What are your favorite lyrics?
I like "Quit your yappin before i get to clappin and have your body parts mix and matchin...fella)
"I'm heavy in the street like the 7 series Beama
Man, hit 'em with the Nina man
Or that 4/5th guaranteed to lean ya man (Whoa)
I'm the reason that your block is vacant
Malicious will hit ya just to make a statement
Bitch! Clipse and Cash Money who aint rich
Don't compare me to you nigga you aint this (Whoa)"
Both by clipse.
Theres more but thats just a couple.
Favorite Lyrics
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Favorite Lyrics
by Ruff Ryder on Mon Sep 29, 2003 10:05 am
'Retired'
"You can’t drive a knife into a man’s back nine inches, pull it out six inches, and call it progress."-Malcolm X
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by ThisizaJackMove on Mon Sep 29, 2003 10:38 am
"Go Figure Greatest Lyricist of the year is a white boy and the greatest golfer a confused n!gga."
"My third eye be the equivalent of the alpha red pi/
So if I give you a piece of my mind, Its multi-plied times infini/
Spiritually elevate so high, commit drive-bys while I sky-dive/
Sit for my times, perform sh!t only concieved in Sci-Fi, So why try testin/
It's boom-ba-ba, Mr. Ice grill guy/
You Must be lookin somewhere else like Biggie Smalls lazy eye."
"10 Times more likely to carry a concield weapon, and have a high school diploma/
With no faith in Jehova, Screaming in God We Trust, bustin' outta Range Rovers/
You bubble like carbonated soda, your games over/
Use the dark side of the force and still blame Yoda."
"Lyrically I smoke whoever it may concern/
Even wearing a 21 milligram patch of nicoderm"
"Jacked in the bathroom like come off that chain/
And stomp a n!gga brain on the toilet bowl frame."
"Spite Commercials, Video directed by Hype/
Offered a role in that new movie from Spike/
Bleached my teeth white, body like DeAngelo/
Slowed down my flow wanna be a sex symbol/
R&B Gangsta got the formula locked/
N'Sync on the hook cause we takin' it pop/
Produced by Teddy Riley, featuring Lil Kim/
Got dissed by Eminem, said I dressed real feminen/
First week out, did real low numbers/
Forty Thousand units next week it went under/
By the third week, considered a flop/
Owner aint returning my calls, dawg I got dropped"
"Wit a suicidal groupie in a jacuzzi, pullin my shorts down/
Givin me underwater head until I nut and she drown"
"I take aim gats I spit at your frame/
I spit butane lyrically, and sh!t on your fame"
"Know how we do, every day like a paid vacation/
The sky is not the limit, we paper chasin and spacin"
-A Few Tight Ras kass lyrics
"Tell em the basics, basically break the matrix and just for kicks make em gel like Asics"
-MF Doom
"My third eye be the equivalent of the alpha red pi/
So if I give you a piece of my mind, Its multi-plied times infini/
Spiritually elevate so high, commit drive-bys while I sky-dive/
Sit for my times, perform sh!t only concieved in Sci-Fi, So why try testin/
It's boom-ba-ba, Mr. Ice grill guy/
You Must be lookin somewhere else like Biggie Smalls lazy eye."
"10 Times more likely to carry a concield weapon, and have a high school diploma/
With no faith in Jehova, Screaming in God We Trust, bustin' outta Range Rovers/
You bubble like carbonated soda, your games over/
Use the dark side of the force and still blame Yoda."
"Lyrically I smoke whoever it may concern/
Even wearing a 21 milligram patch of nicoderm"
"Jacked in the bathroom like come off that chain/
And stomp a n!gga brain on the toilet bowl frame."
