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It ain't that weezy n juelz is wack, it's that there are people better than them, n they're overrated by dickriders.
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My point is proven... But I wouldnt even call that over-rated.. That was just straight up wack... |
That was a terrible choice of a verse, to prove Wayne's lyrical content and creativity. And yes, you do gotta be feeling him to enjoy his music, but whatever...I got a lot of fiya for you. I just don't wanna waist my time when you probably won't even read it.
And sorry I didn't post fast enough, I don't jack off to this site like some cats. But heres a verse...you should listen to the song as well: Fly In: Tha Carter 2 They call me Mr. Carter I kissed the daughter Of the deads forehead I killed the father Spilled the heart of a mildew hater I will put them body on chill like gla-ciers Gracias I'm crazy yes it's obvious Going against me is atheist I got my angels on my shoulders and a quarter of that angel dust I ain't sniffin I'm just pitchin ya honor I ain't snitchin ya honor Hate bitch niggaz bitches with power Vacate when the kitchen get hotter I just sit on the counter open the cabinet close the cupboard Put that jar in the skillet drop a 4 in the bubbles I remember being young tryin to hustle my dough Tryin to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap Tryin to tell you fool you chump that my mack ain't broke You ain't tryin to see how far that black backlane go No call me pacman you ghosts is blue I got my red river rubies and my oceans blue Jewlery usually I'ma hooligan for the money Yeah I'm eatin but I got a tapeworm in my tummy oh Make harm in the bomb you in public Hit you with the straight arm no warning nothin Look it's mornin no yawnin or nothin I ain't sleep and I'm up tryin to take a nigga lunch You gon make a nigga break a nigga fronts Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin what we want I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here If you ever lookin for me bitch I will be here Cash Money is an army navy seal me here Lot of niggaz ran from it but I'll still be here No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental Crack the phill' crack the roof and roll up the window And my hood love me they tell me bring it home Thats why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song You leapin at a dog a dog wit no bark Just a bite like an old shark And all you rich niggas know Pa I'm talkin bout stunna He like keep ya door he got ya whole winters Sunshines on the king and sets on the prince I met the birdman and I been shinin ever since like that BM JR: Tha Carter Murder capital, only key to survive is kill If the elements don't murder you the riders will fo real And niggas know I goes hard to the fullest Get involved and I got' em' playing dodge ball with bullets Yeah I got the sawed off, fully in the sean john hoody Get fucked ya play pussy We hit em' up when they ain't lookin and them body shots hurt And the head shots took him Damn And if the red dot spot him then the hollow head got him Knock his top to his bottom jack You see me grind to the bottom just to make it to the bottom At the very bottom of the map Lou-easy-ana pirahnnas everywhere you at You gotta wear an extra condom and an extra gat Ya bitch could get it for actin like a man Them niggaz in Pakistan impactin on ya man I backwards hand ya man on command In front of niggaz he cool with the boys on fam I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates, duckin the animal keep on runnin wit my primates You ain't did it till you done it like in 5 states, Weezy hustle no blubber I put on weight And in a drought I go on I diet and stretch more Loose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks You don't even come up to a nigga chest paw, sup, what the fuck they play it in the club for ? Real shit I'm duckin bombs from a drug war, no religion but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord Father forgive em' for they no not who they pushin lord Father forgive me if I have to send them to ya lord I'm just tryin to dodge the shots they send to the god They riding up highway to heaven boulevard Damn, them niggaz pussy and jive, not even in an eye exam they ain't lookin for "I" The A and the K will make ya face cook to the side Now when you smiling everybody gotta look from the side Cuz when you wildin you ain't lookin, you just lookin high Hit Em Up:Tha Carter 2 Quit talkin, I'ma hang ya by your tongue, Yea Any motormouth could get hung high We don't fuck wit niggaz like fungi We don't even hear ya Hollerin bullshit nigga quit the diaherra Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless You can leave out here armless, no homies Honest, you niggaz is harmless I'm calm as a Don is supposed to (be) Costa Nostra, don't ever approach him Don't get close to him Shootouts and nothin but rock n roll to him Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood 'Nother murder, 'Nother page out the notebook It ain't nothin it don't