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Tha Q. 12-12-05 07:31 PM

Quote:
Originally Posted by FuxJustAWord
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?



i dunno if I agree with will, but I likened Pac to the 50-cent of his day...


similar...remeber, PAC wasn't this respected when he was alive...It's almost like a cult following now...

Pac was a poet...no doubt

But...Biggie's rhyming was ill...and if u truly listen to Big's lyrics, u can hear the pain he brought to his work...it translated into DOPENESS

Listen to "Gimme da loot"...story tellin joint...that track had me dyin man...I had NEVER heard anything like it...and no other rapper's work has since sparked that kind of reaction to where it changed my life basically...After hearin Biggies "Ready 2 Die," I started writing myself and really got into hip hop more.

TeamOne 12-12-05 07:33 PM

lol........ like all the songs u listed were from Ready 2 DIe...... u just love that album dont u?

Nynth Degree 12-12-05 07:33 PM

Quote:
Originally Posted by Tha Q.
similar...remeber, PAC wasn't this respected when he was alive...It's almost like a cult following now...

Exactly. Martyrship aside, Pac's not even top 5. Top 10 at best.

Nynth Degree 12-12-05 07:34 PM

Quote:
Originally Posted by FuxJustAWord
lol........ like all the songs u listed were from Ready 2 DIe...... u just love that album dont u?

That's the thing. Biggie pioneered/improved upon so many things in just one album, that we haven't even begun mentioning his follow-up yet.

Zone Out 12-12-05 07:37 PM

Quote:
Originally Posted by Compose
lmao...yea, and big had a shitload of variety in his :bored:

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My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my crib
Turned himself in, he had to do a bid
A one-to-three, he be home the end of '93
I'm ready to get this paper, G, you with me?

Motherfucking right, my pocket's looking kind of tight
and I'm stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest

No need for that, just grab the fucking gat
The first pocket that's fat the Tec is to his back
Word is bond, I'm a smoke him yo don't fake no moves (what?)
Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move

Nigga, you ain't got to explain shit
I've been robbin motherfuckers since the slave ships
with the same clip and the same four-five
Two point-blank, a motherfucker's sure to die
That's my word, nigga even try to bogart
have his mother singing "It's so hard..."

Yes, love love you're fucking attitude
because the nigga play pussy that's the nigga that's getting screwed
and bruised up from the pistol whipping
webs on the neck from the necklace stripping
Then I'm dipping up the block and I'm robbing bitches too
up the herring bones and bamboos
I wouldn't give fuck if you're pregnant
Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant

I'm slamming niggaz like Shaquille, shit is real
When it's time to eat a meal I rob and steal
'cos Mom Duke ain't giving me shit
so for the bread and butter I leave niggaz in the gutter
Huh, word to mother, I'm dangerous
Crazier than a bag of fucking Angel Dust
When I bust my gat motherfuckers take dirt naps
I'm all that and a dime sack, where the payback?

GIMME THE LOOT GIMME THE LOOT, Imma bad bad boy
thats a song about robbin people


Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink
pink gators, my Detroit players
Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there every night
Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
do something to us, talk go through us
Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff
Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3

Bang every MC easily, busily
Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin
So I just speak my piece, keep my piece
Cubans with the Jesus piece with my peeps
Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it

a nice club track for the ladies, Hypnotize


Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
rapper style used by me, the B.I.G.
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein
Will reach the fuckin ceiling, check, check it
My Calico been cocked (uh-huh) this rap Alfred Hitchcock
drop top notch playa hating won't stop (uhh)
This instant, rappers too persistant
Quick to spit Biggie name on shit, make my name taste
like ass when you speak it, see me in the street
your jewelry you can keep it, that be our little secret
See me, B that is, I that is, G whiz
Motherfuckers still in my biz
Don't they know my nigga Gutter fuckin kidnip kids? (uhh)
Fuck em in the ass, throw em over the bridge (oooh)
That's how it is, my shit is laid out (what)
Fuck that beef shit, that shit is played out (played out)
Y'all got to go, all I make is one phone call
All y'all dissapear by tomorrow
All your guns is borrowed, I don't feel sorrow
Actually, your man passed the gat to me, now check this

whats beef? the man Biggie smalls told you what it was

Armed and dangerous
aint too many can bang with us
straight up weed no angel
dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas dat love to bust, its strange to us
ya'll niggas be scramblin, gamblin
up in restaurants with mandolins and
violins. We just sittin' here tryin to win, try not to sin
high off weed and
lots of gin
so much smoke need oxygen
steadily countin' them Benjamins. Nigga
u should too, if u knew, what this game'll do to u
been in this shit since
'92
look at all the bullshit l been thru
sure caught beef with u know
who
fuck a few female stars or two
then a bluelight niggas knew like
Mike-shiiit not to be fuck wit. Muthafucka betta duck quick..cuzz me and my
dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim
go operation just to
kick da game. Spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks,
squeeze your clip and hit the right one
pass dat weed l gotta light one
all
them niggas l gotta fight one
all them hoes l gotta like one
our situation is
a tight one
what u wanna do? fight or run? Seems to me dat you'll take thee,
Bone and Big nigga die slowly
l'ma tell u like a nigga told me, cash rule
everything around me. Shiiit lyrically, niggas can't see me, fuck it, buy the
coke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the bitch before u caught yourself lovin
it--nigga wit a Benz fuckin it. Doesn't it seem odd to u
Big comes thru wit
mobs and crews
Goodfellas down to da Mo' Thug dudes
who's da killa? me or you?

wow, his collab with BTNH, Where his fat ass was rappin fast. he CHANGED up his flow, everyone on the track ate the beat
when tupac collabed with him, Tupac STILL rapped his normal pace
smh
pathetic

hot 12-12-05 07:38 PM

my favorite bigge song right there will^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
the "gimme the loot" one

Zone Out 12-12-05 07:38 PM

And like I said, Pac did not become famous until he played in Juice

Compose 12-12-05 07:38 PM

...I dont give a fuck about flow, BOTH of them never/barely switched their SUBJECT MATTER.

Zone Out 12-12-05 07:40 PM

Quote:
Originally Posted by Compose
...I dont give a fuck about flow, BOTH of them never/barely switched their SUBJECT MATTER.

I just posted 3 songs that were about 3 totally different things
wtf is you sayin?

Zone Out 12-12-05 07:41 PM

matter of fact, that new biggie joint with bob marley

I dont know all the wrods to it, but his 1st verse was dope as fuck

when I die I want to go to hell
cos somethin somethin it aint hard to tell
and the rest of the verse
but that song is completely different, I never heard that song either
shit was dope

hot 12-12-05 07:43 PM

when i die fuck it i want to go to hell
cuz ima piece of shit it aint hard to fucking tell
it dont make sense going to heaven with the goodie goodies
dressed in white, i like black tims and black hoodys
god'll probably have me on some real strict shit
no sleeping all day, no getting my dick lick

Zone Out 12-12-05 07:45 PM

^word
lol
I like that song

Nynth Degree 12-12-05 07:45 PM

Quote:
Originally Posted by Will S.Unyu
matter of fact, that new biggie joint with bob marley

I dont know all the wrods to it, but his 1st verse was dope as fuck

when I die I want to go to hell
cos somethin somethin it aint hard to tell
and the rest of the verse
but that song is completely different, I never heard that song either
shit was dope

That's one of the worst songs I've heard all year. They completely butchered "Suicidal Thoughts" with that bullshit beat and unnecessary Bob Marley sample.

Get the original track if you like the lyrics. :thumbup:

Zone Out 12-12-05 07:46 PM

When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.


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