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Post by Vudu_Prince on Jun 4, 2010 12:05:10 GMT -5
Aight post them bars that made you say damn!
Killah Priest Heavy Mental
you can't comprehend to god or to distance between stars pick up quasars inside the radar as we're going far past any astronaut moving so fast in this aircraft everything we pass get hot, from the take-off the blast turns glass into rocks at last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green grass till I become a beam of gas and travel through a extreme draft
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Post by Blu on Jun 4, 2010 12:09:51 GMT -5
Jay Z - Dead Presidents
Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme By the ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me? Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat
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Post by Vudu_Prince on Jun 4, 2010 12:11:46 GMT -5
Tragedy Khadafi ft Imam Thug - True Confessions
Peep the paradoxical hydroponical rap style Like botanical animal thugs in exile Gray smoke from a cops glock five gun shots Soft circle drawn on a block thats when my body drops Shaking like a pregnant coke head I'm up for two nights Sweatin like Peruvian cats pullin a jewel heist. Battle of the beast defeatin niggahs for 5 nights I'm too nice! like a christian fed with two lives
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Post by Blu on Jun 4, 2010 12:26:00 GMT -5
Big Pun - Super Lyrical
Ay-yo my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats Half a you lack the magical dap of tragical rap That tackles you back and shackles and laughs at you That's...the mathematical madness I'm on, the savage, the strong The marriage, a bond of havoc and song This massacre's on as if Picasso laced you There's lotsa hateful skeletons locked in the closet of my castle of Grayskull I'm possum at grade school, that's why I have to debate you My raps are like Capel, slashin' your face, you That's how a master degrades you I'm battlin' Jesus (hay-soos) if he passes through my label I'm snatchin' his halo God I pray that you send my father back as an angel Language is fatal and it's hypnotizin' I'm only emphasizin', I'm still all about business and enterprisin' I'm super lyrical, a brain boosts the chemicals That's used contenicals inside of my mental projectable
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Post by Blu on Jun 4, 2010 12:32:45 GMT -5
Big Pun - Capital Punishment
I've seen it all up close, shit out the movies you'd be buggin My cousin JuJe, barely a juve', lost it and turned on the oven He wasn't playin, blew out the flame and started inhalin Barin a secret too deep to keep on the street for sharin Wearin the virus, Acquired Immune Deficiency Dishin his Dick in every thick promiscuous fish in the sea Listen to me, shit is rough in the ghetto You bluff, blow your head off, fuck a snuff, we bust lead off! Get off your high horse, or die off like an extinction Boriquans are like Mohicans, +The Last of the Po'Ricans+ We need some unity, fuck all the jeeps and jewelry The maturity, keeps me six feet, above obscurity The streets are deadly and everybody's a desperado I guess the motto we promise to let you homage in death your motto Like Zorro, I mark my territory with a symbol Not with a Z, but a P, cause Punishment's what I resemble! I lend you this if it expands yours, for you and yours A real man can't fall, he stands tall The Man's claws are diggin in my back, I'm tryin to hit him back Time to counteract, where my niggaz at?
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Post by Blu on Jun 4, 2010 12:34:31 GMT -5
Eminem - No Apologies
In my mind I'ma fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up Arsenic writer, author with arthritis Carpel tunnel, Marshall will start shit-itis Hard headed and hot headed, bull headed and pig headed, Dick headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick Quick witted, for every lyric spitted there are 6 critics Who wait for me to slip with it, so quick This dynamite stick buried the wick, it's gonna explode any minute Some lunatic lit it and it's not Nelly Do not tell me to stop yelling, when I stop selling I quit So stop dwelling an I am not felling You fuckers are not ready, cause I got jelly, like (Beyonce's) pot belly This is Destiny, yes money I'm of running So get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening
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Post by Iceman on Jun 4, 2010 12:59:13 GMT -5
Big Daddy Kane feat G-Rap and Krs 1: “Class of 87”
Somebody let the lion out the den, I come flyin out to win Whatever you tryin bout to end - Kane's comin’ Let me explain something, My jewels in place You couldn't shine around me wearin a suit from Mase And that..gruesome face? - G, cock the hammer Let's test his stamina or make him smile like he on Candid Camera I'm wrecking jaws with extra force just because I have no respect for yours against the boss So Nigga, check your drawers Don't let it get to where I have to son ya And go and back you under Put holes inside your chest like acupuncture Give me a reason to flip, I'll put these in your lip Be laid up with IV’s in your wrist and you’ll bleed when you piss My presence alone make the hardest cats soften Put niggaz in the coffin Play Daddy to a female orphan I keeps it heated while so many get deleted And you close to being the next one to meet it, NOW BEAT IT!!