"Spite Commercials, Video directed by Hype/
Offered a role in that new movie from Spike/
Bleached my teeth white, body like DeAngelo/
Slowed down my flow wanna be a sex symbol/
R&B Gangsta got the formula locked/
N'Sync on the hook cause we takin' it pop/
Produced by Teddy Riley, featuring Lil Kim/
Got dissed by Eminem, said I dressed real feminen/
First week out, did real low numbers/
Forty Thousand units next week it went under/
By the third week, considered a flop/
Owner aint returning my calls, dawg I got dropped"
"Wit a suicidal groupie in a jacuzzi, pullin my shorts down/
Givin me underwater head until I nut and she drown"
"I take aim gats I spit at your frame/
I spit butane lyrically, and sh!t on your fame"
"Know how we do, every day like a paid vacation/
The sky is not the limit, we paper chasin and spacin"
-A Few Tight Ras kass lyrics
"Tell em the basics, basically break the matrix and just for kicks make em gel like Asics"
-MF Doom
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by madskillionaire on Mon Sep 29, 2003 11:37 am
favorite lyrics eh? darn i have so many, but i'll show yall a few
Nas - I Gave you Power[/b
Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz 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 niggaz 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
[b]Mos Def - Mathematics
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like
sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home
i got a lot more that i cant think of...so...i'll be back
Nas - I Gave you Power[/b
Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz 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 niggaz 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
[b]Mos Def - Mathematics
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like
sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free
40% of Americans own a cell phone
so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home
i got a lot more that i cant think of...so...i'll be back
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by madskillionaire on Mon Sep 29, 2003 11:43 am
oh yeh...i just remembered some others from this one cat called Copywrite...he is just...sickness....
My skin is made of the sharpest and thinnest blades
My notebook's more amazing than the one Guinness made
So when I rock what's not to like
I use your rhymes as an example of what not to write
Piercing me in the eyes is like staring at the sun for a minute or 3
You'll close your eyes blink and still see an image of me
I'll eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose
Try again and get ate 4 times like 32
and whats so crazy about this guy is, that all of his songs are 90% of these types of crazy lyrics...genius i tell you! genius!
My skin is made of the sharpest and thinnest blades
My notebook's more amazing than the one Guinness made
So when I rock what's not to like
I use your rhymes as an example of what not to write
Piercing me in the eyes is like staring at the sun for a minute or 3
You'll close your eyes blink and still see an image of me
I'll eat you twice, invite you back for thirds to lose
Try again and get ate 4 times like 32
and whats so crazy about this guy is, that all of his songs are 90% of these types of crazy lyrics...genius i tell you! genius!
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by Jackal on Mon Sep 29, 2003 12:18 pm
Rabitt Run
[Verse 1]
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like im surrounded by a wall of bricks
Everytime I go to get up, I just fall in pits
My life's likes one great big ball of sh*t
If I could just, put it all in the all I spit
Instead of always trying to swallow it
Instead of staring at this wall and sh*t
While I sit, writers block, sick of all this sh*t
Cant call it sh*t, all I know is im about to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom’s alcoholic fits
This is it, last straw, that’s all, that’s it
I aint dealing with another f*ckin politic
Im like a skillet bubbling until it filters up
im about to kill it, I can feel it building up
blow this building up, I’ve concealed enough
my cup runneth over, I dun filled it up,
the pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
well imma show you what, you gonna feel my rush
you don’t feel it, then it must be too real to touch
p, im about to tear sh*t up
goosebumps, yeah, imma make your hairs sit up
yeah sit up, imma tell you who I be
imma make you hate me, cos you aint me
you wait, it aint too late to finally see
what you closed-minded f*cks, what you blind to see
whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee
out this world, aint no one out there mind as me
u need peace of mind? Here’s a piece of mine
all I need’s a line,
but sometimes I don’t always find the words to rhyme
to express how Im really feeling at that time, yea
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
just sometimes, it’s always me
how dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half-assed rhyme, with this half-assed piece Of paper,
[Verse 2]
im desperate at my desk
If I could just get the rest of this sh*t off my chest again
Stuck in a slum, can't think of nothing
F*ck im stuck, but wait, here comes something
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
drink a lid up and throw the sh*t out
im fizzling out, thought I figured it out
ball’s in my court, but im scared to dribble it out
im afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade?
Sign that I spit to the grave, real enough to rowl you up
Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want
Ima switch, hit a b*tch, jimmy smith aint a quitter
ima sit it here till i get enough of me to finally hit
a f*cking boiling point, put some oil on your joints,
flip the coin b*tch, come get destroyed,
an emcees worst dream, i make em jinx,
they hate me, see me and shake like a changling fence,
by the looks of em you would swear that jaws was comin,
by the screams of him, you would swear im sawwin someone,
by the way they running, you would swear the law was comin,
Its now or never, and tonight its all or nothing,
mama jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said hed be back,
he pinky promised, i dont think hes honest,
ill be back baby, i just gotta beat this clock
f*ck this clock, ima make them eat this watch,
dont believe me watch, ima win this race,
and ima come back and rub my sh*t in your face b*tch,
i found my nitch, you gunna hear my voice,
till ur sick of it, you aint gunna have a choice,
if I gotta scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance ill grab it, Rabbit Run...
and that song..ehm I am whatever you say I am both by Eminem, the kid's been through his share of shit and came out of it victorias, gotta admire em.
