The Notorious B.I.G. Kick In The Door

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Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns

As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons

Get in that ass, quick fast, like Ramadan

Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, fuck Poppa

You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White

intake light tokes, tote iron

Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin

Keep extra clips for extra shit

Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap

The most shady, "Tell em!", Frankie baby

Ain't no tellin where I may be

May see me in D.C. at Howard Homecomin

with my man Capone, dumbin, fuckin somethin

You should know my steelo

Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show

to orgies with hoes I never seen befo'

so, Jesus, get off the Notorious

penis, before I squeeze and bust

If the beef between us, we can settle it

With the chrome and metal shit

I make it hot, like a kettle get

You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya

You still pedal shit, I got more rides than Great Adventure

BIGGIE!!!!!!





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Big Boi Black Ice

Now who done stepped in?

The nigga the B-I-G the secret weapon Boi

Slicker that Black Ice, throwin these flows like rice at weddings

So quit flexing, we speakin about

somethin that's refreshin to the earlobes

Pay for the room and still be in pimp mode

Like icebergs, Chryslers and Buicks

Some niggaz ain't on they jobs so them suckers here to lose it

Abuse they priveldges and now the whole village is, been shot to pieces

Cause niggaz are bitin that same stupid shit I mean that feces

Boy don't beep me, if you ain't got no work

I'm strictly bout these verses like the ones you hear at church boy

search boy, talkin about your dough and punk like lurch boy

Every time I heard you rhymin like a fucking jerk boy; simp, yeah!



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T.I. Swagga Like Us

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You go see Weezy for the wordplay,

Jeezy for the birdplay,

Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy,

All my verses picture perfect and they meant to serve a purpose,

You ain't living what you kicking and you worthless,

Looking from the surface it may seem that I got reason to be nervous

Then observe my work and see that my adversity was worth it,

Verses autobiographical, absolutely classical,

Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do,

Ain't nobody hot as me...

Even if they rap they ass off blast, off and have outstanding qualities,

Sell alotta records I respect and salute that,

But spitting real life on hot beats...

I'm the truth at, you kick it like me no exaggeration necessary,

Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary,

Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad

Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag


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AZ Rather Unique

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My verbals rip shit

Brains give birth to thoughts in triplets

Fuck it I'm on some flip shit

Ready to let my clip spit, dramatical

Vocals release shells like automatics

Do music's magical causing any battle to be tragical

I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia

Slaughter your circulatory like luqemia

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

I'm vicious, mad malicious

Cause it's real on this road to riches

I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it

Weak and wicked camoflauged as killers

How they speak and kick it

Peep this uniqueness

Nonbelievers I'm leaving speechless

Left to chokers and skunk smoke

Was coming through the speakers

Surgically nice with any verbal device

Trife, breathing life into mics

My insight's beyond the twilight

So die, fight, no surrender, no retreat

Techniques speak

I'm rather unique


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LL Cool J Where I Belong

What's Beef?



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As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad

I'm getting head from his new piece While 20 gang-bangers applaud,

you came up with that bullshit Some heads sucked it up,

then you dropped that garbage album And Totally fucked it up,

I coulda told ya I knew your moms From the after-hours spot,

when I used to be up in Canada With the dreads on a black block,

before you dick rode Lost Boyz For a ticket our to Jersey,

but being the man I am I tried to show ya mercy,

I coulda told the World The way ya label hates your guts

And how me and Wyclef, got together to set you up

And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me look it up

Ya A&R promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up

I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career

A one-hit wonder, huh No Wonder you disappeared,

I coulda told the world You get your lyrics from the internet

Then spit 'em word for word Like you really a rap vet,

How you take metaphors from books And put 'em in your rhymes,

and how you really from Canada And you been frontin' all this time

I heard your second album, that shit is garbage too

LL Cool J and I did this to you

On that note he said

"Yo L, you the man", I said peace, one love

And Drove off in the Lex Land


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2 Pac Shakur If I Die 2Nite

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They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols

Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you

Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas

Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's

My enemies scatter in suicidal situations

Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin

Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches

Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches

Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold

But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed

I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me

Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me

Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me

I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps

I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock

Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight.

