post your faviroite rap verses

[drunk_monk]

e40-dusted and disgusted-2pacs verse

 

Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin sick

I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these bitches

I keep on, calllin, but ain't nobody pickin up

I think she's stallin, this evil bitch is tryin to set me up

Came all alone if it's on then it's on

Where's my motherf*ckin chrome, only jealous niggaz roam

It's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand

I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the f*ckin plan

Can't understand, but the things ain't the same

You could die over these bitches if you slippin in the game

Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too

Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain

If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga

Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted

Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules

They underhanded, she planned it, you f*ckin fool

 

mos def-definition-first verse

 

Yo, from the first to the last of it, delivery is passionate

The whole and not the half of it, vocab and not the math of it

Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin sh*t

Me and kweli close like, bethlehem and nazareth

After this you be pressing rewind on top your master disk

Shining like an asterisk for all those that be gatherin

Connectin like a roundhouse from the townhouse to the tenaments

Cause all my brooklyn residents, ? heavy regiments

Dont believe, here the evidence, where brooklyn whaaaaaaaoohhhh

See that? bound to take it all kid, believe that

From where they sellin tree at, to where the police be at

Talib kweli e-kweli-ty yo tell them where we be at

 

nwa-straight outta of compton-first verse

 

Straight outta Compton, crazy motherf*cker named Ice Cube

From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes

When I'm called off, I got a sawed off

Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off

You too, boy, if ya f*ck with me

The police are gonna hafta come and get me

Off yo ass, that's how I'm goin out

For the punk motherf*ckers that's showin out

Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble

Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo

Goin off on a motherf*cker like that

with a gat that's pointed at yo ass

So give it up smooth

Ain't no tellin when I'm down for a jack move

Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin

with a crime record like Charles Manson

AK-47 is the tool

Don't make me act the motherf*ckin fool

Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe

I'm knockin niggaz out tha box, daily

yo weekly, monthly and yearly

until them dumb motherf*ckers see clearly

that I'm down with the capital C-P-T

Boy you can't f*ck with me

So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck

Coz Ice Cube is crazy as f*ck

As I leave, believe I'm stompin

but when I come back, boy, I'm comin straight outta Compton

Edited December 17, 2006 by drunk_monk

[beanmachine43]

Man it was a toss-up for Em's Infinite between the first two, but I'll go with the first:

 

Eminem - Infinite

Aiyyo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction/

To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in action/

A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction/

You looking zany whack with just a fraction of my tracks run/

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills/

I travel through your mind into your spine like siren drills/

I'm sliming pills or roaches, we sprayed and disinfects/

Twisting the necks of rappers till their spinal column disconnects/

We disinfect then check the monologue, turn your system up/

Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog/

This is the season for noise pollution contamination/

Examination of more cartoons than animation/

My lamination of narration/

Hit's a snare and bass in a track, fu*ked up rapper interrogation/

When I declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing/

I turn the stage into a barren wasteland.../

I'm Infinite

[flitcroft101]

Ice Cube - No Vaseline.

 

 

I never have dinner with the President.

I never have dinner with the President.

I never have dinner with the President.

And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant.

Now I think you a snitch,

throw a house nigga in a ditch.

Half-pint bitch, f*ckin' your homeboys.

You little maggot; Eazy E turned fa**ot.

With your manager, fella,

f*ckin' MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella.

But if they were smart as me,

Eazy E would be hangin' from a tree.

With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.

Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on...

till that Jheri curl is gone.

On a permanent vacation, off the Massa plantation.

Heard you both got the same bank account,

dumb nigga, what you thinkin' bout?

Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.

Cuz you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew

with a white Jew tellin' you what to do.

Pullin' wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs.

With a midget who's a punk too,

tryin' to f*ck me, but I'd rather f*ck you.

Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' f*cked at night.

By Mista sh*tpacker, bend over for the gotdamn cracker, no vaseline...

 

Any Nas verse... not gonna post the lyrics cause there's too many.

 

 

hook

 

The Game - The Documentary.

 

 

Im ready to die

 

Without a reasonable doubt

 

Smoke chronic and hit it

 

Doggy style before i go out

 

Until they sign my death certificate

 

All eyez on me

 

Im still at it, illmatic

 

And thats THE DOCUMENTARY

 

 

 

[Mr.Robot]

HAWTHORNE HEIGHTS

 

"Ohio Is For Lovers"

 

Hey there,

I know it's hard to feel like I don't care at all.

Where you are and how you feel.

With these lights off as these wheels

keep rolling on and on. (and on and on and on...)

Slow things down or speed them up.

Not enough or way too much. (and on and on and on...)

How are you when I'm gone?

 

[Chorus:]

And I can't make it on my own.

(And I can't make it on my own.)

Because my heart is in Ohio.

So cut my wrists and black my eyes.

(Cut my wrists and black my eyes)

So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.

Because you kill me.

You know you do, you kill me well.

You like it too, and I can tell.

You never stop until my final breath is gone.

 

Spare me just three last words.

"I love you" is all she heard.

I'll wait for you, but I can't wait forever.

[x2]

 

[Chorus:]

And I can't make it on my own.

(And I can't make it on my own.)

Because my heart is in Ohio.

So cut my wrists and black my eyes.

(Cut my wrists and black my eyes)

So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.

Because you kill me.

You know you do, you kill me well.

You like it too, and I can tell.

You never stop until my final breath is gone.

 

You know you do, you kill me well.

You like it too, and I can tell.

You never stop until my final breath is gone.

 

(YOU...KILL...ME...WELL)

So cut my wrists and black my eyes.

My final breath is gone

So I can fall asleep tonight

 

[Chorus:]

And I can't make it on my own.

(And I can't make it on my own.)

Because my heart is in Ohio.

So cut my wrists and black my eyes.

(Cut my wrists and black my eyes)

So I can fall asleep tonight, or die.

Because you kill me.

You know you do, you kill me well.

You like it too, and I can tell.

You never stop until my final breath is gone.

 

(YOU...KILL...ME...WELL)

You know you do, you kill me well.