[Verse 1]
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits
I feel like im surrounded by a wall of bricks
Everytime I go to get up, I just fall in pits
My life's likes one great big ball of sh*t
If I could just, put it all in the all I spit
Instead of always trying to swallow it
Instead of staring at this wall and sh*t
While I sit, writers block, sick of all this sh*t
Cant call it sh*t, all I know is im about to hit the wall
If I have to see another one of mom’s alcoholic fits
This is it, last straw, that’s all, that’s it
I aint dealing with another f*ckin politic
Im like a skillet bubbling until it filters up
im about to kill it, I can feel it building up
blow this building up, I’ve concealed enough
my cup runneth over, I dun filled it up,
the pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts
you think all I do is stand here and feel my nuts,
well imma show you what, you gonna feel my rush
you don’t feel it, then it must be too real to touch
p, im about to tear sh*t up
goosebumps, yeah, imma make your hairs sit up
yeah sit up, imma tell you who I be
imma make you hate me, cos you aint me
you wait, it aint too late to finally see
what you closed-minded f*cks, what you blind to see
whoever finds me is gonna get a finders fee
out this world, aint no one out there mind as me
u need peace of mind? Here’s a piece of mine
all I need’s a line,
but sometimes I don’t always find the words to rhyme
to express how Im really feeling at that time, yea
sometimes, sometimes, sometimes
just sometimes, it’s always me
how dark can these hallways be?
The clock strikes midnight, one, two, then half past three
This half-assed rhyme, with this half-assed piece Of paper,
[Verse 2]
im desperate at my desk
If I could just get the rest of this sh*t off my chest again
Stuck in a slum, can't think of nothing
F*ck im stuck, but wait, here comes something
Nope, not good enough, scribble it out, new pad,
drink a lid up and throw the sh*t out
im fizzling out, thought I figured it out
ball’s in my court, but im scared to dribble it out
im afraid, but why am I afraid, why am I a slave to this trade?
Sign that I spit to the grave, real enough to rowl you up
Want me to flip it, I can rip it any style you want
Ima switch, hit a b*tch, jimmy smith aint a quitter
ima sit it here till i get enough of me to finally hit
a f*cking boiling point, put some oil on your joints,
flip the coin b*tch, come get destroyed,
an emcees worst dream, i make em jinx,
they hate me, see me and shake like a changling fence,
by the looks of em you would swear that jaws was comin,
by the screams of him, you would swear im sawwin someone,
by the way they running, you would swear the law was comin,
Its now or never, and tonight its all or nothing,
mama jimmy keeps leaving on us, he said hed be back,
he pinky promised, i dont think hes honest,
ill be back baby, i just gotta beat this clock
f*ck this clock, ima make them eat this watch,
dont believe me watch, ima win this race,
and ima come back and rub my sh*t in your face b*tch,
i found my nitch, you gunna hear my voice,
till ur sick of it, you aint gunna have a choice,
if I gotta scream till I have half a lung,
If I have half a chance ill grab it, Rabbit Run...
and that song..ehm I am whatever you say I am both by Eminem, the kid's been through his share of shit and came out of it victorias, gotta admire em.
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by ThisizaJackMove on Mon Sep 29, 2003 12:45 pm
"Ya see somewhere in-between the old school and the new school/
A master of the next school came to teach the now school/
Cause Business class was steady playin' old trick on new fools/
So everybody rocks jewels, but can't nobody drop jewels/
One track minded, blinded, thinking only pops cool/
Supply and demand rules, replaced my A&R rules/
A scholar of the next school, wo wasn't tryin to hear that/
So principals and teachers abroad began to fear that/
'If this guy makes an impact on the students that we play/
They'll end up havin' way too much control over thier grades/
See grades will equal status for power so just like college/
You're so caught up in letter grades, you skip the F'in' knowledge/
See that's how music power shows you listenin of the maker/
And they's why music makin shows you listnin of the faker/
So when the listener, graduates to be an artist/
You still enslaved by the principles becase they're heartless/
First they make you imitate another man's skill/
Now you use your power for another man's will/
Move the crowd's mental when they tell you sit still/
Move the crowds pockets instead to get the bread/
Yeah that's what the students gather from what the principal said/
They make you think the world bleeds green instead of red/
But class is in session now so all that stuffs dead/
I'm comin through with knowledge and wisdom to fill your head."
