Post your favrite lyrics from any song...


Banks, what you wearin' all that blue for? You know Snoop Dogg?
Fake King of New York, you ain't Jay-Z.. you RuPaul
You ain't hard nigga, you ain't hot...
Yayo do ya dance, show homie how to flop
Christopher Lloyd gon' be Christopher Reeves...
Picture him rollin' thru the N.Y.C.
Tellin' niggas I stole your logo, tryna use me for promo
Yo logo is a shield, and you stole that from the po-po
You cop nigga, you ain't got New York on lock nigga
Check the record store, they still got yo shit in a box nigga
Yo boss sing songs, only R&B nigga wit' bling on
Y'all should stop rappin', and sell ringtones
Drunk ass flow, G-Unit alcoholic
Me and Dipset seem to be the only ma'fukkaz BALLINNNNNNNNN!
Again and again, I will aim, cock, and shoot
Make your fitted cap spin in the wind
With yo Jay Leno chin...

(2 X's)
When Game in this bitch..
Its going down man
Try to play me out, but you outta bounds man
Where your goons at, when I come around man?
Banks, Yayo, and Buck.. is runnin' from the SoundScan

Young Buck, when your album coming out?
Naw.. fa'real .. go ask 50 when your album comin' out.
You niggas fighting over airtime..
Its my fault that he pushed your album back farther than Clyde Drexler hairline
Creep up on your tour bus, pull out the pump
Word from Cashville, you aint been down south in months
You got money in the bank? I'll tell you what I think.. ya broke..
What you gon' do when 50 stop payin' your car notes?
And the nigga Paul Wall.. take his grill back
Gotta go back to Nashville, you gon' feel that
David.. this aint' no butterknife Dre shit
This is one shot, kill.. ask him where his face went
Now back to the basics, you niggas stuck in the Matrix
Before the nigga finished the G-Unit logo.. I erased it
So face it Freddy... you'll never see Jason
A year and a half later, still lookin' for my replacement

(2 X's)
When Game in this bitch..
Its going down man
Try to play me out, but you outta bounds man
Where your goons at, when I come around man?
Banks, Yayo, and Buck.. is runnin' from the SoundScan

I got 2 words for Tony Yayo "One Blood"
You 39 now, and you still rappin'... ughhhh!

Happy Birthday
So make a wish

Verse 1:
Please accept my apologies, I wonder what would have been.
Would you have been a little angel or an angel of sin?
Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys.
Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes.
I paid for the murder before they determined the sex,
choosing our life over your life meant your death.
And you never got a chance to even open your eyes,
sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you fought for your life.
Would you have been a little genius? In love with math?
Would you have played in your school
clothes and made me mad?
Would you have been a little rapper
like your poppa The Piper?
Would you have made me quit smoking by
finding one of my lighters?
I wonder about your skin tone and shape of your nose,
and the way you would've laughed and talked fast or slow.
I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen.
Happy birthday, I love you for whoever you would've been.
Happy Birthday

Chorus:

What I thought was a dream
Make a wish
Was as real as it seemed
Happy birthday
What I thought was a dream
Make a wish
Was as real as it seem
I made a mistake

Verse 2:
I got a million excuses, as to why you died.
And other people got their own reasons for homicide.
Who's to say it would've worked and
who's to say I wouldn't have
I was young and struggling, but old enough to be a dad.
The fear of being my father has never disappeared,
I ponder it frequently while I'm sippin' on my beer.
My vision of a family was artificial and fake
so when it came time to create, I made a mistake.
But now you got a little brother, maybe it's really you.
Maybe you really forgave us knowing we was confused.
Maybe, every time that he smiles it's you proudly
knowing that your father's doing the right thing now.
I'll never tell a woman what to do with her body,
but if she don't love children, then we can't party.
I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen.
Happy birthday, I love you for whoever you would've been.
Happy birthday

Chorus (2X)

Bridge2X)
And from the Heavens to the womb to the Heavens again.
From the ending to the ending, never got to begin.
Maybe one day we can meet face to face,
in a place without time and space.
Happy birthday.

