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Comin up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl

Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world

Daddy ain't around, probably out commitin' felonies

My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check check out +My Melody+"

I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope

For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes

Lana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat

If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope

Tossed and turned in my sleep that night

Woke up the next mornin, niggaz had stole my bike

Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood

I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

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Rakims vers på Jay-Z - The Watcher 2 feat. Dr. Dre, Rakim & Truth hurts

 

I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs

It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends

It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen

Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene

Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket

Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it

take away the added profit, it's catastrophic

I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it

These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully

The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me

Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny

In the place where the number one cause of death is money

You can try copin

I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken

I'm still alive and scopin

Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in

And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher {*echoes*}

 

Første vers på Common - Faithful

 

I was rolling around, in my mind it occurred

What if God was a Her?

Would I treat her the same?

Would I still be runnin' game on Her?

In what type of ways would I want Her?

Would I want her for her mind

Or her heavenly body

Couldn't be out here bogus

With someone so godly

If I was with her would I still be wantin' my ex

The lies, the greed, the weed, the sex

Wouldn't be ashamed to give Her part of my check

Wearing a cross, I mean Her heart on my neck

Her I would reflect

On the streets of the Chi

Ride with her. cause I know for me, she'd die

Though good and bad

Call on her like I'm chirpin Her

Couldn't be jealous

Cause other brothers worship Her

Walk this Earth for Her

Glory I'm grateful to be in Her presence

I try to stay faithful

 

To av mine favorittvers.

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jay-z d'evils

 

Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive

I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot

 

nwa - fuck the police

 

They put up my picture with silence

Cuz my identity by itself causes violence

The E with the criminal behavior

Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor

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Back when cube - was rollin wit lorenzo in a benzo

I was bangin wit a gang of instrumentals

Got the pens and pencils, got down to business; but sometimes

The business end of this shit can turn your friends against you

But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you

I still remember the window of the car that you went through

That’s fucked up, but I’ll never forget the shit we been through

And i’ma do whatever it takes to convince you

Cuz you my nigga doc, and eazy I’m still wit you

Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, and that’s just bein real wit you

You see the truth is

Everybody wanna know how close me and snoop is

And who I’m still cool wit

Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with

Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample*

Spit venom in interviews, speakin on reunions

Move units, then talk shit and we can do this

Until then - I ain’t even speakin your name

Just keep my name outta yo’ mouth and we can keep it the same

Nigga, it ain’t that I’m too big to listen to the rumors

It’s just that I’m too damn big to pay attention to ’em

That’s the difference

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I said a hip hop,

Hippie to the hippie,

The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it

To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.

Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,

And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet.

See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,

To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,

The purple and yellow. But first, I gotta

Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie,

Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie,

Let's rock, you don't stop,

Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock.

Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,

And the next on the mic is my man Hank,

C'mon, Hank, sing that song!

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I said a hip hop,

Hippie to the hippie,

The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it

To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,

To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat.

Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,

And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet.

See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello,

To the black, to the white, the red and the brown,

The purple and yellow. But first, I gotta

Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie,

Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie,

Let's rock, you don't stop,

Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock.

Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,

And the next on the mic is my man Hank,

C'mon, Hank, sing that song!

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hvem er det?

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For some reason you motherfuckers think this is

Some kind of motherfuckin game

You ain't gonna realize until I got some fucking

Steel pointed at your faggot-ass face and blow your

Motherfuckin dome off your goddamn shoulders

You motherfuckin critic-ass bitch motherfuckers

Catch you comin out your motherfuckin house

Bleed!

 

 

:love:

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It's some real motherfuckers goin rot tonight

All your jewels and your cash gettin got tonight

Or somebody in the club gettin shot tonight

Sean Price, Jedi Mind keep it hot tonight

 

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I'm on the border of Bolivia, working for pennies

Treated like a slave, the coke fields have to be ready

The spirit of my people is starving, broken and sweaty

Dreaming about revolution (REVOLUTION!) looking at my machete

But the workload is too heavy to rise up in arms

And if I ran away, I know they'd probably murder my moms

So I pray to "Heso Preisto" when I go to the mission

Process the cocaine, paced and play my position

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50 Cent - G'D up

 

 

Aint it amazing, how crazy, the hood dun made me

Feels like my emotions are froze

I stay G'd Up

Its the things that I seen

And the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold

I stay G'd Up,

I'm a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes

I stay G'd Up,

When im hangin' out tha window wit that AK

Fillin ya punk ass wit holes

I stay G'd Up

 

 

 

:D

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50 Cent - G'D up

 

 

Aint it amazing, how crazy, the hood dun made me

Feels like my emotions are froze

I stay G'd Up

Its the things that I seen

And the shit ive been through that made my heart turn cold

I stay G'd Up,

I'm a gangsta ya find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes

I stay G'd Up,

When im hangin' out tha window wit that AK

Fillin ya punk ass wit holes

I stay G'd Up

 

 

 

:D

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1. Det der er et refreng, ikke et vers/en linje.

2. Siden du åpenbart hater hiphop, vær så snill, spar deg for teite poster som denne.

 

On the real:

 

Visualizin the realism of life and actuality

Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary

And my mentality is, money orientated

I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it

cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters

But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners

Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin

Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition

Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us

Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us

Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go

but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough

so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors

me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers

Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high

Cause life's a bitch and then you die

 

AZs vers fra Nas - Life's a bitch

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I make music to make you sick of fake music

Hate music

Like devil worshipping Satan music

So say your prayers, your Hail Mary's, and your Haysuses

Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix

Try to stop it but you can't do it

A whole generation of kids blowing out their fucking brains to this

Kurt Cobain music

Students converted to 'caine users

As soon as they heard it

Went out and murdered and main to it

What's your name...

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