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Post by Iceman on Jun 4, 2010 12:59:58 GMT -5
Canibus: “100 Bars”
I’m known internationally and intergallactically That’s why I got extra terrestrials that want to battle me They even tried kidnapping me And they would have snatched me If their craft didn’t get trapped in the Earth’s gravity Engines stalled and failed, crashed into a farmer’s field And THAT’S really what caused Roswell
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Post by Iceman on Jun 4, 2010 13:24:30 GMT -5
Joe Budden: "6 Minutes of Death" (My favorite verse of 06...filled with quotables) It's the nigga with the mask on that will yack dude for jewels Aint gotta say it, that dudes the truth Make me put that tool to use And these niggaz will be in the game shakin like Mahmoud Abdul Rauf Not turrets, gotta rep, my team to the end Lambos to Ferraris to the Beamers to the Benz If I blam, it'll kill, never ran never will Only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my timbs Hat low, and there’s not a weak link in my squad I'm LL, In Too Deep, I'm thinkin I'm God As far as rappers I'm thinkin they’re frauds Call 'em all rubix cubes cause I really used to think they was hard For once, just trust me you don't wanna start problems The pound will make you Eddie Curry with a heart problem So if you on the block with only a few grams man Then you a bird nigga, Tucan Sam! And any beat? Im’a air that And rappers just gotta wear that Fox Brown should be the only one that can't hear that Hit you in the spine or the belly, gun on me I ain't Sticky Fingaz, I ain't leave mine in the telly Smell me? Thank god he ain't f*ckin wit that red line Cuz i'll merk any nigga that disrespect mine If it wasnt fed time, or lock up or rec time? Dude'll be a daily news headline You ain't the best, what memo got sent? If you got dogs what kennel they in? So if you wanna get fresh like a mentos mint Then it'll tempt those men, wit clips longer than Leno's chin Aint no type guts wit you - You Terrell Owens Them niggaz that wear eagles they don't even wanna F*k wit you Me fam? I was pimpin weed dirt.. back when niggaz used to rock Simpsons t-shirts I'll give it to any nigga, I mean any nigga big man or skinny nigga, dare a dude tempt me nigga Auto or semi nigga, dump it till it's empty nigga They don't even want you in New York You like Penny NIGGA! Check the time it's around that hour Lil niggaz? They ain't around that powder They ain't Super or Luigi or Mario, ain't found that power Plus they couldn't spit fire if they found that flower Cowards, know the toys bust loco They still tryin’ to dap my hand like the Boy's Club logo And yea that 5 slide and clock I’m the million dollar baby, but I won't die tryin to box Don’t want a piece of the cake, I won't the pie and all I don't believe 'em when they say they be supplying the raw You don't move white you lyin dog! That's a neverending story without the white flying dog These dudes is broke don't know the feeling of bread They in dept, tampon niggaz still in the red And the fans keep askin if ya man stopped beefin I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em stop reaching
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Post by Iceman on Jun 4, 2010 13:29:53 GMT -5
Big L: "Yes, You May" (Remix)
Ayo everywhere I go, brothers know my f*cking name I'm flooring niggas and I only weight a buck and change I gave a lot of black eyes in my extorting days F*cking with me, a lotta niggas was sporting shades I grab the microphone and scar jerks Niggas running up (Put me on!) What the f*ck, is this star search? I'm relieving rappers like Sudafed And if the microphone was smoke.. Then Big L would be a buddha head Ayo my crew's real smooth like Lopez I was rocking mics since niggas was wearing Pro Keds I only roll with originators Chicks stick to my d*ck like magnets on refridgerators I'm a crazy mean lyracist Many are in fear of this, yeah, so they stand clear of this And those that refuse the order, Big L bruise and slaughter Niggas hear me and take notes like a news reporter I'll bend a rapper like a fender, I'm slender.. But far from tender, Killing niggas like a Klan member You can't touch this, your rhyme's to darn weak, Front? And I'm a introduce your brains to the concrete I keep hoes satisfied, I'm pushing the fattest ride To take me out, troop, even the baddest try But they fell cause my techniques are liver I'm so deaf I need a hearing aid with an equalizer You tried to hit a home run but you struck out My rhymes were released, I'd like to say peace the f*ck out
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Post by Iceman on Jun 4, 2010 13:38:29 GMT -5
Big Dady Kane: "Platinum Plus" (One of the all time greats killing it as usual..)
