Lil' Wayne, Soulja Boy, or Nas?

If I ruled the world, One love, I gave you power, rewind....... unfair question Smokin

If I ruled the world, One love, I gave you power, rewind....... unfair question Smokin

...yeah but Lil' Wayne spits a line in which he compares a gun to a slut who ****s/shoots everybody.

And Soulja Boy has created his own dance...Yung Joc too.

Soulja Boy. Nas is played out.

Soulja Boy. Nas is played out.

Agreed. Have you seen his sunglasses? Them ****s has his name on them.......that's hot as hell.

The real question is: Who would be better suited for a Nobel Peace Prize in today's world? Hitler, Genghis Khan, or Mother Teresa?

Lil' Wayne, Soulja Boy, or Nas?
Lil Wayne...he's giving it to you on a regular basis

Souja Boy..Song of the year..In five years he will be the all-time favorite for one hit wonder of the world..

Creativity. I gotta go with Nas.

Nas............

Nas. End of question. Forever.

Nas without question


I hope this was a joke...

Lil Wayne...he's giving it to you on a regular basis

Souja Boy..Song of the year..In five years he will be the all-time favorite for one hit wonder of the world..

...yeah but Lil' Wayne spits a line in which he compares a gun to a slut who ****s/shoots everybody.

And Soulja Boy has created his own dance...Yung Joc too.

WHAT A JOKE!!!!

Have you heard I gave you power??? or Rewind???

Soulja Boy & Wayne have NEVER done anything on this level.

and never will!!

Well. Wait a sec.

I did pick Nas.

But...

Creativity as far a musical content - Nas

Creativity as far a delivery and cadence - Lil Wayne

...and creativity as far as club banger and **** you dance to - Soulja Boy

Even though it's still kinda early in his career. We gotta see if he'll be able to do it again on another CD.

So all three guys are creative in their own ways.

I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab and me bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch as *****z scattered, makin me kill
But what I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, *****z place me in shelves
under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow heads

[Chorus]
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that **** that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power
I made you buck wild

Always I'm in some ****, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and **** me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to *****z shock me
I see *****z bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin *****z heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place
where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's hand

[Chorus]

Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear
He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf
His eyes bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm troubled him shakin
Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin
My creation was for blacks to kill blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin *****z memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
****ed me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing *****z is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad *****z screamin, *****z runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn

I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab and me bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch as *****z scattered, makin me kill
But what I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, *****z place me in shelves
under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow heads

[Chorus]
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that **** that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power
I made you buck wild

Always I'm in some ****, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and **** me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to *****z shock me
I see *****z bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin *****z heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place
where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's hand

[Chorus]

Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear
He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf
His eyes bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm troubled him shakin
Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin
My creation was for blacks to kill blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin *****z memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
****ed me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing *****z is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad *****z screamin, *****z runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn






"Don't Get Mad"



[Verse 1]

everybody know i got the kidz yellling dont- get- mad cause the kids like soulja boy tell em
and they parents they can't see it they blind they wonder why they kids talking bout soulja boy all the time (all the time)
they can't understand they ways they wonder why they son and they daughter got the name on they shades (on they shades)
or why they only wear bathing APES or why they sit at they computer watching soulja boy all day if you dont get it it's a movement (a movement)
i aint saying that you stupid you just need improvement (improvement)
they say the records aint selling no more jus cuzz errbody on the internet on download now it's my turn to hit (my turn to hit it)
if you don't get it by the end of the song you won't get (you won't get it)
real talk i spit it (i spit it) i got the kidz on lock and it's jus the beginning, let's go!

[Chorus]

why you mad foe?
(why you mad foe) why you hating foe??
(why you hating foe)?
soulja boy tell em what the street been waiting foe now am sign and it's going down (down)
taking over radio tv everything man (man) i aint gon buy my time foe no body if you bug me for your show
am a crank up your whole party while you listenin to these songz eaze ya mind if you dont get
what am saying press rewind now right now am 16 (sixteen) but when you hear these songz am a be 17
and running things super-man i started that (i started that)
but the biggest mam flotery is jus a lotta cappri cats (a lotta capri cats)
its all good cuz am on deck (am on deck) its so major what i did with a mic in the internet (internet)
new rappers every day world wild no deals jus the fans and the fans they on my side

[Chorus]

am the kidz favorite rapper (yuh) do tha dance never (yuh)
if anyone else can do it i can do it better got the grown folks scratching they head they say wha'z goin on
what so special about soulja boy man whats going on this all i got to say in my rap (in my rap)
when it spread to the grown folks man its a raw if u hating better pop your breaks (pop your break)
dont get madd cuz the kidz fans and they watching my face (we luv u soulja boy) [3X]
soulja boy my favorite rapper, no his my fav. raper, NO MY FAVORITE RAPPER
(yahh)

[Chorus]



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those soulja boy lyrics are off the hook....

'new rappers every day world wild no deals jus the fans and the fans they on my side'

...that's dope ****.