Hip Hop Quotable ARchive
Week 1
"Now who's the underated pro, they scared to play on the radio? Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know Flow for flow, no crew can step to us And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that you heard the rumors I give tumors to niggas and comas to bitches No one's against us, roll with the riches or float with the fishes The revolution has started thats why I'm undercarded My Squad will turn to the most feared into the dearly departed As hard as they come, they all fall like the Great Wall Make no mistake, I take you straight to the state morgue Swarmin informers like cops at drug corners Feds got the bugs on us, tryin to lay the law on us They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don? Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond My game is on lock, till you bawl cop And its never ever gonna stop."
Fat Joe "Terror Squadians" (Don Catagena) - 1998
Week 2
"A killer code, secret untold, how we bury beef with a rose To his wake we send a wreath that explodes Beneath us sleep with the Reaper, they sleep eyes closed That's how real Brad Jordan keep it, to him I owe Five fo-fo's ready, five masks, five machetes Attack em like Freddie, then we toastin' over spaghetti I share wit'cha drama, you share with mine That's how we killin two birds at the same time Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger with a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga Either way the heat is grave, fuck with 'Face we bring war Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life Murder for a murder, and I got you it's vice versa."
Nas "Favor For A Favor" (I Am) - 1999
Week 3
"Introducin' the best kept secret It's no sweet shit I sleep wit green beret Blaze enemies frequent I speak wit authority (Black) Perhaps through four to be Cap quarterly blazed till it's quiet and orderly The gunsmoke make son soak The smoke run through the barrel until the gun choke Raised cold-hearted and deadly Survive wit a nickel-plated tool and jewels old-timer done fed me Keep my grip steady Squeeze till they drop off Make sure all other guns are popped off as heavy Blowin some high-tech shit Through your projects Makin' whatever was in my way easy to di-tect I wrecks guys Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian necktie We don't respects by Half-ass niggas Blast niggas Gas niggas who won't blast They sect die"
Teflon "4 Alarm Blaze" (1st Family 4 Life) - 1999
Week 4
"Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path Ain't no love here, just slugs here Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable Third eye watchin you, watchin me Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me Just keep the heat closely and ride for me Cause we family for better or worse, you and I from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt to be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer for deceased peers, holdin fort Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked Homicide the crime Method, add another killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale"
Method Man "Grand Finale" (Belly Soundtrack) - 1998
Week 5
"Now if yall feelin me let's get down and tear the roof off the mother. Shoot the muthafuckaz! I'm serious and mean business. Ready to pump pump and ride, you wit it? Come on put it out there. Pump, pump, pump police. They treat us like animals, let's attack em like beasts! But hold on before you start fightin, [hold on, hold on] let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasoline [no more, no more]. I'm really not trippin on this rappin no more cause I know it won't last too much longer. When it's over then I be a full time soulja [I told you] if I make it out of the game wit all my sanity. Get paid, fuck the fame, get out quickly, understand me? Cause at the rate I'm goin, pretty soon they'll try to ban me for killin these muthafuckaz tryin to tamper wit my family! Now they got me runnin from these po po's, tryin to jam me but I told them muthafuckaz not to try to test my manly and this is my mentality for fuckin wit the street life, street life [street life life]"
Krayzie Bone "Street People" (Thug Mentality) - 1999
Week 6
"Now can your mind picture A thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor, This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker, Who would figure that all I need was a Hand trigga Semi-Automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggas, Pardon my thug poetry, But suckers is born everyday and fearing men grow on trees, Criminal ties for centuries, A legend in my own rhymes, So niggas whisper when they mention Makaveli was my key to final gorge, My father figure, Mama sent me to go play with the drug dealers, Hence forth, We thug niggas and we came in packs, Every one of niggas strapped sippin on 'nac, In the back, my AR 15, Thuggin till I die, These streets got me cravin for a Throzine, My lyrics are blueprints to money makin, Fat as that ass that honey shakin, My Niggas Tradin' War Stories."
2pac "Tradin' War Stories" (All Eyez On Me) - 1996
Week 7
"Tha Outlawz We be the Don Juans of this rough shit, Rhymes baptize your mind While paralyzin the public Wit' my mentality of war Dead bodies and silence Give it to ya raw Thug nigga to the core It was also livin poor Got me thinkin on a made level Shootin my gauge to get paid A fuckin crazed devil Mad shit from here to there Day by dayYear to year Made Niggas on your motherfuckin shit I'm a Made Nigga."
