Oddz-of-Men Posted July 17, 2003 Artist: 50 Cent f/ Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo (G-Unit) Album: The New Breed (Bonus Disc) Song: True Loyalty [50 Cent] Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit yeah.. [50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)] There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love (Except loyalty and love, between thugs) For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip (For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kid) For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you (Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash) For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass (For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight 'Cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate) Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (Why?) 'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too...haha I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies How could you not love a Thug like me? [Chorus] Would you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask) Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me) Nigga, you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask) Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me) Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me) [50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)] (Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack I'm the clip, you the gat I'm the glock, you the mac I'm the artist, you the trap I'm a pen, you the pad I'm the Dutch, you the bag I'm the knife, you the stab I'm the driver, you the Jag) I'm the ice, you the bezel I'm grimy, you ghetto I'm the bow, you the arrow I'm the shell, you the barrel I'm a pimp, you a player I'm dope, you the hustler I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler [Chorus] [Tony Yayo] You can catch me in public housing, wit' bundles of D Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox You seen the ice, you know it's top notch And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow When you grind, it's Showtime at the Apollo Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen Well my flow's like a ho that's sixteen I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun *****es But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my nigga If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger I got so many minks, and so many leathers The crib is surrounded by animal protesters I'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm young With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom Here the cops come, task force van Rock so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand You want sixteen bars, in song format Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat...wha Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Oddz-of-Men Posted July 17, 2003 Artist: 50 Cent Album: Power of the Dollar/Guess Who's Back/Get Rich or Die Tryin' * Song: Life's on the Line * unlisted bonus track on the third album Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that's okay Cause I don't like y'all anyway ... And I don't like y'all anyway **** all y'all!! My watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me BLAT! Whattup homie For *****es who don't know me ... They wanna blow me Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me [Verse One] I came into rap humble, I don't give a **** now Serve anybody like niggaz who hustle uptown Coke price go up, cats is come down The D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found The ***** who hustle for me, they dont even stash tracks They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrap your ****in head like a Hindu Look, I ain't goin nowhere, so get used to me OG's look at me and see what they used to be I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to whole bricks Nigga ain't in his right mind, goin against me My picture's painted through words that make a blind man see [Hook] Scream murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder! (**** around and leave you!) Murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!) [Verse Two] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me Make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six I'm not a marksmen while spark issue, I spray random Not a pretty nigga but my moms think I'm handsome I hate to hear "He say, She say" shit Unless he say she say she on my dick It's no coincidence, niggaz who **** wit me get shot up I do a Cali style drive by and tear ya block up You soft through, be puttin up a crazy front I stay wit the Mac, cause niggaz tried to blaze me once In the hood they be like, "Damn, 50 really spitted on 'em" "You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em" Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none You just a small player in this game, play a part son [Hook] [Verse Three] These cats always escape reality when they rhyme That's why they write about bricks and only dealt wit dimes Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car Nascar, truck wit a crash bar, and TV's in the dash, pa See 'em in the five wit stock rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I ain't tryin I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now here's a list of MC's that can kill you in eight bars: 50, umm Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this shit now and never again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends The games you playin, you get killed like that Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that See me when you see me nigga, one (one) [Hook] Y'all niggaz don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon make me catch her on the late night Pop shots wit the fifth and slide off wit the six Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Oddz-of-Men Posted July 17, 2003 Artist: 2Pac Album: Me Against the World Song: If I Die 2Nite A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once [Verse One] They say ***** and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin mother******s '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 *****es is bad-mouth, cause brawlin mother******s 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 [Chorus] If I die tonight (repeat 3X) "Tonight's the night I get in some shit" -> Dr. Dre [Verse Two] Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done Callin the coroner come collect the ****in corpse He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes Jealous niggaz and broke *****es equal packed jails Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force In my brain all I can think about is fame The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight Chorus [Verse Three] ***** and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin mother******s 'fore they get you Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear? Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear I hope they bury me and send me to my rest Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath Take a look picture a crook on his last stand Mother******s don't understand, if I die tonight Chorus Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Oddz-of-Men Posted July 17, 2003 Artist: 2Pac Album: Me Against the World Song: So Many Tears I shall not fear no man but God Though I walk through the valley of death I shed so many tears (if I should die before I wake) Please God walk with me (grab a nigga and take me to Heaven) Back in elementary, I thrived on misery Left me alone I grew up amongst a dyin breed Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest Tell me can you feel me? I'm not livin in the past, you wanna last Be tha first to blast, remember Kato No longer with us he's deceased Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets Now rest in peace Is there heaven for a G? Remember me So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears Ahh, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears.. Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Now that I'm strugglin in this business, by any means Label me greedy gettin green, but seldom seen And **** the world cause I'm cursed, I'm havin visions of leavin here in a hearse, God can you feel me? Take me away from all the pressure, and all the pain Show me some happiness again, I'm goin blind I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin well I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail? My life is in denial, and when I die, baptized in eternal fire I'll shed so many tears Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears.. Lord, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer to embrace an early death, now there's nothin left There was no mercy on the streets, I couldn't rest I'm barely standin, bout to go to pieces, screamin peace And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it I had my mind full of demons tryin to break free They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin the flame inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game No memories, just a misery Paintin a picture of my enemies killin me, in my sleep Will I survive til the mo'nin, to see the sun Please Lord forgive me for my sins, cause here I come... Lord, I suffered through the years (God) and shed so many tears.. God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Lord knows I.. tried, been a witness to homicide Seen drivebys takin lives, little kids die Wonder why as I walk by Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin high This ain't the life for me, I wanna change But ain't no future right for me, I'm stuck in the game I'm trapped inside a maze See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin crazy Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin babies so I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady Don't trust my lady, cause she's a product of this poison I'm hearin noises, think she ****in all my boys, can't take no more I'm fallin to the floor; beggin for the Lord to let me in to Heaven's door -- shed so many tears (Dear God, please let me in) Lord, I've lost so many years, and shed so many tears.. I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Lord, I suffered through the years, and shed so many tears.. God, I lost so many peers, and shed so many tears Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Oddz-of-Men Posted July 17, 2003 Artist: The Firm f/ Dr.Dre Album: The Firm Song: Phone Tap [Nas] Yo this Esco, who this? [AZ] What's the deally? I just touched grounds down in Philly Brought a pound with me, Feds floatin around silly Tryin to find Lynn, ***** supposed to be in the Benz Parked in row ten, her and that slow *** Gwen Should of known she was a ***** that we both could of boned to post it alone, the ass had us both in the zone But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes I know the jewels No time for them thoughts, too much to lose Just tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the ride Where's your joy and pride? You know little Des got your eyes [Nas] In the cut, drop-Z okay, the top's up Left the mall bought Little Amal the toy truck Your boy's what, three years old now, correct? He and my daughter age neck and neck, they futures set Trees got me wet, in the background's an old cassette Fly Stephanie Mills shit What's the deal with, all this shit I'm hearin up top You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop That ain't ya stee', you usually low key with no t I'm only goin off of what some weak ***** told me [AZ] That's some ill shit, hear that ***** go with her click [Nas] Yo Dunn, I'll hit you right back cause the static is thick [spanish speaker -> words unknown] Chorus: Dr. Dre We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue, then you through We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue, we got you [AZ] We just hit the cribbo, I'm curled up on this pillow I'm still low, hold the ill news, these niggaz killed mo' The shit touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie from a while back - same foul cats who tried to bust me Caught 'em sleeppin, in Spanish Harlem with some Puerto Ricans Up in Washington Heights right off the Deacon Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's tapped Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own back [Nas] Keep your eyes open - stay wide, shit is mind blowin Look for any sign showin one-time is knowin about the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more Cats bleed in this cold war Son we took an oath, then this life took us both We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth Now I'm on the car doin, headlights on Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light storm that's formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow? Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other side [Nature] Yo son some other cats tried to ruin our plans Sendin two decoy *****es with pictures of you and your man Askin your whereabouts - I gave 'em no leads For all the nigga know them hoes **** with police [Nas] No shit I'm clickin over, I'ma tell Sos' quick Son - them outta state *****es tryin to get us both hit That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my *** 's stomach Said it's no hundred, we FBI's most wanted So play the low, change your clothes, pack your bags Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast Chorus [AZ] Yo it's all good I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, word [Nas] Stay on point - don't even use the phone just come to my crib yo, word up [AZ] Out Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Oddz-of-Men Posted July 17, 2003 Artist: Mase f/ Harlem World, Mysonne, Shyne, Album: Double Up Song: From Scratch [Mase] Yo, just think if you could rewind time And start your life all over again What would you give and what would you keep? You heard me, what would you keep? [Loon] Yo, yo, if I could go back, I wouldn'ta sold no crack Wouldn'ta never put my hands around no gat But you know Loon, bein' all hard-headed And don't listen, even if God said it I didn't have to stick with folks that sniff no coke I didn't have to fix the block when shit was broke Same cats I helped was twistin' smoke Now imagine if I went to school, went to class 'Stead of bein' a young cat sent to blast Sent to slash criminal's necks in half For playin' dumb when I come to collect my cash And cuz of that cats will respect my past, I ain't playin' [shyne] If I start from scratch I'd sign with Def Jam Nah, **** am I saying? Puff's the best man Plus I'mma Bad Boy, I'm more like a bad man Put mo' nigga's in pits than Brad, man Can't dodge bullets? Too bad, man Shit, I'd a copped the five instead of the six That way wouldn't of crashed and killed my cousin Keep quiet instead of having the industry buzzin' Do a devil's advocate style, don't let 'em see you comin' Use the revolver when bustin' and sluggin' That way no evidence But **** it, got money to be tried, worse come to worse Who God bless, no man curse, hatin' niggas, lay in the dirt [Mase & Meeno] Yo, if you could start your life from scratch (What? What?) Rewind time and still go back (It's time to eat) What would you change in the way that you live today And what would you leave right where it's at? If you could start your life from scratch (What? What?) Rewind time and still go back (About to kill it) What would you change in the way that you live today And what would you leave right where it's at? Come on, come on [Meeno] Yo, if I could start life from scratch, I wouldn't change shit Same gun, same clip, same dumb ***** All Out, Harlem World, same old clique Same old studio, same old shit Shit don't change just because a cop took six to the brain Meeno got a lawyer, man I'm hip to the game You could find a gun, but if my prints ain't on that thing What is you sayin'? And on the same block that I get my glocks from You see the same cop that get popped with the shot gun (Mysonne: Mysonne) And at the same bodega I got my tops from (Mysonne: Mysonne) I give the same old money to the same cop's bum [Mysonne] If I could start from scratch, I'd bring daddy back And put five in the first cat that show mami crack I sit back and listen to them drunks on the block Tryin' to school me with jewels, tellin' me who to watch I killed five people, I'd let survive And the five I took away, I'd a left alive If I could do all it again I'd bring Virg' back Or I switch places with him, I hope you heard that I would have prefered that, I ain't have to starve Pitch crack, have to rob and catch a charge And I'd do it all again if I had to Pitch no-win to win, and I'd be glad to And I'd hit every target I took aim at But I'd still be a problem, you can't change that I'm a problem [Mase] Yo, if you could start your life from scratch (Uh) Rewind time and still go back (All Out) What would you change in the way that you live today And what would you leave right where it's at? (And Double Up) If you could start your life from scratch (Bad Boy, Bad Boy) Rewind time and still go back (Yo, I really don't know what's goin' on) What would you change in the way that you live today (I'm tellin' ya, I really don't know what's goin' on) And what would you leave right where it's at? Come on, come on [Mase] Yo, cuz half the cats that flip, we all was cool And half the chicks I hit, they teased me in school I got a baby by a lady I don't even love alot Wish I wore three rubbers 'case the first rubber popped But you can't cry now, milk already spilt I had eleven friends and ten already killed Went down south and I ain't feel the guilt And I ain't ready to war but that ain't the way built And for all the nights and all the fights That I had for all this money over all these dice All my cars and homes and all my ice If I could do it all again, I'd do it all for Christ Whoever thought the limelight or the super-stardom Whoever thought there'd be a problem comin' through Harlem Can't even chill, cats wanna make me a villian Cats that I grew up with I gotta contemplate killin' Nobody love me, I'm my own mister, and on my own, mister Mama did what she could but now I'm grown, mister Though she told me once, wish she'd told me then Though I'm the youngest, I'mma grow to be the oldest man And cats thinkin' they gon' win cuz they veterans Ain't about age at this stage, man with the most cheddar win How you live right? Every day get in bigger sin How you say no at the door screamin' "Let me in"? From the outside it's lookin' gooder than it ever been But tell the truth, when I was broke it was better then All Out, 33rd street [Mase] Yo, if you could start your life from scratch Rewind time and still go back What would you change in the way that you live today And what would you leave right where it's at? If you could start your life from scratch Rewind time and still go back What would you change in the way that you live today And what would you leave right where it's at? Come on, come on ~1~ Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