You like it too, and I can tell.

You never stop until my final breath is gone.

[to fade]

[CptCharisma]

Umm I think it says rap verses not emo....you can go cut yourself....anyways heres mine:

 

Del The Funky Homosapien - Why You Wanna Get Funkee Wit Me?

 

A new day was dawning

Yes one more morning

Just stretching and yawning

Picked up my belongings

And call my crew

See what we all can do

Lets go to the mall

The one with the waterfall

And take your fathers car

Although it ain't that far

They got a whole bizarre

Of fly girls up the par

Yeah sounds like a plan

I need a new Walkman

We pass the popcorn stand

And see what we can land

In the land no less

I spot a cutie with guess

And I had on sweats

She looked unimpressed

I said dam you fine

But nothing bout her behind

I said do you have the time, to sit back and chitchat

She said no

You look like a hobo

And with that camouflage sh*t looking like G I Joe

I said I'm not that broke

And I can buy you a coke

She said this must be a joke

I swear it hurt till she soaked, and shook me off

Like a moth

I said what's the deal with the clothing as long as it's cloth?

 

 

[thatsoccerguy]

This made me laugh -

"... and I get more ass than a toliet seat"

"Shake That" - Eminem

[Mr.Robot]

But its a song about a little black boy growing up in the ghetto of Ohio.

[beanmachine43]

 

But its a song about a little black boy growing up in the ghetto of Ohio.

That makes it a rap verse? I can see where you're coming from though, so I'd agree with you.

 

2Pac - If I Die 2Night (Sorry, but I had to go with the first two, since they're way too short).

[Verse 1]

 

They say pussy and paper is poetry, power, and pistols/

Plottin' on murderin' motherfu*kers before they get you/

Picturin' pitiful punk niggas coppin' pleas/

Puffin' weed as I position myself to clock Gs/

My enemies scatter in suicidal situations/

Never the witness to wicked sh*t that they was facin'/

Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches/

Evadin' the playa-hatin tricks, while hittin switches/

Bitches is badmouthin', cuz ballin' motherfu*kers is bold/

but trust me holmes, the game should be sold

Sick of psychotic society, somebody save me/

Addicted to drama, so even mama couldn't raise me/

Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me/

I run in the streets and puffin' weed with my peeps/

I'm duckin' the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my glock/

Niggas is hot when I hit the block, but if I die tonite/

 

 

[Verse 2]

 

Polishin' pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump/

When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin', and then they done/

Callin' the coroner, come collect the fu*kin' corpse/

He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with bein boss/

Revenge is the method, whenever steppin', keep a weapon close/

Adversaries will overdose over deadly notes/

Jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails/

Hit the block and fill your pockets makin' crack sales/

Picture perfection pursuin' paper with a passion/

Visions of prison for all the pussies that I'm blasin'/

Running with criminal, individuals with no remorse/

Try to stop me, my pistol posse using deadly force/

In my brain, all I can think about is fame/

The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed/

I'm seeing cemetery photos of my peers/

Conversatin' like they still here, if I die tonite/

 

 

[drunk_monk]

trick daddy-Amerika-first verse

im doin this one for the...struggle

And every bad doin brotha

Sista,Daddy & Motha

Who livin in the gutta

You want

Betta cars

A betta heart

Another start

Ya own yard

And a place to park

You wanna

Truck and Ri(ride)

And a betta li(life)

A bigga crib

and a home cooked meal

EVERY SINGLE NIGHT

Hell feel what you

Goin through

But i coulda warned ya

When it’s time to be a man

Do all u can

See otha lands

And don’t be livin for

The otha Man

Take time out and settle in

be the betta man

And closely

watch ur friends

And then

youl understand

A lil betta then

But on the otha hand

You so god damn stubboran (stubborn)

And you be startin sh*t

And ever since you

made president

we ain even seen you since

You need to (you need to)

Visit our schools

Rebuild our church and Home

Stop killin my own kind

And leave my Earth alone

And stop tappin my phone

And searchin my bro And keep your personal feelins at home

When you bendin my chrome

Do it fo the

Weak and the strong

And to each his own

We do it for the main goal

So when all the..heat is gone

 

2pac-holla if u hear me-third verse

 

Will I quit, will I quit?

They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep

representin, never give up, on a good thing

Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood thing

And now I'm like a major threat

Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget

Bring the noise, to all my boyz

Know the real from the bustas and the decoys

And if ya hustle like a real G

Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya hear me

Learn to survive in the nine-tre'

I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay

Whatever it takes to live and stand

Cause nobody else'll give a damn

So we live like caged beasts

Waitin for the day to let the rage free

Still me, till they kill me

I love it when they fear me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Rayo Puño]

RA the Rugged Man's verse on Uncommon Valor: A Vietnam Story (Jedi Mind Tricks song) is f*cking sick. His flow is perfect. Just reading the lyrics isn't enough, you have to listen to it.

[gta_player5]

 

With so much drama in the l-b-c

Its kinda hard being snoop d-o-double-g

But i, somehow, some way

Keep coming up with funky ass sh*t like every single day

May i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah)

And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through

Two in the morning and the parties still jumping

Cause my momma ain't home

I got bitches in the living room getting it on

And, they ain't leaving till six in the morning (six in the morning)

So what you wanna do, sh*t

I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors

But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah!

So we gonna smoke a ounce to this

Gs up, hoes down, while you motherf*ckers bounce to this.

 

 

A yo spark up the phillies and pass the stout

Making quick money grip before your ass is out

In a street brawl I strike men quicker than lightning

You seen what happened in my last fight friend? Aight then

L's a clever threat, a lyricist who never sweat,

Comparing yourself to me is like a Benz to a Chevrolet

And clown rappers I'm bound to slay

I'm saying hi to all the cuties from around the way

Yeah, cause I got all of them sprung Jack

My girls are like boomer-rings

No matter how far I throw them, they come back

I'm coming straight out the N.Y.C., I'm down with diggin in the crates

And I'm M.V.P. yeah!

