supergangster
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Ghostdenithegawd;8028548 said:
Haha dont worry
3 wu tang on top 25
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Haha dont worry
3 wu tang on top 25
supergangster
New member
What do you think bout dis one?
I play hard for nine innings dressed in fine linen
Cause pussy is the best next thing besides winning
All the positions I've been in couldn't explain how I'm living
My vision my intuition has risen
Here take a listen
I'm hitting
Up to bat with precision
See I'm back in the kitchen
Slinging crack to these pigeons
For the fact that I'm driven
My linebackers is blitzing
Send you packing, good riddance
Trapped in this prison where snakes and rats is forbidden
Keep my gun hitting niggas is bitches signing petitions
And they providing convictions
See I survive through the system under the livest conditions
My riders ride on a mission, for snitching
You get your back blown right out of commission
You'll be missing like them crazy Christians and swimming with all the fishes
Your misses will come and visit your body with hugs and kisses
Now tell me is that nutritious we party with chips and liquors
Your wizzes is coming with us for real kid they bought me presents
The difference is this is business big biscuits big figures
We click on religious niggas for acting too superstitious
Move cause the Coupe is vicious
Shoot if you want your wishes to blow
See Trife in the Bentley with a group of bitches
I play hard for nine innings dressed in fine linen
Cause pussy is the best next thing besides winning
All the positions I've been in couldn't explain how I'm living
My vision my intuition has risen
Here take a listen
I'm hitting
Up to bat with precision
See I'm back in the kitchen
Slinging crack to these pigeons
For the fact that I'm driven
My linebackers is blitzing
Send you packing, good riddance
Trapped in this prison where snakes and rats is forbidden
Keep my gun hitting niggas is bitches signing petitions
And they providing convictions
See I survive through the system under the livest conditions
My riders ride on a mission, for snitching
You get your back blown right out of commission
You'll be missing like them crazy Christians and swimming with all the fishes
Your misses will come and visit your body with hugs and kisses
Now tell me is that nutritious we party with chips and liquors
Your wizzes is coming with us for real kid they bought me presents
The difference is this is business big biscuits big figures
We click on religious niggas for acting too superstitious
Move cause the Coupe is vicious
Shoot if you want your wishes to blow
See Trife in the Bentley with a group of bitches
blackamerica
New member
Nas 1st verse on Nas is Like was possibly the best verse ever
supergangster
New member
Nas got like 5 verses in top 10 DOA. That's crazy
mrsdavis804
New member
Skew it on the Bar-B..All 3 verses. I like so much, and so many. I would have a tough time with only 25.
Sage Wonder
New member
My personal favorite, Nas 3rd verse on streets disciple... his flow on that beat was damn incredible
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 boys is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991 son, gold fronts on the facial, gun butt by the naval
The cypher would blaze a few laced up with embalming fluid, rhyming to music
All this time fighting bout how cane and rakim would do it
Seemed impossible to us, that we could ever leave from the block
Where the world was forever freezing
Hell if I let them shovel me, son, in this cell again
Fuck these devil policemen
Plush leathers, I need them, risking my freedom
Burners in bubble coats, fuck a sermon from the neighborhood pope
He's sexing hoes, old fart, he's busting ones when he strokes
Multi colored pelle pelle's, young stretch mark bellies
Babies born in the cycle, future disciples
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 boys is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991 son, gold fronts on the facial, gun butt by the naval
The cypher would blaze a few laced up with embalming fluid, rhyming to music
All this time fighting bout how cane and rakim would do it
Seemed impossible to us, that we could ever leave from the block
Where the world was forever freezing
Hell if I let them shovel me, son, in this cell again
Fuck these devil policemen
Plush leathers, I need them, risking my freedom
Burners in bubble coats, fuck a sermon from the neighborhood pope
He's sexing hoes, old fart, he's busting ones when he strokes
Multi colored pelle pelle's, young stretch mark bellies
Babies born in the cycle, future disciples
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmM4oGRzLVU
Billy_Poncho
New member
Nas on Verbal Intercourse and Bun B on Murder >>>>>>
saracenwire
New member
Sage Wonder;8042946 said:My personal favorite, Nas 3rd verse on streets disciple... his flow on that beat was damn incredible
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 boys is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen, was a killer convention
1991 son, gold fronts on the facial, gun butt by the naval
The cypher would blaze a few laced up with embalming fluid, rhyming to music
All this time fighting bout how cane and rakim would do it
Seemed impossible to us, that we could ever leave from the block
Where the world was forever freezing
Hell if I let them shovel me, son, in this cell again
Fuck these devil policemen
Plush leathers, I need them, risking my freedom
Burners in bubble coats, fuck a sermon from the neighborhood pope
He's sexing hoes, old fart, he's busting ones when he strokes
Multi colored pelle pelle's, young stretch mark bellies
Babies born in the cycle, future disciples
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TmM4oGRzLVU
his most underrated song.
