what is the greatest lyrical display ever displayed in hiphop?

[yvj]

post something cause i dont see why lupe is so ill and alot of times i dont know what the fuck hes talking about he seem so abstract i cant understand sometimes what he is trying to say so post and tell me why please.

Lupe with some of his "easy" stuff

I'm Beaming

I get my energy from my inner G

I be in outer space, but I got inner peace

So tell my enemies that they can’t injure me

I know that irritates, you have my sympathies

Well, you should protest, yeah, you should picket me

I’m on a losing strike, I’m on a winning streak

I’m out in left field, I’m speaking mentally

But that’s a better places than where the benches be

I’m feelin’ really good, me and different beat

Me and my different drummer, he play the timpanis

See, that’s what got me here, you hearin’ me

Me on my black man in the future shit, call me Billy Dee

See, I’m just forward-looking, that’s how I really see

See, while you Valentimes, I’m thinking Christmas trees

And that’s how this would be, even at Mickey D’s

Semicolon, close parentheses

Verse 2

Do you remember me, the guy from verse one?

Failure’s my last name, Never’s my first one

You see I hood a lot, and yeah I nerd some

Hood’s where the heart is, nerd’s where the words from

Don’t represent either, because I merged them

‘S kids who wanna leave, and I encourage them

Go out and see the world, never return from

Yeah, you don’t come back, unless you learn some

And baby girl, what does it matter where your purse from?

Your hurr done, your nails did, your ass fat, but you’re dumb

Mix Melyssa Ford with Maya Angelou

Become a top model and Sojourner too

I try to follow this, what Muhammad do

It’s such a old soul inside the sonic youth

Swear I’m Ferrari’d up, and I’m conscious, too

I don’t prophesize: I promise you

Verse 3

Yeah, it’s me again, the guy from verse two

Well, this the last one, it’s almost curfew

It’s almost night out, so turn your lights on

Where all my 760s, witcha brights on?

Yeah, they are the ones to keep your eyes on

Like how we used to do, to keep the house warm

Now those the type of eyes, I not cry from

You see the tears of fire run out my cryin’ songs

Now the world’s shoulders is what we cryin’ on

The world’s fast lane is what I’m drivin’ on

What am I driving at? I’m tryna drive it home

I’m in the driver’s seat, but you can ride along

‘Cause never cyclops, it’s never I alone

I’m tellin’ your story wherever I perform

Now if they lookin’ for me, tell ‘em I’ve gone

Out in the bright lights, right where I belong

The Emperor's Soundtrack

[Verse 4:]

Marvin Billups said what's up to the reaper

Hell met like Riddell and high water hello

To the five year old gunshot killer, I hear ya

Clearer than the invisible man in the mirror

Cheer up, I'll put in on the bars like beer nuts

Put a bug in they ear, so from here up, they hear us

[Hook:]

Then we only fear God

Know the weapons of the weak

The weakness of the hard

And we will never sleep

[Bridge:]

Once upon a time, not long ago

Where the pushaman creep, where they live life po'

[Verse 5:]

I put it on my grand mama's daughter

My microphone control of the soul of slave humming "Wading in the Water"

I author like DW's brother, like a hustler

God place me in ya armor, I prescribe no partners

I do it for the hood like a parka

And tell my niggas not to shiver

Only time we quiver like a archer is

[Hook:]

Cause we only fear God

Know the weapons of the weak

The weakness of the hard

And we will never sleep

[Verse 6:]

Here we are now, entertain us

Change don't change us

Ever since the game trained us

We came up like worms in the rain

I dream my chain became a loose noose that was used to hang us

So now, my insane brain, my 32 teeth

And two feet creep like its Elm Street

Cause

[Hook:]

I only fear God

Know the weapons of the weak

The weakness of the hard

And I will never sleep

[Bridge:]

Once upon a time, not long ago

Where the pushaman creep, where they live life po'

He said...

 

[TheRegimeMusic]

Check out an artist from Toronto by the name of Kaydee. His City is mine freeverse is crazy! Killed the beat better than Drake.