 

 

I break bread ribs hundred dollar bills

Peel on Ducatis and other 4 wheels

Write a book full of medicine and generate mils

Tour the album only for more sales

We used to catch those on the block with crils

Now its paid shows promoters post up bills

Sign deals only if the math is real

If we cant match numbers then you can't have the

Head Nigga In Charge of sh*t

Live nigga rhymes artist

Pardon, P Dub shines regardless

Remorseless

Haunt niggas like poltergeist

My advice

Before it get like that

Is think twice

Before you move on it

Put jewels on it

Who want it?

Loose niggas make the news when we start forming

Snatch stripes off of niggas uniforms often

Don't embarass your delf (Much love to [email protected] for the lyric)

You're way out your jurisdiction

While niggas bullsh*t on the grill

I dont f*ck around dunny

It's most real

I keep it thorough nigga

 

While niggas bullsh*t on the grill

I dont f*ck around dunny

It's most real

I gave birth to your whole style and feel

How do it feel

To hold my dick in public

Cock blower

Duplicate rap cloner

Lets me and you do it live onstage for dolo

I smack niggas like you

Smash niggas by the twos

Grab niggas by the throat show and prove

Rhymes cocky crazy ill mad rowdy

Did a buck off of my sh*t and wrapped your Audi

Temperamental I snap quick

Very touchy

Aye yo my attitude is all f*cked up and real sh*tty

I rap like no one out there can f*ck with me

You feel different nigga see me

I throw a tv at you

Crazy

Bitches say P you crazy

A pain in the ass nah but f*ck you

Pay me

Im no shorty

Nigga I'll stop your glory

I'm a thoro street nigga for real

You just applaud me

Avoid P

Man take your baby moms advice

I'm nothing sweet

Ill with the guns

You pay the price

When you see me in the street soldier

Salute me

You just a groupie

Oh you gangster then shoot me

Who gives a f*ck really

I miss my nigga Twin

Kill me

So I can join the rest of my force up in the heavens

You rap niggas make me laugh

Y'all crazy ass

And I dont give a f*ck what you sold

That sh*t is trash

Bang this

Cause I guarantee that you bought it

Heavy airplay all day with no chorus

I keep it thorough nigga

 

SOrry for the length of this post, those are just some of my favorite verses. I know there are more but I couldn't think of any right now, I also wasn't willing to listen through my iTunes to find another verse.

[Vanillainy]

The whole of Jurrasic 5's - Finish First.

 

 

Yo, because of cash in the purse, guns blast in the hearse

A vast universe when the last is the first

The past been a curse, I need some asprin to nurse

It's your cash getting earth, I ask when it hurts

A passionate burst of some last-minute work

The first human bodies are living last in this Earth

Puffing grass when it works, a bastard at birth

But at last planet Earth, 5 Jurass finish first

(Stashed in this verse) Burning like gas in a torch

(Jurass in a fort) Some don't see past their front porch

(Masking a smirk) No doubt my class been alert

Verbal splash for your thirst, 5 Jurass finish first

[Marc 7even]

Yo, cause the crooks in the game know exactly the same

Not mentioning no names, merely passing the blame

Your ass been in flames since the cash went ka-chang

Why you can't stand the rain when my crew bring the pain

You a masculine myth who I constantly diss

I bond with the Fish, understand we the fifth

Put two and hit the dirt, wish you well, wish you worse

Your ass been cursed, 5 Jurass finish first

Bringing it back from the lost, we have to report

The trash on the chart make you have to resort

To leave the record store instead of quenching your thirst

But at last planet Earth, 5 Jurass finish first

[Charli 2na]

Yo, because of passing the course wife asking divorce

Taking half of your cash, now you bask in remorse

Turning rap into sport, I've mastered the part

Cause the trash on the chart leave you gasping for art

Now if you've mastered the art, I'm asking with force

To mass of your thoughts, to your ass is a corpse

Cover grass in a burst, unfasten your purse

Give your cash to the clerk, 5 Jurass finish first

[Marc 7even]

Yeah, cause the tricks of the trade, I'm a virtual slave

A smirk will get raised once the pen hits the page

While your thoughts of the stage and perhaps getting paid

Relax in the shade, time passing in days

I'm searching for ways to avoid the charade

Cause when voices are laid, choices are made

Be not afraid, people plastic on Earth

Verbal blast bout to burst, 5 Jurass finish first

5 Jurass finish first (Repeat 2x)

[Charlie 2na]

Yo, because of passing the torch, puffing pipes with a bouche

You a hype living loose with your life in the noose

You invite many fools when you ligt chemicals

Night of the living ooze, your ego makes many bruise

[Marc 7even]

You need to watch what you choose, what you give is what you get

Some are lacking intellect in their quest for a check

Is it love or respect, does the subject get you vexed?

Only 4 bars to wreck, the situation is complex

[Charlie 2na]

Yo, you in constant pursuit to be the last in the house

(Where's your wallet?) With the wife, deep stashed in the blouse

[Mark 7even]

Like Without a Doubt you can catch me on the B-side

Cause the one who wins the war...

[Charlie 2na]

...is the one without pride

J5 make you feel a lickle gaseous at first

(Martin Lawrence) And yes I make you ask Is that Lurch?

In you try your soul a lyrical madness that works

Give your cash to the clerk, 5 Jurass finish first

 

probably one of my fave rap songs.

[DJ-Chronic]

Whoever posted the Mos redefinition verse, that's one of my favourites too. His flow is just perfection on that track. I've always liked Budden's walk with me. Big L's ebonics and the hiest verses are sick! But the one verse has to be Pun's super lyrical. Pure wordplay.

[Alternative Child]

Every and any verse from "The Chronic, Dr. Dre".

[Rayo Puño]

Whoever posted the Mos redefinition verse, that's one of my favourites too. His flow is just perfection on that track. I've always liked Budden's walk with me. Big L's ebonics and the hiest verses are sick! But the one verse has to be Pun's super lyrical. Pure wordplay.

I really dig Walk With Me. I heard it off that Def Jam FFNY game, and I was really into it.