-J-Live from the song School In
"I heard Justice was blind, when Uncle Sam f!cked her/
I heard she came when he whispered he loved her/
Young and Nieve she thought nothing of it/
And respecting her, He thought nothing of it/
I just want to get my point across like Jesus(pronounced He-sus)/
So I look to the sky like Hey Zeus/
You got answers, Cause I got questions/
Fold my arms peep the clouds and recieve lessons/"
-Vast Aire from the song Why is The Sky Blue?
"And NFL Rookies with that cash to spend/
Will do anything and all to get that @ss to bend/
And ya'll know they stats when the walk in the room/
He pushed up, but who's really talkin to whom/
I know, Jay-Z Showed you how to do this hun/
Now you runnin 'round the clubs like oou this fun/
And dude might not be the cutest one/
But you're girls like, u might have to do this one/
All for the Prada Louie, Gucci, Chanel/
For the right price even got the coochie for sale"
-Masta Ace on Gimmie Gimmie Gimmie
The following are all from J-Zone
"30 inch dubbs on the pinto, I tell b!tches i'm poor/
Only dime they get from me is an assist on the court/
Cause tricks is for point guards, ballin up in the Rucker league/
My bank stop, when in a tank top, I can't even keep tricks up my sleeve/
Go on dates, don't spend no papes/
Still I get blown like f!cked up Nintendo tapes" <<<(One of the sickest lines I eva heard)
"F!ck it I won't lie, my ride is a joke/
No Pipes, No System, No Rims, No Spokes/
A Cassette got stuck up in the deck last week/
So I keep a boombox on the passenger seat/
AC's on strike, so it's murder in Summer/
No Benz, No Lex, I never heard of No Hummers/
Duct Tape keeps the seals in place/
Puttin your fingers on the knobs thats the only way U feelin the bass/
Headlight's is broke, so I stay gettin tickets/
I drive a peice of Sh!t ride, but I stay gettin b!tches/
But lately, Baby & Puff, done made it rough/
A 93' Mazda Protege just aint enough/
Cause Cat's get on MTV Cribs & floss/
But everytime I hit a bump my sh!t cuts off/
And my broad run her mouth when she ride wit a brother/
Cause I drowned out Usher, with the sound of the muffler/ (Can't hear Usher)"
[/quote]
A master of the next school came to teach the now school/
Cause Business class was steady playin' old trick on new fools/
So everybody rocks jewels, but can't nobody drop jewels/
One track minded, blinded, thinking only pops cool/
Supply and demand rules, replaced my A&R rules/
A scholar of the next school, wo wasn't tryin to hear that/
So principals and teachers abroad began to fear that/
'If this guy makes an impact on the students that we play/
They'll end up havin' way too much control over thier grades/
See grades will equal status for power so just like college/
You're so caught up in letter grades, you skip the F'in' knowledge/
See that's how music power shows you listenin of the maker/
And they's why music makin shows you listnin of the faker/
So when the listener, graduates to be an artist/
You still enslaved by the principles becase they're heartless/
First they make you imitate another man's skill/
Now you use your power for another man's will/
Move the crowd's mental when they tell you sit still/
Move the crowds pockets instead to get the bread/
Yeah that's what the students gather from what the principal said/
They make you think the world bleeds green instead of red/
But class is in session now so all that stuffs dead/
I'm comin through with knowledge and wisdom to fill your head."
-J-Live from the song School In
"I heard Justice was blind, when Uncle Sam f!cked her/
I heard she came when he whispered he loved her/
Young and Nieve she thought nothing of it/
And respecting her, He thought nothing of it/
I just want to get my point across like Jesus(pronounced He-sus)/
So I look to the sky like Hey Zeus/
You got answers, Cause I got questions/
Fold my arms peep the clouds and recieve lessons/"
-Vast Aire from the song Why is The Sky Blue?