 

[thedesolateone]

Uhh, uhh, uhh

Gold bathtubs, makin love to my Queen

Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin up green

Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall

My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine

Closets, full of rockets and submachines

Take this nigga out the projects, and his thug team

Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides

Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast

Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyin

Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealin with science

My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it

They never know we enemies until they hear me say it

Til they kid's on the phone sayin, "Please daddy pay it"

Til they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement

High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss

You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence

It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think

You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep

Why you stink? Yo these streets don't allow you to blink

You get showered by lead, comin out with your mink

Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles

Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico

It's hard fuckin with niggaz you hope you can trust

You a fool if your main bitch is easy to fuck

And you've got money - is these hoes greedy or what?

Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin you stuck

 

[thedesolateone]

Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics

Of a hollow tip at point blank distance

I flip shit when I spit shit

Father forgive Bis,

I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians

Coz they sounded like idiots

They went from silver to gold to platinum

After the millenium they'll probably be wearin' Iridium

They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick they'd probably cum helium

Y'all niggaz can't be serious,I was nice before ice

Before Christ, before the words let there be light

And a light took over the night

I was born with a mic

Lord of the mic before all plant and animal life

Took this rap shit to new heights

Before the Wright brothers took flight

Before dog fightin' and aerial strikes

Before MC's picked up pens and started to write

Before promotional marketin and posterlights

The Can-I-Bus'll bust up mics

Punch out lights

Punch out your motherfuckin eyesight

For the title bought fight

Ask Ty Fyffe, I snatch the track for half price

The Canibus is too nice

Gimme that mic!

 

[Yungin T. Jeezie]

Yo, I rip shit with the ballistic characteristics

Of a hollow tip at point blank distance

I flip shit when I spit shit

Father forgive Bis,

I just snatched the Jesus piece off some Christians

Coz they sounded like idiots

They went from silver to gold to platinum

After the millenium they'll probably be wearin' Iridium

They so gassed, if a bitch sucked they dick they'd probably cum helium

Y'all niggaz can't be serious,I was nice before ice

Before Christ, before the words let there be light

And a light took over the night

I was born with a mic

Lord of the mic before all plant and animal life

Took this rap shit to new heights

Before the Wright brothers took flight

Before dog fightin' and aerial strikes

Before MC's picked up pens and started to write

Before promotional marketin and posterlights

The Can-I-Bus'll bust up mics

Punch out lights

Punch out your motherfuckin eyesight

For the title bought fight

Ask Ty Fyffe, I snatch the track for half price

The Canibus is too nice

Gimme that mic!

Whats up with your fetish for Canibus lyrics, is he your science project partner or some shit?

 

[thedesolateone]

Whats up with your fetish for Canibus lyrics, is he your science project partner or some shit?[/QUO

ha ha ha...umm no.jokes should be funny you smart dumb nigga

 

[thedesolateone]

The harsh realities of life is takin tolls

Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul

Please tell me what price to pay to make it home

Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow

J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul

That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you

halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal

I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse

Sacrife your life to a higher force

Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent?

One of the last livin still in action, general assassin

Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech

Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh

Any last requests before you meet your maker?

Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker

I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate

Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate

Make no mistake, "The Shit is Real" as Joe, we follow the killer's code

When we come for you, tell me where will you go?

Nowhere to run, hide, I'll find you and and silence your screams

And even if you kill me I'll still be in your fuckin dreams

[Hook]

You ain't a killer, you still learnin how to walk

From New York to Cali all the real niggaz carry chalk

Mark you for death, won't even talk that East and West crap

From Watts to Lefrak, it ain't where you're from it's where's your gat

[Verse 2]

You made a grave mistake

Shouldn't of come here, you changed your fate

Your brains'll make the debut on the table when I raise the stakes

The pain is great but only for a second

It starts strong then lessens

Just when you restin the Armaggedon sets in

Left him with so much stress (T.S.) blessed him with no regrets (yes)