 

Immortal Tech has a lot of sick verses too, Dance With the Devil is a genius song lyrically. CunninLynguists also have sick lyrical talent, songs like Thugged Out Since Cub Scouts and f*ckinwitchu.

Of course NY State of Mind by Nas is real good lyrical sh*t.

Vinnie Paz has some really sick songs too, especially Tibetan Black Magicians, he and Canibus really kill that song.

Esoteric on Rise of the Rebel is really sick too, one of my favorites.

[DJ-Chronic]

Yeah that's where I heard it too. Been trying to get the instrumental for years now but it's nowhere to be found. Agree with you about immortal. He's one of the only artists who can lyrically make me .

 

 

[Gantons Most Wanted]

well theres alot of stuff i like lyrically but i'll just put like 5 so far

 

2 Pac Feat. DJ Quik & Tha Outlawz - Late Nite (Released Version)

 

[2Pac]

I'm barely standin, and plus my secondhand say it's midnight

Some Alize and Cristal guaranteed to get right

Like misdemeanors is a small thang

With DJ Quik in this bitch, I let my balls hang

Runnin through the street lights, cause we like, yo nigga

get your mobb on show em what a G like

Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno

Niggaz poppin, welcome to our casino, cause you and me know

hundred percent like a c-note

Lookin for a bitch that's half-black and filipino

And when I meet her I'ma offer her some indo

Tounge-kissin on the window of a pearl white limo

Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga

Touch me here, I'll get bigger

While I'm diggin I'll get deep into your liver

I'm game type

Love f*ckin bitches in the same night

My words are aphrodisiacs if you say em right

The club be poppin so I'm stoppin at the Fat Burger

Look through the paper it's another black crack murder

The city's full of surprises, you can live or you can die

You can f*ck on the first night, or try, in the late night

 

"Last night.. last night changed it all"

['Pac] In the late night!

"Last night.."

"I don't give a f*ck, where you gon'.. be"

['Pac] In the late night!

 

[Hussein Fatal]

Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped

I clock rocks in the rain til my socks is damp

Ain't NUTTIN like bein a thug when I can just

sit on the Row of Death straight knowin that I'm blessed

Hussein Fatal, flawless fatality

Overdosin on crime, three steps from reality

Get up to get down, represent your town, last night

was poppin like like cocked glocks with hollow-tip rounds

 

[Kastro]

From bootycalls to bail sheets, it ain't no tellin

if I wake up in the county in my jail sheets

My intuitions and ambitions up in the late night

probably involves me comin up with just to see another day

Might be me who bites the bullet

In these streets where a man journey

With crooked cops and a society who tryin to burn me

I'm like a pit in a cage, spittin my shells in a gauge

Deadly as AIDS, niggaz gettin crossed like a maze

Now picture me livin my life like a king, maybe one day

Until then I'm livin Monday through Sunday

Bringin the gunplay for all these beefs and battles

When we collide, I'm a ride on that hide like cattle

Cowards best to skedaddle in the late night

 

 

"Last night.. last night changed it all"

"Last night.."

"I don't give a f*ck, where you gon'.. be"

 

[2Pac]

Money and multiple gunshots are shown, large amps are blown

Niggaz in low-lows, pursuin mo' hoes, then go home

The life of a California star, and when you see me

in the drop-top Jag', how many niggaz wanna be me?

Game is automatic, manditory I sell

To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell

Cause when you gettin some riches, watch for dumb bitches

They have you labelled a rapist before you get to tongue-kissin

It's a mean world nigga you strapped, or be a throwaway

Will I survive the late night, to see dawn of day?

Nobody knows me, I'm a shadow

My army fatigues made for battle, pockets full of ammo

Cause when I'm out in the streets, I'm on point, where the static?

Too many done died from semis, so now we automatic

I dissapear whenever heated, ride whenever needed

for my niggaz up in Clentin gettin weeded

Continue to roll until I'm old, ride until I die

Supply long as you motherf*ckers buy

My homies rolled by in a bucket, but they ain't short and duckin

Slappin niggaz known for tellin bitches f*ck-IT in the late night

 

Dr Dre Feat. MC Ren, Time Bomb, Kokane, Xzibit, King T, Knoc-turn'al, Hittman & Defari - Some L.A Niggaz

 

[mc ren]

Yeah nigga, mc ren up in this motherf*cker

(west west y'all)

Yeah, l.a. niggaz

L.a. niggaz rule the world nigga

Y'all niggaz gotta recognize, yaknahmsayin?

Niggaz don't wanna peep game, yaknahmsayin?

But this sh*t come all the way back around here

My nigga dre, droppin heat box on y'all bitch-ass

Yaknahmsayin? you gotta recognize

L.a. niggaz, connected all over the motherf*ckin world, nigga

Recognize this

 

[time bomb]

Now in my younger days i used to sport a rag

Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag

G'd from the feet up

Blued up from the zoo, a pi' grew up

Loc'n, smokin and drinkin til we threw up (threw up)

At ?? park, taggin, hittin fools up

Ditchin my class, just to f*ck yo' school up

You don't wanna blast, nigga tuck yo' tool up

But don't sleep, y'all niggaz quick to shoot you

Now there's another motherf*cker with no future

But time bomb much smoother when i manuever, dope like cuba

Got em jumpin {*king t starts speakin, indecipherable*}

 

[king t]

I'm comin "straight outta compton" with a loose cannon

Smoke big green, call it bruce banner

Watch your manners, at last another blast from the top notch

From way back with the pop rocks, i pop lock witcha

Picture this, dr. dre twistin wit tha liks

And hittman bought a fix

Don't trip, it's a time bomb in this bitch

Here it tick tick tick tick {*boom*}

Wait a minute it's on, i tell it like a true mackadelic

Weed and cocaine sold seperate, check it

From sundown to sunup -- clown done run up

The aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what?

 

Chorus: knoc-turn'al, kokane

 

We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and back heat

Requirements for survival each day -- in l.a.!

It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops

Analyze why we act this way -- in l.a.!

