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Quote from: Jome on November 23, 2004, 08:40:33 PMCurrent.... lolwhat i was thinking
Current.... lol
_______________________________________________prodigy:Rikers Island flashback of the house you got scuffed it inyou would think you gettin your head shot was enough but thenNow you wanna got at my team, you must of been drunk when you wrote that shittoo bad you had to did it to your own selfmy rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York stateaimin at your faceat the gate, bottom line of top soon as you came throughshot through, don't even know the half of my crewI got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shitclocks tick, your days are numbered in low digitsyou look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitchesget chppoed up, Grade A meat, somethin deliciousand laced back up, 2 G's, one for stitchesthen reconstruct your face and learn how to speak againmy Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricanswit bangers the size of African spearsit's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrorsits terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shityou gotta gat you betta find itand use that shit think fast and get remindedof robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened60 g's and one for gun clappinWho Shot Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an operaNew York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutchwhat makes you think you cant get bucked again________________________________________________prodigy:Swollen bullet wounds, head ass niggasYo,Who's the one to be made into exampleNigga you pop shit wit the wrong guys this timeWhat! (gunshots)My mobb'll get on top ya, topple yaLike a fall guy you fell down clownHeard some four pound sound my '86 style now (gunshot)Ten years later still hold a firm groundNigga P thuglyEnter the ring wit something for anyone who wanna play gunWhat up G?I'll clap you stop in your tracks, how about that?Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rapYou seen strapped, came outside all hype wit gatsGot juiced up, now bishop think he thuggin it black pimpLet's rap a tasteYou get your little head pinched offBrooklyn touched you, then left you for Queens to finish offprodigy ripped that nigga, hows that NOT BEEF?
Quote from: smartass on November 24, 2004, 11:51:07 AM_______________________________________________prodigy:Rikers Island flashback of the house you got scuffed it inyou would think you gettin your head shot was enough but thenNow you wanna got at my team, you must of been drunk when you wrote that shittoo bad you had to did it to your own selfmy rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York stateaimin at your faceat the gate, bottom line of top soon as you came throughshot through, don't even know the half of my crewI got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shitclocks tick, your days are numbered in low digitsyou look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitchesget chppoed up, Grade A meat, somethin deliciousand laced back up, 2 G's, one for stitchesthen reconstruct your face and learn how to speak againmy Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricanswit bangers the size of African spearsit's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrorsits terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shityou gotta gat you betta find itand use that shit think fast and get remindedof robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened60 g's and one for gun clappinWho Shot Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an operaNew York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutchwhat makes you think you cant get bucked again________________________________________________prodigy:Swollen bullet wounds, head ass niggasYo,Who's the one to be made into exampleNigga you pop shit wit the wrong guys this timeWhat! (gunshots)My mobb'll get on top ya, topple yaLike a fall guy you fell down clownHeard some four pound sound my '86 style now (gunshot)Ten years later still hold a firm groundNigga P thuglyEnter the ring wit something for anyone who wanna play gunWhat up G?I'll clap you stop in your tracks, how about that?Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rapYou seen strapped, came outside all hype wit gatsGot juiced up, now bishop think he thuggin it black pimpLet's rap a tasteYou get your little head pinched offBrooklyn touched you, then left you for Queens to finish offprodigy ripped that nigga, hows that NOT BEEF?I hope this isn't your idea of good lyrics. This is my idea of good lyrics;___________________________________________________________________The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last nightAnd the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state lineBarefoot girl sitting on the hood of a DodgeDrinking warm beer in the soft summer rainThe Rat pulls into town rolls up his pantsTogether they take a stab at romance and disappear down Flamingo LaneWell the Maximum Lawman run down Flamingo chasing the Rat and the barefoot girlAnd the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding handsFrom the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the worldAs we take our stand down in JunglelandThe midnight gang's assembled and picked a rendezvous for the nightThey'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign that brings this fair city lightMan there's an opera out on the TurnpikeThere's a ballet being fought out in the alleyUntil the local cops, Cherry Tops, rips this holy nightThe street's alive as secret debts are paidContacts made, they vanished unseenKids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machineThe hungry and the hunted explode into rock'n'roll bandsThat face off against each other out in the street down in JunglelandIn the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rageInside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the D.J. playsLonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark cornersDesperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they're goneBeneath the city two hearts beatSoul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom lockedIn whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptownThe Rat's own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the nightNo one watches when the ambulance pulls awayOr as the girl shuts out the bedroom lightOutside the street's on fire in a real death waltzBetween flesh and what's fantasy and the poets down hereDon't write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all beAnd in the quick of the night they reach for their momentAnd try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even deadTonight in Jungleland______________________________________________________________________________Now that's beautiful.
