollar bill
A very hard, long stare is a grill
If you sneakin' to go see a girl, that mean you creepin'
Smilin' is cheesin', bleedin' is leakin'
Beggin is bummin, if you nuttin you comin
Takin' orders is sunnin', an ounce of coke is a onion
A hotel's a telly, a cell phone's a celly
Jealous is jelly, your food box is your belly
To guerrilla mean to use physical force
You took a L, you took a loss
To show off mean floss, uh
I know you like the way I'm freakin' it
I talk with slang and I'ma never stop speakin' it
 10 years ago '04        #75
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I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab and me bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel for real
I was made to k!ll, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch as n*ggaz scattered, makin me k!ll
But what I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, n*ggaz place me in shelves
under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow heads

Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X)

How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that sh*t that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power
I made you buck wild

[Nas]
Always I'm in some sh*t, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my d*ck, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and c*ck me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to n*ggaz shock me
I see n*ggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin n*ggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place
where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's hand

Chorus

[Nas]
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear
He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf
His eyes bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm troubled him shakin
Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin
My creation was for blacks to k!ll blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin n*ggaz memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing n*ggaz is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad n*ggaz screamin, n*ggaz runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!
 10 years ago '04        #76
daboahmiz 
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Yo; I never brag, how real I keep it, cause it's the best secret
I rock a vest, prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus
in a Lex watchin Kathie Lee and Regis
My actions are one with the seasons
A tec squeezin - executioner, winter time I rock a fur
Mega popular, center of attraction
Climaxin, my bi*ches they be laughin
They high from sniffin coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sippin, Sergio Tachinni flippin mad pies
low price, I blow dice and throw em
Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan
My n*ggaz roll in ten M3's
Twenty Gods poppin wheelies on Kawasaki's
Hip-Hop's got me on some ol', sprayin shots like a drumroll
Blankin out and never miscount the shells my gun hold
I don't stunt, I regulate
Henny and Sprite, I seperate, watchin crab n*ggaz marinate
I'm all about tecs and good jooks and s3x
Israelite books, holdin government names from Ness
MC's are crawlin out, every hole in the slum
You be aight like blood money in a pimp's cum

"I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that"
"I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that..
.. for, you wack MC's"

[Nas]
Currency is made in trust of the Messiah
I'm spending it to get higher
Earth, Wind, and Fire singing reasons why I'm
up early, trustworthy is a nine that bust early
Sunshine on my grill, I spill
Remi on imaginary graves, put my hat on my waves
Latter Day Saints say religious praise
I dolo, challenge any team or solo
You must be buggin out, new to my sh*t, home on a furlough
Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up
Mafioso, gettin n*ggaz wigs sprayed up
Skies are misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
I'll one day walk into shots drunk off champange from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma
in a sentence, paragraph's indented
Bloodshot red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye
Openin cigars, let tobacco fly
Condos are tuneproof, we're looking out the sky's moonroof
sh*ttin like gin and prune juice
Yo the system wants the ****'s noose, hang em high
Courtrooms filled up, it's off the hook while I
just wrote a statement, like I'm facing twenty years
in the basement - chilling on the via with Mumia
for wearin chrome - I told the judge snakes slither
like Sharon Stone, but like Capone I'm thrown (yo)

"I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that"
"I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that..
.. for, you wack MC's"
"I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that"
"I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that..
.. for, you wack MC's"

[Nas]
Lyrical, ly-lyrical mission..
Lyrical..
Yo the time is wastin, I use the mind elevation
Dime sack lacin, court pen pacin
Individual, lyrical math abrasion
Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation
We livin in, dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives
A lifestyle where bad streets is patternized
Wise men build and destroy
While the real McCoy dopefiend, named Detroit is still dealin boy
Coke suppliers actin biased
Cause rumors say that n*ggaz wear wires and we liars
But every night the gat's fired, and every day a rat's hired
I still remain the mack flyest in the phat Kani, it's --
-- just the k!ller in me, slash drug dealer MC
Ex-slug filler, semi mug peeler
Demi, bottles of Mo', yo simply follow me flow
Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow
rough holes for cracked out pussies and buttholes
Bring the G's and the D's roll, they can't touch those
Why shoot the breeze about it, when you could be about it?
My degrees are routed, toward the peasy haired brick houses
instead of the fake medallions
Rich n*ggaz transport in thousands
Foreign cash exchange amountin to millions
Doors is locked, rocks is chopped, watch the cameras in the ceilings
Trick bi*ches catching mad feelings
Peelin off in the Lex Jeep, techniques is four-wheelin
I bet it be some sh*t when we connect with Stretch
When we catch them s3x n*ggaz with the tecs you blessed, word
So now it's on, never wasted a slug,
Time is money when it comes to mine, take it in blood
 10 years ago '04        #77
daboahmiz 
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[Nas] Yo this Esco, who this?

