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 07-02-2007, 01:02 PM         #81
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The whole dear summer song by jay
 11 years ago '06        #82
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jay-z's reasonable doubt verse 2
 11 years ago '07        #83
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Intro One:

What dey gives you blood?
Three months man
Whatchu doin in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma
How old are you boy?
Thirteen? Damn, the bastards must be runnin outta n*ggaz to arrest

Intro: Ghostface

Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out
to all the families that went through the struggle
Yeah, from the heart
It was from the heart, everything was real

[Mary J.] All that I got is you
And I'm so thankful I made it through

[Ghostface k!llah]
Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young
Whoever thought that I'd have a baby girl and three sons
I'm goin through this difficult stage I find it hard to believe
Why my old Earth had so many seeds
But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that
I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back
Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball
Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor
Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV
Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy
We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his sh*t
She cried, and grandma held the family down
I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down
Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon he peed the bed
Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box
Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons
Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
And there was days I had to go to Tex house with a note
Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food I'm dead broke"
So embarrasin I couldn't stand to knock on they door
My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps in stores
Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper
Look Ms. Rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it k!lled me
But I remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
Case worker had her runnin back to face to face
I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes I look up at the stars and analyze the sky
And ask myself was I meant to be here... why?
Yeah, yo
 11 years ago '07        #84
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by Ghostface k!llah
album: Ironman (1996)
Intro: [from the motion picture "J.D.'s Revenge"]

That was the best fu*kin I ever had.
That's because you been dealin with Dasheese
You gotta leave? Where you goin sugar?
I got business to take care of
[Ghostface]: No sh*t.
sh*t that's my old man, sh*t!
Ya better go talk to him

[Ghostface] No smokin alarms (8X)

I'm mind shockin, body rockin, earth shakin, money makin
Sittin high, lookin fly, drinkin on the best wine...

Yo bi*ch I fu*ked your friend, yeah you stank hoe
I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my Kangol
She put me on to mega-sh*t, bout to slap the bi*ch
She shot crazy verbal, I leaned back like I'm rich
It took place late night on February 17th
Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine
Just got back from Honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cash
Girlfriend sipped the Yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
While I was on tour, wh0ore, you went to work
Quick fast, had a n*gga d*ck in the dirt
You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm
Where's you at, hoe? 'Pinky house, she put in my perm'
That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me
Remember when I long-d*cked you and broke your ovary?
You crab bi*ch, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros
I'm the first n*gga that had you watchin flicks by DeNiro
You gained crazy points, baby, just bein with God
Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard
I gave you earth lessons, I came to you as a blessin
You didn't do the knowledge what the God was manifestin
You sneaky fu*k bi*ch, your ways and actions told it all
I fu*ked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls
s3xually you worshipped my di-d*ck like a cross
I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
You was my main sh*t, my peeps showed you love on the strength
You saw how I got down, the way I thought had you tranked
But you had to fu*k this rasta-head n*gga
I shoulda slapped ya but the Gods said chilllllllll
That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab"
I'm wonderin how many times your hot got stabbed
You dumb bi*ch, horny hot fu*k from out the mountains
Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro
I got jerked, gave away my pus*y, that sh*t hurt
It feel like somebody died or shot your old Earth
But fu*k it, I fu*ked you on a chair with three legs
Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables
Whistlin to the washing machine, I threw it on spin
If your pus*y dry, spit on my d*ck and put it in
My d*ck's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak
Plus I'm conceited Starks make the biggest so-called r*pe
I'm God, cipher divine love my pus*y real fine
That means clean the FDS smell with a shine
Word up, respect that hoe
 11 years ago '07        #85
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What's happenin brown sugar? Say you look so good today
Ankle bracelet rapt around your leg
Here have a seat, complementary drinks is on me
Bartender Chevalier chateaux at table three
Luxurious rings, eyes sparkling
What's your name sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins
Your complexion gives a reflection of
sometime a black woman just need to be loved
Quiet and shy, baby girl my gift got you high
Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that file
Just jokin baby, I have a sharp sense of humor
Wish I woulda bumped into your frame a lot sooner
What's your physical degree, thirty one, thirty three
Half Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese
Seen you workin at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue
Three blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you
Yo, I'm all into older woman, who's happy livin
Love kids and, keep all up and this in the crib and
not afraid to doubt need a God on your side
We holdin hands til death do us apart and then we slide
Earring in the left side of your nose love my combo
Should have left wizard thousand times maybe tonight though
But you s3xy mothafu*ka DAMN whats the recipe
You make a n*gga wanna GOD DAMN
Can you cook darlin, at the stove you're revolvin
Bake macaroni, turkey wings, a n*gga starvin
Here take my number let me pull the chair from under
I had fun plus your backyard speak with thunder
 11 years ago '07        #86
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Verse Three: Cappadonna]
Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard
Rap para-medical the wizard
Cappadonna, never caterin' to none
My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter
You oughta five thousand back across the water
My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin', Park Hill profilin'
I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'
For violatin' my position,
I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission
Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me
'Cause I'm P-L-O T-K-O every day
Dancehall General, Party Fanatic Colonel
Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal
Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'
Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin'
When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle
I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the methtical
Every evenin', I have a by myself meetin'
Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'
From my mental slangin', bi*chin' rap twist the point of warfare
I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair
Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom
I jacked it, stripped the beat nekkid and packed it
Gimme my rewards
 11 years ago '07        #87
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Crack backs heavy on the cash all night
At the drug site we hung tight
Three o'clock in the night ounces of coke dirty kicks
Money gets low in the street yo
Tough times nickles thats bigger than dimes
You know the flavor
Ruffneck city ain't nothin sweet kid ain't nothin pretty
New york be poppin the cork on crime look at the nine
Summertime in the court house ??? sh*t whats mine
Two to four three to nine benatoned it what
We all ran coke grams, you outta luck
Young bucks carrying gats, stay fat for what
We all slipped through the po-nig nobody bust
Freeze, we in the breeze with the blunts
Nobody drop the trees or they fronts
Meet on the roof look off the front play low
Watch out for po-po thats how it go
Three in the whip, we not lagit though, run for the gusto
Peep marcel and brown comin around dippin the logo
Run! if you ever got somethin on you son
You best a run, be off the set, bounce on the projects
Cease another vick, weed in your p!ss and parol gotsta have it
Slide like a rabbit move quick this is it
Hang jump from the fire escape, i made it
Drop the clip fingerprints all on it, ah fu*k the bulets
I'm losin my pants, i advance in my speed, succeed in my travel
Dance on em, in a fu*ked up whip, make my heart skip
Caught up in the drug traffic i astounded by the outfit
One twentieth tried to knock my whole click
Run! these black boys that take none
Don't cop out sh*t, take the three six and add that sh*t
Run!... if you ever pack a nice size gun
Run!... if you sell drugs to your dun
Run!... be the fu*k out word god run hard

