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The Hip Hop Quotable Game
#1
This one's either gonna take off or flop.... As news is a little on the quiet side, I thought Id start this thread.

Basically, I'll post a few bars from any rapper I want. The person who gets the artist and name of the song right gets the chance to post there chosen bars and so on.

Lets try not go too underground so nobody possibly knows. Ill start off with somet quite easy to get things going.

Don't put niggaz in the same sink as me
I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit
They don't use to ink like me
Niggaz don't even THINK like me
Who sees what I'm watchin, he ain't poppin'
Don't deserve to drink water from the tub that I wash in
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#2
buddens?
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#3
its joe buddens off of dumb out
love that song
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#4
oh ya btw, this is actually pretty cool
keep em comingSmile
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#5
Aiyyo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You look insanely whack with just a fraction of my tracks run
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#6
Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know I don't hang around the house much
This all night money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child
My attitude got me walking solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean
Smoking Ports think my thoughts
Then it's back to coasting
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweating him
I sexed his sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican
His next of kin, No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping
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#7
Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major,
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor,
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone,
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong,
These sorry bastards,
Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see,
And everyday it's just a struggle,
Steady thuggin' on the streets,
And I'll be ballin' loc,
Don't let 'em make you worry,
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried,
I was born to raise hell,
A nigga from the gutta,
Word to mutha I'm tough,
I'm kickin dust up,
Ready to bust,
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#8
(09-06-2009, 06:15 AM)DALJ link Wrote: Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids
So you know I don't hang around the house much
This all night money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain't flashed a smile in a long while
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child
My attitude got me walking solo
Ride out alone in my low-low
Watching the whole world move in slow-mo
For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean
Smoking Ports think my thoughts
Then it's back to coasting
Who can I trust in this cold world
My phony homey had a baby by my own girl
But I ain't trippin I'm a player I ain't sweating him
I sexed his sister, had her mo' good like a Mexican
His next of kin, No remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rapping the only thing I did good was scrapping


pac
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#9
(09-06-2009, 06:17 AM)DALJ link Wrote: Tell me why cause this stress is gettin' major,
A buck-fifty across the face with my razor,
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone,
Keep my brain on the game and stay head strong,
These sorry bastards,
Want to kill me in my sleep but will they can I see,
And everyday it's just a struggle,
Steady thuggin' on the streets,
And I'll be ballin' loc,
Don't let 'em make you worry,
Keep swingin' at these suckas till you buried,
I was born to raise hell,
A nigga from the gutta,
Word to mutha I'm tough,
I'm kickin dust up,
Ready to bust,

Tupac - Pain. All time fav.

(09-06-2009, 03:06 AM)J.P link Wrote: Aiyyo, my pen and paper cause a chain reaction
To get your brain relaxin, cause they be actin maniac in action
A brainiac in fact son, you mainly lack attraction
You look insanely whack with just a fraction of my tracks run

Eminem - Infinite


Here's mine

I tell it how it is cause im a goldfigga
and I hate a money hungry girl a.k.a. golddigger
it aint even funny
some girls dont even know me askin me can they get some money
I'm lookin nuthin like ya poppa
I wouldnt give a chick 10 cent to put cheese on a Whopper
they wanna know why im so fly
a girl ask me for a ring and i put one around her whole eye
Chicks used to diss but now they wanna kiss
Yo Showbiz I'ma break it down like this


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#10

Bitch please, you messin wit some real O.G's,
Wit million dolla whips dat I ship from overseas,
Got a pocket full of G'z, and the inconvenient truth is that the ozone is back cuz I been smokin' all da trees,
The globe is warmin' up when we fire up the blunt,
And put it in the air like Evil Knievel stunts,
Wat you want from me? I got pistols for da haters,
Ya fam will be in black like the playin' for da Raiders,
And ya music isn't favored, and DJ's they neva bring it back like when you go and borrow somethin' from ya neighbor,
Like a cup full of sugar, a rope full of salt,
The name of my car insurance is YO F***IN FAULT,
And if you sittin on chrome, I'll call up my boys and have you stripped of ya medals like Marion Jones, nigga
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