make it if you no good Carter II:Tha Carter 2 All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise A fist full of dollars, a list full of problems I'll address them like P.O. Boxes Yeah I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit We so out of it, zero tolerance Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it I'm wealthy, still fuckin wit that block shit Wet your ass up, head to feet til your sock a drip Don't strip, you might fall and bust your ass No snakes at the carter, tell the gardener to cut the grass I hear 'em but they talking under mass Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass That's Cash Money, honey pie We ain't runnin, we don't hide sayin fuck the other side Don't get caught on it, this the deadliest grind I'll put your heart on it and walk on it The chalks only for the art homie How they trace ya after I erase ya Look around, we at war and you still in preparation I'm riding for them reperations, No patience Slow paper is better than no paper Fast money don't last too long, you gotta pace it You gotta know that paper If you got it from a caper, you gotta blow that paper Gotta know that photo fobia, no kodak moments Feds walls with my pictures on 'em Nah, I ain't even in the school yearbook I don't do too much posin, got a cool killer look Career crook, get your career took I'm back like a brizeer hook Bitch cheer, camoflauge ya gear, the hunter's here Better play it by ear, you ain't nothing but a deer Around here and this here is The Carter Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter But get your boys some different sauce, I want the whole enchilada I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em On the head at the bottom You ain't gotta shoot 'em cause I already shot 'em And I ain't gotta get 'em cause I already got 'em But, don't get it twisted, Wayne aint all about gun talk: Get Over:Tha Carter 2 Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya Need a shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor Standin on stage in front of thousands Don't amount to me not havin my father That's real talk, I know a lot of y'all got 'em But you need 'em way more when you gotta go without 'em And I'm without 'em, but that's life y'all Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard I'm alright God, shit I'm still breathin But lose hurt like bullets, I'm about to start bleedin Throw me down some comfort, cause my heart need it Tryin to cope wit my chances and meet 'em There's a dark road ahead, but I'm tryin to take it easy Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga And trust...there's a lot more...I didn't even post the MIXTAPE lyrics and shit. 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Lmao sweet.. Keep proving my point.. Granted that was better than the last shit.. None of it was dope... And there are still literally thousands of rappers that shit on this guy big time.. Just cause the cat funds his career on payola and you lathargic clowns buy into the hype..........doesent mean he isnt compleatly over-rated. I dont mind some of his shit when I'm out at a club.......but I also dont mind teenie bopper pop music when I'm out at a club..... I would never be a fan of this cat... |
this is for Nos, because schema posted this in another thread and i couldnt word shit better myself...
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^ and thats word. |
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Real Talk. I just listened to one of your Audios on your Soundclick, and seriously none of your verses I listnend to was no where near on the lyrical level that one of those Weezy verses that M Eazy posted. Not to mention the fact that your flow sucks, and I couldn't understand half the words you were saying with that wack ass acent. So stop hating on everyone in America that thinks a Mainstreem rapper is hot or has dope lyrics like Lil Wayne, Jay-Z, or T.I. Just because YOU think the rapper sucks when your opinion doesn't even matter, doesn't means that rapper really sucks. |
^Nice try moron...
And blay..... Whats that sposed to make me change my mind? LMAO. You cats are stupid.. Thats real talk. Go buy a grill and act dumb..........You mother fuckers follow trends like good media sluts.... I'm laughing at ya... |
^You seriously jack off to the net, dont you?
This shit is funny. Reading some of your post. It's like, it's your way or nothing at all. I can tell you got a lot of anger mixed up inside of you. Don't hate on America buddy. Oh, and your music do suck whale penis..I heard some of that shit...All you hear is "Sp.sp.sp" What the fuck is that? Since you like dissing people...check this...you'll NEVER make it as a rapper...or, in your case, you'll never make it as a HIP HOP artist. Don't matter how much hiphop/rap history you google...you'll never know what real music is, and we'll never give a shit what you think... We can't understand a damn word you saying, you a suck badly!! and that's word!!! |
^LMAO
What a fucken stooge... |
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