Chorus

The Convo - DMX

You tell me that there's love here.
But to me it's blatant.
Nothin' but all the blood here.
I'm dealin with Satan.
Plus with all the hatin'
it's hard to keep peace. (uh huh)
Thou shall not steal,
but I will to eat.
I tried doin' good, but
good's not too good for me.
Misunderstood,
why you chose the hood for me.
Mean I'm aiight,
I just had to work hard at it.
Went to gran'ma for answers,
she told me that god had it.
So now here I am,
confused and full of questions.
Am I born to lose,
or is this just a lesson.
And who it's goin' choose
when it gets turned around.
And will it be
layin' in my own blood
and on the ground.

My child,
I've watched you grow up
and I've been there. (uh huh)
Even at those times
you least suspected it
I was there.
And look at what I've given you
a talent to rhyme.
I may not come when you call,
but I'm always on time.

Somebody's knockin'.
Should I let em in.
Lord we're just startin,
but where will it end.
Somebody's knockin'.
Should I let em in.
Lord we're just startin,
but where will it end.
But when the funds are low
the guns'll blow.
Lookin' for that one that owe,
make em run that dough.

No!
Put down the guns
and write a new rhyme.
You'll get it all in due time.
You'll do fine.
Just have faith
cuz you mine. (uh huh)
And when you shine
it's goin' be a sight to behold.
So don't fight to be old,
or lose sight when it's cold.
See that light down the road,
it's goin' guide you there
Two sets of footsteps,
I was right beside you there.

But what about them times
I only saw one.
Those were the times that I was
under the gun,

It was then I carried you my son.
Led you to safety.
It just wasn't your time to face me. (uh huh)

Ayo a few of them times I thought you would erase me.
But all you did was embrace me.
Prepared me for the worst.
Offered me eternal light,
and scared me with the hearse.
And the curse
turned to grace.
When the hurt
turned to faith.
No more runnin', (uh huh)
and slidin' in the dirt
cuz I'm safe.

Somebody's knockin'.
Should I let em in.
Lord we're just startin,
but where will it end.
Somebody's knockin'.
Should I let em in.

So if I'm yo' man
I'm in yo' hand.
Wus yo' plan.
Never had a friend
cuz you couldn't trust your man.
Learned to stand before I crawled.
Things were twisted!
And if you showed me anything at all
then I missed it.
Looked the wrong way. (uh huh)
I've done some wrong things. (true)
Kept a bad attitude,
but that's what wrong brings.
And now you mean to tell me that
after all this time,
it was you that kept the dog from goin' out of his mind.
It was you that breathed life
into my lungs when I was born.
And it was you that let me know
what was right,
from what was wrong.
And it was you that let me do
what I knew what could be done.
And it was you that gave me a good wife
and a beautiful son.
And It's been you speakin' to me
inside my mind.
And it's been you who has forgiven
time after time.
It was you who opened my eyes
so I could see.
And it was you who shined yo'
light on me.

__________________
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get at me.

Joe Budden - Unforgiven

Lets talk about the struggle, lets talk about the pain
Some people say they love you, but that don't mean a thang
Some folks is so naive, not me.. I go insane
Some people dap you, they hug you.. they do it all in vain
That's my depression talking.. maybe it's really real
Maybe them doctors was right, and maybe I'm really ill
See I can't really chill.. without feeling the guilt of me
Stealing these pills ....
Is anybody feeling me still?
(Shit) except for the hood.. nobody told me, I ever couldn't
Instead, I pushed.. back when they told me I never would
Looking at me, like I was just a crook
I express the hood, and what I see on the daily
My scenery daily....
Task force... B & E's daily
A task y'all.. being me daily
They want to put, 3 in me nail me
This is stuff, you only read on The Daily
Had product, but ain't supply it then..
High off more than weed..so the product just got me higher than..
Product of my enviroment
Look-at-where-they-put-me.. and look where they telling me I gotta be
Stop and see, the robberies ..the poverty..
Naw fam, its not for me..
Its got to be, an opt atleast
Without-dudes-gettin'-chased-by police
So they gave us film, sport.. and the gift to make a hot CD
Back to the wall, against the ropes..
Nothings believable, feezable.. they don't believe in you
You've been verbally beaten to...
A pulse, so the result to you think nothing is reachable
Reasonable, I tell you dreams come true
Yeah haters, even YOU!

CHORUS...