Classic

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Inspectah Deck Triumph

I bomb atomically,
Socrates' philosophies and hypothesis
can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries,
lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery,
possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits tremendous,
ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block


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Pharoahe Monch Oh No

Very contagious raps should be trapped in cages
Through stages of wackness, Pharoahe's raps are blazin
And it amazes - me how you claim thug
but go two-ways without SkyTel pagers
I'm intellectual, pass more essays/ese's
than motorcade police parades through East L.A.
More beef then deli's, thus what I vent is just
What you lust to vent is irrele'
Huh, hallelujah, Pharoahe Monch'll do ya
Maintain the same frame of mind - screw ya!
Get the picture, sit ya, seat ya, preacher with scriptures
I'm equipped to rip ya, reach ya
Pharoahe and Mos is verbal osmosis
Coast to coast, we boast to be the most explosive here
Ferocious, the lyrical prognosis
The dosage is leavin you mentally unfocused here
MC's just - come on 'round
You're the next contestants on "Catch-A-Beat-Down"
Don't be hesitant, sound cracks the sediment
It's evident we medicine for your whole town
Sky's the limit, game's infinite when I'm in it
All windows is tinted, how you seein me when I'm in it?
Rap, we got it on lock man, stop that
Put that mic back down, boy, drop that
Pharoahe's flows blows shows like afros
We hate y'all though, that's why Nate Dogg goes:


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Kanye West Livin' A Movie

They call me Edward Scissorhands cuz i'm tryin to cut

She claim she got cramps, im gone get you to suck

And you not gon use ya teeth ya hear?

You gon find out What Lies Beneath right here

The Preachers Wife dont give head? Get a divorce man

The kids been callin you the headless horseman

Like Sleepy Hollow see she swallow

Suck like ol girl got booed at Apollo

13 Ghost use my Hollow Mans for Friday 13th

You be Ghost, Backdraft from the toast

Niggaz who drop names is, oh so shameless

Get a chain thats stainless, they Almost Famous

My bling got em callin me, Lord Of The Rings

The Shining make it hard for her to Do The Right Thing

But I Dont Say Word, I'll never tell

Until you get a Kanye beat, you'll never sell




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Redman Tear It Off

Try to O.K. Corral with Doc and Meth Tical

Bar saloon fight, without weapons out (YEE-HAH!!)

Strech marks, like belly on Kevin Lyles

One yard to score, only second down

Hoes play wifey, wanna settle down

Tryin to lock cash, bitch better bounce

Boyfriend jump in, Meth shut him down

Pound to echo loud, bout seven miles

Doc, Dirty Jersey hunt em down

Uncut, rhymes won't even fit the file

Baddest man out the bunch, pick him out

Drunk with a gun, miss you hit the crowd

Snitches, someone kiss to stitch your mouth

Wilder then winos on liquor droughts

Mrs. Howell, Mary-Ann, dig em out

Ginger watch, with the gun in Skipper mouth

Love Da Ruckus, and love to dish it out

Pre-washed MC's, start rinsin out

Get your whole camp put on the missin file

Pushin twelve out, bumpin digital



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Cee-Lo In Da Wind

Yo, why is this cat harmonizing on all his joints these days? Cee-lo was the sickest member of Goodie Mob, and had one of the most ridiculous, animated flows ever. I'm saying, he blew the spot on many his features, but this flow made me forget that Big Boi rhymed on this record. That is NOT an easy task. Hell, I forgot that it was Trick Daddy's song for a minute. Word to Gnarls Barkley, they say he's crazy, I say he's sick.


Hardcore with the con-con, Valor to the floor

He Lo the impure, with the loaded four-four

Be sure and acquire more 'fore ya fuck with mine

Disrespect; I'll disconnect ya line

With a sick squad, when shit's hot, ya get shot

The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not

Ya stoppin the grace, get out my space and my - face

Fore me and my ace-a lay down the whole place

Recognize, this is the verbalize

Surprise, fuckin with me wrong way to wise nigga

Hoes, clothes, shows, Vogues, golds

Big ol' bankrolls, that's all a nigga know

Throw yo' elbows, I'm sicker than I suppose

Hoes unchose, cuz my jewelry froze

You know how it goes, these young niggaz don't want it like this

Go off and get yo' gat, to silence the chit-chat, blast!