And cats still wonder can they get as hot as he been That probably depends, let me show you how to begin Bang chicks in Marriotts down to Quality Inns Hit the bar, spend cash like Monopoly ends Plushed out, rock gators and exotical skins Come in the hood, flip it to chicken and broccoli Timbs Niggaz come in the game? Block they shot at the rim That ain't in you? - How the F*CK you gon' possibly win? I do it, "Booty Calls" on the BlackSTREET Teddy tip Keep a steady grip, make cream just like Ready Whip Heavy with, styles that's the deadliest Cats on that petty sh*t, watch how much lead he get You tryin to go places, chasin Oasis About nothin gettin low wages Drink Hennessey with no chasers Right hook is like Joe Frasier's I'm the bodacious Body parts are built and like Schwarzanegger Smokin Garcia Vega, Tryin to get the larger paper If you, block the cash, we lockin ass I'ma put it in your chest like a Stockton pass Only out to earn figures like we please but I don't mind to burn niggaz like CD's Now - exhibit, styles I kick with it [*COUGH*] Pardon me, but I'm f*ckin sick with it!
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Post by G Money$CMB$ on Jun 4, 2010 13:43:58 GMT -5
Raekwon the Chef- Can It All Be So Simple (Remix)
It started off on the Island, AK Shaolin niggaz wildin Old folks scream : stop the violence! True layin up yo, watchin these crack niggaz Playin nuff crap games for what see? Back in days, crime pays in mad ways Sportin Tommy Hil with caves 360 waves And no searchin for loose ends, now flex 300 Benz Mad 10's with mad diamonds Now that's the life of the good life, sometimes niggaz act trife I paid the price throughout my hood life Remember I got blasted, now that's in the past kid God forbid I lay in the casket But now I'm all about G-notes, no time for weed, mixed with coke I wash my mouth out with soap And I got my act together, 'Lo sweaters and better and fat leather, so whatever, bring it on.
{Can it be that it was all so simple then?}
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Post by G Money$CMB$ on Jun 4, 2010 13:48:33 GMT -5
(One of my ULTIMATE FAVORITES SONGS)
T.hey R.eminisce O.ver Y.ou- Pete Rock and CL Smooth
I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back 22 years ago to keep it on track The birth of a child on the 8th of October A toast but my granddaddy came sober Countin all the fingers and the toes Now I suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh 18 years younger than my mama But I really got beatings cause the girl loved drama In single parenthood there I stood By the time she was 21, had another one This one's a girl, let's name her Pam Same father as the first but you don't give a damn Irresponsible, plain not thinking Papa said chill but the brother keep winking Still he won't down you or tear out your hide On your side while the baby maker slide But mama got wise to the game The youngest of five kids, hon here it is After 10 years without no spouse Momma's gettin married in the house Listen, positive over negative for the women and master Mother Queen's risin a chapter Deja vu, tell you what I'm gonna do When they reminisce over you, my God
My God It's so... Yeah, so lovely That's how we like to do it in the 90's Pete Rock & CL Smooth comin' atcha...
When I date back I recall a man off the family tree My right hand Poppa Doc I see Took me from a boy to a man so I always had a father When my biological didn't bother Taking care of this so who am I to bicker Not a bad ticker but I'm clocking pop's liver But you can never say that his life is through 5 kids at 21 believe he got a right too Here we go while I check the scene With the Portugese lover at the age of 14 The same age, front page, no fuss But I bet you all your dough, they live longer than us Never been senile, that's where you're wrong But give the man a taste and he's gone Noddin off, sleep to a jazz tune I can hear his head banging on the wall in the next room I get the pillow and hope I don't wake him For this man do cuss, hear it all in verbatim Telling me how to raise my boy unless he's taking over I said pop maybe when you're older We laughed all night about the hookers at the party My old man standing yelling good God, almighty Use your condom, take sips of the brew When they reminisce over you, for real
For real, baby Like that We for real Comin' atcha... In '92 Pete Rock & CL Smooth Yeah, c'mon, hit me!
