Best Lyrics of all time Thread.

[-jose-]

Got outta my about eightAnd then I called Greg Nice cause it wasn't too lateTo get some skins and come around the blockCause man, my tip is harder than a rockHe said bet, so I letGreg Nice call this girl named AnnazetteAnnazette, the teacher's petYou sure she's gonna come on this setHe said Smooth B don't you fretMy twive is on his way yo, quite as keptThe tall slim, fly kid with dope stepsYep, coming with a box of hatsYo Greg Nice is that girl all thatHe said Smooth B the skins is fatI don't beg cause cause I'm not at begoniaI dress warm so that I won't catch pneumoniaMy rhymes are stronger than ammoniaI'm a diamond, you're a cubic zirconia

Smooth B

[Chief2ndzOnly!]

1994

I'm pretty old lol! I'm three decades and a half.

I stand corrected my good sir. Carry on as I am but one year older than you.

[Bushbaby]

I'm not sure.. if I will see tomorrow
Living in a world of conflicts & sorrow
Bodies lay cold as gunmen strike bold
and wicked people work is taking off like an arrow

Sizzla

[-jose-]

I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno I'm not a puerto rican, but I'm speakin so that you know And understand I got the gift of speech And it's a blessin, So listen to the lesson I preach I talk sense condensed into the form of a poem Full of knowledge from my toes to the top of my dome I'm kinda young--but my tongue speaks maturity I'm not a child, I don't need nothin for security I get paid when my record is played--to put it short I got it made

Special Ed

[-jose-]

Whatcha think all the guns is for?All purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the doorAnd I feed 'em gun powder, so they can devourThe criminals, tryin' to drop my decimals

Damn, people wanna stick me for my creamAnd it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seemIt's the ones that smoke blunts witcha, see your pictureNow they wanna grab the guns and come and getcha

Betcha Biggie won't slipI got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clipSo I can rip through the ligamentsPut the bodies in a bad predicament, where all the foul people went

Touch my cheddar, feel my BerettaBuck what I'ma hit you with you mother****ers betta duckI bring pain, bloodstains on what remainsOf his jacket he had a ** he shoulda packed it

****ed it, extra clips in my pocketSo I can reload and explode on ya ***holeI mess around and get hardcoreC-4 to ya door no beef no more ***

Feel the rough, scandalousThe more w*** smoke I puff, the more dangerousI don't give a damn about you or your weak crewWhat you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you?I'm not runnin', chump, I bust my gun an'Hold on, I hear somebody comin'

Notorious BIG

[[ DUBBZZ ]]

I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno I'm not a puerto rican, but I'm speakin so that you know And understand I got the gift of speech And it's a blessin, So listen to the lesson I preach I talk sense condensed into the form of a poem Full of knowledge from my toes to the top of my dome I'm kinda young--but my tongue speaks maturity I'm not a child, I don't need nothin for security I get paid when my record is played--to put it short I got it made

Special Ed

How many Honda Scooters does Special Ed have?

[T.Horton]

How many Honda Scooters does Special Ed have?

74.



Michael Jackson doing Stevie.

[HughJass]

Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on *****, **** all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner

Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school new school need to learn though
I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
*****z know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
****in with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
*****z mad because I know that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any mother****er whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

B.I.G who shot ya! ****ing briliant

[T.Horton]

Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on *****, **** all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner

Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school new school need to learn though
I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
*****z know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
****in with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
*****z mad because I know that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any mother****er whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

B.I.G who shot ya! ****ing briliant

hot damn. how did i not know that? that's brilliant alright. ****! *****!

[HughJass]

Somebody wake me I'm dreamin, I started as a seed the semen
Swimmin upstream, planted in the womb while screamin
on the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop
From a single drop, this is what they got
Not to disrespect my peoples but my poppa was a loser
Only plan he had for momma was to **** her and abuse her
Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me
Stranded on welfare, another broken family
Now what was I to be, a product of this heated passion
Momma got pregnant, and poppa got a piece of ass
Look how it began, nobody gave a **** about me
Pistol in my hand, this cruel world can do without me
How can I survive? Got me askin white Jesus
will a ***** live or die, cause the Lord can't see us
in the deep dark clouds of the projects, ain't no sunshine
No sunny days and we only play sometimes
When everybody's sleepin
I open my window jump to the streets and get to creepin
I can live or die, hope I get some money 'fore I'm gone
I'm only 19, I'm tryin to hustle on my own
on the spot where everybody and they pops tryin to slang rocks
I'd rather go to college, but this is where the game stops
Don't get it wrong cause it's always on, from dusk to dawn
You can buy rocks glocks or a herringbone
You can ask my man he's a mind reader, keep my nine heater
All the time this is how we grind
Meet up at the cemetary then get smoked out, pass the weed *****
That Hennessey'll keep me keyed *****
Everywhere I go *****z holla at me, "Keep it real G"
And my reply til they kill me
Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did
The tribulations of a ghetto kid, still I rise

2pac and the outlawz still i rise