Kadafi "Made Niggaz" (Gang Related) - 1998
Week 8
"Yo yo Chino makes the world go 'round Fuckin up entire record companies like Harrel did to Motown Vominous talk, poison pen, hominous walk What flow will I destroy wit this time, the most commonest thought The drama that's brought, caught us in a midst of sibling rivalry For instance, there's nothing born in existence that can survive wit me Clone me like sheep, I clean house like Tony Rand-all Wit style filed for sexual harrassment like Tisha Camp-bell You're wack like Will Smith, your rhyme style is pansy I fuckin murder your young style like JonBenet Ramsey Now who the master to beg? Your demo gets passed on the reg' You shouldn't have been signed if you had a white cast on your leg I'm Wake-Up Show reppin wit Sway & Tech My tec's like Tekken, the industry weapon I'm Chino X, bring KRS in."
Chino XL "The Anthem" (Sway & Tech's This Or That) - 1999
Week 9
"7a.m woke in the morning wit Hen and caffiene and green and nicotine. No dough so pop a couple of those. Little Ripsta nigga Mr. Clean. Make it deep deep in my temple and I go get sentimentally steamed with my instrumelody and heated especially for your team and the 45 indeed will beam in between the scenes, destroy your dreams. You willing to die? We'll see how many flee when we cause the scene. We mean Thug Mo Thug trained to be perfect disciples when it's survival time die by double edged sword. triple 6 rivals spittin fire It's the real true BITCH, break him down for lies, my Messiah better get ready for Armageddon. Shoots expired. It's wild. Bless the child, the 1 that became a man but them positions already there. All that I had to do was stare. Test me now contend never no surrender no pretend, pick up my pen in my hand 1 of my trusty friend friends. Hey open it let's see it for real. We all suited dead, my pardon in the mornin' baby we ain't marchin, we shootin and daily recrutin. There's a thug born everyday in the ghetto. We start em off little. We give em a bottle and a pen and pad. They hit the label, kick it."
Bizzy Bone "Notorious Thugs" (Biggie's Life After Death ) - 1997
Week 10
"Oh, cherry tops or more cops, ooh where you going creepin' in somebody's house, six in the mornin' whooo and they rollin' deep with they gats in they hand, with they warrants K9 and they battering ram, somebody done got them mad, bitch rollin' through my front, What, strollin' through my back, Who Me?, they've been movin' Ye-Yo continue to lay low, you tried to fuck me, now you bend over pendejo, could've been on the payroll, but you wanna play pro, so muthafuck you, and tell the captain I say so, I'll show you the master, you dickridin' bastard, my lawyer's so good you're gonna be workin' in Alaska."
Treach "Ring The Alarm" (Nineteen Naughty Nine...Nature's Fury) - 1999
Week 11
"I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well Streets raised me crazy. Now I'm immune to it So when they start shooting, we'll stop the music Keep it moving. That's how we do it, Been through more drama than the Broadway. We still crawling Apply street rules to the office. High performance, Rap author, made millions offa Melodic, hypnotic productions That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions You feel me? I'll write a graphic page Escort niggas to they grave Relate to the projects We the black Mobb It gets deeper than rap music (It don't get no realer than this!) It's more real than any words I can muster Pull em black Cadillac trucks up Hop out that shit like what! You niggas can't touch us "
Prodigy "It's Mine" (Murda Muzik)- 1999
Week 12
"Disrespect the Don word bond I’m gonna shoot ya We can get it on maricon y gran puta Who you fucking' wit? Bitch ass nigga you ain't running' up on shit Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip Nigga you ain’t no fucking threat You talk a lot but you ain't never realized that if you walk that block Cock that Glock, think I'm pussy oh shit man! Big Punisher's off his rocker What you got? Beef wit' me? Aight then papi, Sheik's with me Thought you cats were gonna creep on me without some type of an injury. "
Big Pun "Piña Colada" ( from the Ruff Ryders' Album: Ryde Or Die Vol.1- 1999)
Week 13
" I'm livin' in hell, where all these niggaz got stories to tell, I be blastin' on these bitch niggaz servin'em well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth, body tated, hair matted, sellin' keys if you fuck wit these law breakin' niggaz screamin', fuck the police we gonna ball fo, that lil' nigga shit what the fuck you figure? Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nickel plates findin' niggaz dead, bring'em home and I can't wait, if niggaz is real, then they ain't scared to split 'em all that job-ownin' shit, fuck you, I ain't wit' it, cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say how high? or I stab you in ya fuckin' eye, now let's get busy nigga. "