So pass, outlast, bout cash

Mo' sicky, talk tricky to the trick like trash

Lo realer, a go-rilla, flow for mo' scrilla

Come clean, lookin mean, but you ain't no killa!


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Xzibit Grindin' (JD Diss)

What's BEEF?

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If ya So So Def than bitch get a hearing aid
Ain't worth ya gauge ya heart pumping lemonade
Hook, line and sinker ya took the bait
Act ya age, not ya size, not ya weight
Every time you professional making hits
Why it always gotta sound like the next men shit?
Went from Big to Puff to Snoop to Jay
Hey Jermaine who's dick you gon' ride today?
Couldn't wait to get the green light from Dr. Dre
Never liked ya fuckin' ass any goddamn way
And I could care less if we label mates
Your style been dead Columbia should drop the weight
I got love for Da Brat get off Bow Wow back
Fuck you, fuck ya niggas that's writing ya raps
What up lo get ya L.A. pass revoked
Don't get me wrong Papa Smurf you won't get smoked
But ya might get robbed and choked
Or you might disappear, kidnapped with no ransom note
Off the leash, off the hook, off the chain
Fuck Jermaine you ain't gotta say my name
Speak now or forever hold a dick in ya mouth
You ain't the mayor, you don't run shit in the South
Scarface run the South motherfucker you a peon
The underage bitch in the Kelly tape getting pee'd on
Cock-eyed midget with a Napoleon complex
Nickelodeon fetish you represent nonsense
Harlem Shake to that, high jump to hell
You the best in the business, I can't tell
Too late to apologize kiss my ass
We about to cut your whole sound scan in half
Got to keep your hands up homie protect yo'self
Stop fucking with the West nigga respect yo'self
It's a short ride to the top and a long way down
Look Man vs. Machine about to drop now
This ain't no beef it's more like lunch meat
Loss caliber heat let's take it to the street muh'fucker

IllStyle

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C-Bo Tradin War Stories

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I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale

Stackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12

Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger

No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane

Call me Bo or Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine

I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga and dumpin the hot ones in your brain

Mo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball

We bucks that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)

Never been no son of a man

Cause we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground

ain't nuttin but the hog in me

Bust off his dildo, killin up hoes and keep mobbin G

It ain't no callin the funk off Bo blowin down punks to it's sawed off

Snatch they dirty-ass drawers off

and had them bitch niggaz hauled off

We tradin war stories

Lil Kim Quiet Storm Remix

Hot-damn-ho here we go again,

light as a rock bitch(UH)

hard as a cock bitch(UH),

this shit knock for blocks
through hard tops in the parkin lot,

where my nigga rock like to spark a lot,

my brook-lon style speak for itself,

like a wrestler another notch under my belt,

the embezzeler,
chrome tresurer,

the u-n-o competitor,
im ten steps ahead of ya,

im a leader, yall on some followin shit,

commin this game on some modellin shit,

bitches suck cock just to get to the top,

I put a 100% in every line I drop,

its the Q to the B with the M-o-b-b,
Queens Bridge, Brooklyn and we D double e-p, wha,

yall wish you had the life i live, a yo prodigy, tell them what this is dunn,

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Jay Electronica- Hard to Get

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Da Brat Not Tonight Remix

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Y'all see, how these bogus niggaz try not to notice the dopest bitches

Approachin with good intentions but focusin on they riches

If it's, too hot then get the fuck up out the kitchen

Niggaz dicks, stay lifted when they thinkin of me

Cause the rhythm I kick, puzzle them like arithe-ma-tic

Fillin em with, slugs off the nine milli luger clips

Bitches bust, we just, keep kickin up dust

And you can spread rumors shit is makin me sicker than head tumors

Humor me, by huggin me sayin you lovin me

Playa phony niggaz be buggin,

I can tell cause the thug in me wanna sell drugs and push Ki's

Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's

Smoke weed from overseas pimped out styled Rol-e's

Fuck the police keep my wallet obese

Who the, Windy City woman still comin and gunnin Straight from the Chi

Tonight's the night for all the ladies, let's get high!