Now take your hands, and wave 'em high
They told me I can't, but I said "why?!"
Like, fuck it, I'll try...
NOT fuck it and die..
See, this is real emotion we deal wit'
Often, and don't reveal it..
Often we stuff it inside, but I'm like fuck it.. lets ride..
I--- do what I do, because I do what I do what I feel
THEY-- do what they do, in hopes of what they do.. they appeal
They got a image, and a personia that they gotta fill
That they better do, for revenue.. so labels will be thrilled
Kind-of-feel like a wanted man...
I can't talk to folk, cause when I ask 'em to trust me
All-they-wanna-do-is-judge-me
I'm feeling like they don't understand
(I'm) feeling like ain't too many people friendly
I feel like ain't too many people are what they pretend to be
Cause I'm in that zone, when I feel alone
Like everybody is against me
I just feel like I'm worst enemy
And naw, its not a cry for no sympathy
I'm just thinkin' outloud, to a crowd-- I'm just tryna figure out some remedy
Almost like every lesson, almost like every jewel, every tool..
That's ever been lent to me..
For the moment, is gone..
I'm like a new born..
I feel like a man wit' no memory..
Slow it down for a second, make sure I'm not losing you..
Or confusing you, I'm delusional
Ever you never been there, then you have no idea what illusions do..
Through and through, I'm hoping none of these signs aren't vital..
Or none of these rhymes.. inside the recital..
Why do it mean, I'm sucidial?
I'm ain't that Houston dude...
But-- I'm a MANIAC!
Don't get over, drunk or sober..
This the same way I'd act..
And I'm strivin' to pull together..
But atleast until these voices inside of me..
Go forever, be aloft- I'm liable to do whatever.. (c'mon!)[/

Royse Da 5'9" & Eminem- Renegade Original



Royce Da 5'9"]
Yo yo, it's several different levels to pickin up shovels
and dumpin you in ditches under sea level
Frontin you when I'm wit this
Let me refreshin you niggaz til you my position in this
Beef! - Leavin you under Venice, opposition finished!
There it is, we invaded created a Pyramid -
of a Haven of names, so blame Dre, and that ear of his
So {*heavy breathing*} breathe, I'd rather REACH for your neck
And I never HEAT you for respect, unless you GREET me wit less
I got a skunk, in my trunk
I'm lyin, I got a pump in my trunk
Your dyin, how many lumps niggaz want?
Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all
We too incredibly raw, for any artist that said he would draw
I stand firm, and it hurts to live it
You open that can of worms, I hope you ready for the dirt that's wit it
Slap a hoe, snatch a mic!
Bein brought to y'all in black and in white
(IT'S the NEW!) Joe Jackson and Ike, we renegades

[Eminem]
Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen
I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute
Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it
But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it
Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics
Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics
Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits
But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it
Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish
But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America
as a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didn't experiment?
Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror
and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased
And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents
You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage!
(Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't
think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo
Cause here we go - he's Royce, he's the King Of Detroit
And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the

[Chorus: Eminem + Royce]
[Em] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say
what's on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk
about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE!
[R9] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say
what's on my mind at, any given time of day
Cause I'm a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk
about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING)

[Royce Da 5'9]
I determine what time it's on, I call my nigga Proof
Hand him a pint of Limon and turn him loose!
I'm tired of you new jacks
I'm tired of niggaz that's like - "I'm bout to blow!"
Unless you a bitch, we dont care if you bout do that
Move back, youngster, the glock on speak
Chew up your vest and turn your chest hair to taco meat!
The street, continuous to pit, quick to smash ya
or flash the clip, or give you the picture (developin)
Click clock, six shots blows through another door
And it gets hot, Hip Hop portable tug of war
Who did ya niggaz beats you bitches, who made it work?
Dat shit was *phwrt!*, I got harder 2-Way alerts
Just when I thought my dogg couldn't get any meaner
You talk about his daughter, you probably gettin the heater
You talk about his momma, he won't even give ya the finger
(He's crazy!) Deranged!, not media eaters, we renegades

[Eminem]
See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare
Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here
To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me
as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist
But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste
We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is
Or is he the latter - a gateway to escape?
Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today
See it's easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie
while I'm wavin the pistol at sixty Christians against me
Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics
in holy water - no wonder they try to hold me under longer
I'm a motherfuckin spiteful, DELIGHTFUL eyeful
The new Ice Cube - motherfuckers HATE to like you
What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter
makin this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a muh'fuckin

[Chorus] - repeat 2X

__________________



MAKE SURE TO HIT THE PROPS BUTTON

(the lyrics to this song is so deep)

SHYNE

"Martyr"

[Talking]
Shit, sometimes man, a nigga be contemplating,
Yo, living in fuckin' hell, nigga die, might be better.

