"Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet
I'm like beef, bustin heat through your windows
I'm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper
Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers
I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for
Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would cry for
I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money
Corporate accounts from a rich company
Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare
at the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North
before we get the four pounders, and take their face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for
the fronters, wannabe ill niggaz and spot runners
Thinkin it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em
and leave em done, won't even run about Gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street corner
Pullin a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure
As I look up at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
I'm shakin and they breakin tryin to save the Dogg
Pumpin on my chest and I'm screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see demons
Dear God, I wonder can ya save me
I can't die my Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby
I think it's too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
"Bring your lifestyle to me I'll make it better"
How long will I live?
"Eternal life and forever"
And will I be, the G that I was?
"I'll make your life better than you can imagine
Or even dreamed of so relax your soul,
Let me take control, close your eyes my son"
My eyes are closed.
- Snoop Doggy Dogg
All Eyez on Me
-I Got My Mind Made Up- "Meth verse"
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice,
grab my gun powder and my musket, blaaw!
Melons, get swellons,
I paint mental pictures like Magellan,
Half of my Clan, repeat Felons,
niggas best protect they joints for 9-nickle, (95)
Man, I, stay on point like I-cicles,
Now who wanna test Tical, come test Tical,
All up in yo muthuf*ckin mouth,
headbanger boogie,
catch me on tour wit Al Dougie,
Method Man roll too tight, you can't pull me,
better take one and pass or that's that a$$,
your vital statistics are low, and fallin' fast,
Johnny Blaze, out to get loot, like Johnny Cash,
Play a game of Russian Roulette, and have a blast.
"Slicin' Your Wrists"
[Hook: scratching of the lines]
"Anyone!"
"Act out and probably get a bruise"
"Step out of place, they get slap in they face"
[x3]
[Verse 1]
The date was approximately October 17th
Just finished my four forty and sparked my eleventh beef
I sit on the Charles river the temperature falls I shiver
Wid a false sense of mind from bottles that scarred my liver
So we rally troops, and roll to Harvard Square in browsy groups
Thinkin' shall we scoop girls wid booties as ripe as Cali fruit
We get there, one of the best pair of fellas I know
Bat & One scat to gone to unborn pain
To drain the lizard see this dame exquisite
Now peep my game I hit it later right now
My crew pushin' through, lookin' like somethin' major's happenin'
Seein' how they be, wid One in back of 'em
They told me that some kids up in the bathroom was harrassin' em
Spotted em and went after them, and when we catchin' em
We tappin' them on the shoulder and then my soldiers are askin' em
Were they talkin' thrash they said no and started walking fast
Knocked his ass flat on the ground he got his nostril slashed
And left one cat standin' so my man turned around and back
handed not lookin' I heard the smack landin'
And then we step from the scene thinkin' we extra mean
Next we see the cats we beefed wid, come back wid extra team
[Hook]
In life there's many situations
Which can lead to confrontation
Take the time for contemplation
Try to end it with a conversation
Cause the complications which evolve
Get you torn without the need to spit revolver shells
Miguel remembers back when I was young
We would fight wid our fist
And now these kids'll crack ya lung
Wid a pipe or a brick
And all the sons pack a gun
will take ya life wid a clip
So no gettin' in a fight is like slicin' ya wrists
[Verse 2]
They came back with a football team to be exact
The one was so tall that I could barely see the cat
He squared up he said hit me and see what happens
An open invite to fight boy you better believe I'm scrappin'
So I wound up, and then I gave his face a pound what
He on the ground completed because his beef was ground up
I turned around ducked a sucka punch I'm about to knuckle up
When one junior snuck in an uppercut
And G came flyin' wid dreadlocks, threw him in a headlock
Kicked his lips 'til they bigger than a breadbox
Soon they called in the riot squad
they tryin' hard to break it up
Kids punchin' pigs leavin' they bacon cut
They shakin' up they cans of pepper mace
Once cop wet my face two boys grabbed me we had to jet the place
My boy One got caught you know he's lyin'
He's like Sir, I was just passing through
When punches started flyin'
Washin' my eyes in the sink they burnin' and pink
To think, I almost spent a night in the clink
And then I paged my crew told 'em meet me at the crib
Y'all know where the pad at kid
We bout to smoke a fat ass blizz
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
And yo, we got home not more than bout four
Mattresses laid out on the floor like savages
we crashed the backdoor
My man asked for a bandage cause his hand was hurtin'
And his shirt and elbow rip
heads told me the big fellow hit wit my fist
Son he had a seizure in the pit
When spit dripped out his lip
We kicked the shit out his click
And not one of us got arrested
While half the fools we dusted in the duel
They holdin' in the cooler clutchin' swollen medullas
When we rolled into the school the next day
I heard my friends say damn son you served they ass a proper chunk
They tried to play you but you got the punks
I told 'em that's right
boy we the click it ain't no stoppin' us
But that was back in the days
Now these ***** ass, actors will blaze
They roll packin' a guage
So the moral's don't fight
I won't front it was a dope night
But when involved wid violence ya liable to get ya throat sliced
[Hook x2]
-Virtuoso
ha ^
I liked that
and once again it's big G
runnin' a number racket,
wearin' Pele jackets,
fast loot tactics,
im well up in the millionaire bracket,
the Boss of all bosses,
i have a fortune in a fortress,
corridors with Olympic torches and Mona Lisa Portraits,
Jacuzzis and Sauna's and eatin steak at Benni Hana's,
Bentlys, limosines in front yard,
stream is full of Piranahs,
im set, apoliget, i drink alot of becks,
get alot of sex,
Condo and Duplex, diamond infested Rolex,
The life of a grimer, wit more units that silver china,
sippin' on fine-a wine-a,
you'll see more shines than diamond mine-a's
The Hynes, kinpin of heroine, i'm thorough when I have to bring the terror in,
handle business in each and every burough and town and city,
I'm rollin' like Frank Nitty,
Im rich and pretty,
lol, song's mad materialistic..
