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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. |
lol........ like all the songs u listed were from Ready 2 DIe...... u just love that album dont u?
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Exactly. Martyrship aside, Pac's not even top 5. Top 10 at best. |
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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. |
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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 |
my favorite bigge song right there will^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
the "gimme the loot" one |
And like I said, Pac did not become famous until he played in Juice
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...I dont give a fuck about flow, BOTH of them never/barely switched their SUBJECT MATTER.
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I just posted 3 songs that were about 3 totally different things wtf is you sayin? |
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 |
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 |
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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: |
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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