Welcome to Hell son, the threshold of death

Now face the serpent, I blaze your person you get laced for certain

Even Jakes don't trace the work so close the case to curtains

I'm hurtin, head severely really tryin to bring the pain

There's nuttin mo' satisfyin than when you cryin screamin my name

It's not a game, it's Purple Rain, floods and bloodstains

Big Pun's my thug's name, bustin my guns, that's my love thang

I split the jug' vein and snatch your Adam's Apple

John Madden tackle your corpse

then hoist it on the cross at the tabernacle

That'll have to hurt, I'll work your body 'til it burst

Then curse tu vida, like a Brujeria verse

I'm worse than anything you ever been through

Sick in the head and mental

Essentially meant to be the soul frentic mental

When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken

Fakin like you Satan, when I'm the rhymin abomination

[Hook] - 2X

[Verse 3]

It's hard to analyze which guys is spies, be advised people

We recognize who lies, it's all in the eyes chico

We read 'em and see 'em for what they are

Theives in undercover cars, takin my picture like I'm a fuckin star

I'm up to par, my game is in a smash

With half a million in the stash

Passport with the gas, first name and last

Ask anybody if my men are rowdy

Give me the mini-shottie I body a nigga for a penny probably

I'm obligated to anything if it's crime related

If it shine I'll take it, still in my prime and I finally made it

I hate the fact that I'm the last edition

Probably a stash magician

Could of went to college and been a mathematician

Bad decisions kept me out the game

Now I'm strickly out for cream

Doin things to fiends I doubt you'll ever dream

My team's the meanest thing you ever seen

Measured by the heaven's King, down to the devil's mezzanine

I never screamed so loud, I'm proud to be alive

Most heads died by twenty-five, or catch a quick 3 to 5

So be advised, the streets is full of surprises

It's not what crew's the livest

One that survive is who's the wisest

[Hook] - 2X

 

[thedesolateone]

We brave in the heart, playin a part, amazingly smart

Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art

Takin New York cats past the stars

First it was Nasty Nas now watch me turn a Apple into Macintosh

Computer chip locomotion flow, la cosa nostra dough

Hold your toaster low, business never personal

Just some words to know - if you run the streets

come in peace or leave in pieces

Even Jesus was killed by the polices

They crucified him now they inject us with juice to fry 'em

Depends on the state if death is my fate then cool I'm dyin

If that's my destiny it's meant to be

Just remember to bury the motherfucker that bent me right next to me

Aight crew? (No doubt Pun!) Aight then, let's fight then

I'm hypened, comin with the thunder and the lightning

Invitin the comp, ice on the arm

Nights when I storm, snipin your moms, right from the Bronx

Mic in the palm it's the ghetto God

I rip a nigga heart out his frame while I scream TERROR SQUAD

Be larger than life, my initials carved in my wife

She said she'd starve on a diet instead I'm a God in her eyes

The father of Christ, sure to be immortal

Guzzlin beer bottles by the dozen with Devin that's mi hermano

 

[Stew]

Illmatic............/thread

 

[ItzGravitation]

Jay and Em on Renegades

aint nobody fuckin with it

that and Lupe fiascos Twilight Zone

 

[yvj]

Lyrics to International Players Anthem

[Andre 3000 with chorus in back saying "I choose you babe!"]

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see

Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be

And I apologize if this message gets you down

Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and

I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling

Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island

Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy

Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back

Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors

They dip as quick as they can

The atmosphere is now ripped

Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night

So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum

When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom

Like a premie out the womb

My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!

Read some litera - ture on the subject

You sure? Fuck it

You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic

If that bitch do you dirty

we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent

Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar

I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya

Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart

Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart

Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart

Play your part

Play your part"

 

[thedesolateone]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo father, where you wanna start