I reminisce so you never forget this The days of wayback, so many bear witness the fitness Take the first letter out of each word in this joint Listen close as I prove my point T to the R-uh-O-Y, how did you and I meet? In front of Big Lou's, fighting in the street But only you saw what took many time to see I dedicate this to you for believing in me Rain or shine, yes in any weather My grandmom Pam holds the family together My Uncle Doc's the greatest better yet the latest If we're talking about a car, Uncle Sterling got the latest I strive to be live 'cause I got no choice And run my own business like my Aunt Joyce So Pete Rock hit me, nuff respect due When they reminisce over you, listen
Listen, just listen To the funky song as I rock on And that's word is bond I'm not playin Everybody, just coolin This song we dedicate To the one and only Never be another he was my brother Trouble T-Roy It's like that y'all And you don't stop Pete Rock and CL Smooth for '92 And we out, later
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Post by Vudu_Prince on Jun 4, 2010 16:54:48 GMT -5
UGK -3 in Da Mornin
Bun B. first verse
Man, I'm larger than life These motherfuckers ask, "Is it the bark or the bite?" It's both, chillin' on streets you scared to park on at night Just forfeit just like I'm becoming part of the light And you, you goin' to be the biggest mark at the fight I never understood what made you think you was handlin' You half-ass runnin' through my neighborhood vandlin' Next time I'ma light your world up like a canon Get some Italians to play your ass like a mandolin These cocaine wars got my mind in a frenzy The feds tried to confiscate my 'llac and my Benzy Colombian assassins hunt a nigga like Lindsey And one of my workers came up short with my ends see shit, runnin' the streets used to be complicated But now it's all easy, drug is strong arm related But never can a bomb be faded Fool ring the alarm, pour the Don!
Man this chit was so fiyaaaaaaaaaaa when I heard it the first time! damn! I gone post the vid too so you can feel it!
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Post by Blu on Jun 5, 2010 13:44:58 GMT -5
Down South Classic!...
8 Ball & MJG - Space Age Pimpin
(MJG Verse)
I'll be obliged if you step outside because my ride is awaitin our date an of steak an a night cap we matin awakin by smells of perfume that I inhale and then tell how well we raise hell on the dizzell satin sheets heat from your feet keep me warm The mood is perfected by sounds from the storm You came stronger I lasted longer Than I've ever lasted your mouth was fantastic the fuck test you passed it the way you made a nigga laugh I had to getcha and when I saw that ass pass I had to hit cha ya makin me fight against my will What must I do? [Would ya kill for me?] Ya if my life in danger too [Even steal for me?] Ya if that shit belongs to you [Then feel for me?] Ya if the way you act is true Who knows fine clothes Lexus doors you'll be closin when you become one of the chosen hoes in different places different faces different cases got me tied like shoe laces no mistake this MJG you ain't gotta be constantly tryin to shoot that P claimin that you ain't heard of me keepin it real let me know how you feel when we communicate We'll be straight if you express your mind instead of referring away some who can't do it lose women but nigga like me used to it Space Age Pimpin'
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Post by Blu on Jun 5, 2010 13:49:12 GMT -5
I was in awe of this shyt when I first heard it.. Twista - Overdose Can you figure out the cause and effect? Niggas comin on your set Thugs comin out they drawers with a tek Victim bleedin from the neck Shirts is getting wet, shorties yellin threats Lookin for the one who called for the deck Now they airin out the hall in the spot Hitting stomachs leavin niggas pinched up Bodies balled in a knot Bullet holes in the wall from a glock Searchin for the one who called in the shots Hypes crawlin for rocks Goin all in the socks of the recently deceased from what was released From the chrome beast to the dome piece Visions in my mind bein increased by inner beef with some grief, but when I chief on some strong leaf I'm snappin hard enough to make a nigga try to check his own chief Violate him but can't annihilate him Pickin up his own teeth and it's on with the microphone deep Stimulate him with pistols penetrate him Nerves still jumpin cause adrenaline pumpin is a m'uhfucker Hit him with the steel bloodsuckers Murdered the bud lovers makin sure every one of you hoe studs suck us And I bullshit you not if it was full clips, two glocks you would still die or you'll get too hot Cause when my fuel kick you'll drop Hypes is trickin on you Tell me where he at bitch and you'll get two rocks (Okay!) Cause when my tool click you'll pop Can't this hype nigga stop shit, I'm hazardous Makin musical miracles like I'm Jesus of Nazerath Yet disasterous, smokin on halves and hash, fuck if it's cancerous Bust ass to the beat cause I mastered this It's hard to breathe, I'm bustin like an A-bomb cause I'm in the zone, twenty-two a cold shit up my sleeve It's hard to stay calm thinkin about the bitches that I'm fin' to bone Hittin my enemies and competition up with lethal blows that's damagin, flows that's callous and we're leavin thick ladies frantic and people in the industry panickin I thought we got in this to get out of pistol handlin Now it's possible m'uhfuckers could start vanishin fuck the Anacin I be toking plenty and stankin from stress and flowin over notes; them studs thinkin they can get close I know I got you trippin off the shit a nigga said off a overdose