 

[hittman]

Gimme that mic fool, it's a west coast jack move

They call me hitt - cause i spit like gats do

Cock me back

Bust caps for my max crew, at fairfax

Who used to wear air max shoes, that's true

But i grew up where niggaz jack you, harass you

Blast you, for that set you claim (where you from?)

Mash on you for your turkish chain, c.k. b.k.

Blued up or flame, i ran wit a gang

I helped niggaz get, jacked for they dana dane's

My pants hang below my waistline

I look humble wanna rumble? (yeah yeah)

I bang though, like vince carter from the baseline

Don't waste my time

f*ck a scrap in killa cali, ak's and 9's

One-time's, sunshines, and fine-ass bitches

Hawaiian thai, drive-by, six-fo's on switches

 

[xzibit]

I was raised in the hood called what-the-dif'

Where the brothers in the hood, refused to go hollywood

Slugs for the f*ck of it

Anybody hatin on us can suck a dick

If i catch you touchin mine you catch a flatline, dead on the floor

Better than yours, drivin away gettin head from a whore

It's avirex-to-the-z

f*ckin with me might get you banned from tv,

Cassette and cd it's all mine the whole nine the right time

Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie

What, so neither do i, i'm bad for your health

Like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin yourself

 

[defari]

Five in the mornin, burglars at my do'

Glock forty-five in my dresser drawer

Let em come in blaow he see the thunder roll

Roll with niggaz, who by fifths by the fo'

And bruise by the case

Slap you in the face with the bass, dr. dre laced

Likwit kings wit sedans and gold rings

Haters fold the style, but can't find no openings

 

Chorus

 

[outro]

In l.a.

 

That's how we ride (4x)

 

Eazy E - Real MuthPhuckin G's

 

Intro

 

Comp-ton

Comp-ton

Comp-ton

 

Real muthaphuckkin gs...

Real muthaphuckkin gs...

Real muthaphuckkin gs...

 

Verse one

 

Hey yo doctor, heres another proper crack

And its phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper

And let that real sh*t provoke, so yous a wanna be loc

And youll get smoked and I hope that yer fans understand

When ya talk about playin me, the same records that ya

Makin is payin me

Motherf*ck dre

Motherf*ck snoop

Motherf*ck death row

Yo, and here comes me left blow

cuz Im the e-a-z-y-e, and this is the season

To let the real motherf*ckin gs in, ya like a kid ya

Found a pup and now yer dapper, but tell me where the

f*ck ya found ya found an anorexic rapper

Talkin bout who ya go squabble with and who ya shoot

Youre only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots

Damn e, they tried to fade you on dre day

But dre day only met eazys pay day

All of a sudden dr dre is a g thang, but on his

Old album cover he was a she thang

So nigga please, nigga please dont step to deez

Motherf*ckin real gs

 

Yo dre, whats up? *bang*

Yo dre, whats up? *bang*

 

Now take it to the rapper, claimin to be dapper then

The dresta, smoother then a bitch but dres a rollin

Gangster, aint broke a law in yer life, yet every time you rap

You yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look

And the nigga, and youll capture the fact, that the bastard is

Simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slang

And the mental, of niggaz in compton, wattz, and south central

Never ever once have you ran with the turf, yet in every verse you

Claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me whos a witness

To your f*ckin work, so ya never had no buiness, so

Save the drama jerk, niggaz straight kill me

Knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to

You studio gangsters,see I did dirt, I did work, so

Many niggaz can vouch that, so since I got stripes

I got the right to rap about that, but niggaz like you

I gotta hate ya, Im tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about

They comin from projects

Knowin ya aint seen the parts of the streets g

Think ya tryin bang around the time of the peace treaty

Wearin khackis and ya mob while ya ryhme, little fag

Tried to sag, but hes gettin flooded at the same time,

And ya set dont accecpt ya, so ya scared to kick it with yer homies

cuz ya know they dont respect ya, so nigga please check

Nuts before ya step to deez, motherf*ckin real gs

 

Verse three

 

Well, it the knocc out, definition orginal baby gangster

Approach me like you hard, motherf*cker imma bank ya

Shank ya, with my f*ckin shank, if I havta

Dr dre an snoop dogy dogg are f*ckin actors

Pranksters, studio gangsters, busters

But this time yer dealin with some real motherf*ckers

Gs, nigga please, dont try to step

Because if ya do, and I pill cap is all that would be left

See, young niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin,

Claimin my city, but dre you aint from compton

Niggaz like yall is what I call wanna bes it aint sh*t compared

To real motherf*ckin gs

 

Funky is this track...

Yo dre, whats up? *bang*

Yo dre, whats up? *bang*

 

I never met an og who never did sh*t wrong

Ya tried to dis the eazy-e so now nigga its on you

And ya doggy dogg, think yer all honk and sh*t

Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggys dick

Beatin a bitch dont make ya sh*t, but then agian some niggaz

Think it makes a man, damn its a trip

How a nigga could switch so quick from wearin lipstick

To smokin on chronic at picnics, and now ya think yer bigger

But to me you aint nothin but a bitch ass nigga

Who aint worth a food stamp, but at

Death row, I hear yer gettin treated like boot camp

Gotta follow yer seargents directions, or get yer ass

Pumped with a smith and wesson, learn a lesson from the e

Stay in your place and dont step to real motherf*ckin gs

 

Yo dre, whats up? *bang*

Boy ya should have known by now..

Yo dre (whats up? ) *bang*

Boy ya should have known by now...

Yo dre (whats up? ) *bang*

Boy ya should have known by now, eazy duz it....

 

n before anybody points it out i know its a Dre diss but its stilla good record

 

Daz Dillinger Feat. 2 Pac, Tha Outlawz & Kurupt - Iniated

 

[Pac] Live in this muthaf*cker Thug Pound Biotch

Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein

You know bitch the whole muthaf*ckin' clique.

We gon' hit yo' ass up. You know where we comin' from

Death Row BIOTCH hahaha Ay yo Kurupt

you first to blast nigga and you know how we do it on

the Westside nigga

We ballers for real...

