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[Quoted.Rap]

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~

[Quoted.Rap]

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

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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

[Quoted.Rap]

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

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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

[Quoted.Rap]

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

[Gimme my 5 mics]

I came to lay down explisit thoughts

I thought tough, thiking one tought was enough

To get me out of this sadness madness wishin

4Hapiness, having my longest dreams vanish

I manage to damage my self

My advantage is my health

I frantic about my future wealth

So I slave under tha sun

Till my flesh starts to melt

Tiresome and hunger is all I felt

Must finish the shift

I pick up my paste an' go swift

Thinking of those that hate me

Hatting those who couldn't Relate me

Feeling those that ached me

Thanking the One that made me

Am battling my own kind

own mind

own time

own rhyme

own whats mine

But always run out of time when am in here

..........................its ok

one day I will have the time to do this...

..........................its ok

[Gimme my 5 mics]

High like the Skys-

I fly like these guys-

Got supermans powers - ABREAK'YA'LIGHTS!!

 

......

Giveme~

5mics.

chillin next2

4dikes

Give me more rice-

Extra blue shine for my ice-

Far from anything thats nice-

Dumb, but my role is wise-

Ghetto, got my Rolex on its lowest price-

Clean my M16 everyday more than twice-

Cause I see them reading me wrong rights-

Mujahid with a bad habit,I kill 'em with my eyes-

Deadly as my brothers Vision, I tell no lies-

Boil oliv oil to burn u like Phili Fries-

Love none, hate all like Chilli Spice-

Like Lynx I lose no fights-

ABREAK YA LIGHTS-

Oddz-of-Men all leaking from my pen-

Battling Whites-

Racist, atleast I aint got two faces

I chip any tooth that bites-

U weak an flexible like spandex-

I bet u wear tights-

Giveme~

5mics.

......

[SOMEWHERE.]

Waking up with hunger, living with anger.

Waiting for my number, living with wonder.

Speaking my heart hearing my fear thinking my demond is getting near.

 

Two words cross each other...

Protecting image and face is a passport.

Love hurts, hate is force; so dont bother.

One heard, "toss this in your mother".

One word soo bad tossing, flipping out my temper.

Evil sets in, playing the Reff-

I cool but end up to be the fool-

Thinking I can school, I go Deff-

Hear nothin' see blurry...

Heart beat racing my blood pressure rising-

My eyes in anger, temperature raising-

 

I life my pants from sackin' down-

Tight my belt buckles.

I lift my nucles.

Swing-Swing-Swing till I feel nothing but air.

Swing till I hear, STOP-STOP- this is not fair.

Swing.

Over swong now he pulling a heater

Plans to leave me as for ever resting sleeper

 

I pull mine out, blow his mind out

Get nine loud

Go all out

KILL

MURDER

SPEND A LIFE

4get looking at me the wrong way

See me the wrong way and lose ya life

[PITY ME NOT!!!]

PITTY ME NOT!

FOR I HAVE STEP OUT FROM THE GATES OF HELL.

PITTY ME NOT!

FOR I HAVE A HELL OF A HORRIFYING STORRY TO TELL.

PITTY ME NOT!

FOR I CAME TO BREAK THE JINN'S SPELL.

PITTY ME NOT!

FOR I AM A BELIEVER HOLDING HIS DEADLY HEATER.

PITTY ME NOT!

FOR I CARE LESS FOR YOU IF YOUR FOLLOW AN INFIDEL.

PITTY ME NOT!

FOR I KNOW HOW TO CARRY MY SELF AS A MUMIN...

PITTY ME NOT!

FOR I BEEN FEELING HELL ON EARTH SINCE MY BIRTH.

PITTY ME NOT!

FOR I HAVE BEEN GIVEN THE CHOICE HEAL OR STAY HURT.

PITTY ME NOT!

FOR AM MAKING THIS POEM ON THE SPOT.

PITTY ME NOT!

FOR I FEEL THE HEAT OF THE SUN WHEN IT'S REAL HOT.

PITTY ME NO!