Beetween two cars we park, pepper got sparked
In the dark heads scramble at the six ooh
Spys lookin at you one two lookin too
How you roll what you stole let me see you
Nah fu*k you, if you wasn't a cop i might bust you, i don't trust you
Coppers lust over my crew, forget a curfew
We gather in the plaza to jerk through
Three sixty with the crime waves modern day slave
First one to peel, it's not real
Plant that as a matter of fact we crack em down
Us against brown,run fast like you ran track
Never look back push the acc on the sidewalk
Crash, toss the heat and tear
Zig zag till you reach your stash
Run!...if you sell drugs to your dun
Run! the fu*k out word to god run hard
Me and the god back to back one eighty five
And the four five survive that sh*t
n*ggas came even though i seen you rollin there bowlin in green kid
This cream'll get you rocked, knocked if you don't run
Don't grab my jacket dun get the fu*k off, break north
Or go to jail, word life is trife, on the block it's too hot
You got my man shot, n*gga run
We wylin on staten island it's one thing bein in the bing
And not smilin on the gate it's too late
Fate held you over, jakes runnin for snakes
The white rover, with the plates burn down gee street
Comin from outta state, see me in the drivers seat
Coolin without the i.d., it's not me
Babylon to the god, d-i-v-i-n-e
Run!...if you sell drugs to the dun
Run! the fu*k out, word to god run hard
 11 years ago '04        #88
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 Adewale said:
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.
Nas' verse is about haters. That isn't even one of his complex verses either.

at you not being able to interpret one of the simplest verses. Go back to your weezy fu*kin baby.
 07-02-2007, 02:37 PM         #89
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 Hurricane24 said:
The whole dear summer song by jay
on the can i live beat
 07-02-2007, 02:42 PM         #90
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Madvillain - Rhinestone Cowboy

[CODE]Hold the cold one
Like he hold the old gun
Like he hold the microphone
And stole the show for fun
Or a foe for ransom
Flows is handsome
O's in tandem
Anthem, random, tantrum
Phantom of the Grand Old Opry ask the dumb hottie
Masked pump shottee
Somebody stop me
Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy
After rockin' parties he departed in a jalopy