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Post by godfirstmelast on Jun 5, 2010 23:06:35 GMT -5
Lauryn Hill - Fugees - Ready or Not
I play my enemies like a game of chess, where I rest, No stress If you don't smoke sess, lest. I must confess, my destiny's manifest In some Goretex and sweats I make treks like I'm homeless Rap orgies with Porgy and Bess, Capture your bounty like Elliot Ness, YES Bless you if you represent the Fu But I'll hex you with some witch's brew if you're Doo Doo Voo Doo, I can do what you do, easy, BELIEVE ME Frontin' niggas give me hee-bee-gee-bees So while you're imitating Al Capone I'll be Nina Simone And defacating on your microphone.
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Post by Alc 06 on Jun 6, 2010 15:45:31 GMT -5
OutKast- Babylon (I could post this whole damn song, lol)
3000: I came into this world high as a bird From second hand cocaine powder i know it sounds absurd I never tooted but its in my veins While the rest of the country bungies off bridges Without no snap back and bitches they say they need that To shake they fannies in the ass clubs they go the other route turn each other out burn each other out where a bonified nigga like me can't even get no back rub these days ain't that bleak on they part but let me hold it down cause they shut you down when you speak from your heart now that's hard while we rantin and ravin bout gats nigga they made them gats they got some shit that'll blow out our backs from where they stay at
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Post by DamieQue™ on Jun 7, 2010 12:12:43 GMT -5
Lauryn Hill - Mystery of Iniquity
That a defendant is depending on the system Totally void of judgment purposely made to twist em' Emotional victim blackmailed by the henchmen Framed by intentions Inventions whereby they lynch men Enter the false witness slandering the accused Planting the seed openly showing he's being used To discredit, edit, headed for the alleged Smearing the individual fearing the unsuspected Expert witness (the paid authority) Made a priority to deceive the majority Of disinterested peers Dodging duty for years Hating the process waiting to be returning to their careers Do we expect the system made for the elect To possibly judge correct? Properly serve and protect? . . . When the Son of Perdition is Commander in Chief The standard is Thief Brethren can we candidly speak? . . . trapped in the night and bonded to the Cain of the night Under the curse Evil men waxing more worse Faxing the first Angelic being cast to the earth It's time for rebirth Burnin up the branch and the root The empty pursuits of every tree bearing the wrong fruit Turning and be healed Let him who stole, no longer steal Oh it's real (Israel) Surrender for Jehovah is real How long will you sleep Troubled by the thoughts that YOU keep The idols YOU heap Causing the destruction you reap
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Post by Blu on Jun 7, 2010 12:18:37 GMT -5
Lupe Fiasco - American Terrorist
Close your mind close your eyes see with your heart how do you forgive the murderer of your father? the ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a martyr
we came through the storm nooses on our necks and a smallpox blanket to keep us warm on a 747 on the pentagon lawn wake up the alarm clock is connected to a bomb anthrax lab on a w. Virginia farm shorty ain't learned to walk already heavily armed civilians and little children is especially harmed camouflaged Torahs, Bibles and glorious qurans the books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there have become misinterpreted, reasons for warfare we read 'em with blind eyes I guarantee you there's more there the rich must be blind because they didn't see the poor there need to open up a park, just close 10 schools we don't need 'em can you please call the fire department they're down here marching for freedom burn down their TV's, turn their TV's on to teach 'em
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Post by Blu on Jun 7, 2010 12:21:23 GMT -5
Xzibit - The Foundation
When I look you in your eyes I can see my own Straight love manifested in flesh and bone You's a breath of fresh air in this world of shit You was born to be a soldier don't ever forget Hit back when hit Use force that's effective All these bitches and women Son, please be selective This is California can't stick your Dick in everything We will survive necessarily by any means Let no man ever hold you down or supress you It's the 90's the police just arrest you, disrespect you on occasion take life By the time you come of age they'll probably blast on sight It's a shame they protect them but try to serve us When your neck is on the line stand ground then bust In God we trust but just incase keep it loaded and locked Ready to rock Then shake the spot The Foundation
