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sexytammy (f)
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hate her boyfriend
said he's so annoying
he need to find employment
i shit on him plus the toilet  - chris brown kiss kiss remix
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bjluv
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There aint no pussy in the world better than mine
(Rah Digga in Touch It Rmx part 2)
How true is that?  mine goes: If America is the United States of America, then why can't Africa be the United States of Africa. And if England, is the United Kingdom, then why can’t Africa unite all the kingdoms and become United Kingdom of Africa? - Wyclef Jean, Million Voices. |
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eldee (m)
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I told him, "Give up the dough, before you get smoked
Oh you're broke? ( *shots* ) now you're dead broke" - Big L
I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches
I get more pussy on accident then most niggas get on purpose - Big L too
Big L being a virgin, thats idiotic
cause if L got the aids every cuttie in the city got it - Still Big L
My style is too developed to be arrested
It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole
They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell
but I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail - Common
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bolajibaok (m)
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ama take yall to my back yard and let ma doggs bite yo
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eldoublo (m)
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I bleed it from my spleen/ Since Smeka was a teen/ When - shining like a beam/ And - Admiring all them B.M.Dubs/ Ive done seen em thugs/ Guess who get more love?/ When push turns shove, Courtesy of the Great OLou www.myspace.com/olou1ne |
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chucks20 (m)
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You know what the mid west is
young and restless
the restless, niggaz
might snatch your necklace
the next is niggaz might jack your lexus
somebody tell these niggaz who kanye west is
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Thug Life (m)
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What they want from us motherfuckin thug niggaz?
Used to love niggaz now I plug niggaz, and slug niggaz
Am I wrong? Niggaz makin songs, tryin to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust
2PAC When We Ride On Our Enemies
Yeah it's true I'm gettin pussy, but baby you gettin privates!
And since you bein laced with the penetration
It's only right to show a form of appreciation
2pac Fair Xchange
I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
2pac Pac's Life
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lai-lai (m)
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@eldee
those were sweet lines by Big L, he's one f ma fav, punchline master
now look who creepin, look who crawlin, still ballin in that mix
its that six six long privates slim nigga stickin your chick,
-slim thug on still tippin
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el_cij (m)
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"because if you go platinum, it's got nothing to do with luck
it just means that a million people are stupid as f, "
Immortal Technique
Industrial Revolution
Revolutionary Vol. 2
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bolajibaok (m)
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jack be nimble jack better be quick its the queen and the princess jack en speak
this little brothers they be writiing me love letters.
i gotta shake my bom bom too. shake it up with da coolest queen
queen bee and the princess
little shanice ft little kimberly shake your bombom
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elderz
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@lai-lai
yeah, the guy coulda been a legend if he was still alive, with those punches he coulda been the one to kill snap music. . .
@el cij
you just dropped one of my best immortal technique lines, check this one
The bling-bling era was cute, but it's about to be done.
I leave you full eclipse (of clips i.e bullets) like the moon blocking the sun
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jchublue
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So many of them. My favourites are
"I spit bars,
like i threw up Mars"
Jchubeta "Circa 96"
We push the hottest V's, peel fast
through the city, play Monopoly with real cash
Me and Biggie and the models be, sugar nase and did he ask?
And parotta be, somethin you cats got to see
And the watches be all types and shapes of stones
Bein broke is childish and I'm quite grown
Run up in the club with the ice on, me and Python
Scope the spot out, see somethin nice and I'm gone
You cats is home, screamin the fight's on
I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, watchin Ty-son
Same night, same fight
But one of us cats ain't playin right, I let you tell
Jay Z " I love the dough"
My crew puff lye, anyone test the Pun must die
Just give me one try -- 'Now you know you done fucked up right?'
Hah, you ain't got no wins in my casa
Hit the basa, you ain't even in my clasa
I hate a actor that plays a rapper
I'm Terror Squad beta kappa everybody's favorite rapper
Grand imperial college material insane criminal
The same nigga who known to blow out your brain mineral
I reign subliminal inside your visual
Try to supply your physical with my spiritual side of this lyrical
I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you
Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you
Soon as I chitter chatter you shitter shatter, I'm the kid
out of Bronx, that'll stomp you to death like it didn't matter
Big Pun "John Blaze"
Fake one, take one, no ultimatum face one
There's no escape from straight from the grain come the great one
My blade swung, decapitate your snake head
Slit your snake tongue make one false maneuver you a mystery
Unsolved, the mob that revolves automatically involved
musclebound sounds surround commercial thugs
Rock turtledove bowery suits
and purple gloves, me and you can have some fun
Make it a blast, you couldn't take the impact
with steel shoulderpads, blood for blood
Veteran, covered in mud, wounded in the midst of war
Still tradin slugs gettin major love
Way above you newcomers, I come thunderin
with the heat of two summers when I enter the zone
Move mountains with the presence alone before the words
rip through the microphone, chrome dipped lyrics
are known to split stone, you private eyes home in
but can't seem to clone
Inspector Deck "Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy)"
mess you losers, while you fake jacks I makes maneuvers
like Hitler, sticking up (Jews) with German (lugers)
The Mr. Meth-Tical from Staten Isle
Will be back after this mess-age don't touch the dial
Rarely do you see an MC out for justice
Got my gun powder and my musket — blow!!
Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellen
Half of my Clan's three deep felons
Niggas best protect they joints for Nine-Nickel
Man I stay on point like icicles
Now who want to test Tical then touch Tical
All up in your motherfucking mouth
Head banger boogie
Catch me on tour with Al Doogie
Method Man roll too tight, you can pull me
Better take one and pass or that's that ass
Your vital statistics are low and falling fast
Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash
Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast
Method Man "Got my mind made up"
Well I come through with two packs
of the bomb prophalaks for protection
So my fucking sac won't collapse
Cause nowadays, shit's evading the x-rays
Sending young motherfuckers to an early grave
I wonder, if my terrifying tactics of torturing MC's
shows my heart's as cold as the tundra
Electrifying like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfucking poisonous touch
Kurupt "Got my mind made up"
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jchublue
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i was twirled in, refered to a whirlwind Grew up in a whirlwind, dude on thorough gin That's why as long as the world spin That bentley with the engine and the trunk from Berlin, I'm curled in Smirkin', seats is Sherling Surely I'm sure, shit, shorty tell ya girlfriends In traffic jammin' with pearl rims It's magic, magician, I'm Merlin Camron "So FREE" See I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music Flow tight like I was born Jewish Used the streets as a conduit - I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's Buick At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it My life is gettin too wild I need to bring some sort kind of calm to it Bout to lose it; voices screamin "Don't do it!" Jay Z "This can't be life" Now you can quote me on this I bust my gun Also quote me on this I handle my biz I knew it was my house when Run was sayin it was his I aint lyin Aint no cords or no steam in this iron But it is a permanent press Have these 38 shells spray starch your chest Leave you stiff Coroners make ashes of you In rap I'm like God nigga forever above you If I don't do it all I just dial my phone And you get sprayed through your clothes like you put on cologne If it's not violence or drugs I have nothing to spit I be lyin if I talk some spiritual shit Like Kirk Franklin and them Y'all just aint me I can't tell you about God but I can tell you about a key Sheek Louch "You told me" A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women, bringin in to G-minumums to condos with elevators in them, vehicles with telivision's in them, watch they entoruage turn your's to just mirages, disaperin acts, strictly nines and macs, killers be sureal, Copperfeild material, my dreams is vivid, work hard to live it, any place I visit I got land there, how can players stand there and say I sound like them, hello, push wigs and back and push six coup's that's yellow, bust clips to expand some hand to elbow, spray up your days in, any teller you win, crack ?? to ?? is how I may be drivin,  of street sweepers beside the beamer wagon, I rely on Bigs status, surely down if I die, put that on my diamond bezil, you're messin with the Devil, why, Notorious BIG "can't stop the reign remix" Spit a few at a traitor with that new AR Try to kill me I'm the leader, that's coup d'etat Streetsweepers in that Coupe all black Bitches want my chipped tooth back Steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked Nas "The N" I don't give a mess if I sold one or one million, but I think you should Cause if I only sold one, then out comes the hood Jay Z "Jigga my nigga" |
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chiogo (f)
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Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take a second to listen who you
think this record is dissin', but put yourself in my position, just try to envision witnessin'
your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin' that someone's always goin'
through her purse and shits missin', going through public housing systems, victim of
Munchausen's syndrome, my whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew
up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya' stomach, doesn't it, wasn't it the reason you made
that Cd for me, ma, so you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma, but guess what, your
gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely, and Nathan's growing up so quick, he's going to
know that your phoney, and Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful, but
you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral, see what hurts me the most is you won't
admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom, but how dare
you try to take what you didn't help me to get, you selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in
hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, well guess
what, I am dead, dead to you as can be,
Cleanin' out my closet--------> Eminem
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seun001 (m)
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Chiogo,
yeah u got that,one of my best tracks by eminem.