Watch the droptop poppy
Known as the grimy limey slimy
Try me blimey
Simply smashin in a fashion that's timely
Madvillain dashin in a beat rhyme crime spree
We rock the house like rock 'n roll
Got more soul
Than a sock with a hole
Set the stage with a goal
To have the game locked in a cage
Gettin shocked with a pole
Overthrow like throwing rover a biscuit
A lot of bi*ches think he's overly chauvanistic
Let go his d!ck if that's the case
Rats, what a waste
More cats to chase
Dogs he got em like new powers
Woke up, wrote and spit the sh*t in a few hours
Sheesh! Been unleashed since the glee club
Had your fam sayin "please make me a dub"
Well, since you ask kindly
Where he been behind the mask
Who can't find me?
You're blind in the wine zone
Leave ya mind blown when he shine with the 9
He's a rhinestone cowboy

Goony goo goo loony koo-koo like Gary Gnu of New Zoo Review
But who knew the mask had a loose screw?
Hell, could hardly tell
Had to tighten it up
Like the Drells and Archie Bell
It speaks well of the hyper bass
Wasn't even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace
Couldn't wait for the snipes to place
At least a track list in bold print typeface
Stopped for a year
Come back with thumb tacks
Pop for the beer, we're hip hop sharecroppers
Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers
He's in it for the quiche
You might as well not ask for no free sh*t, capiche?

Oh my achin hands
From rakin in grands and breakin in mic stands
Villain–his smile stuns ya chick
While he puts himself in your shoes
Run ya kicks
You heard it on the radio–tape it
Play it in your stereo your crew'll go apesh*t
Raw lyrics–he smells em like a hunch
The same intuition that tells who spiked the punch

He's truly the worsest
With enough rhymes to spread
Throughout the boundless universes
Let the beat blast
She told him wear the mask
He said you bet your sweet
Its made of fine chrome alloy
Find him on the grind
He's the rhinestone cowboy

Rakim - The 18th Letter (Always and Forever)

[CODE]What, uhh, yo
Just when things seemed the same, and the whole scene is lame
I come and reign with the unexplained for the brains 'til things change
They strain to sling slang, I'm trained to bring game
History that I arranged been regained by King James
Go to practice, with tactics, when the track hits, theatrics
Women that look like actress the status of Cleopatra's
Stacks of mathematics took the ?ego-a-geatics?
As I find out, what the facts is, for geographic
No time to sip Mo's with hostess, never mind what the total gross is
I rip shows, stay focused, and split cheese, with soldiers
While you hit trees and coast I spit flows that be ferocious
And with these explosives, I split seas for Moses
Shine permanently only my mind's concernin me
Fire burns in me eternally time's eternity
Followers turn on me they'll be in a mental infirmary
Determinedly advance technology better than Germany
Since the first days you know of, till the last days is over
I was always the flow-er, I made waves for Noah
From a compound, to the anatomy, to the breakdown of a atom
Some of my rap patterns, still surround Saturn
From the ancient hieroglyphics, to graffiti painted pictures
I study I know the scriptures but nowaday ain't it vicious
Date back I go beyond, check the holy Qu'ran
To speeches at the autobahn, now we get our party on
So being beneficent, I bless em with dialogue
They expectin the next testament, by the God
I roam through battlezones with chrome for chaperon
Blast beat with saxophones one of the baddest rappers known
Every country city and borough, sidestreet and ghetto
Isle and alley and meadow, theories thorough enough to echo
When it was one mass of land, with one nash' of man
And the whole mass was ran under one master plan
Since the world's metamorphis, and the plan is kept in orbit
Turntables we spin awkward but needles never skip off it
Rhythms we expressin similar to our ancestors
It'll answer your questions if you understand the message
From the days of the slave choppers, to the new age of prophets
As heavy as hip-hop is I'm always ready to drop it
From the mind which is one of Allah's best designs
And mines'll stand the test of time, when I rhyme


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 07-02-2007, 02:51 PM         #91
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Allow Inspecktah deck to sh*t on you AGAIN!!