[Verse 2]
You came from a long line of killers and drug dealers Who forever smoke bud So it's probably in your blood Realize you can only run the streets so long Then the streets run you into the ground then gone It's kinda ruff trying to teach you what's right from wrong Same shit different day It's the same ol' song If the time ever comes that I meet my match Take control of my assets fuck startin' from scratch Take care of your mother Keep yourself on track Just cause niggas get behind you don't mean they got your back Beware of the serpent Cause there's a time in life the mothafucker will strike And try to make you loose sight Don't be a fake mothafucker tryin' to keep shit real Fill cassettes with idle threats with no guts to kill Son if you ever pull heat Then use it If you got a chance to walk away Then do it Total domination takes full concentration in all situations A solid foundation
[Verse 3]
You are the foundation Begining of a new generation I remember hospital hallway pacin' I was anxious as fuck to see your face shine Only to find that yours looked like mine So it's like I'm livin' twice at the exact same time In this life you can't press stop Then press rewind Gotta live to the fullest never follow behind no man Have your own plan, expand your mind Ain't no paper thin game to raise wannabe thugs This is nothing but love Via sattelite Muggs Take heed when it's your turn to bring new life Make sure it's the woman you gonna make your wife Be prepared for the worst But expect the best No matter where life takes you Come home to the West Survival takes more than just gats and guns That's words to live by From a father to a son Foundation
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Post by Blu on Jun 7, 2010 12:30:08 GMT -5
Snoop Doggy Dogg - Gin and Juice
Verse One: Snoop
With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day May I, kick a little something for the G's (yeah) and, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through Two in the mornin and the party's still jumpin cause my momma ain't home I got bitches in the living room gettin it on and, they ain't leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin) So what you wanna do, sheeeit I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too So turn off the lights and close the doors But (but what) we don't love them hoes, yeah! So we gonna smoke a ounce to this G's up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this
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Post by G Money$CMB$ on Jun 7, 2010 15:28:31 GMT -5
Ed OG and Da Bulldogs- Be A Father To Your Child (To all the deadbeats)
Verse 1 Be a father if not why bother son A boy can make 'em but a man can raise one If you did it admit it and stick with it Don't say it ain't yours 'cause all women are not whores Ninety percent represent a woman that is faithful Ladies can I hear it? Thank you. When a girl gets pregnant her man is gonna run around Dissin' her for nine months when it's born he wants to come around Talking that I'm sorry for what I did And all of a sudden he wants to see his kid She had to bear it by herself and take care of it by herself And givin' her money for milk won't really help Half of the fathers with sons and daughters don't even wanna take 'em But it's so easy for them to make 'em It's true, if it weren't for you then the child wouldn't exist After a skeeze, there's responsibilities so don't resist Be a father to your child
Verse 2 You see, I hate when a brother makes a child and then denies it Thinking that money is the answer so he buys it A whole bunch of gifts and a lot of presents It's not the presents, it;s your presence and essence Of being there and showing the baby that you care Stop sittin' like a chair and having your baby wonder where you are Or who you are----fool, you are his daddy Don't act like you ain't cause that really makes me mad, G. To see a mother and a baby suffer I've had enough of brothers who don't love the Fact that a baby brings joy into your life You could still be called daddy if the mother's not your wife Don't be scared, be prepared 'cause love is gonna getcha It will always be your child even if she ain't witcha So don't front on your child when it's your own 'Cause if you front now, then you'll regret it when it's grown Be a father to your child
Put yourself in his position and see what you're done But just keep in mind that you're somebody's son How would you like it if your father was a stranger And then tried to come into your life and tried to change The way your mother raised ya----now, wouldn't that amaze ya? To be or not to be, that is the question When you're wrong, you're wrong, it's time to make a correction Harassin' the mother for being with another man But if the brother man can do it better than you can, let him. Don't sweat him, duke Let him do the job that you couldn't do. You're claimin you was there, but not when she needed you And now you wanna come around for a day or two? It's never too late to correct your mistake So get yourself together for your child's sake And be a father to your child....
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