[Kurupt]

For real I got it bought you the blue steel

cowards hit the panic button

thinkin' that it was what it wadn't

sh*t's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don

with the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine

the back cracker smack you with

my verbals & graphic grammar

My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama

get touched by my Arm & Hammer

all across the planet niggas crumble like granite

from Tahiti to the Mid-Atlantic

probable cause to get hit sh*t

niggas best get physically & mentally fit

Show ya hoe I ignore for real & I can tell

on the DL I got an Indecent Proposal for her (biotch)

mashin' in a Ford Explorer hell hound host the horror

escape from the Box Pandora somethin' for ya

get rocked by my midnight Glock

sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block

f*ckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch the

?Nicki Scarful? comin' through the bus death

spreads through camps like ?Parvul?

Young Gotti Kurupt & C with the dope & the green weed

Indeed I'm out to get high & supply

what you need Mr. Postman

comin' through with all the mail What you need?

I got for sale on the stairwell to Hell

[Fatal Hussein]

I wake up sparkin' to get wild on the streets

barkin' & playas drinkin' kegs til y'all niggas beg Martin

you labelled Paw nervous no I do this job dirty

Donna Karan New York call it Fatal Dogg New Jersey

niggas ain't seen time I travel courts & dream crime

my room like the million dollar bill folded with green blinds

chairs is a hundreds for shams I run that hole in quickies

Dollar bills is 'intendos the windows is folded fifties

Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless

I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office

you the softest I'm takin' ya honies they Telly pieces

wearin' my f*ckin' dick around they neck like Kelly leashes

My boys & me is poison we don't get along equal

Fight each other like brothers it's all good we strong people

more strain on the brain & the pain I deal with

ill with nasty niggas my whole crew on some real sh*t

for real bitch the steel clique I bill with menaces

ya number one nemesis paragraphical like Genesis

[Pac]

Stupid muthaf*ckas Outlaw Immortal Bitch

Dogg Pound Thug Life you know how we f*ckin' do this sh*t!

You stupid muthaf*ckas don't get me...

Now take a look inside my mind

that Pen' time made me rise but still I rise

Cause my Ambitionz Az A Ridah like land mines

Lyrics turn niggas into smithereens

music so lethal turn coliseums to murder scenes

I'm Makaveli the Don is what they tell me

I'm armed I'm droppin' niggas like bombs

get in that ass like a thong

Picture a felon in ya presence

takin' bustas back to the Essence

tellin' my people peep my lethal message

visions of me gettin' money got me in mash mode

murderous motives for niggas stoppin' my cash flow

you can't fight it nigga let go

Witness the sound made ya bitch ass

bow down to Death Row

Mama these niggas got me fightin' these 3 Strikes

showin' up in court f*ck what you thought it's three nights

I put the game down first put my niggas up on it

now we Amerikaz Most Wanted feel that

[Kastro]

Since my Only Fear of Death is Mama cryin' for help

& OG Daddy wanna ride when I know

he ain't got sh*t else since I'm his only soldier

Nobody else gonna roll for me & I know

without the Row & Immortal Outlaw (Ay K)

I'll be forgotten for sho

plus this Thug Life it got me livin'

Initiated playa hated without givin' a single f*ck

why they dangling baby all on my nuts

I be singling fingering bitches to f*ck

[Pac]

Bitches is wild niggas is lame

I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game

muthaf*ckas actin' crazy bustin' me in the jaw

Initiated as an Outlaw hahahaha (yeah muthaf*cka)

[Daz]

Now a mission ain't a mission if nobody rides

and a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies

and a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep

enemies rest in peace deceased f*ckin' with me

I got to 'complish a goal I'm out seekin' gold

expose the strap gotta let off the cousin rough & raw

Never fell to my knees for sh*t cause I demand sh*t

with this Daz Dillinger drillin' ya for ya sh*t

on the streets for the sixth time in & out for the crime

I rates crimes add up in food stamp dollars & dimes

I'm slippin' slidin' f*cked up nigga whuttup

In the cut flossin' like a muthaf*cka whuttup

beside all being now tell me where ya comin' from

that ain't where I see thangs & nigga what's the outcome

[idi Amin]

For so many days & so many ways we been duckin' strays

they delivers but still we some Bad Boy killers

Hold the scrillas I dump in you niggas' livers

then watch ya body shiver & ya mama quiver

from the way you just got lit up

Hit up the Westside on my way out

y'all whole crew should've knew it was on

from Makaveli's first day out now y'all gettin' played out

& laid out for public display on this day

y'all niggas is historay cause the whole crew is bitch to me

listen to me Idi How many of y'all can see me?

Cause I'll tack that ass like A's attack DC

Believe me 'cause although now I'm just a young stolder

I'm soon to be a gun holder Initiate to the clique

with a left to my lip now the fight's over

 

[Vito Leone]

Every and any verse from "The Chronic, Dr. Dre".

That album sucks man. No offense... only songs i dig are f*ck Wit Dre Day, Rat Tat Tat Tat, and Deeez Nuuuts.

 

Doggystyle is better....

 

Snoop Dogg - Aint No Fun if the homies cant have none

 

I met you in the club last night baby

Before you opened up your gap

I had a respect for ya lady

But now I take it all back

Because you gave me all ya pussy

And you even licked my balls

Leave ya number on the Caddy

And I promise baby, I give you a call

 

2pac - Str8 Ballin

 

I rather die makin money

Then live for a better way to sell that ounce or a kilo

I need money in a major way

Time to f*ck that biatch and do sh*t to get paid

 

Grandmaster Flash - The Message (whole song)

 

Grandmaster Flash - white lines (whole song) hey rayo

 

2pac -> I heard rumor I died, murdered in cold blood, pictures of me in my final stages, you know momma cried but that was just fiction, some coward just got the story twisted....

 

 

 

[All-Blacks]

Artist: Ice Cube

Album: The Predator

Song: We Had to Tear This Muthaf*cka Up

 

("Peace, quiet and good order will be maintained in our city

to the best of our ability. Riots, melees and disturbances

of the peace are against the interests of all our people; and

therefore cannot be permitted.")