How I love ladies

Or how I'm slug crazy

Or how I'm a thug maybe

From a drug baby

I need more than just a slight high

I mean father I'm blind out my right eye

Don't mourn and cry

Cause we were born to die

So fuck mom and father cries

I was one never to bother guys

But when my girl got sadomized

I was traumatized

Shoved the dick down her throat and

Told her it was a taste test and

Take a deep throat so she wouldn't have to waste breath

I mean they fucked her and stuck her

I said man fuck a AIDS test

Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway

I'm one that like to chase death

But that guy, got to get him hit

Wild hairs and tattoos and spanish

Wait, wait, wait, who that description fit

Don't give me chrome for Jimmy Jones

My man with the crime sheet

But he kept talkin bout my girl was a dime piece

And she had a nice figure

Drove a nice Vigor

And for me to bag her

That I had to be a nice nigga

Wait, wait, don't appall me yo

I can't jump to conclusions thats all we know

But his wife did use to call me yo

Now I roll for the hell

I'm sorry father

Let me go head and tell

How I really wanna be old in a cell

See my two year old nephew

I swear I was holding him well

Til he cried, and he cried, and he cried

I had to scold him and yell

Ya know one thing led to another

I said oh what the hell

Then I threw him against the wall

His parents I told them he fell

Thats why I'm going to hell

This shit ain't going that well

Too many things I did that aren't loose

Smoke and leaks like giving a car a boost

My grandfather got me mad

And I peed inside hid orange juice

And asked him if its tangy

When I'm angry

Then one day

When I thought it wasn't a sin left

I ran into my aunt

With the fat ass and the thin chest

I don't really wanna talk about it

Or get in depth

But father I'm gon' leave you

With this last word called incest

(Cam) You know what I'm sayin'?

(Minister) My son, my son, remember the words of the Lord.

Isaiah chapter 59, verse 1, behold, the Lords hands is not shortened,

that it cannot hear, but your enipirings have separated

between you and your God, and your sins hath speakath

boastfully, that he will not heal.

Verse 2

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

See father I lost my scruples

Went straight banoodles

When I raped that putu

And tried to turn the putu

Into, veh, Oodles of Noodles

Now I'm chased by the voodoos

See what that dust does

I love that Vanessa heffa

But I jerk off 'til I bust blood

Oh yeah I got my balls pierced

And my psychiatrist I ain't seen him all year

He........

(Cam singing)

Hey little baby don't you cry

Mama gon' make sure you get high

Put that vodka in your milk

Make sure that your bottle filled

Oh that was just a little song my mother

Sang when she was stressed yo

I don't know why she got mad when I cry

If the bitch deaf yo

Who the F know

But death row

I'm coming by the inches

And them niggaz outside on the benches

Don't think that we in the trenches

Cause we got a 600

And we ride like the Princess

But my cousin Blood yo he died like the Princess

20 years old and dead

BMX days he played the front

I rolled the pegs

My girl wanna know why I'm cold in bed

Tellin' me to hold my head

Askin' why I scold my kids

Cause I don't want them litlle muthafuckas

To touch the drugs I sold and did

But fuck it I'll take my own life

And cut a vein Black

Why don't you do like the cartoons

And tie me up to the train tracks

Or fuck the glory

Why don't you drop me from the 6th story

That'll be a sick story

Wait, wait, wait, speaking of sick stories

Oh father don't start me tweakin

I don't wanna talk about that Sunday evening

That cold November weekend

When I had to grab that Deacon

And put him into my dungeons of heathens

And then in tongues I was speakin

(Cam speaking in tongues)

Then I woke up to loud preaching

Oh thats just the Pastor

Flippin through the Bible

Reading the scriptures on the rapture

I guess it was my soul he was trying to capture

He missed me by a hairbone fracture

But he wanted to lay me down in a green pasture

But yet aiya

Still feel like I'm in a bed of fire

Like Jebaniah

Y'knaw I'm sayin cause

It's like Daniel trapped in a lion's pit

Father I feel like I'm dying quick

Thats why I ain't shit

(Cam) So, could you just please fuckin' help me please?

(Minister) My son, my son

(Cam) Please

(Minister) I understand that you're stressed my son, but

don't forget the words of the Lord my son, which reads....

 

[thedesolateone]

(chorus [Biggie on "Suicidal Thoughts"]- I swear to God it feel like death is

fucking callin me. But naw you wouldn't understand....)

Ayo hit wit at least ten, beat again

Hey Cam'Ron need a friend?

Aww man we meet again

Heres your suit and tie your laced with the gear,

You the same mutha fucka I been chasing for years

(Come on chill man, don't take me)

Don't take you why not? Cause you rhyme now?

Listen here muthafucka lie down

Yo yo chill it ain't my time now

Come on last year you had me duckin the blaze

What about that bitch that you fucked wit' AIDS?