Yo, aiyyo my rap style swing like Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar razor burn through shades
My grenades raid the airwaves, catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Born master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture
Limited edition composition spark friction
non-fiction, the calm bomb keep your arm distant
Zero tolerance, dominant intelligence
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
and overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter
Flies sense to flock when they spot this live n*gga
The crowd seducer black your third eye before I lose ya
Verbal high I leave stars in the eyes of Medusa
Top ten, parley like Cochran, and Sharpton
narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman
murder rap, k!ll you soft like Roberta Flack
Words attack like a British Bulldog, observe the stacks
 11 years ago '04        #92
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Me and everything around me, is unstable like Chernobyl
Ready to go at any moment, jumpin like a pogo stick
Life never lived up to my expectations, so I accept the patience
Expect the worse but now I'm pacin, back and forth
Inside I'm melting like water on wicked witches
A monster truck done came and ran over my picket fences
I had the best of life in my clinches but monkey wrenches was thrown
Like chairs kings sit on, my prayers seem to long
I fall asleep before the endin, don't even get to say Amen
I hope He understand I be on bended knees
At times, I think I'm crazy, so I say forget it
Or maybe it's the devil infiltrating and like Ridd*ck...Bowe
I've been f!ghting this since them fetus days
I count from one to twenty, when I'm through, repeat the phrase
It's just a phase, it's gon all pass, but that gets old too
I'm weakening like a deacon doin dirt
What am I supposed to do?
 11 years ago '04        #93
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Another favorite of mine

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don't need him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we r*pe our women, do we hate our women?
I think it's time to k!ll for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don't we'll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can't make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
 11 years ago '06        #94
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Joe Budden - 40 licks

p.s. if u aint heard mood musik 2 u missin out

Look I can give a fu*k about opinions, like 'em or love 'em
I never change up, if you don't like 'em then fu*k 'em
Cause I was brought up sayin' sticks and stones
Only let you know about whoever's doin' the throwin'
Dudes is far from what they pretend to be though
I done fired a few shots and got plenty of gold
Nah, if it ain't love, let's begin to be foes
Cause now my minds kind of off, I'm like Emily Rose
When I seen my first man get murdered
I took a little strike from the game like a Transit worker
Won't keep pushin' cats to get paid
And be a grown man with no acalade's
And know the truth hurts I can't fabricate
So nothings made up, just the facts I say
My son 'bout to have a brother
It's a different father, same mother, if it ain't one thing it's another
Sometimes this rap thing seems so easy
Til you home lookin' at that TV
Pissed you havin' a fit, changin' it fu*k MTV
Cause you starin' at them, thinkin' that should BE ME
The game and myself is like Jessica and Nick, 'bout to leave
The folks thought we'd never ever split
Try to work through it all that we done for eachother
Both talented but one is too dumb for the other
Let it go to its boiling point
Til it felt like one long episode of Boiling Points
But all I gots this mic and this booth while I'm in it
I figure might aswell tell the truth while I'm in it
Latifa said enjoy my youth while I'm in it
I told her I do but the proofs still tinted
I'm like an old man when no friends or family
Tryin' to cleanse whatever's left of his 'sanity
It's no happy dude here
I'm mad at the world while I'm wishing y'all Happy New Year
It's only fair somebody had one
New Year's for me always be like my last one
New year, same girl, she the same soldier
Think it's all good, probably cause I told her
But I got some resentment, sh*t that I ain't over
I don't trust baby girl far as I can throw her
Rightfully or wrongly she's gettin' quick sized
I'm on the horn askin' chicks for their tit-size
Face smilin' and there's tears in the kid's eyes
Hidin' it from hoes, by talkin' about my d*ck size
In the hood with the best of 'em
I'm still hood, just not hood like the rest of 'em
Where's the answer
Don't ask for a cig', I'm so self-centered I won't even share this cancer
Look to the sky
Talk to an invisible man and hope one day my prayers get answered
This sh*t gets hard with every pull from this cig' or cigar
More like what every lick from the gutiar
 07-02-2007, 05:33 PM         #95
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HOVA-Where I'm From

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
 11 years ago '05        #96
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 daboahmiz said:
"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

Was just gonna post that one.

This is another one of my favorites.
-AZ's verse on Life's a bi*ch.

