Notorious, the Rap slayer!

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  1. Admir

    Admir Forumium maestatis

    Notorious, the Rap slayer!

    The Rap slayer, motherfuckers say your prayers! :rockband:
     
  2. Admir

    Admir Forumium maestatis

    Re: Notorious, the Rap slayer!

    Cfare rimeeeeee o Zot!


    Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
    Album: Life After Death
    Song: I Got a Story to Tell

    Who y'all talkin to man?
    Uhh
    Check it out, check it out
    This here goes out
    to all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches
    in other niggaz cribs
    thinkin shit is sweet
    Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
    Live niggaz respect it, check it

    I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
    Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya
    Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
    We don't get down like that,
    lay my game down quite flat
    Sweetness, where you parked at?
    Petiteness but that ass fat
    She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fuck witchu
    The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
    Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio
    Yo, the bitch push a double-oh
    with the five in front, probably a connivin stunt
    Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her
    Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?
    Then we all get laced
    Television's, Versacci heaven, when I'm up in em
    The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit
    She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
    Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush
    She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush
    We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous
    I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Utah Jazz
    My 112, CD blast, I was past
    She came twice I came last, roll the grass
    She giggle, say I don't smoke it on homegrown
    Then I heard her moan, honey I'm home
    Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
    I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this
    Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him
    Before this fist put a spark to him
    Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him
    Lose a major part to him, arm, leg
    She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer
    Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
    Before my eyes could blink
    She screams out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"
    He go back downstairs more time to think
    Her brain racin, she's tellin me to stay patient
    She don't know I'm, cool as a fan
    Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
    But I can and I will doe, I probably chill doe
    Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo
    It came to me like a song I wrote
    Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
    Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
    Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
    Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit
    Flash the heat on em, he stood emotionless
    Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash,
    a hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please!"
    Nigga pullin mad G's out the floor
    Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door
    Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell
    Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh...

    Yo man, y'all niggaz ain't gonna believe what the fuck happened to me.
    Remember that bitch I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in
    this bitch playa this bitch fuckin run them ol mink ass niggaz and shit,
    I'm up in the spot though. One of them six-five niggaz, I don't know.
    Anyway I'm up in the motherfuckin spot, so boom I'm up in the pussy,
    whatever whatever. I sparks up some lye, Pop Duke creeps up in on some,
    must have been rained out or something *laughing* because he's in the
    spot. Had me scared, had me scared, I was shook Daddy - but I forget I
    had my Roscoe on me. Always. You know how we do. So anyway the nigga
    comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the bitch all shook she
    sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit. She gettin
    mad nervous, I said fuck that man! I'm the nigga, you know how we do it
    nigga, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin face,
    gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack. Soon this nigga comes up in
    the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass. Looked like
    the nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother! Ahh fuckit
    this nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me
    mad papers, mad papers. (I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch cuz!
    Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain't know that! Hahaha.
    You wouldn't know that shit. Really though.) I threw all that
    motherfuckin money up in the Prater knapsack. Two words, I'm gone!
    (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got
    some lye? *conversation fades out* :rockband: :rockband:
     
  3. ronnie

    ronnie Primus registratum

    Re: Notorious, the Rap slayer!

    GRAB YOUR GLOCKS WHEN YOU SE 2PAC
    CALL THE COPS WHEN YOU SEE 2PAC

    run mothafucka run
    WESTSIDE UP IN YOUR ASS
     
  4. disku

    disku UNI

    Re: Notorious, the Rap slayer!

    nji lajsm o westsider...2pac lindi ne bronx ny....
     
  5. Admir

    Admir Forumium maestatis

    Re: Notorious, the Rap slayer!

    Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
    Album: Life After Death
    Song: Somebody's Gotta Die

    Verse One:

    I'm sittin in the crib dreamin about Leer jets and coupes
    The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
    Oops!
    I'm interrupted by a doorbell
    3:52, who the hell
    Is this?
    I gets up quick
    Cocks my shit
    Stop the dogs from barkin
    Then proceed to walkin
    Its a face that I seen before
    My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor
    Check it
    I look deeper
    I see blood up on his sneakers
    And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
    So I dip
    Nigga, is you creepin or speakin?
    He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the beacon
    I opens up the door, pitiful
    Is he in critical?
    Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
    Cuz I'm a criminal
    Way before the rap shit
    Bust the gat shit
    Puff won't even know what happened,
    If it's done smoothly
    Silencers on the Uzi
    Stash in the hooptie
    My alibi, any cutie
    With a booty that don't fuck the Pop
    Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man C-Rock

    Chorus: repeat 2X

    Somebody's gotta die
    If I got, you gotta go
    Somebody's gotta die
    Let the gunshots blow
    Somebody's gotta die
    Nobody gotta know
    That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid

    Verse Two:

    Fillin clips he explained our situation
    Precisely, so we know exactly what we facin
    Some kid named Jason
    In a highway station, raggin
    Was braggin
    About how much loot and crack he stackin
    Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
    Small crew
    'Round the time I was locked up with you
    True indeed
    But yo nigga let me proceed
    Don't fill them clips too high
    Give them bullets room to breathe
    Damn where was I?
    Yeah
    One night in town
    Blew the fuck up
    D-Rock went home
    And Jay got stuck the fuck up
    Hit 'em twice
    Got 'em right for the virgin white
    Pistol whipped his kids
    And taped up his wife
    He said "Yo Rock, set em up", no question
    Wet em up no less
    Than 50 shots in his direction
    How many shots?
    Man nigga, I seen mad holes
    What kinda gats?
    Hitch links, Cocks, and Calicoles
    But fuck that
    I know where all them niggas rest at
    In the buildin hustlin
    And they don't be strapped
    Supreme in black
    Is downstairs, the engine runnin
    Find a bag to put the guns in
    And c'mon if yo comin

    Chorus

    Verse Three:
    Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
    How its gonna go down
    Lay these niggas low-down
    Slow down
    Fuck all that plannin shit
    Run up in they cribs
    And make em catch the man n shit
    See niggas like you do ten year bids
    Miss the niggas they want
    And murder innocent kids
    Not I
    One niggas in my eye
    That's Jason
    Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
    Revenge I'm tastin at the tip of my lips
    I can't wait to feel my clip in his hips
    Pass the chocolate
    Thai
    Sing ain't lie
    There's Jason with his back to me
    Talkin to his faculty
    I start to get a funny feelins
    Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealin
    Scream his name out
    Squeeze six knuckles shorter
    Nigga turned around holdin his daughter
     
  6. disku

    disku UNI

    Re: Notorious, the Rap slayer!

    screew DEATH ROW records and the muthafucking west coast.......WE BAD BOYZZZZZZZ FOR DA WHOLE FUCKING LIFE.......
     

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