[Verse 1]
Walk through the shadow of death, my dick out pissing
Rebel, laughing at the devil, homicidal threats
Only if he knew, I wanna lie a coal, who the fuck wanna die old
On this miserable earth, forever, put me in dirt
It's better then living searchin treasure
That only brings atrocity, and treachery, baby mothers stressing me
Ain't no hope left in me
Live everyday like it's my last
Waitin' to meet my niggaz that passed
At last I could meet Christ, ask him why the fuck you died on the cross
Here these stupid motherfuckers, they still lost
I'll ask Malcolm, see what it was like to fight for civil rights
And nights he thought he would die, what did he do
Did he grab his gun and a bust shot?
Get on my knees praise Big and go fuck with Pac
Find out did he really take 5 shots
Ask him, who shot ya, was it the Feds?
Couldn't of been Big Poppa, Brooklyn niggaz ain't braille
Like that, ask Martin, why the fuck you ain't fight back

[Chorus (3X)]
If you had a choice,life or death
What would you choose

If you had a choice

[Verse 2]
Life ain't real its a dream we see tomorrow
Reality, shit that's pain and sorrow
Reality, disaster beat breaks,
A little girl up in the projects gettin raped
Reality's a nigga gettin rock shot 41 times
And you askin why I run from one time
I don't even get justice,
Nigga sometimes, no times, oh I'm bout to lose my mind
Reality's fucked up, like a hard workin mother, losing her job
The battle of good and evil
Like the devil, ain't losing for god, we on lucifer's squad
Not knowing what the fuck it all mean
I can't even, get a can of sardines
Niggaz driving bentley's, burning money, I'm yearnin money
Taking your shit, I'm earning money
Yet you call me a thief I call me a broke nigga trying to eat
On this earth suffering, why its like that
Guess we the punished, blame Adam and Eve

[Chorus (3X)]
If you had a choice

[Verse 3]
Hold your latex, from nuns I take sex,
Play chess, with the devil from the sky
Like rain shells drop immune to this cold world's sorrow
Beyond shell shock, can't you tell pop, I need some help ox
See them meadow officers watchin' myself rot
Ice pick and cell blocks
Hope the 12 stop on the highway to hell, switchin lanes
Niggaz that know, what I mean to suffer and struggle in the gutter
Slice birthday cakes with box cutters
I did not stutter, you heard me this is utter, reality
Observe me, on a journey puttin niggaz on gurneys till I meet my maker
In the name of Amadou Diallo fuck Guiliani and Howard Seiffler

[Chorus (3X)]
If you had a choice

the way I am- Eminem

[eminem]
Whatever..
Dre, just let it run
Aiyyo turn the beat up a little bit
Aiyyo.. this song is for anyone.. fuck it
Just shut up and listen, aiyyo..

I sit back with this pack of zig zags and this bag
Of this weed it gives me the shit needed to be
The most meanest mc on this -- on this earth
And since birth Ive been cursed with this curse to just curse
And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works
And it sells and it helps in itself to relieve
All this tension dispensin these sentences
Gettin this stress thats been eatin me recently off of this chest
And I rest again peacefully (peacefully)..
But at least have the decency in you
To leave me alone, when you freaks see me out
In the streets when Im eatin or feedin my daughter
To not come and speak to me (speak to me)..
I dont know you and no,
I dont owe you a mo-therfuck-in thing
Im not mr. nsync, Im not what your friends think
Im not mr. friendly, I can be a prick
If you tempt me my tank is on empty (is on empty)..
No patience is in me and if you offend me
Im liftin you 10 feet (liftin you 10 feet).. in the air
I dont care who is there and who saw me destroy you
Go call you a lawyer, file you a lawsuit
Ill smile in the courtroom and buy you a wardrobe
Im tired of all you (of all you)..
I dont mean to be mean but thats all I can be is just me

Chorus: eminem

And I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasnt, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
Radio wont even play my jam
Cause I am, whatever you say I am
If I wasnt, then why would I say I am?
In the paper, the news everyday I am
I dont know its just the way I am