("The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...")

("We've been told that all along Crenshaw Boulevard

that there's a series of fires. A lot of looting is going on.

A disaster area, obviously.")

("The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...")

[Cube] Make it rough

("A lot of activity continues here at this command post.")

[Cube] Make it rough!!

("We have sporadic fires, throughout the city of Los Angeles.")

 

[Verse 1]

Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me

When the news get to the hood the niggaz will be

hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust

Kickin up dust is a must

I can't trust, a cracker in a blue uniform

Stick a nigga like a unicorn

Born, wicked, Laurence, Powell, foul

Cut his f*ckin throat and I smile

Go to Simi Valley and surely

somebody knows the address of the jury

Pay a little visit, "Who is it?" (Ohh it's Ice Cube)

"Can I talk to the grand wizard," then boom!!

Make him eat the barrel, modern day feral

Now he's zipped up like leather tuscadero

Pretty soon we'll catch Sergeant Koon

Shoot him in the face, run up in him with a broom-

-stick, prick, devils ain't sh*t

Introduce his ass to the AK-40 dick

Two days niggaz layed in the cut

To get some respect we had to tear this muthaf*cka up

 

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

[Cube] Make it rough

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

 

[Verse 2]

I gotta mac-10 for Officer Wind

Damn his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas

in a casket, crew cut fa**ot

Now he ain't nothin but food for the maggots

Lunch, punch, Hawaiin, lyin

Niggas ain't buyin, ya story, bore me

Tearin up sh*t with fire, shooters, looters

Now I got a laptop computer

I told you it would happened and you heard it, read it

But all you can call me was anti-semitic

Regret it? Nope, said it? Yep

Listen to my big black boots as I step

Niggaz had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push

But your National Guard ain't hard

You had to get Rodney to stop me, cause you know what?

We woulda to' this muthaf*cka up

 

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

[Cube] Make it rough

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

[Cube] Ay Muggs, make it rough!

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

 

[Verse 3]

It's on, "Gone With the Wind"

and I know white men can't dunk, now I'm stealin blunts

And a cake from Betty Crocker, Orville Reddenbacher

Don't f*ck with the black-owned stores but hit the Foot Lockers

Steal, motherf*ck Fire Marshall Bill

Oh what the hell, throw the cocktail, I smell smoke

Got the f*ck out, Ice Cube lucked out

My nigga had his truck out, didn't get stuck out

in front of that store with the Nikes and Adidas

Oh Jesus, Western Surplus got the heaters

Meet us, so we can get the 9's and the what-nots

Got the Mossberg with the double eyed buckshot

Ready for Darryl, and like Beretta would say

keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow

Don't do the crime if you can't do the time

But I'm rollin, so that's a f*cked up slogan

The Hogan's, Heroes, spotted the guerilla

by the Sizzler, hittin up police killer

The super-duper nigga that'll buck

We had to tear this muthaf*cka up, so what the f*ck!?!

 

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

[Cube] Huh, make it rough!

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

[Cube] Yo Muggs, make it rough

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

[Cube] Huh, make it rough

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

[Cube] Enough!

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

{"Wroooooooooong nigga to f*ck WITH!"}

 

("Not guilty verdicts for Stacey Koon, Laurence Powell, Timothy

Wind, and Theodore Briseno. The four officers accused of beating

motorist Rodney King.")

 

 

[DJ-Chronic]

Congratulations. You can copy and paste from google. Clap Clap.

 

Stop posting entire songs! A, it's annoying to scroll through sh*t and B, this is about verse's not hooks and intro's.

[drunk_monk]

2pac- ghetto star verse 3

Walkin through the cemetary

Talkin to my homies that was buried

See my enemies wanna see me dead, I ain't worried, forgive me

Please give me shelter, calm my fears

Lifted my head, from my hands, had a palm of tears

I see bodies gettin splashed, with acid

Two shots rang from the plastic glock, wrapped in plastic

Buried the bastard, time to notify, his family

Shiiit, ain't nuttin left to be identified

Evacuate the crime scene fast

Why I heard the Feds had a warrant for my ass

Fly, I won't touch down 'til I see Tiajuana

Set up shop sellin them crooked cops marijuana

Label me a success, I made the switch

Retired from the life that never gave me sh*t

With cash that I couldn't spend, countless cars

An addict for a wife, my life, as a ghetto star

 

foe the love of money eazy-e's verse

Standin' on the corner straight

slangin' rocksAw sh*t! Here comes the

muthaf*ckin' cops!So I dash, I ducks, and I hides

behind a treeMakin' sure the muthaf*ckas don't

see meNow my fat sack of rocks hell yeah i stuffed

'emPolice on my draws, i had to pauseAnd yeah,

it's still muthaf*ck 'emNow my game is tight,

tight as f*ck is my gameEasy muthaf*ckin E or Eric Wright

it's all the sameNow niggas might trip on how I stash

my gripI gotta have it bitchFor the love of this

sh*t

 

ludacris- who not me last verse

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then its dick I give her

Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver

Neva back down, won't shake nor shiver

f*ck with me and get found in the Chattahoochee River

This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker

But shoties to the body make him drop much quicker

Yeah I appear to be a nice lil nigga

f*ck with anything I love, I'm a stone cold killa

Eating off of 'Sace, sleeping on chinchilla

8 figga nigga, I'm a multi milla

See me in the street, it can't get no realer

Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla

My neighbors say my house can't get no bigga

I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper

Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper

Or I'll Brrrrddd Stick Her HaHaHa Stick HER

 

 

i dont think people

give ludacris enough credit he has a great flow

[Paco]

 

foe the love of money eazy-e's verse

Standin' on the corner straight

slangin' rocksAw sh*t! Here comes the

muthaf*ckin' cops!So I dash, I ducks, and I hides

behind a treeMakin' sure the muthaf*ckas don't

see meNow my fat sack of rocks hell yeah i stuffed

'emPolice on my draws, i had to pauseAnd yeah,

it's still muthaf*ck 'emNow my game is tight,

tight as f*ck is my gameEasy muthaf*ckin E or Eric Wright

it's all the sameNow niggas might trip on how I stash

my gripI gotta have it bitchFor the love of this

sh*t

 

 

That Eazy verse was sorry. Yeah, sometimes Ludacris can kill it, but most of the time he's just writin' bullsh*t.

