West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: M Dogg™ on September 29, 2002, 11:06:15 AM
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Before I kill this shit with Slaughter House... a quick responds...
One love, one love, one thug
One nation, twenty-one gun salute
I'm hopin my true muthaphukkaz know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigue, black jeans and boots
Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops
This little bitch named Maxi thinks he live like me
Talkin bout he left the hospital getting shot up like a G
You living fantasies, bitch I reject your deposit
We shook Mack's punk ass, now we out of the closet
Logic wonder why homies blowed him out
Next time grown folks talk, kid close your mouth
Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch bitters beat me
Maxi lets be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said us about being a Tongan thug
You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what's going on
Payback, I knew these bitches from way back
Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn't play that
All you old rappers trying to advance
It's all over now, take it like a man (Look at AlerG)
Wacked asses lookin like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryin to player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick
Let it be known I'm how you made me
Lovin how I got you bitches crazy
Against all odds
Hopin my thug muthaphukkaz know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke, against all odds
Hopin my true muthaphukkaz know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a English accent
Little wannabe who could beat me for the Middleweight Champion (What's his name???)
Listen while I take you back (MAN SAY HIS NAME!) and lace this rap
A real live tale about a snitch named Non-Logic
Knew he was workin for the Mack, bitting crimes, different trials
Man, picture what he said, and did I mention
Promised a payback, so his a henchman, in due time
I know you all you bitters is listenin, The World Is Mine
Set me up, wet me up, try to stuck me up
Heard the guns bust but you tricks never shut me up
Touch one of mine on everything I own
I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game
All out warfare, eye for eye
Last words to a snitch, "WHY YOU LIE?!?"
Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front
Here we come, gunshots to Logic, now you stuck
Fuck the rap game, this is the Elite
So believe me we enemies, I go against all odds
I'm hopin my true muthaphukkaz know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
I'm hopin my true muthaphukkaz know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds
Grew-Some gettin robbed like a bitch, to hide the fact
he did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we ride him for that
And that homie that was down for me, restin dead
Mack we were homie now you chocked off giving head
Probably you were murdered for the shit that I said
I bring the real, be a legend, breathin or dead
Lord listen to me
God don't like ugly or those that are ghostwritten
Hey Mack, that's why your good shit was all bitten
Then Maxi heard my melody, read about my life in the papers
All my run-ins with real gangs, felonious capers
Now you wanna live my life, so what's the answer Tongan?
Trick that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies
Load em up against the wall, close his eyes
Since you lie you die, GOODBYE
Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me
What would you do if you was me
Against all odds
I'm hopin my true muthaphukkaz know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
*repeat*
Against all odds
(Twenty-one gun salute)
One love to my true thug homies (Elite! Elite! Elite!)
Twenty-one gun salute to my homies that die in the line of duty
Representin to the fullest bein soldiers with military minds
that play the rules of the game, twenty-one gun salute
I salute you my eses, stay strong
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you
To all you bitch made muthaphukkaz, I'm comin for you
Against all odds, I don't care who the fuck you is, bitch
You touch me I'm at you
I know you muthaphukkaz think that I forgot
Hell no I ain't forgot muthaphukkaz
I just remember what you told me
You said don't go to war unless I got my crew behind me
Aight, I got my crew right here, now I want war
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i think i just got the unofficial answer to my question in takeova!
*Infamous walks outta thread quotin DMX"they want war but they really dont know what they asking for"*
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Veryvery impressive man. Love that, I wish you wud post more shit like that. I post rhymes all the time but never get replys on if they where good or not, but that rhyme deserves a reply. Hot as fuck man. bez
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Veryvery impressive man. Love that, I wish you wud post more shit like that. I post rhymes all the time but never get replys on if they where good or not, but that rhyme deserves a reply. Hot as fuck man. bez
LOL... nah... give 2Pac the replies. He re-did Jay-Z's Takeover to diss me, so I busted out 2Pac's Against All Odds... LOL... as a quick responds before I kill all those that got beef. Peace
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Nas = M Dogg / Mack / Maxi
Hatian Jack = Logic
Carmen = Pink
Puffy = Grew Sum
The Feds = Mack
etc.
lol
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This was tight. But mainly cuz I love the original anyway, nice piece M Dogg and props to Pac for leadin the way ;)