[eminem]
Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered
With all of this nonsense its constant
And, oh, its his lyrical content -
- the song guilty conscience has gotten such rotten responses
And all of this controversy circles me
And it seems like the media immediately
Points a finger at me (finger at me)..
So I point one back at em, but not the index or pinkie
Or the ring or the thumb, its the one you put up
When you dont give a fuck, when you wont just put up
With the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
When a dudes gettin bullied and shoots up his school
And they blame it on marilyn (on marilyn).. and the heroin
Where were the parents at? and look where its at
Middle america, now its a tragedy
Now its so sad to see, an upper class ci-ty
Havin this happenin (this happenin)..
Then attack eminem cause I rap this way (rap this way)..
But Im glad cause they feed me the fuel that I need for the fire
To burn and its burnin and I have returned

Chorus

[eminem]
Im so sick and tired of bein admired
That I wish that I would just die or get fired
And dropped from my label and stop with the fables
Im not gonna be able to top on my name is..
And pigeon-holed into some pop-py sensation
To cop me rotation at rocknroll stations
And I just do not got the patience (got the patience)..
To deal with these cocky caucasians who think
Im some wigger who just tries to be black cause I talk
With an accent, and grab on my balls, so they always keep askin
The same fuckin questions (fuckin questions)..
What school did I go to, what hood I grew up in
The why, the who what when, the where, and the how
til Im grabbin my hair and Im tearin it out
Cause they drivin me crazy (drivin me crazy).. I cant take it
Im racin, Im pacin, I stand and I sit
And Im thankful for ev-ery fan that I get
But I cant take a shit, in the bathroom
Without someone standin by it
No I wont sign your autograph
You can call me an asshole Im glad

Chorus (except change first word cause to and)

I love this song!

Jay z Ft Beanie Sigel - Where have you been

Damn how am I gonna say this shit?
hey... hey dad, yeah it's your boy
remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap

I remember being kicked out the house
'cause I looked just like you
Said I'd be nothing but a crook
just like you
The niggaz in the hood was shook
Where the just like you
'Cause all they said was little whitey look
I'm just like you
But dog I can't see it at all, shit
We never kicked it at all
We never pitched or kicked at a ball
dog, you never taught me shit
how to fight, ride a bike, fix a flat
none of that sorts of shit
Nigga you was an abusive pops
fuck you left me out to dry, stuck
gotta teach news to box
gotta teach news to bop
and that aint the half of it man
I gotta teach news to block
It's about time we have a father to son (nigga sit down)
sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons
how they grew to be men and father they sons
father they daughters
nigga, you left a fatherless daughter
I never follow your orders
nigga you make me sick
pussy you could....ooh
how you gonna leave these memories in the back of my mind
I can see it clear as day you smackin my mom
I 'member that day you showed me that gat, that 9
put it in my palm when I was young
and said that would be mine, you turned me out
the reason why I hit the block
reason why I tried to hit them cops
reason why I started hittin shots
reason why I started gettin licked
and drinkin syrup and skippin court
ginger bread man never think of gettin caught
look at your hand man damn you fought
nigga you left my mom
left us with no good-bye's
you left us out to dry
you left us with no letters, notes, (nothing!) no replies
no digits numbers was unlisted
you left us with some of my loneliest night
nigga some of my hungriest nights
shit, one of the reasons for years (shit embarrasin)
damn we used to think money was white
yeah you gave us life like, fruit from a plant
we aint eat right from them foods from them stamps
and to think you was my pop,
man i gotta stop shit

[CHORUS]
Female: Daddy, Where Have You Been?
Beanie: And when you come home, you got us here all alone
Female: Mommy, Where Daddy Went?
Beanie: You always stick up for him
Always said you'd make up for him
Female: Mommy, What Happened Then?
Beanie: What was you cheatin on him?
Why he's always beatin' on you?
Female: Daddy, Where Have You Been?
Beanie: Nigga, you gonna hear me out