Freddie Foxx "M.O.B" ( Fatal's: In The Line Of Fire- 1998 )
Week 14
" Hey yo I'm straight out of the bricks and yall ain't worthy to serve me. I'm the type to jump out your bushes and bust you wit the 30-30. You want beef? I pack pistol packin utilities. I'm the type of nigga that'll send letterbombs to all my enemys. I can't even walk to the airport for bein who I was. The police all on my dick because they recognize a thug. Nigga we tryin to get money, we don't respect the police. Until us thugs unite, it ain't gon never be no peace! Niggaz be goin to school wit nothin but murda on they mind, givin a fuck bout teachers, bustin shotguns and 9s. Picture the scenes and screams and everybody runnin. Get on your knees and pray nigga cause the son of the Lord is comin."
K-Mont "Theze Dayz" ( Krayzie Bone's: Thug Mentality 1999- 1999 )
Week 15
" God is so passionate and hears the cries of the needy. [needy] Devils is greedy. [greedy] They get you high. [so high] before they feed you. [feed ya] Power to the people that wanted to beat you and mistreat you and at the same time have a smile when they greet you. [greet ya} Could never be equal. We are revelation angels. [angels] Change cause no matter how hard you try you can't erase us or replace us. [erase us or replace us] Keep your eyes posted high into the sky. It's your life, the fragile prize for provin that black lives'll rise and fall because of God. The tune is playin black women and black men, it's not to late to repent your sinnin'."
Thug Queen "Power" ( Krayzie Bone's: Thug Mentality 1999- 1999 )
Week 16
"Ya'll know me still the same ol' G But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies But ya'll think I'm gonna let my toes freeze Hoe Please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees Who you think brought you the oldies Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's And a group that said muthafuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats The bomb weed stroll through in you hood And when your album sales wasn't doin too good Who's the doc that he told you to go see Ya'll better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or the the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck ya'll all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me blow me Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me And turn me back to the old me."
Dr. Dre "Forgot About Dre" ( The Chronic 2001 ) - 1999
Week 17
" Vision the canvas I paint a picture Similar to Ernies Barnes nigga But mines is more ghetto more guns More drugs, mostly thugs All my duns, their baby moms daughter and sons Dark blocks, with streets lamps shot the fuck out Park benches broke, a nigga stretched out Jumped off the roof to his death its real Hand Ball walls displayed with R-I-P murials Those who sling, play the shadows by the building Devils spring, keep em going while the snows blowing Grams get dipped, 50's are moked, cookies are broke And Spliced in large pieces for the fiends to smoke The sun set looks beautiful over the projects What a shame, its ain't the same where we stand at If you look close you can see the bricks chipped off Sometimes niggas miss when they lick off don't get clipped off Street life "
Prodigy "Streets Raised Me" ( Murda Muzic ) - 1999
Week 18
"I spit that killer shit white gorilla shit nobody illa shit You never seen it before its all Ligitement Italiano bust holes to your guitano I got twelve ropes to hang you off the Verazano Rapid Marziano I hit your arms till they drop Palms to your chops left hook put your palms in the block Jingo pop then don't stop till the game is one And I'll stop till your frame is numb Comical rapper on some funny shit pop drung on shit While I'll tell you straight up we on some money shit A problem with that you see my hand in the place But fuck Ballon I'm trying to punch you dead in your face We bless with da deal cause we're the best in the field Bleach Brothers true white trash you can wrestle it real Test if you will feeling the meaning of real The meaning of steel you little bitch Ay you screaming for real "
Dirtman "www.ThatsMyShit.com" ( Terror Squd The Album ) - 1999
Week 19
