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"Nasty the nicest, I'm somewhat of a psychic,

Just one minute after it's heard

you all recite it, you all repeat it

And call me a genius,

If you didn't; now that I said it, I forced you to think it"

Not even Jigga can reach this level of braggadocio.
 
No revolutionary gets old, or so I'm told

You're left full of bullet holes when you tell the people go free

Oh, JUST A MATTER OF DAYS BEFORE THEY TRY TO TAKE ME


 
"Earlier i took her coke out, replaced it wit crushed up glass.

her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep.

overwhelmed by greed, put to death."

-Blaze a 50 is one of the sickest hip hop narratives.
 
Years ago they ate the hearts of a slain enemy

We enemie,s but your hatred could never enter me

Some seek fame cause they need validation

Some say hatin is confused admiration

Spotlight on me, I still look twenty

Still get money, lady killer pushin a Bentley

Maybe niggaz could see too much of they failures

through a nigga who realer

I don't like you ne'er bruh, but I need you to.. stay

 
Word to Will, buried in his fila suit and heavy chain

I wanna be iced-up nigga, bury me the same

I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame

Respect all, fear none, my pride is everything

Initials in swimming pools floors, women lose draws

A true boss, never lose wars, got cheddar to floss

Guns under beds, mask and a flashlight

Living my life like everyday's my last night

Alcoholic on toilets, I shit blood

Foreign cars, models and stars, life of a rich thug

Mama told me from weed, I would switch drugs

To cocaine and hit clubs and deep-dish dubs

How would she know unless she hit the clubs, got her mack-on

Back in the 60's with an afro and her platforms

Bopping to the supremes, smoking joints

That's cool, but I'ma live how I want
 
Gateways, marble floors, chandeliers

Juzzi's, gucci soap, throwing cash in the air

Though I, still feel broke with millions in the bank

And deals on the table, I focus to stay afloat

And just to think some would die to get with I got

They think its alot, the blink of an eye, you could get shot

Niggas is wolves, coming if you ruthless or not

But i be on point, put you in places where bodies rot

Never knew murder till I seen my man get popped

No blood soaking, laying there, eyes still open

I got a little closer, put my hand in his palm

He was looking right through me, Yo staring beyond

I wonder what he saw, the limoes, movies and tours

Did he die in vain and represent for the cause

Now I put his name on everything I'm involved

And that's the game, Ya'll can't relate, fuck ya'll (Ill Will)
 
Yo, hoes in my fold can slow me, roll with the brokest homies

Cold and we hopeless lonelies, scolding my foes who phony

From blocks where coke can feed you and cops are over evil

They know some people who tell on felons who sold some diesil

Here on and blow it rurals, its mine, knew a crew one time

'89, they took work to Caroline and blew big time

In just two years, their crew disappear

Snitches and bitches, smeared the paint on their pictures

Years back, I reminiscence and remember, sitting on wood benches

Gave me splinters, just a baby nigga thankful

When them killers came through, guns out, moving

I think the ones who said shorty go home, we about to be shooting

 
Why didn't you just post a link to the song if you just going to paste all the verses? Lol.

The following bars are some of my all time favorite in rap, however:

"Years back, I reminiscence and remember, sitting on wood benches

Gave me splinters, just a baby nigga, thankful

When them killers came through, guns out, moving

I thank the ones who said shorty go home, we about to be shooting"
 
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Play it cool, that's the old school rule, man

Keep your ears to the street, y'all never lose man

Make your enemies believe there's love there

Cause in war, belief is all fair

Rock them to sleep, shots in your jeep

And you ain't never know the plot was from me

 
Next thing you know he packing

So then I asked him

What's this white shit on that plate and your face?

Papa why you butt ass from the waist

And who's this lady I'm facing

Dark skin you're not my mommy

He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me

Promised things that he would buy me

If I kept my mouth closed and don't tell mommy

He said one day I'll understand little me

What's in you, is inside me
 
Could u believe even my shadows jealous

My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones

My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs

Though my songs come from the father

I'm lonely . . .

Hold me it's getting darker
 
Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens

You can't be a kingpin when you snitching

Regardless, we still make you a target

We shoot you and chill, chrome objects

Hit you in your own projects, its street economics

This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics
 
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Son's backward flows, they say mine is very scary

Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies

And all of y'all wear that same aroma

How to blow on your eighth LP, I'll show ya
 
Nas, was Jay fucking with your baby mom's?

Was she involved with a plot, to deceive my perfect degrees of

Three hundred and sixty, he ugly she pretty that's life

Never been married eloped with dope; Music's my wife

It's true, me and 2 PAC once stepped to each other

Confronted our like's and dislike's in front of Suge Knight, we left it as brothers
 
Plug the mics up, I'm ready to rock, knocking

Reminiscing of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen

Captain Hook to these infants

It's like my ghost is still on the benches

Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
 

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