[Jay-Z]
I wanted to walk just like him (remember?)
wanted to talk just like him (word)
often momma said I look too much
and I thought just like him (it could happen)
wanted to drink Miller nips
and smoke Newports just like you
but you left me, now I'm goin to court just like you
I would say "my daddy loves me and he'll never go away"
bullshit, do you even remember December's my birthday?
do you even remember the tender boy
you turned into a cold young man
with one goal and one plan
get mommy out of some jam, she was always in one
always short with the income
always late with the rent
You said that you was comin through
I would stay in the hallway (waitin)
always playin the bench (waitin)
and that day came and went
Fuck You! very much you showed me the worst kind of pain
but I'm stronger and trust me I will never hurt again
will never ask mommy "why daddy don't love me?
Why is we so poor?, why is life so ugly?
Mommy why is your eyes puffy?"
please don't cry everything'll be alright
I know it's dark now, but we gon' see the light
It's us against the world
we don't need him, right? (right)
mommy drivin 6's now (yeah), I got riches now (yeah)
I bought I nice home for both of my sisters now
we doin real good
we don't miss you now
see how life twists around, fucker?

[CHORUS]

[fade out... sound of staticky LP turning

Hey, Skee, tell 'em I'm goin' away for a while
(A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me dead
(A Million) Motherfukka's wanna see me in the fed's
(A Million) Bitches wanna give me head
(A Million) Dollars in my bank account
(A Million) Soundscan the first week out
(A Million) Motherfukka's on my dick
(A Million) Motherfukka's talking shyt

Hit a break down...
I'm the king, and you better respect it
All I need is Beyonce, and a Roc-a-fella necklace
Nigga you can "check up on it", I'm a Slim Thug
Cincinnati fitted, wit the red and black brim blood
Gave nigga's 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a DVD
I did it for the C.P.T.
Did it for New York, did it for Chi-town
Ran through hip-hop, and made these nigga's lie down
I'm going away for awhile, call it a California vacation
I call it a Bentley with a smile
GOD bless the child, wit incredible style
Nigga sicker than West Nile, who king of the West now
I'm putting my vest down, nigga's ain't going to kill shit
Shut the fuck up, nigga you ain't going to kill shit
Rappers don't kill rappers, guns kill rappers
And I be wit real crips, real bloods, real clappers
Fuck rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill backwards
Faster than Iraqis when Bush attacking
My flow semi-automatic, blhow
Touching pussies is my job, you a bitch, this is sexual harrassment
Nigga get a lawyer, when 'The Game' coming for ya
My jab, like Zab on the chin of De La Hoya
I'm the golden boy, and I'm making Hova noise
Got the whole world clapping, just like the Nolia Boys
Since a juvenile, I had to prove my style
Went from Kayslay to DJ Clue, and blhow
20 Magazine covers, nigga look at me now
You need a hot 16?.. I need 100 thou
Cause half of these rap nigga's just be running they mouth
The other half, in the ATL runnin' the south
10 Mill in the bank, 7 bedroom house
I'm rich, so on my 30th birthday I'm out
Nigga, I'm so ahead of time, and I spit better lines
Better rhymes everytime, nigga's hate on me so much, I feel like I'm Kevin Federline
Fuck it im rich, for nothing, tell the media to get off of my dick
You wit me, my next album going to sell like Britney
I beat on these rap nigga's like Bobby do Whitney
No more drama, no more beef wit 50
And if you just tuning in, welcome to the 360 (welcome to the 360, welcome to the 360)
Right back where I started, in Compton, taking out the garbage
Where Crips and Bloods shoot it out like Pearl Harbor
That was '95, when Cube was in his prime
You brought yo Lethal Injection, and I brought mine
Rewind to '89, got my first mixtape
My brother brought it for me, they use to call him Big Face
But now, we ain't brothers, nigga we ain't shit
And you living in my shadow like Marcus Vick
And I heard about yo little rappers talking shit
Stay out my family bidness, or you get a coffin quick
I ain't change, same nigga that got off them bricks
Got signed to Dr.Dre cause his bars is sick
Getting head on the road, cause his cars is sick
And he whop so good, I had to pause this shit
I told 'em bomp, slow down baby
Got to get this shit firm like Foxy, NaS and AZ
She said 'fuck you,pay me
So I left her in AZ
That's what I get for letting her listen to my Jay-Z
Fuck a bitch, give me a 40, I'll take that
Dress up for the grammy's, but I still don't drive maybach's
Nigga I'm gangster, and homey don't play dat
Stand way back, or get ya ass clapped ASAP
Nigga this the payback, you want beef.. say that
I'll have a hundred hurricane hoodies where you lay at
Get yo whole clique wet, making up crip sets
Nigga got ran outta New York by Dipset
Then he got ran out of Compton by my set
Banned from Watts, can't even walk through his projects
Nigga so lame, talking he gangbang
Won't bust a shot, and the nigga know where I hang
I'm Big Daddy Kane, and the platinum chain
The fact remains, the game don't rap for fame
Game rap for fun, Game blast his gun
the game gotta rap in tongue, so that bastards done
Be easy, I might give you a pass this once
I'm ready to die, but I don't want a bastard son
Nigga, I rap too good, and I'm back in the hood
On the same couch, I put my demo in a package for Sug
After one meeting, I was right back in the hood
Red bandana hanging, selling crack in the hood
Now it's, Aftermath for good...
Any nigga mention Dre, get a Desert Eagle shoved in his fucking face
How that taste?
Blow yo shit out fa'real,
Call Nelly or Paul Wall, tell 'em make you a grill
I cook beef, like a steak on a grill
Got the clipse on hold, but I ain't Pharrell
Nigga I'm fa'real.. my flow ill, like smoke in ya lungs
I Spit sharp like a razorblade under my tongue
Nigga, I'm number one, motherfukka bar none
Who else kick knowlegde outside of Hova and the God Son
We can go bar for bar, cocksucker drop some(tm)
Watch me Take Flight like Tom Cruise in Top Gun
You might win some, but you just lost one
I beat on these lil nigga's like Dr. Dre drums
Look at these motherfukka's trying to prove theyselves
Thinking beefing wit hurricane going to boost they sales
Never that, motherfukka, I'm a clever cat
Kanye West in slacks, nigga, I'm as fresh as that
Ask Dre, ask Snoop, I'm nice
I'm Cube, I'm Jacob, I put rappers on "Ice"