" What's love when you don't give your man enough dough? He wanna stick you What's love, you got beef? Nobody rollin wit you What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air? What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe And you don't even let him know, cause you fucked her befo' What's real, when you talk behind a man's back then you see him and give him dap, now explain that? What's trust, when they seperate your case When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man? And he never crossed you, but you claimin he's fam'? What's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate? They blaze purple haze with em the next day? God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire But everybody's different, you won't know how you react til you in that position, and that's an actual fact The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong? You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90 On your deathbed you regret bein grimy What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug? A ghetto child raised around drugs, til he's old enough to bust slugs? Then what's jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a nigga worse when he come home to catch another case? Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it You did it, heaven or hell or prison Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin, get your weight up Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya You gettin older player, look at those who gave up "
Nas "Life We Chose" ( NAStradamus ) - 1999
Week 20
" The waterproof MC, you ain't wettin' me You need to stop rappin' and start robbin' banks like Steady B Cause see, no matter how much green you make You never taste the avocado, just another broke Versace model Tiger Woods ain't even up to par in the game of survival That's why I'm pissin' in y'all Cristal bottles Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between You strike to five my average snorter, I want a woman With the body of a hoochie and a personality like Gloria Can't even say I didn't know 'cause while we wanna be NWA they create the NWO How many years, fo' mo' so fuck them fake John Gotties Ain't got no Mazzeraties I be at the party sippin' on Todies My niggas pumpin' areas, out Audies in Saudi I'm thuggish ruggish to the bone, and I'm gonna dis everybody "
Ras Kass "Soul On Ice" ( Soul On Ice ) - 1998
Week 21
" Yeah, uh-huh, what the fuck Two asked quick for bastards to step to Leave wounds too drastic for rescue When I rock jewels it ain't to impress you What the fuck niggas commentin on my shit fo' I'm real - how you think I got rich ho? Pack steel - ain't afraid to let a clip go I got enough paper to get low Come back when the shit blow over get the dough over Huh wit the Rover snatch the gat from the clip holder Rip through ya shoulder bitch it's Jay-hovah I'm too right wit it, too tight wit it You light witted but if you're feel ya nice nigga spit it Who am I? JAY-Z motherfucker Do or die IN BROWNSVILLE motherfucker Blocka, rocka, M.O.P collabo Front on us and gats blow ya know? "
Jay-Z "4 Alarm Blaze" ( Mop's First Family 4 Life ) - 1998
Week 22
" I'm descending from the sky like Gabriel the arch angel with weight of world on shoulders like Aretha Franklin's ankles You liars, i'm tired of all your fake drug dealing tales the only time yall see grams is when yall drink them gingerales I hold the hammer to, your head piece flush you! like genitals I'll battle & bring evil that'll make your priest abandon you Through translucent fuschia zones poems, my vocal tones are dark Catacombs that'll scatter domes with the phermones of old bones in Germany eternally my victim hemorages internally untill the scent of decaying flesh, accompany Manson's death If you ask, bet, i'll take your breath a diffrent aspect enter the lung get shredded by person to person contact But beyond that, any rappers death i'm behind that I'll get that ass touced in any jail you do time at In every verse ditto, my defeat you better have more blind folded fate than the kidnaped version of pinky's widow Kiddo, you ain't worth hospitals till im hospitable enough to put you inside of a hospital after i smoke critical amounts of dust Thus my mind spoke on Jedi pedestals and roasting demos semi seminals who try to test testicles of this mc's quotables I'll make the proudest of all Dominicans swing flags for Puerto Rico And kill any blanco gringo reffering to Chino as chico By summoning the smoldering murdering minister thats mastering mayhem slaying day out & day in out'spoke'n like a dayton Rim that be keeping 'em staggering through lyrical pattern & traveling through my abdomen unraveling at the speed of a javelin still reppin' Vatican And invade like Mexican notify next to kin cats i'm invested in Don't worship Christ, they worship the theives crucified next to him Poison men cringes, from poison pen syringes these niggas couldn't be stars if they were thrown by Chinese ninjas Chino you bring phantasm plus you G like the dwellas and been touched by an angel like Della, me fear yall niggas? Never"
Chino XL "Never" ( Unknown ) - ????
