If this threads been done b4 sorry.Anyways I'll start

A lime to a lemon, my D.C. women
Bringin in ten G minimums to condos with elevators in 'em
Vehicles with televisions in 'em
Watch they entourage turn yours to just mirages
Disappearing acts, strictly nines and macs
Killers be serial, Copperfield material
My dreams is vivid, work hard to live it
Any place I visit, I got land there
How can players stand there and say I sound like them
HELLO?!
Push wigs back and push six Coupes that's yellow
Plus clips that expand from hand to elbow
Spray up your Day's Inn, any 'telle you in
Crack braggin sick of braggin how my mink be draggin
Desert ease street sweeper inside the beamer wagon
I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die
Put that on my diamond bezel, you're messin with the devil
WHAT!!

in before Juicy

When I die, **** it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of ****, it ain't hard to ****in' 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 ****
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
**** that ****, 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 ****in' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my ****in' 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 *****, not you)
I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bull****
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull ****
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless ****in' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my ****in' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is ****in' callin' me
But naw you wouldn't understand (*****, 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 ***** Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of *****s lyin', I'm sick of *****es hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
(BANG)

I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
When I release, you loose teeth like Little Cease
***** please
Blood floods your dungarees
And that's just a half of my warpath
Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
than the average player hater, and spectators
Buy my CD twice
They see me in the streets they be like you he nice
But that's on the low doe'
be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes
Short-change *****s
snort-cane *****s
extortion came quicker
Bought the Range' *****
You still tickle me
I used to be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me
Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be
The games sour like like a pickle be
You all know the rules
Move from BK to New Jerus
Thinking 'bout, all the planes we flew
*****es, we ran through
Now the years new
I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take two
Mother****ers mad 'cause I blew, *****s envious
Too many *****s on my dick, ****'s strenuous
When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina
Slugs missed you
I ain't mad at you (we ain't mad at you)
Blood rushing, concussions, ain't nothing
Catch cases, come out fronting
Smoking something
Sipping White Russians, ***** in the Benz bumping
I laced it wit the basic
6 TV's, a system, knocking Mase ****, face it
We hard to hit
Guard your ****, for I stick you, for your re-up
Wipe the "P"
Mix shots, "work your seat up"
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up
LONG KISS




His rap game was tooooooooooooooooooo hard.

Welcome to my center
Honies feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor, but I got this rap **** sewed
And when my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed another video
Ready to die, why I act that way?
Pop Duke left Mom Duke
The ****** took the back way
So instead of makin hoes suck my dick up
I used to do stick-up
Cause hoes is irritatin like the hic-CUPS
Excuse me, flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches
Cliffs to avalanches
It's the praying mantis
Deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A mother****in rap phenomenon, plus

(I got more glocks and techs than you)
I make it hot (***** won't even stand next to you)
***** touch me you better bust me
tree times in the head
Or mother****er's dead, ya thought so

Hard to just pick one

When it comes to sex, I'm similar to the thriller in Manila
Honeys call me Bigga the condom filler
Whether it's stiff tongue or stiff dick
Biggie squeeze it to make **** fit, now check this ****
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the ep along by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you with the dick, make your kidneys shift
Here we go, here we go, but I'm not Domino
I got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
So recognize the dick size in these Karl Kani jeans
I'm in thirteens, know what I mean
I **** around and hit you with the Hennessey dick
Mess around and go blind, don't get to see ****
The next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn't matter
Skinny or fat or light-skinned or black, baby I drop
These boricua mommies screamin "Aiy papi!"
I love it when they call me Big Poppa
I only smoke blunts if they roll propa
Look, I gotcha caught up in the drunk flow
**** tae kwon do, I tote da fo'-fo'
For *****z gettin mad cause they ***** chose me
A big black mother****er with g ya see
All I do is separate the game from the truth
Big bang boots from the Bronx to Bolivia
Gettin Physical like Olivia Newt
Tricks suck my clique dick all day with no trivia
So gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed
I'm guaranteed to **** her till her nose bleed
Even if your new man's a certified mack
You'll get that H-town in ya, you'll want that old thing back