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kadafi (m)
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Three shots close range, never touching me
Divine intervention, can't stop i from drinking mytas with ty ty down in nevada ahah papa
word life, i dabbled in crazy weight without rap i was crazy straight
partner am still spending money from 88
Dead predidents-Jay-z
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mailmalc (m)
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My fav. line;
i get (at) @ niggaz like an email address - papoose
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chiogo (f)
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This kind@ talk's only reserved for the bosses
which means i get it from the ground
Which means u get it when am around 
RoC BoYz------> Jay-z
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adusco (m)
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ruggedman and mode 9.na my man
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eldee (m)
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I made you look/
You's a slave to a page of my rhymebook/
Nas- Made you look
Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage
One nigga front, my face on the front page
Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib
One God to show me how to do things his son did
Nas- One Mic
Look at the nigga next to you right now
Is he real, fake or scared
Do it like this niggaz right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall - stay real stay true stay holdin figures
Never put a bitch over my niggaz
I shall never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I always hold you down in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the death I swear
Nas- Smoking
It's Dark and Hell is Hot, Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood
And Then There Was X
Got niggas like what's next and then
Hit 'em again, you cats aint never gon' win
I was here before most of y'all careers were born
I'll be here when y'all careers are gone, still strong
Difference between right and wrong is me
Niggas talk shit, but you can't MC
we already know how much your watch is worth
talk about, helpin the hurt, savin the church
DMX- Trina Moe
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J UNIT (m)
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for god so loved the world, that he gave his only beggotten son.---------- bible(john 3 16)
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wit.ty.kid
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uh oh, you did it, now you gotta get it/ weezy f is in your building, i will step on your building from the step of my building/ raise hell, hell's risen call me young raekwon, I'm a chef in hell's kitchen/ flow! sweet as devil food i eat angels for dinner call me what you want i don't give a finger in the middle/ I'm going to hold it down then blow up my anchor is the missle when you say we got the burrrr i ain't trying to whistle/ long body maybach it makes me feel so little, I'm ballin on these suckers and i won't pick up my dribble/ retarded on the beat, sick! i spit hospitals and she couldn't stand under my umbrella if it drizzle, my pimp game propa, my if aim propa, so run and i will hit you like jeremiah trotter/ Yessir call me yound carter, my leather so soft and i be stutin like my daddy, yA DiG!@
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markolini (m)
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sometimes it hard to wake up in the morning mind full of demons i don't want to hear them anymore
that's y little children scream
because they get to see violence before they see a human being, Tupac"resurrection"
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LASIEFAIRE (m)
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everybody's bad and everybody's tough
but how many people are intelligent enough
to open up their eyes and see through the lies
discipline themselves, yourself to stay alive?
not many
That's why the universe sent me today on this stage
with this to to say
the rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer
and in the final hour many heads will lose power
what does the rich versus the poor really mean?
psychologically it means you got to pick your team
when someone says the rich gets richer
visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture
the rich get richer, cause they work towards rich
the poor get poorer, cause their minds can't switch from the ghetto
let go, it's not a novelty
you could love your neighborhood without loving poverty
follow me, every mother, father, son, daughter
there's no reason to fear the New World Order
we must order the whole new world to pay us
the New World Order and the old state chaos
the Big Brother watching over you, is a lie you see
Hip-Hop could build it's own secret society
but first you and I got to unify
stop the niggativity and control our creativity
the rich is getting richer, so why we ain't richer?
could it be we still thinking like niggas?
educate yourselves, make your world view bigger
visualize wealth and put yourselves in the picture
BY KRS ONE.
I enjoy COMMON's, TALIB KWELI's lyrics too
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wit.ty.kid
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i might be in the sky flying with the fishes, or maybe in the ocean swimming with the pigeons, see my world is different, like dwyane wade, and if you want trouble, bitch i want the same thing!
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edosioo (f)
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saucekid
""you don't like me , what the fcuk is wrong wit ya''
saucekid -i can't feel my face
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Shaz (f)
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DOn't be living life like u got a spare in the boot
You're a pack of lies, your fantasy is a dispair in a hoot
It all ends when you get shooked because u ain't no hood
Thatz the end mutherfucker, i was bent on the 'shoot'
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j-flux
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the whole world sits in tha circuference of his hands, cross movement
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j-flux
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god is so creative he gave every snow flak a different pattern, Shai linne
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Hardballer (m)
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AZ sosa
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
mess who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary
And my mentality is, money orientated
I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it
cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters
But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners
Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin
Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition
Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us
Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us
Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go
but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough
so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors
me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers
Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high
Cause life's a bitch and then you die
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makavele (m)
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THE HUSTLER OF ALL HUSTLERS, I SAY ITS SOMETHING I BORROW
SELL NIGHT TO THE DAY AND THEN SELL TODAY TO TOMORROW
NO MONEY DON'T EVEN BOTHER, GET SOME PAPER THEN CALL UP
CALL GEORGE BUSH'S DAUGHTER, I SELL HER KATRINA WATER
JUST TO GET AT HER FATHER, JUST SO THEY HAVE SOME EVIDENCE
AM SLICK ENOUGH TO TAKE PRECEDENCE FROM THE PRESIDENTS
, CHAMILLIONAIRE
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markolini (m)
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did u plant seeds juss to be a vegetable
we invest in a team it to the death fo sho
no X n O tex calicos
aim at your chest nigga
obie trice (snitch)
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