Week 23
My thugs, throw up ya set And shorties rub on ya breasts GET THE FUCK UP, outta that dress, I palm tits You herbs get flipped like jeeps on mountain cliffs I'll rip through your chest, hollow-point talent tips Double-S, double the threat, double your bet Double up on that cash if you decide to invest You sound like Big, you sound like Jay, you sound like D And I bet, when I go plat, you'll sound like me Shabaam Sahdeeq, injure your fleet into delete Y'all crabs are weak, frail like a fiend's physique I stay on the street, stay on the beat, stay wit the heat Stay stickin fools like you for the rocks that gleam So toss that link, dummy, shoulda insured that link Straight to Canal I'll praise that link, then pawn that link You froze up, Sahdeeq says "Shut the fuck up!" Punk niggas get gun-butt up and tied up"
Shabaam Sahdeeq "Simon Says [Remix]" (from Pharaoh Monch's Internal Affairs ) - 1999
Week 24
" The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire I set a fucking girl on fire with a curling iron (AHH!) Psych I'm just joking, for christ sake Dont get so bent out of shape cause I went out and raped six girlfriends Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me cause they don't know better They don't know what the fuck its like to be so fed up and be fed so many uppers and downs it won't get up My mind's got a mind of it's own, sometimes I can't find it at home it hides in the stove (Hello, where you at?) Shit, talk about your brain being baked My shit's still in the oven on 480 De-Grades Hailey Jade, daddy loves you baby, Don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter fuck you lady You critics wanna criticize but couldnt visualize individuals lives through a criminal's eyes The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothing and Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shit I'll have a fucking man raped with a band-aid over his mouth and shove his head in the fan blade Don't ever tell me what I can and what I can't say I'm changed cause of the AIDS range in my fan base Like I give a fuck who's buying this shit Quit fucking buying it, I'm tired bitch, I'm dying to quit Hip Hop is universal now, it's all commercial now It's like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now But now the white kids like it, so they tell me I can buy it but as soon as I get on the mic it's like the night get silent either that or booed, thats why I keep an attitude and go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoon I'm sick of being judged, fuck it let me see a judge I'll confess to every murder I committed since 3 years old"
Eminem "If I get Locked Up Tonite" (from 'Funkmaster Flexx's The Tunnel ) - 1999
Week 25
" Now what? punk, run and get yo gat or premeditate on murderin' me, the Godfather's son, and I'm from Shaolin, home of the Gottis, we all thugs, catch the bodies guess where I'll be, in the heart of the projects, doin' foul things livin' like kings, known for pulling schemes, grimy as ever, while my mom said for broke, keep my kid shoes up to par, never had a tech choke my record label and the FCC don't like what I'm sayin' so on the radio you might not hear this joint playin', I got styles like a prayin' mantis watch me do damage, pin that ass to the campus, my dirty broken language is a secret, shaolin sword style, and never do we teach this so peep it, Wu Tang Killa Bee on the swarm, word bond I wet yo' block up like a rainstorm, you think, and I see red dots on your forehead, you Elvis, messing with these kids from Shaolin you get dealt with, like tipo, poetic, watch me set it with the quikness, Shyheim the good son, comin' soon on 12 inches, the one man gang, never need a army, the Illuminati got me out my window with a shotty, like Malcolm, ready to touch anything that moves, my everyday lifestyle be a hustle like Smoothe, Son."
Shyheim "This Iz Real" (The Lost Generation ) - 1997
Week 26
"Worry bout nobody else. (Yeeeeaah!) Where
the fuck my thugs at? Hey niggas if you're with me, grip your pistol, pump your
fists. Yeah nigga we stompin, but as we marchin, we launch at the target. Killin
again, they don't wanna get this AK, bloody murder. Uh-oh, shit, I'm tryin to
pump up the revolution. Recruitin, we want you. I ain't nothin but a soldier,
boy. And a hater gettin jealous of me. Still they lye, in the gutter they be.
But I know that murder's steady runnin after me. Yup, but I can't go for that,
nope, na... no can do. I, I, no can do, no can do, (I, I...). Yeah, so I'm
keepin a gun, why? Cause I can smell they're gettin closer. Lost one of my
dearly soldiers, may his soul be blessed, Jehovah. But these are the times, and
these are the days of the dying. And those are the days of our lives, our lives,
our lives. So nigga what you gonna do, do... so devoted, so humble, so real. But
I'm down wiht the dirty and we don't fuck around, still. Nigga get killed tryin
to run up on me. Nigga I could give a fuck about your reputation in the past.
