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its stupid because you dont agree with it.
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lmfao at the mother song....... anyways...... i never felt biggie as much as pac even tho biggie did have some more substance to his lyrics....... but why do u keep talkin about emotions with biggie wen it was obviously Pac makin the more emotional songs??????
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u feel how I felt when Ike started this shit with his dumb ass comment that Jay Z is greater than Biggie <----------- goes to get dinna BABY BABAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! |
i agree about all of the biggie thang but lmfao at u thinkin ike bit em's style...i'll admit his vioce can sound similar ta em's when he 1st hit the seen cuz slim shady had that high pitch kinda vioce...but ike's style aint no where near ems. u see IKE rappin bout drugz or any weird ass shit slim shady always rapped about???....i dont
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ALL of ghostface albums are classics |
jay-z IS better than Biggie
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im not even gonna respond with an opinion to this |
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because PAC's music never stirred anything in me the way Biggie's music did and DOES... I even listen to Pac's emotional songs, like DEAR MAMA and CHANGES and they don't have the effect on me they have on die hard Pac fans...they are nice songs...no doubt But, Biggies song "Warning" for example, is fucking CLASSIC...jus the way he delivered those verses man...fucking amazing to me...his delivery...his sense of humor was funny to me...I love it Pac just doesn't do it for me...as dope as Pac is...and lemme tell u, I developed a new found respect for Pac after seeing "Tupac: Resurrection." The man said some profound things. |
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lmao...yea, and big had a shitload of variety in his :bored: Quote:
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yea... and by the way...did you people forget about Canibus when it comes to lyrics? seriously...you people need to stop listening to the radio and stop watching those top 30 emcees of all time on mtv2 and shit. |
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lol exactly...... |
a mod should honestly delete the comment of 50 cent bein better than pac...... dont worry will..... we'll just pretend like it never happened.... ok?
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No. And I think I'd know enough to say that without being either a Pac dickrider or a 50 Cent hater. |
Tupac poetry = ownage
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They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin I see no justice All I see is niggas dying fast The sound of a gun blast Then watch the hurst past Just another day in the life 'G' Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man I went to the bank to cash my cheque I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes They got dough but they hate us though You better keep your mind on the real shit And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down Just can't understand why we getting respect now Mama told me they're be days like this But I'm pissed cause it stays like this And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait Gimme a break How much shit can a nigga take I ain't goin' nowhere no how What you wanna throw down Better bring your guns pal Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K And even if they shoot me down There'll be another nigga bigger from the mutha-fuckin' underground So step but you better step quick Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit You're watching the makings of a physco-path The truth didn't last Before the wrath and aftermath Who's that behind the trigger? Who'd do yah figure!? A mutha-fuckin night nigga Ready to buck and rip shit up I had enough and I don't give a fuck They claim that I'm violent, just cause I refuse to be silent These hypocrites are havin fits, cause I'm not buyin it Defyin it, envious because I will rebel against any oppressor, and this is known as self defense I show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic But when the shit gets thick, I'm the one you go and get Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be In every Jeep and every car, brothers stomp this I'm Never Ignorant, Getting Goals Accomplished The underground railroad on an uprise This time the truth's gettin told, heard enough lies I told em fight back, attack on society If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin from Look through our history, America's the violent one Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery This time the payback for evil shit you did to me They call me militant, racist cause I will resist You wanna censor somethin, motherfucker censor this! My words are weapons, and I'm steppin to the silent Wakin up the masses, but you, claim that I'm violent A smokin ass nigga robbed me blind I got a tech nine now his smokin ass is mine I guess I felt sorry for the bastard, he was broke I didn't know he smoked so I didn't watch him close He caught me on the sneak tip, now the punk's in deep shit Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet Comin quickly up the streets, is the punk ass police The first one jumped out and said, "Freeze!" I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please.. Cause cops should mind they business, when we rush Now you're pleadin like a bitch, cause you don't know how to.. hush.. Now back to the smoker that robbed me I tell you like Latifah, motherfucker give me.. body.. One to the chest, another to his fuckin dome Now the shit can rest, yo tell him to leave me the fuck alone Two very bloody bodies on the streets A nosey ass cop and a nigga that robbed from me Run from your backup punk, how you figure? My finger's on the trigger for you crooked ass niggaz Ohh shit! Jumped on my man's dick Heard he had a twelve inch, now the bitch is lovesick Who's to blame, the guy or the groupie? Heard I was down with D.U., now she wants to do me Oooh-wee! This is the life New bitch every night, never tripped off a wife It ain't right, but it's cool how they come quick Don't try to flip with the lip cause I run shit Hip hip, hooray for the AK Spray when I lay competition, what a great day Make pay, next is the wet sex Hexed with the vex now they wreck with the complex I'm set, wonder what I tote, check Bloody as a coat-check, snappin motherfuckers necks Revenge so sweet when it comes from niggaz get done with the drum, watch my foes run Nigga keeps comin when they can't slip Full of that shit, another hit from Tha' Lunatic I hear Brenda's got a baby But, Brenda's barely got a brain A damn shame Tha girl can hardly spell her name (That's not our problem, that's up ta Brenda's family) Well let me show ya how it affects tha whole community Now Brenda never really knew her moms and her dad was a junky Went in death to his arms, it's sad Cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know Just cause your in tha ghetto doesn't mean ya can't grow But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation Do whatever it takes ta resist tha temptation Brenda got herself a boyfriend Her boyfriend was her cousin, now lets watch tha joy end She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she Went out and had a church of kids As long as when tha check came they got first dibs Now Brendas belly is gettin bigger But no one seems ta notice any change in her figure She's 12 years old and she's having a baby In love with tha molester, whos sexin her crazy And yet she thinks that he'll be with her forever And dreams of a world with tha two of them are together, whatever He left her and she had tha baby solo, she had it on tha bathroom floor And didn't know so, she didn't know, what ta throw away and what ta keep She wrapped tha baby up and threw him in tha trash heep I guess she thought she'd get away Wouldn't hear tha cries She didn't realize How much tha tha little baby had her eyes Now tha babys in tha trash heep balling Momma can't help her, but it hurts ta hear her calling Brenda wants ta run away Momma say, you makin' me lose pay, tha social workers here everyday Now Brenda's gotta make her own way Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay No money no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job She tried ta sell crack, but end up getting robbed So now what's next, there ain't nothin left ta sell So she sees sex as a way of leavin hell It's payin tha rent, so she really can't complain Prostitute, found slain, and Brenda's her name, she's got a baby Notice a difference? HELL NO Brenda's baby is the same like the rest, lmfao, he justs adds a name to a random bitch |
there wouldnt be a fifty cent without tupac's thug influence
just in case you missed that |
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