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
fu*k whos the baddest a persons status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
Im 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 well 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 lifes a bi*ch and then you die
 07-02-2007, 06:01 PM         #97
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that AZ verse on life's a bi*ch is the truth man i aint gonna lie
 07-02-2007, 06:08 PM         #98
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[QUOTE=Str82dapnt;9929852]I got 2 that are my personal favorites:

Jay-Z "Dear Summer"

Dear summer, I know you gon' miss me
For we been together like Nike Airs and crisp tees
S dots with polo fleeces
Purple label sh*t with the logo secret
Gimme couple years, sh*t I might just sneak in
A couple words and like peaches and herb
We'll be reunited and it feels so hood
Have the whole world saying "How you still so good?"
Well I do this in my slumber summer
I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers, you know how I do summer
I drop heat, when you bring the sun up
The combo make n*ggaz act up, I pick the gun up
n*ggaz back up; they know I'm not no fronter
I don't talk sh*t, I just flip it +Un+ ya
Sorry Lance, I'm just trying to advance my quotes
I ain't making you the butt of my jokes
But let's not stray from what I came to say
To my beloved, think we need some time away
They say if you love it, you should let it out its cage
And fu*k it, if it comes back you know it's there to stay
It's tugging, at my heart, but this time apart is needed
From the public, who should've gave me the pulitz'
Instead gave me they to kiss
But you know me, thugging 'til the casket dips
But still shine light down on all my peers
I know they weird... some queer, I still want them to share
And all the success I received, I know you can't believe
I still love 'em but they don't love me
They like the drunk uncle in your family
You know they lame, you feel ashamed, but you love 'em the same
It's like when n*ggaz make subliminal records
If it ain't directed directly at me, I don't respect it
You don't really want it with Hov, for the record
I put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kid
Keep entering the danger zone
You gon' make that boy Hov put your name in a song
If you that hungry for fame, motherfu*ker c'mon
Say when, take ten paces and spin
But on another note, 'bout to take another vaca'
On another boat, goddamn a motherfu*ker rode
His way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for good
But any day you know a n*gga could
Try and play like he Suge, then I gotta play like Dutch Schultz
You pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust me
n*ggaz can't fu*k with me
I'm in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good groove
And I ain't trying to fu*k my thing up
But I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned up
Now I'm +Pulp Fiction+, Colt four-fifth and
Young n*ggaz that blast for me/blasphemy, no religion

Biggy-"Suicidal Thoughts"
[/QUOTend thread he s got it
 07-02-2007, 06:15 PM         #99
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"Like A Pimp"

David Banner

[Lil' Flip]
By the time I hit the door
I saw hoes on the flo'
n*ggas dressed in suits
Tricking all dey doe
Me imma pimp
I aint paying for no s3x
Man I'd rather buy a car
Or a new rolex
Cause I got street fame
So hoes flock like birds
I got one hoe in the range
And one hoe in the surbs'
When I hit the club
Imma be wit David Banner
A thug n*gga
Wit bad table manners
We act bad (my n*gga what is yall saying)
Like when we walk inside clubs
n*ggas hold they gal's hand
Cause they know we run trains (choo choo) all night
How could yo gal leave me
And be wit you all night
But its all right
Cause you know we don't kiss
Like Too $hort said
bi*ches aint sh*t
I tried to told ya
Dat most girls really freaks
And dis is how they gotta
make they money every week
 07-02-2007, 06:36 PM         #100
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biggie notorious thugs...

Armed and dangerous
aint too many can bang with us
straight up weed no angel
dust, label us notorious. Thug n*ggas dat love to bust, its strange to us
ya'll n*ggas be scramblin, gamblin
up in restaurants with mandolins and
violins. We just sittin' here tryin to win, try not to sin
high off weed and
lots of gin
so much smoke need oxygen
steadily countin' them Benjamins. n*gga
u should too, if u knew, what this game'll do to u
been in this sh*t since
look at all the bullsh*t l been thru
sure caught beef with u know
fu*k a few female stars or two
then a bluelight n*ggas knew like
Mike-shiiit not to be fu*k wit. Muthafu*ka betta duck quick..cuzz me and my
dogs love to buck sh*t, fu*k the luck sh*t strictly aim
go operation just to
kick da game. Spit yo' game, talk yo sh*t, grab yo gat, call your clicks,
squeeze your clip and hit the right one
pass dat weed l gotta light one
them n*ggas l gotta f!ght one
all them hoes l gotta like one
our situation is
a tight one
what u wanna do? f!ght or run? Seems to me dat you'll take thee,
Bone and Big n*gga die slowly
l'ma tell u like a n*gga told me, cash rule
everything around me. Shiiit lyrically, n*ggas can't see me, fu*k it, buy the
coke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the bi*ch before u caught yourself lovin
it--n*gga wit a Benz fu*kin it. Doesn't it seem odd to u
Big comes thru wit
mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to da Mo' Thug dudes
who's da k!lla? me or you?


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