Nigga you blast? Who gives a fuck, we all got straps, everybody pap-pap. Nigga
better have a gat, but to be the nigga. Quicker trigger happy nigga, get your
finger ready. Nigga now don't be scared, if you ready for the war. Nigga scream
"hell yea!" Where my thugs at..."
Krayzie Bone "Family Reunion/Where my Thugz at" (???? ) - ???? [P'z 2 Hades]
Week 27
"Some niggaz, kinda of coke scared to
bust, and I be lookin' through ya ass like you Plexey glass, so I send my pretty
bitch swingin' tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she blastin' fast,
alot of niggaz know my rep, but it don't mean shit, til you witness to yourself
how live it get, and I never let no rhymin' ass bitch share a mic wit me, until
I see her versatility you get the fuckin' picture, I swear by everythin' spit in
my rhymes it's only hollow points I spit out my nine drillin' niggaz on the
block, when I'm passin' through I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you and
if I ever get caught sleepin', which I ever doubt would happen I'd be the last
nigga rappin', I'll keep my fuckin' guns clappin'"
Freddie Foxxx "M.O.B" (Fatal's "In The Line Of Fire ) - 1998
Week 28
It took a long time comin but we waited
Xzibit went from underated To now most antcipaded never would of thought that I
would rock your set And get love and respect without no special effects Only the
rugged ruff shit that the hard rock need Lyrics must contain more then just
clothes bitches and weed thinkin' how you like to see the next man bleed Tryin
to glorify greed Livin life at ridiculous speed-indeed! The main goal to
achieve, is to succeed Have it laid out for your seed But the world gets colder
every day by day Physically, mentally gettin drained by L.A. Trying to find
piece of mind is like trying to find a gold mine it just wont happen no time for
relaxin Real soldiers of fortune the front line of the action So never show a
nigga what you packin' "You know what i'm sayin'?" It's too much
weight to be juggling who do you picture when you think about struggling Kids in
the bed, no food stomach bubblin' Niggas in the E-class heavy drug smugglin"
Xzibit "At The Speed Of Life" (At The Speed Of Life ) - 1996
Week 29
As I approach the scene, from smokin' green Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes I make em' die froze Watch me make em' bleed, make em' G's Lord help me wit'it Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket Help me get'it See me and pray for options And this precious, nonstop Niggaz get the pistol poppin' And watch they body drop I'm a lethal threat, watch me hit your set Flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz wit' my mask on Two is for profit, plus em', lookin' for punks to bust on If you ain't screamin' WestSide, you can get the fuck on I'm seein' demons hittin' weed Got me hearin' screamin' Scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend Probably be punished for it, though you can't ignore it I live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it Niggaz pass the cush and watch me bring em' to the floor I got some shit that they ain't ready for (What you got?) I got the Secretz of War
2pac "Secretz Of War" (Still I Rise ) - 1999
Week 30
"Dynamic leaders do more twisted shit
ceramically,able to write a fatal verse with no profanity.
It's on for Al G,Niko,Storm,and Nasty,knew I put a whole in your crew,tryin na
pass me.With no remorse you get blasted full force,a Nike endorsement doin
shootin's on a horse.Worldwide supremacy, all yall remember me,
hung over from hennesy,with a menace intendesy.Police be clockin me,so I be
dippin slippin sloppily,sippin Vodka B,and ditchin clips on private
property.When 5.0 be comin,nigga's be runnin for they life and freedom.The
type to beat 'em,hittin gates and breakin,tryin na lead 'em.To Pit terrier, my
clan's gettin scarier,there, 9's they shoot 'em in secluded areas,the
barrier.Not me.I burn 'em off,the dicks ,they ain't scot free.Till Task
harass my ass,and try to have the ave.flop the'.My nigga fell,givin the whole
essence county trigger hell.Punnin the f##kin block,and duckin cops tryin na get
up in 'em."
Fatal "Secretz Of War (bootleg Version)" (Still I Rise ) - 1999 [P'z 2 Invasion]