Aww shit come on death I ain't know that,

You know I wouldn't of went up in that bitch kojak

Yeah but her ass was so phat. But let's go back to when your ass stole cracks

But I was a little cat that ain't know jack

So I know that but lets go back when they put you in the trunk of the gold

hatch

Oh yeah with the cold rats. But back then I even came back with rabies

But you still living that was way back in the 80's nigga

But yo you tried to get me once when my house caught on fire

So I let you go when your girl called you a liar and choked you with your

necklace

And what about when your ass drove wreckless

Wha what in the Lexus? Come on now I'm thinking of Blood in the BM

Well I know where he at nigga yo you wanna see him

Ayo don't play wit me nigga you'll get lead in yo head

Yo shut up nigga you bout to die you can't kill me I'm dead

This is how I get extortion. I coulda got your ass when you was a portion

Mom wanted abortion

Yo why didn't you come get me when my time was done?

When I didn't have a penny and I was confined to crumbs?

When I wanted to kill myself and couldn't find a gun

Oh yeah that time you was beeping me 911

But to mean I was petty

But now I ain't ready

Man Cam hurry up I got to go get little ready

Me and her got a little 2:00 appointment

She playing with wires while she eating on a ointment

Yo but I don't wanna even join the casket crew

Too bad mutha fucka be back in a few

Yo chill, chill chill yo, shit.

(chorus) x3

Oh you slid up on me. Ayo Death hurry up before they give up on me.

Come on, my man

It's your time, it's your time

Ayo Death I forsake you, I ain't trying to snake you

Well why shouldn't I take you

Well I understand I stole bottles. But nowadays I'm the one the little grove

follow

Yo I'm like a role model. And my girls pregnant

Look don't hand me the game

Yo for real I don't wanna see my family in pain

Look Cam, man, shut up

But, but

What, what

Yo man that fucked up

Yeah, well tough luck

Ayo just show me the light and get me through the fog

What about Mr. Diggs and Jimmy and the God

Oh your crew after you left they got a little chest hair

After hard rocks yo they'll meet you here next year

Ayo what happened to em

You know niggas on the hill sniped em

Ayo why they just ain't fight em?

See funerals I like em you see family and friends

Yeah don't forget the snitches

While you looking for them man I'm looking for the bitches

And you don't need no ends, and nigga no friends

I'm just gonna go wit you I ain't got no wins

Lemme get my shit man I'll go check it.

Matter fact death you got to give me one second

Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep

And if I die.....

Ayo man, cut the crap man just get yo shit man and that'll be that

Man fuck it death I'm ready to go lying in the ditch

Aw Cam yo you always fucking crying like a bitch

I ain't gonna take you your life you can have that

Just wanted to waste time you someone to laugh at

Ayo why you fuck with me just give me one answer

Ayo I see you next album with my man lung cancer

(chorus til end)

 

[tri3w]

Lyrics to International Players Anthem

[Andre 3000 with chorus in back saying "I choose you babe!"]

So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see

Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be

And I apologize if this message gets you down

Then I CC'd every girl that I'd see see round town and

I hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smiling

Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island

Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy

Give up all this pussy cat thats in my lap no lookin back

Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors

They dip as quick as they can

The atmosphere is now ripped

Im so like a Pip, Im glad its night

So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum

When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom

Like a premie out the womb

My partner yellin "Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!

Read some litera - ture on the subject

You sure? Fuck it

You know we got your back like chiroprac - tic

If that bitch do you dirty

we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent

Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar

I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya

Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart

Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart

Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart

Play your part

Play your part"

Nice..............Andre Went In on this........

 

[tri3w]

7 minute Freestlye.................Big L and a young Jay-z...........

 

[thedesolateone]

Cause all I see is, murder murder, my mind state

preoccupied with homicide, tryin to survive through this crime rate

Dead bodies at block parties, those unlucky bastards

Gunfire now they require may be closed casket

Who can you blame? It's insane what we dare do

Witness an evil that these men do, bitches in, too

In fact they be the reasons niggaz get to bleedin

Pull the fuckin fire when I leave em, you shoulda seen em

Hostile hoes catch elbows (beotch!) negroes disposed of

and snitches get dealt with, with no love

Body bags of adversaries that I had to bury

I broke the law and they jaw, all in the same flurry

But never worry, they'll remember me through history

Causin motherfuckers to bleed, they'll label me a

* Chorus *

Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (They came in to sin)

Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw (Dear God, I wonder could you save me?)