[AZ]
What's the deally?
I just touched grounds down in Philly
Brought a pound with me, Feds floatin around silly
Tryin to find Lynn, bi*ch supposed to be in the Benz
Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe Gwen
Should of known she was a bi*ch that we both could of boned
to post it alone, the a.ss had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels
No time for them thoughts, too much to lose
Just tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the ride
Where's your joy and pride?
You know little Des got your eyes

[Nas]
In the cut, drop-Z okay, the top's up
Left the mall bought Little Amal the toy truck
Your boy's what, three years old now, correct?
He and my daughter age neck and neck, they futures set
Trees got me wet, in the background's an old cassette
Fly Stephanie Mills sh*t
What's the deal with, all this sh*t I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop
That ain't ya stee', you usually low key with no t
I'm only goin off of what some weak bi*ch told me

[AZ]
That's some ill sh*t, hear that bi*ch go with her click

[Nas]
Yo Dunn,
I'll hit you right back cause the static is thick

[spanish speaker -> words unknown]

Chorus: Dr. Dre

We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do
Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
to make all it stick like glue, then you through
We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do
Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
to make all it stick like glue, we got you

[AZ]
We just hit the cribbo, I'm curled up on this pillow
I'm still low, hold the ill news, these n*ggaz k!lled mo'
The sh*t touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie
from a while back - same foul cats who tried to bust me
Caught 'em sleeppin, in Spanish Harlem with some Puerto Ricans
Up in Washington Heights right off the Deacon
Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's tapped
Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own back

[Nas]
Keep your eyes open - stay wide, sh*t is mind blowin
Look for any sign showin one-time is knowin
about the dynasty, sh*t is not minor leauges no more
Cats bleed in this cold war
Son we took an oath, then this life took us both
We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth
Now I'm on the car doin, headlights on
Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light storm
that's formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow?
Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other side

[Nature]
Yo son some other cats tried to ruin our plans
Sendin two decoy bi*ches with pictures of you and your man
Askin your whereabouts - I gave 'em no leads
For all the n*gga know them hoes fu*k with police

[Nas]
No sh*t I'm clickin over, I'ma tell Sos' quick
Son - them outta state bi*ches tryin to get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my hoe's stomach
Said it's no hundred, we FBI's most wanted
So play the low, change your clothes, pack your bags
Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast
 10 years ago '04        #78
daboahmiz 
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(Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine"

Uhh, it's the ten crack commandments
What, uhh, uhh
n*gga can't tell me nothin bout this coke, uh-huh
Can't tell me nothin bout this crack, this weed
To my hustlin n*ggaz
n*ggaz on the corner I ain't forget you n*ggaz
My triple beam n*ggaz, word up

(Chuck D) "One two three four five six seven eight nine"
"TEN"

I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this sh*t, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
your game on track, not your wig pushed back
Rule nombre uno: never let no one know
how much, dough you hold, cause you know
The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially
if that man fu*ked up, get your a.ss stuck up
Number two: never let em know your next move
Don't you know Bad Boys move in silence or violence
Take it from your highness (uh-huh)
I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips
Number three: never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms'll set that a.ss up, properly gassed up
Hoodie to mask up, sh*t, for that fast buck
she be layin in the bushes to light that a.ss up
Number four: know you heard this before
Never get high, on your own supply
Number five: never sell no crack where you rest at
I don't care if they want a ounce, tell em bounce
Number six: that god damn credit, dead it
You think a crackhead payin you back, sh*t forget it
Seven: this rule is so underrated
Keep your family and business completely seperated
Money and blood don't mix like two d*cks and no bi*ch
Find yourself in serious sh*t
Number eight: never keep no weight on you
Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jobs too
Number nine shoulda been number one to me
If you ain't gettin bags stay the fu*k from police (uh-huh)
If n*ggaz think you snitchin ain't tryin listen
They be sittin in your kitchen, waitin to start hittin
Number ten: a strong word called consignment
Strictly for live men, not for freshmen
If you ain't got the clientele say hell no
Cause they gon want they money rain sleet hail snow
Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up
If not, twenty-four years, on the wake up
Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up
Caretaker did your makeup, when you pass
Your girl fu*ked my man Jake up, heard in three weeks
she sniffed a whole half of cake up
Heard she suck a good d*ck, and can hook a steak up
Gotta go gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up, uhh
 10 years ago '04        #79
daboahmiz 
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one more..........


Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on n*gga, fu*k all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner

Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school new school need to learn though
I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
n*ggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
fu*kin with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
n*ggaz mad because I know that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any motherfu*ker whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

Interlude:

As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfu*kers
get live motherfu*kers

As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherfu*kers
Bad Boy motherfu*kers

Get high motherfu*kers
Get high motherfu*kers
Smoke blunts motherfu*kers
Get high motherfu*kers
Ready to die motherfu*kers
9 to 5 motherfu*kers

Verse Two:

I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
n*ggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, c*ck-sucker G's up
One false move, get swiss cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th Commandment
Thou shalt not fu*k with raw C-Poppa
Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
pus*y when I want Rolex on the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame n*gga
Brave n*gga, turned front page n*gga
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my c*ck, in the fire position and...

(Get live motherfu*kers
Ready to Die motherfu*kers)

C'mere, c'mere [it ain't gotta be like that Big]
open your fu*king mouth, open your... didn't I tell you
don't fu*k with me? [*muffled* c'mon man] Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fu*k with me?
(as we proceed) [c'mon man] Look at you now
(to give you what you need) Huh? [c'mon man]
(9 to 5 motherfu*kers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(get live motherfu*kers) bi*ch-ass n*gga, what?
(get live motherfu*kers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*]
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?
 10 years ago '07        #80
TheIncomparable  OP
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 daboahmiz said:
I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
where the grams is slung, n*ggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run
Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt some more something and you nothing check
I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fu*k us if we talked too much
So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fu*k they thought, those n*ggas is foul just like us
I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your world was everything, So everything you said you'd do
You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it
I from where n*ggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars
Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all



Geesh Luis!
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