it is a myth that biggie was better then pac lyrically.

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LandryFieldsDad said:
Uhh, uhh, uhh Who the fukk wanna squeeze?
My Desert Ease make MC's freeze
You wakin up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apoligizin, analyzin, my size and your size
and realizin, a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop wines I must pop nines
Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
We can hook up, all I see is the future Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nikka, life ain't sweet
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
I be the mob fiance, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like my first LP,
beef with me is unhealthy fukk around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
For them homos, still doin promos Break both your legs you're movin slow-mo,
got shined to glow mo' Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need for mo'

> anything PAC spit

And you don't know what lyrical means.
In fact you said multiple times you don't care what a rapper says
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Come hell or high water down to slaughter opposers
just another lost soul stuck callin Jehova
Outlaw till its over
brandish my strap, black like a cobra
I stay drunk cuz im a mad man.... whenever sober
on a one man mission my ambitionz to hold up
the rap game while i pluck holes in niccaz like donuts
and still down to die for all my soldiers
like hillbillies they dont feel me so we feud
bringin the war to the city
with each breath death before dishonor
never let you swallow me no apologies... your honor
a general in war im the first to bomb
wit a squad of trusted killaz quick to move shyt
heavily armed
im similar to sadam sometimes i question who's sane
like fiends frantic for that last vein stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms then transform
watch me i take the figure of 30 niccaz who all got me
while bytches wonderin who shot me
no love keep a grudge shoot slugs like muammar gadaffi
murder my friends build a new possy
we takin shots at paparazzi go an fly now
nicca like rocky
you gotta lotta nerve to play me
another gay rapper bustin caps at Jay Z
and still avoid capture
while yall caught up in the rapture
still after me im in Jamaica sippin daquaries
no doubt we used to havin nothin
then grabbin somethin and bustin
wanted to be the thug nicca... that my old man wasnt
I came to a field catchin cases, litigation
niccaz playahatin got me crooked in all 50 states
im screamin Death Row throwin wesside aint no thang
we was raised off drivebys brought up to bang
we claim Mob, M-O-B if you be specific
we control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
and get this Im hard to kill when i build wit this live spot
father how the hell did i survive those 5 shots?
live it up or give it up they like demons
late night hear em screamin, we goin all out

Pac murdered that fat niccaz career wit one verse
 
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