A skee , let me ask you a question
If you take the 120 bars, put it with the 240 bars
Then add the 360 bars, wit one Kevin Federline, what you get?
(A Million) Haha.. lets get the fuck outta here man..
Go find something to do

Stack Bundles verse from - send him our Love (on MM3)

"If you listen to this it's evident you trying to figure out if I'm dude
Or maybe somebody told you I'm that dude
Or maybe you one of the few that dissagree with me
And got your own views about whos really that dude
Well...
The south movement got ten months left
And come valentines day the game will merge to the west
And I feel it's absurd that the east is the selling the less
Screaming new york new york the pioneers is suppose to be the best
You blaming all the vets on the current state of the game
They won't retire so the generation just remain the same
A bunch of oppurtunist that was giving oppurtunity
Too make a difference in music but gave no oppurtunity
Nothing new or fresh just the same ass sound
Same ol' producers with the same ass sound
Up and coming artist's got identity crisis
Cause whenever you you the labels turn you away
But when you me you think of a way
To cast the criticisim aside get on a track say what the fuck you wanna say
The radios gonna play whatever the listeners say it should
And I want the listeners say they should indeeed they should
Indeed I should smack a few niggas like suge
But then they'll black ball me
And the that's a long story no crossover so I wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm out!"

Klashnekoff It's Murda Lyrics


[Klashnekoff]
K k lash ya rasclat neck off
I'll split you in half like a gun blast from Lennox
Hotter then flammable rocks
From the manor when man are animal yammin you like fox
Experts slosh we specialize in handlin' kop
With man's hatchin' and plannin' plots lookin' to jam in ya spot
But their stamina's not up to par get ripped apart like red rizzla tarars, rasclat
This Terra Firm dargart state of the art
But tell them jankrows to stay in they yard
Or get stabbed with a stake to the heart
I'm tryna walk a straight path but you dun say it's hard
Sick thoughts are flingin' on mask
N killin' ya clark
Keep runnin' thru the back of my head like old dance steps
Get dropped on ya doorstep like dando
Many men ran prang cuz my nine flows better than Taliban still ban shows
Spit flows over bhangra spit so cold make you shok out like it was soka
Terra Firm take over take you thru the mind state of a tortured soldier
Who tells tales of unspeakable horror with lyrics lethal like bora
Leave you leakin' on the floor star
That's y I don't watch no talk
I read auras and books written by forbidden government authors
Infiltrate ya borders like ITN reporters
Then return with the slaughter
Captured on camcorder I'm trapped in a damn corner chattin' to Pandora
Bout boxin' a man for her
But she don't no Klashnekoff
That black cunt from out of stokey
Banana boat mango munchin' monkey kick off ya door like jumanji
Dash you off the 28th floor like it was bungee, I want the blood cleaned

