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Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up, told brothers, "Back up," the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz 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 shit is stuck Try to cock 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 or I used to watch C.H.I.P.S., now I load glock clips. |
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I'm the motta fcker fcking somebodies daugther,
Go down stairs shake hands with her father. By Onyx. Loved Onyx in my younger days and them two lines really made me laugh.
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This is a Dre, Obie, Eminem diss to Ja Rule. check it out.
[Eminem] What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? Will you be as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? I said What you gonna do when shit hits the fan? Are you gonna stand and fight like a man? And show us you're as hard as you say you are? Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard? [Verse 1 – Dr. Dre] Niggaz is so gangsta, Niggaz is thugs Niggaz'll spend their whole life peddlin drugs Slanging dope in hopes of one day bein able To own their own label and give the game up Some niggaz came up, some just didn't That's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't Some niggaz'll get money and pay niggaz to back em So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough And that's as backwards, cuz them niggaz just gone keep coming back And that's when extortion happens You struggle to get free, I know how this shit be You deal with anything to live legitimately But you gone find if you do get in this industry It's best to be business with me than against me Niggaz get behind mics and ain't even MC's Niggaz get on MTV just to diss me This shit don't even piss me off I'm laughin all the way to the bank Watchin the satellite from a Bentley You niggaz don't even got a car You're so far under my radar I don't even know who the fuck you are To tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin The media just feeds into these feuds Tryin to add fuel to the fire. This little nigga, Ja Rule Talking bout he's gonna slap me. Nigga please You gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees I laugh at these magazines when they interview em All they doin is making fake threats to us through em And pussy you're not Pac, I knew em Pac was a real nigga, you just a fuckin insult to em It's too bad we had to fallout before he passes If he could see this shit now, he'd be whoopin your ass You're talkin to a pioneer who engineered this shit for 19 years Who you got in your ear? I don't even gotta say it, the fans know Quit tryin to be tough, nigga, you look like a asshole [Chorus – Eminem] [Verse 2 – Obie Trice] They say why don't we increase the peace The only peace increased is that which deletes your peeps Cuz niggaz run mouths but they don't run streets Till that 4 5 will cease the speech Yeah it's a shame how the beef'll creep Could've reached the peep, now you're left with a horrible leak I'm tryin to be as bleak with my speech as possible Just in case a nigga tryin to throw me an obstacle Nigga, I'm not boxin you, I'm hospitable I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you Let the doc op on you, he don't rid you? You back on the streets? I send another hit at you This is not a hypocritical issue I will critical condition your tissue Give a fuck if all ten of them wit you I throw an extra ten of them missiles Turn gangstas into gentlemen vicko And ever since Eminem dissed you I swear I see the women and bitch in you All this bickering back and forth over who signs who Curtis, pull your skirt up, nigga, you got murdered Now take it like a man and shake it off. Damn And quit tellin all these magazines your plans How you gone slap up my mans, you're ficticious Nigga, we send Stan to come murder your bitches |
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Lovely name.
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yea another hot verse was this one by 2pac Thugz mansion.
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods Seen a show with Marvin Gaye last night, it had me shook Drippin peppermint Schnapps, with Jackie Wilson, and Sam Cooke Then some lady named Billie Holiday Sang sittin there kickin it with Malcolm, 'til the day came Little LaTasha sho' grown Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home Maybe in time you'll understand only God can save us When Miles Davis cuttin lose with the band Just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last Picture a place that they exist, together There has to be a place better than this, in heaven So right before I sleep, dear God, what I'm askin Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
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I have to go for Jay-Z's last verse on ''What More Can I Say'' which i think should've been the last song on The Black Abum, i felt this should've been his last verse on his rap career.
Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag/ for like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily/ white that mean that shit you write must be illy/ Either that or your flow is silly - it's both/ I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag/ Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass/ The Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish/ Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it/ And no I'm not through with it/ In fact, I'm just previewin it/ This ain't the show, I'm just EQ'n it/ One-two and I won't stop abusin it/ To groupie girls, stop false accusin it/ Back to the music - the Maybach roof is translucent/ Niggaz got a problem Houston! Heh/ What up B, they can't shut up me/ Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride/ God forgive me for my brash delivery/ But I remember vividly what these streets did to me/ So picture me lettin these clowns nitpick at me/ Paint me like a pickany/ I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead/ Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full 'head/ I'm not the one to score points off, in fact/ I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off/ Young, Hova the God, nigga blasphemy/ I'm at the Trump International, ask for me/ I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there/ And nigga, why would I ever care?/ Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here/ Excludin nobody, look what I embody/ The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street/ A CEO's mind, that marketin plan was me/ And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times/ Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines/ And I ain't animated like say I +Busta Rhymes+/ But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines/ Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times/ Times that by my influence on pop culture/ I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list/ We'll see what happens when I no longer exist/ Fuck this! |
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TRUE.This one was deep. How about the PSA last verse now that was skill. ![]()
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Actually i'm gonna post that too:
Allow me to re-introduce myself/ My name is Hov', OH, H-to-the-O-V/ I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z/ I guess even back then you can call me/ CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!/ Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire/ I be the, music biz number one supplier/ ''Flyer'' than a piece of paper bearin my name/ Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's right/ Hov', OH - not D.O.C./ But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"/ I check cheddar like a food inspector/ My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"/ So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude/ with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace/ Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this/ I shoot at you actors like movie directors/ class, why wasn't ''P.S.A'' the intro to 'The Black Album' ? very stupid i think. |
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You've surely forgotten the John Barnes Rap from World in motion?
You know:- You’ve got to hold and give But do it at the right time You can be slow or fast But you must get to the line They’ll always hit you and hurt you Defend and attack Theres only one way to beat them Get round the back Catch me if you can Cos’ I’m the england man And what you’re looking at Is the master plan We ain’t no hooligans This ain’t a football song Three lions on my chest I know we can’t go wrong Awesome, you kids know nothing |
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Anything by the Outhere Brothers.
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