LOL @ there being no beef between 2pac and mobb2pac:Oh yah Mobb Deep (uhh)You wanna f**k with usYou Little young a*s mutha-f**kasDon't one of you ni**as got sickle-cell or somethingYou f**king with me, ni**a ?You f**k around and catch a seizure or a heart-attackYou better back the f**k upBefore you get smacked the f**k up_________________________________________fatal:Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin at ProdigyMobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till deathAnd I suppose you got the dopest moves like Chucky on fresh__________________________________________________2pac:I murder you then I, run a train on Mobb Deep! Don't f**k withmeNigga you're barely livin, don't you got sickle cell?See me have a seizure on stage, you ain't feelin well, hellHow many niggaz wanna be involved?See I was only talkin to Biggie, but I'll kill allay'all__________________________________________________2pac:I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too Lookin out for Mobb Deep, nigga when I find youWeak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe___________________________________________________havoc:you casper, you yell my namethats only givin me propsplus the fans that you got, wonderin whats got you hotits too not, knocked out the box and got rockedgot raped on the Island, you officially gotkick that thug shit, Vibe magazine on some love shit(keep it real kid, you don't know who you fuckin wit)_______________________________________________prodigy:Rikers Island flashback of the house you got scuffed it inyou would think you gettin your head shot was enough but thenNow you wanna got at my team, you must of been drunk when you wrote that shittoo bad you had to did it to your own selfmy rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York stateaimin at your faceat the gate, bottom line of top soon as you came throughshot through, don't even know the half of my crewI got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the shitclocks tick, your days are numbered in low digitsyou look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitchesget chppoed up, Grade A meat, somethin deliciousand laced back up, 2 G's, one for stitchesthen reconstruct your face and learn how to speak againmy Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricanswit bangers the size of African spearsit's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of horrorsits terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind shityou gotta gat you betta find itand use that shit think fast and get remindedof robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened60 g's and one for gun clappinWho Shot Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an operaNew York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutchwhat makes you think you cant get bucked again________________________________________________prodigy:Swollen bullet wounds, head ass niggasYo,Who's the one to be made into exampleNigga you pop shit wit the wrong guys this timeWhat! (gunshots)My mobb'll get on top ya, topple yaLike a fall guy you fell down clownHeard some four pound sound my '86 style now (gunshot)Ten years later still hold a firm groundNigga P thuglyEnter the ring wit something for anyone who wanna play gunWhat up G?I'll clap you stop in your tracks, how about that?Now analyze these cats wit live nigga rapYou seen strapped, came outside all hype wit gatsGot juiced up, now bishop think he thuggin it black pimpLet's rap a tasteYou get your little head pinched offBrooklyn touched you, then left you for Queens to finish offprodigy ripped that nigga, hows that NOT BEEF?
I'll release Drop A Gem On Em in 1997, a year after 'Pac's death. Fuck that.
clearing some shit up....Bad Boy and Dipset....Dipset disses Mase for being a Christian, Knowing Mase he's not gonna fight back so Puffy gets on a track and indirectly disses them. Knowing Dipset they put on their pink shirts got on their pink escalades drove to the studio and made tracks dissing Bad Boy INDIRECTLY. Some of you are right with the non beef thing...Yes its weak cuz puff has no protection and Camron is a faggot. But if u think about it. Puff and Cam dont get along, Puff is friends with many East Coast rappers, he's respected on the East and when an East Coast Labels shoots lyrics at u it technically is a beef.