[Tupac]

Before I close my eyes I fantasize I'm livin well

when I awake and realize I'm just a prisoner in hell

Just as well, cause in my cell I'm keepin pictures of these bastards

Excersisin, visualizin, everyone inside a casket

Picture me blasted, surrounded by niggaz in masks

Sent with the task to harass and murder my ass

Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail?

Shit's hard, who can you tell? Aand if we fail?

High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway

When will they learn to take it easy? Uh

Drivebys and niggaz die, murder without a motive

by making motherfuckers fry

Got me runnin from these coward-ass crooked-ass cops

Helicopters tryin to hover over niggaz til we drop

Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire

Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch, cause she's a lie

Now it's time to expire, I see the judge, spray the bitch

"Motherfuckers is crooked," is what I scream, and hit the fence

I comense to get wicked, spittin rounds as the plot thickens

Never missin an early grave is my only mission

If I die, never worry, bury me beside my four-five

May God forgive me, I was high, label me a

* Chorus *

[Dramacydal]

Society lied to me, I ain't never gonna try to be

My mob'll be doin robberies, and stickups on these wannabe's

I witnessed niggaz lose they chest

For ordinary reasons niggaz bodies put to rest

So I just.. swallow my Beck's and holla, "Fuck em!"

And if I'm next.. just let a nigga step with somethin

I ain't fearin nuttin

Young and thuggin, prepared for bustin if that's my destiny

Ready for whatever, see you niggaz can't get the best of me

(hold me down) Definitely no need for askin

(now he mad) Top speed (smokin weed) blasted (biotch!)

Cause when I bust em they gonna shiver, the killers cry

Soldiers got bodies floatin in the river, what is they sayin?

Talkin bout prayin -- they need to stop, that ain't gon' help

These niggaz sprayin up my block, tryin to take my wealth

* Chorus 2X *

[Tupac]

Fuck the judge, I gotta grudge

Punk police, niggaz run the streets

Hahah, it ain't nuttin but muuuuzik

Shit's changed

1995 the game has changed, motherfuckers is actin REAL strange

The rules is all rearranged

You got babies lyin dead in the streets

These punk police is crooked as me

but all I see is motherfuckers actin less than G's

Stop bein a playa-hater, be a innovator nigga

Fuck that shit, don't be no entertainer and a stranger

Be a real motherfucker keep it real pack that steel

Cause you know these streets is real deal

Muh'fuckers wanna see me in my casket

Jealous, motherfuckin bastards

I never die, thug niggaz multiply

Cause after me is Thug Life baby

Then the young thugs

Then the youngest thug of all my nigga RahRah

 

[7thwardslim]

(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row

They try to playa hate

but they can't fade us tho'

We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood

Yeah

with that funky sound *so funky*

we be throwin' down)

This goes out to you playa

you know...you know who you are

Chorus: repeat 3X

Gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me

So when ya see me nigga

Ya better Holla at me

Verse One: 2Pac

Are you confused ?

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

of a nigga who don't have a thing to loose

When me and you was homies

no one informed me it was all a scheme

You infiltrated my team and sold a niggas dreams

how could you do me like that ?

I took ya family in

I put some cash in ya pocket

made you a man again

and now you let tha fear put your ass in a place

complicated to escape

It's a fools fate

without your word

your a shell of a man

I lost respect for you nigga

we can never be friends

I know i'm runnin' through your head now

what could you do ?

If it was up to you

i'd be dead now

I let tha world know nigga you a coward

You could never be live

until you die

see tha mothafucken bitch in your eye

Type of Nigga, that let tha evil of tha money trap me

when ya see me nigga

ya better holla at me (holla at me)

can't let tha evil of tha money trap me

So when ya see me nigga

Ya better Holla at me

Chorus: 2Pac

(You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay)

So I gotta be carefull, can't let tha evil of tha money trap me

so when ya see me nigga

ya better holla at me

(You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay)

Verse Two: 2Pac

courious

spittin' lyrics

on tha verge of furious

i'm addicted to currency

nigga that's why we're doin this

I got shot up, I surprised tha niggas tha way I got up

and then

I hit the studio

It's time to blow tha block up

No hesitation

this information got you contemplatin'

heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation

break him

and let him see tha face of a mental patient

it's a celebration

of my criminal elevation

with the participation

I want members across tha fifty states

to keep tha nation anticipatin' until we break

will I be great, is it my fate ?

to live tha life of luxury

some niggas bought my tapes

so much jelousy it scares me

so be prepared

cause only tha strong survive

life isn't fair (fair)

probably never knew tha way it feels to die

so you figure fuck with me

I give that ass a try

Nigga, Holla at me

Chorus

(You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay)

(Ohhhhhh....)

