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Twentytwofifty:
I guess you're talking about 2002, right?  Cause that's when that Eminem verse came out.

Dip Set Movementarian 4 Life:
2002:

[Cassidy]
It's Cassidy, I get rock like a boat when you go fishing
Ayo, Listen I'm the general like Tso's chicken
I'm so sick you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H
The weapon the waist and I spray guns off
Cuz if its beef, I'ma be on top of it like A-1 sauce
Pause, now who's the truth (me), Who's quick to shoot (me)
My four-fifth got kick like Bruce Lee
See, I'm a true G, hotter than soup be
Raw like sushi, you gotta salute me
You dudes see, I'll put in an order for you
I'll let the water boil, cook in a quarter in the oil
I had it for sell, but ya'll faggots would tell
Go to jail and start singing like Patti LaBelle
I ain't gonna back in a cell, you rat and you did
Fuck a vest, put a bullet-proof hat on your head
When I'm clapping the lead, I'll murder a nigga
And if he say "he ain't the feds", then I'm serving the nigga
I'm thristy for the change, playing games ain't a issue now
A bitch would give you AIDS nowadays if she kiss you now
I got that coke and that haze on my grillizy now
We going to war, you gonna need more than a pistol now
They throwing missles round, you still trying to get a nine
Uh, its the last days, end of time
The terrorists jacking planes, sending bombs to the Pentegon
They off the hook like intercoms, we just had a bad wintertime
So you know they gonna start to rob
And steal for a mil when its dinnertime
YOu still spending time focusing on dumb shit
On the block smoking, but you broken on some bumshit
What the hell, you might as well put a suit and tie on
Jump into a casket and get your die on

2003:

[Lloyd Banks]
I done lost my bigger nigga, and I didn't cry
To young to understand, the consequences of a man
Livin' a lie, I gotta get that money
I'll be damned if I'm bummy
Gotta watch my back around these niggas, cause they funny  
20 years, of watching my mama's tears
Got my heated, heavily weeded
Smoking that bong, cause I need it
These niggas don't want me ballin', they want me buried
Balled in the dirt, from shots flurried
Layin' with bugs under my shirt
I got plans to hop up in that Hummer
'Cause I'm a stunner, I sit back and wonder
When them angels, gonna call my number
Under my chest is a heart of a lion
I ain't lying, bounty hunters got me flyin'
With my iron, high as a giant
I'm runnin' from nothin', my stomach is touchin', what I'm clutchin'
To give you more than a concussion, end of discussion
My blood is colder, so I'm bolder
Hennessey and soda, hood on my shoulder
Look in the mirror, I see a soldier

The Watcher:
Em's verse on patiently waiting is  :o

PLANT:
I liked this verse:

"Click click bu ya! Dub kicked the frame in (uh huh)
Nigga let the games begin, as I standin'
Tossed the tall can on a campus off the limital
scanners takin' penitentiary chances
Sick wit it, off the ric wit it
Blue beenie knitted; freshly acquitted
Grind-grimey, the big body and the big body
Wit lyrics and ‘draulics hotter than the Majave
Sellin', brubble bellin', career felon
Escalade 3-braid beer wearin'
Fuck it, I thug for free and thug to eat
Niggas call me "Home of Cake" cause I love the cheese
Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, if ya follow me
Let me see ya put them hands up like a robbery
I solemnly swear to stay down and slang the seed
I spit in the name of the streets"

WC

I like this verse from last year.

"Hippy to the hop, like a digi-log frog
Throw me the cat and I'll throw you the dog [bark]
Simple as a dimple ain't it?
A hole in your cheek, let's hit the town so we can paint it,
Red -- or maybe baby blue for two
As sure as you are my lover, that is my favorite color
and we get down - off to my castle we drown
In each others love we puddle, huddle - break, fourth down, and inches
(Ahh!) We all some players don't ride no benches (Ahh!)
Elegant princes come to your senses (Ahh!)
I noticed that your one of a kind
That's makes you kind of the one
I'm, sharing my spaghetti with --
The Lady and The Tramp, the mystery the myth
Not into runnin frames, but I got a thang for ya
Swoosh! I will do ya, surely I adore ya"

Andre 3000

platinumk777:

--- Quote from: Prophet on June 03, 2003, 05:47:56 PM ---2002:
I'm so sick you can tell by the expression on my face
That I'll get in that ass like preparation H

--- End quote ---

LMAO

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