[Klashnekoff]
I'm not ready to die but ever ready for bury a guy
They're not ready for I
I can see the fear in they eye
Scared of the rhymes that ricochet and tear them inside
N fear for they lives
Prepare and try to stare in they eyes
Wife cry bucket of tears
When the brare get iced but that's life
Its all lies write rhythms like a dive spit cyanide saliv'
N blind they left eye
Subliminal crime snipe you in the back of ya mind
With killer quotes and one lines that cuts throats like knives
Baffle da vibes come fathom how the fuck did he die
With tux and a tie with 21 bucks to the sky
Askin' me y a brethren is deeper then I
This piece by my side lookin' to eat a piece of the pie
So come in peace or draw for ya piece or please reach for the sky
My ether is 9 like 9 millimetres times 9 millimetres times 9 millimetres from ya spine
So take time my rhymes take life like tek 9's
And we take y from guys who flex their chest size

[Klashnekoff]
Batter the spanner banner with a black bandana
Darren d the dan dappa wrap the trees like strappa
Stab the beat with a dagger the hackney hack attacker
shabby like shabba shabba like shaggy verse oshuka
In the six sick cities situation get butters
Man switch like burukas
Come swingin' like McGuigan with a barrage of punches
The spit boxin' champion who spark man unconscious
And knock out they dentures
See the drugs don't work they jus make you worst
Man smoke a little merch and feel say he cant get hurt that absurd
He get sliced and served like hors d'oeuvres
Bury six feet deep like sword in the dirt
Where you frauds shot work from the back of ya mercs
I reverse the hearse stick 'em in the back of the boot
And baffle you fools you cunts cant ackle this yoot
Or tackle my cru get beaten till ya blacker then blue
While I'm strappin' a zoot you on the floor catchin' a boot
Lookin' to catch a bag blood but that's a catch 22
And you done know da crew

Nigga What, Nigga Who (Originator '99)"
(feat. Big Jaz)

[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah
Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga
Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH
Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch

Nigga what, nigga who?
Nigga what, nigga who?
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe

[Jay-Z] [first four lines overlap the section above]
Can't fuck with me
They ain't ready yet
Uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a nigga do a full flip
See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit
Oh hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you
But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele
Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it
inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me

[Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil-lion)]

(Nigga what?)
Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?)
Recognize girl, Jay to the Z
[*repeat 3X*]
(Nigga what?)
Make you think you can fuck with me
(Nigga who?)
Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z

[Jay-Z]
Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin on my last cassette?
Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though
Never get high, never run out of ammo
Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch
You know your favorite, I know it made you sick
And now you're, actin raw but you never had war
Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe
Now she's mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be
A pimp with a tragedy
She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends
She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again
I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit..
there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!"

[Chorus (with variation in last line)]

[Jay-Z]
Gotta vendetta even though I been better
Left him in the cold with a thin sweater
Rap niggaz on Prozac get the bozack, niggaz threw
two at me I threw fo' back, hold that
Let the dough stack, way before Big had the gold Ac'
Dame had the Lex black
Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that
And right where you're stressed, where you rest at
I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through
with the glock jet black, you niggaz step back
I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this
Me and my niggaz we invented the shit
I came into the business with this, The Originator, non greater
Jaz-O finish this shit

[Big Jaz]
Better learn, Jaz'll relax that, ever heard of me?
Worldwide Originator, say word to me
The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga
like a third degree, see me shine so bright
Nigga I'm my light, runnin rulin with rigor and vigor
Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga
You fly-by-nights stop chirpin B
Heavyweights type work to me
For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin me
What? Cut your face in like surgery
Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road
when you had to be in bed at the PM
Need the info, Jaz on the C-N-N
forever touchin my workers beginnin you're endin
Nigga your style's no style my style's hostile
C'mon, faggot nigga down to take the gun home
O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can't FUCK with it can ya?!)

[Chorus (with variations)]

[Amil-lion] [*repeat to fade*]
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe
Switcha flow, getcha dough
Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe


ma fave song!!!!!