Verse Three: 2Pac

I shoulda saw tha signs

I was blinded

criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time

so many brothas framed in this dirty game

it's a shame

so much pressure on my brain

while she blame me

Secrets in tha dark

only her and I know

now i'm sitten' in tha state pen

doin time for slow

guess she made a bad decision

that got me livin'

just like an animal

i'm caged up in state prison

my niggas dissin'

cause

hell have no fury like a woman scorn

A cemetary full of mothafuckers got not knowin'

picture my prophecy

tha cops are attacking me, on top of me

i'm runnin' from tha coppers

but never let'em stop me

cause i'm a soulja

hell, ever since I was a little nigga havin' fantasies

of one day getting older

Niggas is paranoid

trust

a no no

love is a mystery

Fuck tha po po,

Holla at me.....

So when you see me nigga

you better holla at me....

Chorus

(You better beware where you lay

We better not find where you stay)

(Niggas out there jelous cuz we be bailin' with Death Row

They try to playa hate

but they can't fade us tho'

We be mobbin' through tha neigborhood

Yeah

with that funky sound (so funky)

we be throwin' down)

 

[thedesolateone]

[2Pac]

Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA

nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it

Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo

I don't give a fuck where you lay at

it's time to slay these bitch made niggas

[Bizzy-overlapping Pac]

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us

Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

[2Pac]

they ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is

where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time

well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it

[Bizzy]

Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know

That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought

And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all

We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto

I want settle get on my level they can't

Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw

Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all

I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it

Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up

I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down

So quick to test bullet yes declare war

Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror

For what the did it all pause for the cause and I

Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on

All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor

In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord

Looking at death with the last of my breath

Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps

Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets

Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe

That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in

Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland

[2Pac]

Hahaha what's poppin nigga

put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga

Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks

and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out

pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby

I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts

Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap

Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me

I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life

Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name

We all gone die we bleed through similar veins

You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst

Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse

My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home

Thug Luv playas tell these bitch ass niggas bring it on

I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening

To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now

Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a

Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep

Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me

I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me

[Layzie]

Little thug from the land nigga never ran

Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand

It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas

Down to put in some work do some dirt

Fuckin round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony

Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma

Everything I do it seem to cause drama

Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya

So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust

For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us

Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War

Putting niggas on the floor

when I'm comin through the door bringin nothin but terror

Causing much to the nigga that dared us

trying to put a twist in this thugsta

era Paired up with a nigga like Pac

and a nigga like me gotta stay high

Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky

but I'm still in the hood smoke and fry

So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery

Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century

[Krayzie]

Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down

Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around

Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing through then hit the ground

And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga

Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fuckin with this

I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend

I reload buck a little more flee the scene

'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for

They don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey

Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way

You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah

A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes

so get high and analyze your crime

Directly organized with results you'll be surprised

[Wish]

Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride playa hating niggas you gots to die

It's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking fuckin domes

Still in the hood where the thugs play fuckin wit nothin but thugs man

Ain't taking no shorts or no losses we crackin them domes around my way

Give it to 'em on another level nigga

get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead

Infrared to the head you can beg but still gone bleed bloody red

Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight

cause we out ridin looking for you

Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust

Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves

Send flowers straight to his home

put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama

Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone

[Bizzy]

Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us

Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv

 

[illcandidate]

Poet Laureate - Canibus

Dumb it Down - Lupe Fiasco

Above the Clouds - Inspectah Deck

Ghetto - Rakim

Big Pun\Black Thought - Super Lyrical

98 Freestyle - Big L

 

[TRILLip Brooks]

bump, big's verse on victory