soulbrother
New member
Rakim " In the Ghetto" verse 2
Da12RespectA
New member
Deck's verse on The world is yours.
Talib got the wrong 3Stacks verse on his list .......
It should be 3Stacks verse from "Art of Storytelling, Pt.1":
[Andre Benjamin]
Now Suzy Skrew had a partna named Sasha (Sasha), Thumper (Thumper)
I remember her number like the summer
when her and Suzy yeah they threw a slumber - - party
but you can not call it that cause it was slummer
Well it was more like spend the night
Three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights
We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right
in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above
(aww man) Talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up
I said what you wanna be, she said, "Alive" (hmm)
It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
I coulda died, time went on, I got grown
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home
to find lil Sasha was gone
Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong
I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show
that I would one day see her standin in the front row
But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school
With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper
It should be 3Stacks verse from "Art of Storytelling, Pt.1":
[Andre Benjamin]
Now Suzy Skrew had a partna named Sasha (Sasha), Thumper (Thumper)
I remember her number like the summer
when her and Suzy yeah they threw a slumber - - party
but you can not call it that cause it was slummer
Well it was more like spend the night
Three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights
We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right
in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above
(aww man) Talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up
I said what you wanna be, she said, "Alive" (hmm)
It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
I coulda died, time went on, I got grown
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home
to find lil Sasha was gone
Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong
I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show
that I would one day see her standin in the front row
But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school
With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper
And Cube's verse needs to be switched out for his 3rd (and last verse) on "My Summer Vacation" :
BOOM - my homie got shot he's a goner black
St. Louis niggaz want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It's illegal business, niggaz still can't stick together
Fuckin police got the four-one-one
that L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin 'bout the boys
Feudin, like the Hatfields and McCoys
Now the shit's gettin tricky
Cause now they lookin for the colors and the Dickies
Damn, the spot's gettin hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin in Seattle
But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga when he's yawnin
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain't givin a fuck
The fool must be sparkin
Talkin about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla Family
And the white pride don't like no side
And it's a riot if any more niggaz die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherfuckin years that I'm facin
I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up
My life is fucked
BOOM - my homie got shot he's a goner black
St. Louis niggaz want they corner back
Shooting in snowy weather
It's illegal business, niggaz still can't stick together
Fuckin police got the four-one-one
that L.A. ain't all, surf and sun
But we ain't thinkin 'bout the boys
Feudin, like the Hatfields and McCoys
Now the shit's gettin tricky
Cause now they lookin for the colors and the Dickies
Damn, the spot's gettin hot from the battle
About to pack up and start slangin in Seattle
But the NARCs, raid about six in the morning
Try to catch a nigga when he's yawnin
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherfuckin drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full of those tattooed tears
It's the same old story and the same old nigga stuck
And the public defender ain't givin a fuck
The fool must be sparkin
Talkin about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla Family
And the white pride don't like no side
And it's a riot if any more niggaz die
No parole or probation
Now this is a young man's summer vacation
No chance for rehabilitation
Cause look at the motherfuckin years that I'm facin
I'ma end it like this cause you know what's up
My life is fucked