"And NFL Rookies with that cash to spend/
Will do anything and all to get that @ss to bend/
And ya'll know they stats when the walk in the room/
He pushed up, but who's really talkin to whom/
I know, Jay-Z Showed you how to do this hun/
Now you runnin 'round the clubs like oou this fun/
And dude might not be the cutest one/
But you're girls like, u might have to do this one/
All for the Prada Louie, Gucci, Chanel/
For the right price even got the coochie for sale"
-Masta Ace on Gimmie Gimmie Gimmie
The following are all from J-Zone
"30 inch dubbs on the pinto, I tell b!tches i'm poor/
Only dime they get from me is an assist on the court/
Cause tricks is for point guards, ballin up in the Rucker league/
My bank stop, when in a tank top, I can't even keep tricks up my sleeve/
Go on dates, don't spend no papes/
Still I get blown like f!cked up Nintendo tapes" <<<(One of the sickest lines I eva heard)
"F!ck it I won't lie, my ride is a joke/
No Pipes, No System, No Rims, No Spokes/
A Cassette got stuck up in the deck last week/
So I keep a boombox on the passenger seat/
AC's on strike, so it's murder in Summer/
No Benz, No Lex, I never heard of No Hummers/
Duct Tape keeps the seals in place/
Puttin your fingers on the knobs thats the only way U feelin the bass/
Headlight's is broke, so I stay gettin tickets/
I drive a peice of Sh!t ride, but I stay gettin b!tches/
But lately, Baby & Puff, done made it rough/
A 93' Mazda Protege just aint enough/
Cause Cat's get on MTV Cribs & floss/
But everytime I hit a bump my sh!t cuts off/
And my broad run her mouth when she ride wit a brother/
Cause I drowned out Usher, with the sound of the muffler/ (Can't hear Usher)"
[/quote]
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by Wall St. Peon on Mon Sep 29, 2003 2:48 pm
"On The Roof Again"
In the throws of young love Leroy
Didn't think to think and in the blink of an eye
Tied the knot not knowing how to not know
He was the prodigal son this girl had brought him home
He moved out of his step dad's apartment
He moved in with this cute Guatemalan
Things were copasetic 'til she caught him
Things were cool and collected 'til she found him erected with another
Shit went bad he's on the roof again
She flipped, he flipped the bird
And then he went to the roof where his threats ring loud and clear
Gonna jump gonna jump gonna die this year
Got screwed by the horse that he rode in on
Riding high on his whims had only gotten him down
He moved back to his step dad's apartment
Where he put himself back together 'til
She came back he's on the roof again
She flipped, he flipped the bird
And then he went to the roof where his threats ring loud and clear
Gonna jump gonna jump gonna die this year
Your heinous highness broke her hymen hey man try to quit your crying
I know she broke your heart but try to come try to come down
Shit went bad he's on the roof again
She flipped, he flipped the bird
And then he went to the roof where his threats ring loud and clear
Gonna jump gonna jump gonna die this year
"Player's Ball (Original)"
Intro:
Scene was so thick, low rides, seventy-seven Sevilles
El Dawgs, nuttin but them 'llacs
All the players, all the hustlers, i'm talking about
Black man heaven, yah know what i'm saying? Peace
Verse One:
it's beginnin to look a lot like what?
follow my every step take notes
on how i creep I's bout ta go in deep
this is the way i creep my season
here's my ghetto rep i kept to say
the least no no it can't cease so i
begin to piece my two and two together
gots no snowy weather have to
find something to do better bet!
i said subtract so shut up that
nonsense about some solid nine i got say
crock if it ain't real it
ain't right i'm like no matter what the season
forever chill with spin i get my fin i chill with less
and got my reasons so tell me what did you expect?
you thought i'd break my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
now i got nuther means of celebratin i'm gettin biz to that ho-jo i
gots the hoochie waitin i made it through
to another year cain't ask fo much mo it's Outkast
for the boots i thought you knew so now you know
let's go
Chorus
all the players came from far and wide
wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
now i'm here to tell yah there's a better day
when the player ball is happenin on christmas day
Verse Two
hallelujah hallelujah yah know i do some things more different than i
used ta coz i'm a player doing what the players do the package store is
closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus i'm gettin serious i'm
gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this
vicious i make no wishes coz the modern folk niggas in the back gettin tipsy off the nog-en and i's in a hellova contact smoke they havin a smoke out in my back seat they passing herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i hit the parks hit the cuts i'm makin switches clicking the switches side ta side lookin for bitches watchin for snitches i'm wide open on the
freeway my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty
five it's just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me
grab my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me coz
it's like that, yeah
clever pimpin, never slipin, that's how it is [check it!]