Originally posted by -hh-
Cassanova brown levitatin jiggy in da shiggy's
In la hotta Car 54 chasin diamond runners
Headin ice bound, where every chilla dime can get
Your Harlem buck strut freezin world hice Hollywood
Madame Butterfly let me in your house of pleasure
From the knuckle swat shadowboxin catchin black-eye blues
Who's that?
"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 gunfights with mega cops"
"But just a nigga, 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 niggaz 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 bitches 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 fight 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 shit 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 bitches 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"
^IT'S THAT REAL!
Originally posted by P, that Dudethumbup
"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 gunfights with mega cops""But just a nigga, 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 niggaz 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 bitches 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 fight 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 shit 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 bitches 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"^IT'S THAT REAL!
Prodigy
"Infamous"
I got, lots of love for my crew, that is,
No love for them other crew and rival kids,
all you outta town ni**as know what time it is,
and if they don't they they need to buy a watch, word up,
caught up in a cross-fire get theyself hurt up,
while I'll be sippin' Gin str8 in a plastic cup,
on a park bench, on 12th St. my whole crew is famous,
you try to bust your gat and keep it real, but you nameless,
1st of all slow down you on the wrong route,
lemma put you on you feet and show you whats it all about,
the street life, ain't nothing to play with, no jokes no games kid,
for years ive been doin' the same sh*t just,
drinkin' liquor, doin' bids, extortin crackheads,
and stickin' up the stick up kids.
"Is it possible for me to succeed?
Without selling my soul, for the wrong price?
Time spinning backwards, my life in turnaround
Am I worth less when I'm not dissing?
I got so much more beneath the surface!
If you would listen you'd become immersed with
Words of one of the most thought-provoking cats you could converse with
Break bread and share a verse with
If we die share a hearse with, it's my 15th anniversary
Of my passion for writing
But you deem perfection in its own right
Or when I'm in the zone tight
Holdin' on with all my might, kneeling clutching rosary beads
Write and inscribe, fighting to keep my manchild inside alive
But I'm...too lost in anger
Trying to harmonize and become one with the moments
That I'm standing in abandoning aborted theories of life
Fury and strife, pestilent landscapes in the deserts of my mind
Trying to find the oasis.....my flow so racist
I don't want to die holding these 4 aces
I'm known in most places (for what?)
For having lyrics that can fill 8007 whole book cases
But still I don't speak!
I hate people more and more each day
But today I hate them like it's next week!
And still I didn't peak, verbally
Kind of like I'm playing hide and seek
Who will be the one to murder me?
I take it back to Jersey, where I'm treated like clergy
Rhyme through a stethoscope in my open heart surgery
I make the sky bleed Burgundy
I'm about to change my name to Earthshock
because you niggaz think the world of meshock"
Chino XL thumbup
i hope his mainstream album doesn't have garbage lyrics 😬
Slow down little nigga
Don’t exceed your speed
Cuz I will put g's on they fitted like the Negro league
I got connects so I don’t need no weed
I’ve been in LA for a year now
So I don’t see no seeds
After I’m done you clappin’ the crew
Hell yeah, I f*ck fans
Guess what your favorite rapper does too
In a minute I’ma have the jeweler makin’ my ring spin
My crew run wild like they Jamaican’s in Kingston
Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy
That’s why my neck shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore
I done find a nympho as soon as I pop her bra
She at my balls head first like a soccer star
-Lloyd Banks "Poppin Them Thangs"