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Ibo man and their business spirit! By the way, is my boo (Idollier) from the Eastern part of Nigeria?

Yes ooooooooooooooooooooooo.

50 got Wanksta and death of Ja Rule alongside Eminem and Busta but what??

Ja clapped back and he gave them the real thang

Whatever! but Fiddy ain't a real thug

He didn' smash him!

Okay??

Oh My God, I can't just stop laughing my head off! Please help me!

Winks!

He is good but not as good as my one and only NAStradamus!

Thanks man! They won't listen!

Check the polls!

This is absolute dud! Sheer Rubbish!

One afternoon on Broad street, N5 note saw his fresh looking elder brother N500 note coming out of a fast food plaza. He hailed him and said... "Hello brother, long time. Where have you been? "As you can see, answered N500 note, I am always around the big financial districts: Broad Street, Victoria Island, fast food plaza, Central Bank, boutique, VGC and the oil companies." "And you N5? I've not seen you in ages, where have you been hiding?" N5 aswered, "My brother, na church o, na there they recognise me pass now................ Good day

He's sold so many albums over the years. Venni Vetti Vicci, Rule 3:16, Pain is Love, Last Temptation, and Blood in My eye.

You can't compare what he's achieved to Fiddy's duds.

It's Fiddy's time but Game is coming over him!

Thanks my brother!

Will you change your mind if I get you out of Kell's closet?

ldollier:
menike one word for you

GGGGGGGGG G-UNIT.

am out, you can't pay me a million dollars to change my mind on fiddy.

Will you change my mind if I get you out of kell's closet

Kells is my brother-in-law. I can get you out of his closet over and over again.

Girl, your Superman is here.

Don't panic

Fiddy is only better than Ja is singing but not in rapping. The topic is " who raps best"
Wise up!

They have fallen already. Taye Taiwo is at it again.
Next prey for the Scavengers is Zimbabwe!

They have fallen already. Taye Taiwo is at it again.
Next prey for the Scavengers is Zimbabwe!

Do we start over and over again. Read all the posts in this thread and you will see what we're talking about Huh!

Ether finished all those songs you've just put down!

@ Babagana,

She's in my closet!

what else do you want?

I'll help you out Idollier! You can count on me!

That was the Ether that was burning Jay Z's flesh slowly. Tell everyone not to dare my man or he'll be ethered. Get that

That was the Ether that was burning Jay Z's flesh slowly. Tell everyone not to dare my man or he'll be ethered. Get that

[gunshots]

[Nas talking]
("Bleep Jay-Z"
What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog
You, what?
("Bleep Jay-Z"
You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
("Bleep Jay-Z"

[Chorus:]
(I) Bleep with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilege
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Check it

[Chorus]

[talking]
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
Ay, y'all gays, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring

[Chorus]

I've been bleeped over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live

[talking]
(I...will...not...lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas

[Chorus]

Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Caine, to Herb, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
You a dick-ridin gay, you love the attention
Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss



Who'll would have responded to this song?

menike:
@idollier

Do we have to du this again ?

Sis Ja is better in freestyle , Hardcore , Straight from tha street *Word*

Feeling you bro! I don't hate Fiddy, but you must agree with me that Ja is far better than him talking about Hardcore and the rest!

[R. Kelly Talking]
Yo what up, my nigga?
You know, I was in the hood...
I just thought I'd stop by...and holler at you for a minute...
Pour out a little liquor or somethin'

[Verse 1]
Nigga, we done been through a lot of shit together
From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whatever
And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of shit to tell ya
Things I should've said way back when we was younger
Remember when we used to roll hand in hand?
And now I'm trippin' on how I really miss you, man
And remember when...you and me would say
We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay
It's all good now...
My nigga, we out the hood now...(Uh)
We had the...same ideas, but not the...same careers
We shared the...same old laugh, but not the...same tears
You were my homie, my stoney, my Rollie
My nigga and never placed no bitch befo' me
Man, I swear to God I love for that shit
Why'd you have to get hit? Where was I? What time was it?
You were supposed to get older with me
On stage, hands on shoulders with me
Coppin' them Range Rovers with me
Sittin' on thangs and...smokin' trees
And if it wasn't for the will that God had made
I'd turn back the hands of time and take your place
Sittin' here sippin' on this Hennessy
Just...thinkin' about how much you meant to me, my nigga

[Bridge]
Even though you're gone, you will always be my nigga
Though you made it home, I'm still missin' you, my nigga
I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my nigga
I know you're smilin' down sayin', "Carry on, my nigga"
Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga
Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga
So I had to write a song, my nigga...
Just to let you know that you're...still my nigga

[Hook]
I wish, I wish, I wish... (Oh, I)
I wish, I wish, I wish...

[Verse 2]
Your little son is lookin' at me like, "Where's my daddy?"
And your 13-year old daughter is mad 'cuz she understands
Promised your mama I'd take care of the family
But she's so hurt, she turns away my helpin' hands
Damn, I wish your ass was here, my nigga
To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my nigga
And we would talk about you gettin' up out this game
And you would tell me how it keeps callin' your name
(We used to ride-ride-ride)
Never afraid to...(Die,die,die)
But some times we'd...(Cry,cry,cry)
Askin' the Lord...(Why,why,why)...they're tearin' down these projects...
We were homies for like 20 thug years (Say what?)
Sat in church and cried the same thug tears (Say what?)
You remember when Vibe World Premier
How we used to share the same old gear
And remember when...you and me would say
We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay
It's all good now...
My nigga, we out the hood now
It's so...easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on"
When I'm dyin' every second that you're gone
Nevertheless, I try my best to be strong
Hopin' you said your prayers before you went on home
We done stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze
We'd slap-box dead in the middle of streets
And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me
Now all I have left are these ghetto memories

[Hook]
I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)
I wish, I wish, I wish

[Boo]
Uh, uh
Yo' dog, I can't explain how I miss you
We stayed together, coppin' cane, poppin' pistols
I miss you most, puttin' the doo-rag...over your bean head
Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa)
Comin' up off the fiends wit bags
Runnin' up out the cleanest Jag
You was the closest nigga I had
Look how we stayed aces...hustled, made big faces (faces)
I wish we could trade places (places)
Bleep givin' you ice...I'd rather give you life
And the things that I had...I'd give you twice (Oh,
yeah)

[Gotti]
What the deal, my nigga? I know you holdin' it down
If you could see me you would say, I'm talkin' soft right now
But it's hard for me to say when I'ma see you again
And I know it's bleeped up, I gotta talk through this pen
But you'd died for the love of the dough...
The love of the block...16 you was runnin' the spot (runnin' the spot)
Boy, your mama used to hate...how we stood on the curb
Hangin' with wild thug niggas...smokin' the herb (Mmm,hmm,hmm)
I'm gonna keep pourin' this liquor and that's my word
This here is for niggas that be flippin' them birds (Oh) Word up!

Even though you're gone you will always be my nigga(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..)
Even though you're home I'm still missin you, my nigga
I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my nigga(I'm feelin' like timing was
wrong)
I know you're smilin' down sayin', "Carry on, my nigga"
("Radio, please don't take the "nigga" out my song)
Sometimes my nights can get long, my nigga
(Let it play on...play on...play on...play on"
Sometimes I feel God did me wrong, my nigga
So I had to write a song, my nigga...
Just to let you know that you're...still my nigga

Sure. Ashanti!

Una for tell me before she die make I go lecture am!

Funny picture, where did you get that from?

Left Eye-------------------------- Lisa Lopes.