Verse Three
ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so i won't be hangin my socks on no
tip how far does it tick fix me a drink i got the remedy so bring in
that ham [not!] don't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like i'm smokin
rocks i got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
know coz in ninety three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my
king ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on
it goes hit me ten and i'll serve you then now we in the corner in my
cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat i'm leaning back my
elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party
we rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around i split my
game while waiting count down a five fo a three two here comes the one a
do yah have me copy folks spark another one
here's a little something for all the players out there hustling, gettin
down for theirs, from east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you
know world wide, down for theirs
In the throws of young love Leroy
Didn't think to think and in the blink of an eye
Tied the knot not knowing how to not know
He was the prodigal son this girl had brought him home
He moved out of his step dad's apartment
He moved in with this cute Guatemalan
Things were copasetic 'til she caught him
Things were cool and collected 'til she found him erected with another
Shit went bad he's on the roof again
She flipped, he flipped the bird
And then he went to the roof where his threats ring loud and clear
Gonna jump gonna jump gonna die this year
Got screwed by the horse that he rode in on
Riding high on his whims had only gotten him down
He moved back to his step dad's apartment
Where he put himself back together 'til
She came back he's on the roof again
She flipped, he flipped the bird
And then he went to the roof where his threats ring loud and clear
Gonna jump gonna jump gonna die this year
Your heinous highness broke her hymen hey man try to quit your crying
I know she broke your heart but try to come try to come down
Shit went bad he's on the roof again
She flipped, he flipped the bird
And then he went to the roof where his threats ring loud and clear
Gonna jump gonna jump gonna die this year
"Player's Ball (Original)"
Intro:
Scene was so thick, low rides, seventy-seven Sevilles
El Dawgs, nuttin but them 'llacs
All the players, all the hustlers, i'm talking about
Black man heaven, yah know what i'm saying? Peace
Verse One:
it's beginnin to look a lot like what?
follow my every step take notes
on how i creep I's bout ta go in deep
this is the way i creep my season
here's my ghetto rep i kept to say
the least no no it can't cease so i
begin to piece my two and two together
gots no snowy weather have to
find something to do better bet!
i said subtract so shut up that
nonsense about some solid nine i got say
crock if it ain't real it
ain't right i'm like no matter what the season
forever chill with spin i get my fin i chill with less
and got my reasons so tell me what did you expect?
you thought i'd break my neck to help y'all deck the halls oh
now i got nuther means of celebratin i'm gettin biz to that ho-jo i
gots the hoochie waitin i made it through
to another year cain't ask fo much mo it's Outkast
for the boots i thought you knew so now you know
let's go
Chorus
all the players came from far and wide
wearing afros and braids in every gangstar ride
now i'm here to tell yah there's a better day
when the player ball is happenin on christmas day
Verse Two
hallelujah hallelujah yah know i do some things more different than i
used ta coz i'm a player doing what the players do the package store is
closed okay my deck is woofin this is rediculus i'm gettin serious i'm
gettin curious coz the house is smelling sick of chitlins all this
vicious i make no wishes coz the modern folk niggas in the back gettin tipsy off the nog-en and i's in a hellova contact smoke they havin a smoke out in my back seat they passing herb reminding verses coz it's in the air i hit the parks hit the cuts i'm makin switches clicking the switches side ta side lookin for bitches watchin for snitches i'm wide open on the
freeway my pager broke my vibe coz a junkie is a junkie three sixty
five it's just another day of work to me the spirit just ain't in me
grab my pistol and my ounce see what they junkies got to give me coz
it's like that, yeah
clever pimpin, never slipin, that's how it is [check it!]
Verse Three
ain't no chimminies in the ghetto so i won't be hangin my socks on no
tip how far does it tick fix me a drink i got the remedy so bring in
that ham [not!] don't need no ham [hocks!] don't play me like i'm smokin
rocks i got the money we gots the freaks in the dungeon just to let you
know coz in ninety three that's how we comin so hoe hoe hoes check my
king ass fro the gin and juice gots me tipsy so on
it goes hit me ten and i'll serve you then now we in the corner in my
cadillac my heart does not go pitty pat for no rat i'm leaning back my
elbows out the windows cold rhyming indo fills my body where's the party
we rode deep we dip to underground see's a lot of hoes around i split my
game while waiting count down a five fo a three two here comes the one a
do yah have me copy folks spark another one
here's a little something for all the players out there hustling, gettin
down for theirs, from east point, college park, decatur, devrai, you
know world wide, down for theirs
Shane
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by Bill Russell on Mon Sep 29, 2003 2:50 pm
Neil Young's "Thrasher" and "Cortez The Killer"... Bob Dylan's "Desolation Row"... etc... 