Jay Z Can I Get Open

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Well, cause Can I? is never a question of how but

When I rip it, will I quit it, forget it

Still I'm always on point whenever I hit it

Biting's forbidden, don't do what ya gonna..., too late ya'll did it

I'm shredding the track, I'm burning you back-back, like Backdraft

Brotha's who running the crack down I stutter, that-that niggas fast

I pick up the pieces, I straigten it out like Pete Rock

Or C is, or creases, it's your choice, Jesus--Christ

I'm nice like that, you freakin gay right

I flow like water, so put your finger in a dyke

I slam, I got original flavor, pick up the jam

I killed Chico, and now it's just me- The Man

Go get your gun I go all out with a can

Brothers is having a hard time with who I am

J kicken it, A rippin it, way past Y

I'm so crraazzyy, AAAAHHHH


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Method Man Supa Ninjaz

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Hmm, eye spy, with my crooked eye

Four metal street soldiers, born to die

Put em up yeah fuck yeah,

When it's Hammertime niggaz can't be touched here,

The true and livin Night vision unseen,

Like Jean when I Hack-men The Unforgiven,

Left in prison in the Wu-Tang dirty dungeon,

Now you succumbin to my twelve part dirty dozens,

Flabbergasted by tracks that be Tru Mastered,

Opposites attract beef plus they ass backwards,

Stick yourself til I'm felt,

This ass whoopin, is bein dealt

Like hot peas and butter nigga, I got the belt

What the deal huh? Swing low, sweet chariot

I walk the Underground Railroad, with Harriett

Just a slave to the rhythm - victims

I'm like alien About to put that shit up in em,

I Can't Live Without My Radio, a 100 Miles and Runnin

T2 Judgment comin,

Nobody's safe when I reminisce about Case,

Still hit the staircase when the coppers give chase,

I give em finger The only hip-hop singer,

To tell America to kiss his Killer Bee stinger,

Nothin can save ya from this major misbehavior,

Heavy hands layin corners in the elevator,

Guard your grill......

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MJG Lay It Down

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Thirty buster in yard talkin shit bout a bitch


claimin to be that bitch's family but they look like dirty tricks


talkin about why did I meet that hoe, fuck the hoe


charge the hoe, break the hoe, house the hoe, bust her inside her shit and go


Suckers how the fuck you think that MJG was gonna slip


on the only reason you mad cause you sister couldn't pussy whip


a back breakin, check takin, pimp nigga constantly makin


money off your sister and your lady, nigga I ain't tradin


Why don't you niggaz understand I'm the pimp she's the hoe


Now that I told you now you know, break that chain and let her go


Back on the track shake that ass, make my money


Make it fast, get yo head swoll bringin me checks bitch bring me cash


Drop yo panties, to let you start


To open your mouth, slurp and slob


on this dick you, he's the trick you's a bitch, do ya job


when you through, get up and go, get the cheese, hit the door


Catch a cab, back to the lab, bring my motherfuckin money hoe


don't you ever front me with a lame lie about my bank


Oh shit, look out bitch, dump a bitch catch a plane


Yeah hoe now you know, I'm a pimp, and I'ma clown all upside yo head


Yeah bitch, I'ma lay it down

JadaKiss We're Back

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Nahh! Uh, yeah,

AiyyoI got a wet haze, coke, and a p-blow block

But y'all still missin the point like a free throw shot

Get it? This ain't some'n you learn, this is some'n you earn

Turn it up and give me some'n to burn

That boy 'Kiss is a hell of a man

Treat your life like a cell phone, so try to get a helluva plan

Cause most dudes left the hood broke

A couple knew what they was doin, so they came back like good coke

Down South they'll tell you 'Kiss is good folk (that's right)

Up North I hit my niggaz off with good smoke

Out West they ridin with me, now I'm back hard

I'm just worried bout the rats that's in my back yard

Hated by many, confronted by none

I trust two guys, one's God, and one is my gun

Jada is the nice guy, 'Kiss is the monster

D-Block and Double R is my sponsor


Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk

Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk

Cowards don't mean what they say when they talk

Cowards lean a certain kind of way when they walk


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