 

Canibus - Genabis, the first verse, dope as hell. 2nd verse on Poet Laureate II. Uh.. Big Pun on Twinz '98 (first verse). Big L on The Heist Revisited and Devil's Son. Also L on Big Picture. Can't think of anymore.

[Striker*]

ludacris- who not me last verse

Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh

Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then its dick I give her

Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver

Neva back down, won't shake nor shiver

f*ck with me and get found in the Chattahoochee River

This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker

But shoties to the body make him drop much quicker

Yeah I appear to be a nice lil nigga

f*ck with anything I love, I'm a stone cold killa

Eating off of 'Sace, sleeping on chinchilla

8 figga nigga, I'm a multi milla

See me in the street, it can't get no realer

Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla

My neighbors say my house can't get no bigga

I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper

Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper

Or I'll Brrrrddd Stick Her HaHaHa Stick HER

 

 

i dont think people

give ludacris enough credit he has a great flow

So I'm not the only one who likes that verse. He was nice on The Potion too.

[beanmachine43]

I agree with with Paco on Luda, he has talent but he could be spitting some real sh*t instead the same thing everybody else is.

 

Some others that popped into my mind just now were Pac on Str8 Ballin and Ballad of a Dead Soulja. Most of Tech N9ne's verses are solid, but I'm not too into him, especially his newer stuff. I also just heard Hate it or Love It for the first time in a while, but even though I'm not a huge fan of 50, his first verse was great along with Game's.

[drunk_monk]

lol i was gona put big puns first verese in twinz but i thought it was too short GOOD VERSE thoe

Edited December 23, 2006 by drunk_monk

[drunk_monk]

Ghostface-daytona-raekwon

Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge

Knowledgists, street astrologists

Light up the mic God, knowledge this

Fly joints that carried your points

Corolla Motorola holder

Play it God, he pack over the shoulder

Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise

Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives

Rapel on fakes like reflectors

He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career

We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna

run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo

And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break

Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake

Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing

Claim they doin the same sh*t we doin, f*ck your unit

It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle

On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials

Especially that, aluminum bat in the act

Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black

The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex

Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts

The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans

Layin with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands

We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem

Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em

Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar

Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star

 

 

scarface-look me in my eyes-first verse

 

Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see

Do you think I'm cra-zy??? (AAAAAGHHH!! Just bein me)

Sometimes I wanna die, maybe I'll be free

Free from all this bullsh*t that's constantly surroundin me

(I can feel it in my head) I see when I'm asleep

I don't wish to discustin, cause it done been too deep

I'm tired of bein' stepped on, and past around like weed

Look me in my eyes (Look me in my eyes)

and tell me what you see (and tell me what you see)

Can you see my future, and what lies down the line?

Is it just my test, or is it just my time?

Time for me to pay, for all the wrong I've did

I forgot to be picked off, when I was just a kid

A poison in my mind, tryin to find relief

But I can't get no peace, cause Shoemaukers been chasin me

Tryin' to set me up, bustin down my streets

Blockin' up my door, to see if he can catch me

But I don't sell no dope, so f*ck what niggas say

f*ck Ronnie Carbone(?), and f*ck the D.E.A.

And f*ck these undercovers, that lock me up for weed

You can search me all you want to, but you won't find no cheese

And I ain't finna snitch, cause I don't know a thang

Don't ask me sh*t bout Steve, don't ask me sh*t bout Jane

I know you crackrs pissed off, I can see it in your eyes

I'm down with Rap-A-Lot, until the day that I die

(Until the day that I die)

So f*ck you in ya asses, you know it's all a lie

You just wanna destroy me, just like you did my guy

But now I must expose you, and tell my boys the truth

Listen up my niggaz: "The F.B.I. been watchin' you"

Especially if you black, and tryin to leave the streets

And get off in this music, you see the way they doin me

Runnin in my crib, makin niggaz lie

Nigga get a scapegoat and take this 25

You know I ain't no dopeboy, ain't never been a mule

I admit I use to sell rocks, but that was back in school

Now I just do music, and smoke a little weed

but not enough to run a dope house, so why you f*ck with me?

 

dmx-party up-first verse

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight

All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick

and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick

How the f*ck you gonna cross the dog with some bum sh*t?

Aight There go the gun click, nine one one sh*t

All over some dumb sh*t, ain't that some sh*t

Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around,

it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked

And I don't know who the f*ck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you sh*t a nigga tried to diss you that's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church

Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts

 

[Paco]

That whole "4, 3, 2, 1" joint by LL Cool J with Redman, Method Man, DMX, and Canibus. But 'Bus and Redman shine the most. Redman killed that joint.

[Striker*]

That whole "4, 3, 2, 1" joint by LL Cool J with Redman, Method Man, DMX, and Canibus. But 'Bus and Redman shine the most. Redman killed that joint.

Yeah man, that song is serious.

 

And my favorite verse of all time is Andre 3000's last verse on Aquemini. Everything Andre 3000 touches is gold.

[Paco]

That whole "4, 3, 2, 1" joint by LL Cool J with Redman, Method Man, DMX, and Canibus. But 'Bus and Redman shine the most. Redman killed that joint.

Yeah man, that song is serious.

 

And my favorite verse of all time is Andre 3000's last verse on Aquemini. Everything Andre 3000 touches is gold.

Too bad they aren't the same Outkast they were 10 years ago. Andre went all expirimental on Love Below (I liked it, though) but he isn't the same. Life f*cks up, sh*t changes, I guess.

[D Jones]

"4, 3, 2, 1" Ironically started the fued between LL and Canibus. lol. But good song none the less.

 

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