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by Shep on Mon Sep 29, 2003 4:53 pm
"shit hits the fan"
[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
[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
- Shep
by Dramacydal on Mon Sep 29, 2003 11:10 pm
2Pac at a live freestyle in 1995:
Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your motherfuckin middle finger
We gonna do this shit like this
I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya
A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No matter how you try, niggaz never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw
that shit was tight
oh and Kastros part in "Fuck 'em All" from the Better Dayz album:
I keep my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
With my back against the wall
Like I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat
I must be goin' out my mind
Like I'm up against the world
This guerilla team of mine
Screamin'
Thug Life Bitch, Fuck em' all
And die for em'
Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em'
Feel me?
Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
Fuck em' all
Let 'em die
That's my slogan
Fuck em' all
Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw your motherfuckin middle finger
We gonna do this shit like this
I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggaz in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nuttin separatin us from a mack-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, told ya
A straight soldier, buckin at the bustaz
No matter how you try, niggaz never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me strikin down the block, hittin corners
Mobbin like a motherfucker, livin like I - wanna
And ain't no stoppin at the red lights, I'm sideways
Thug Life motherfucker crime, pays!
Let the cops put they lights on, chase me nigga
Zig zaggin through the freeway, race me nigga
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw
that shit was tight
oh and Kastros part in "Fuck 'em All" from the Better Dayz album:
I keep my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
With my back against the wall
Like I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat
I must be goin' out my mind
Like I'm up against the world
This guerilla team of mine
Screamin'
Thug Life Bitch, Fuck em' all
And die for em'
Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em'
Feel me?
Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
Fuck em' all
Let 'em die
That's my slogan
Fuck em' all
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by Old School Fool on Tue Sep 30, 2003 9:24 am
"From the Windoww.....To the Wall.....My sweat drop down mah balls...and all these B**** Crawl..."
"Get Low" By Lil Jon , Eastside Boyz , Yin Yang Twins
"Til' I Collapse I'm spillin' these raps as long as you feel em'"
"Till' I Collapse" by EMINEM
"Get Low" By Lil Jon , Eastside Boyz , Yin Yang Twins
"Til' I Collapse I'm spillin' these raps as long as you feel em'"
"Till' I Collapse" by EMINEM
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by GloveGuy on Tue Sep 30, 2003 11:50 am
I'm back and I'm hittin' 'em hard
Tits don't sag, you
I don'need a push up bra - Babs(Da Band) in "Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That"
And don't choke, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up - 2Pac in "Keep Ya Head Up"
First off, fuck your bitch in the clit you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life - 2Pac in "Hit 'Em Up"
Just lay your head on my shoulder
Don't worry bout a thang baby
Girl I'm a sold - 2Pac in "Unconditional Love"
I hear brenda's got a baby
Well, brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name - 2Pac in "Brendas Got A Baby"
Did I ask too much?
More than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got - Bono in "One"
My heart go out to everybody at Ground Zero
Red, black, yellow, white and brown heroes
It's more complicated than black and white
To give your own life is the greatest sacrifice - Talib Kweli in "The Proud"
Tits don't sag, you
I don'need a push up bra - Babs(Da Band) in "Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That"
And don't choke, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head up - 2Pac in "Keep Ya Head Up"
First off, fuck your bitch in the clit you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life - 2Pac in "Hit 'Em Up"
Just lay your head on my shoulder
Don't worry bout a thang baby
Girl I'm a sold - 2Pac in "Unconditional Love"
I hear brenda's got a baby
Well, brenda's barely got a brain
A damn shame
Tha girl can hardly spell her name - 2Pac in "Brendas Got A Baby"
Did I ask too much?
More than a lot.
You gave me nothing,
Now it's all I got - Bono in "One"
My heart go out to everybody at Ground Zero
Red, black, yellow, white and brown heroes
It's more complicated than black and white
To give your own life is the greatest sacrifice - Talib Kweli in "The Proud"
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