As I sat in my whip and listened to GFID
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Big Mel
@bigboss
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Broccoli Rob
TTG LOL
take away the solo and 3k completly outshined ross keep it real just once in ya life fam
To be fair though, Andre always bodies. Or usually.
What was good with that guitar shlt though..
why did 3Stacks play himself lke that? 
BREAD N BUTTERZ
Pro
dunno.... i think his need to stand out or be flamboyant......thats why i cant put him up with the goats.....for every shining moment he has he negates it with some weirdo "hey ya" type ishTo be fair though, Andre always bodies. Or usually.
What was good with that guitar shlt though..
BREAD N BUTTERZ
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There you go thinking I'm your friend again. Your existence.[/QUOTE
friend?
im your pimp and your my hoe SHAHEEM...
nothing more nothing less
NOW GO GET ME MY MONEY
There you go thinking I'm your friend again. Your existence
friend?
im your pimp and your my hoe SHAHEEM...
nothing more nothing less
NOW GO GET ME MY MONEY
I guess you can't help being a lame. 50 taught you well
". Sit the fukk down
Music786
Rookie
The Rap Gods are shedding tears over the blasphemy in this post. 4 some of you to mention Big and Pac in the same sentence as a CO who made some prisoners life's hell is unforgivable!!!!!! you have no CREDIBILITY in any discussion about HIPHOP from this point forward!!
Music786
Rookie
This song right here > Rozay entire catalogue....
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up fukked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshyt
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man
Chorus
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the Amtrak
with the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick cash
I told her she could be Lieutenant, bytch got gassed
At last, I'm literally loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bytch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bytch swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
Until then I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;
in the everyday struggle
Chorus
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
My daughter use a potty so she's older now
Educated street knowledge I'ma mold 'er now
Trick a little dough buyin young girls fringes
Dealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringes
in the veins; hard to explain, how I maintain
The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange
Breakin days on the set, no sweat
Drunk off Moet, can't bag yet because it's still wet
But when that dry, baggin five at a time
I can clock about nine on the check cashin line
I had the first and the third; rehearse that's my word
Thick in the game, D's knew my first name
Should I quit? shyt no! Even though they had me scared
Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes..
..and that's just how the shyt go in the struggle motherfukker
[Puff] Hah.. c'mon.. what you say?
Chorus 2X
Read more: Notorious B.I.G. - Everyday Struggle Lyrics
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I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle, another drug to juggle;
another day, another struggle
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I know how it feel to wake up fukked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshyt
I remember I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, cause man
Chorus
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I had the master plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, "Who's next?"
I got my honey on the Amtrak
with the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait for hon to make some quick cash
I told her she could be Lieutenant, bytch got gassed
At last, I'm literally loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks
Had to re-up; see what's up with my peeps
Toyota Deal-a-Thon had it cheap on the Jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone call, it couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated, like Nino at the Carter
Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of
by some bytch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bytch swear to God she won't snitch
I told her when she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
Conspiracy, she'll be home in three
Until then I looks out for the whole family
A true G, that's me, blowing like a bubble;
in the everyday struggle
Chorus
[Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Guiliani
ain't tryin to see no black man turn to John Gotti
My daughter use a potty so she's older now
Educated street knowledge I'ma mold 'er now
Trick a little dough buyin young girls fringes
Dealin with the dope fiend binges, seein syringes
in the veins; hard to explain, how I maintain
The crack smoke make my brain feel so strange
Breakin days on the set, no sweat
Drunk off Moet, can't bag yet because it's still wet
But when that dry, baggin five at a time
I can clock about nine on the check cashin line
I had the first and the third; rehearse that's my word
Thick in the game, D's knew my first name
Should I quit? shyt no! Even though they had me scared
Yo they got a eight, I gotta teck with air holes..
..and that's just how the shyt go in the struggle motherfukker
[Puff] Hah.. c'mon.. what you say?
Chorus 2X
Read more: Notorious B.I.G. - Everyday Struggle Lyrics
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Album is garbage in my opinion. I'm tired of Ross making the same album time after time, and making the same songs time after time, with the same flow time after time. Gimme something new son!!!
There's only so many times I can hear dude rap about the same three subjects, over the same beats, with the same flow.
There's only so many times I can hear dude rap about the same three subjects, over the same beats, with the same flow.
fukk it, I'm not done, I had to come back in this thread.
Yo, this album is fukking BORING tho!! Like shyt, there is NO SOUL to it. Ross isn't even believable anymore. This dude just sounds like a parody of a coke/mafioso rapper to me. This shyt don't even sound authentic. I don't know anything bout the artist, and I don't know bout y'all, but that's what music is about to me.
How can I feel you if I don't feel like I know anything about you???
Yo, this album is fukking BORING tho!! Like shyt, there is NO SOUL to it. Ross isn't even believable anymore. This dude just sounds like a parody of a coke/mafioso rapper to me. This shyt don't even sound authentic. I don't know anything bout the artist, and I don't know bout y'all, but that's what music is about to me.
How can I feel you if I don't feel like I know anything about you???
William Bassington
that boy
QuarterCenturyLegend
Stoopid Life
Ross stans are worse than Kobe stans. At least Kobe stans have a reason to be this way. Ross fans are on a different type of drug.
Please, just leave Biggie out of this. He will never be on that level.
*Waits for Hov to take a Ross line....
This will never happen.
Nobody looks at that nikka lyrics as gospel except for the net. Listen to the music and enjoy but quit w/ this other bullshyt
Please, just leave Biggie out of this. He will never be on that level.
*Waits for Hov to take a Ross line....
This will never happen.
Nobody looks at that nikka lyrics as gospel except for the net. Listen to the music and enjoy but quit w/ this other bullshyt
Real N Quotes
East Is In The House OMG
I guess if you want to hold on to your childhood hero or something. Some grown men still believe in santa clause, the tooth fairy, and the easter bunny so I guess you aren't alone
Ross puts out great music....but he is a gimick rapper...Big was an authentic emcee/artist/songwriter; true talent.