Jay-Z said "No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun"

[chunky_mcdaniels]

Hov's Albert T'Chaka Johnson era.

If you know you know.

 

[DA_LURKA]

Dope man last verse...

 

[semicko82]

Yea street Jigga was on another level

 

[iceberg_is_on_fire]

One of my favors shyt talking verses.

My Mind Right Remix

I got the fifth nikkas
You have to pick nikkas off of the ground
When I pick nikkas off with tha pound
Go get your click nikka
This nikka running with clowns
I'm a rich nikka
I get you clipped at cost right now
nikkas forget nikkas as soon as your coffin off in the ground
Family man, look at your kids orphans now
Used to just smack rappers
I'm extorting them now
Taking all that's important to them now down to your bytch
nikka you sick fronting like you tougher than what you are
Till the gun is coming thru the driver's side of your car
Using my name in vein like I won't damage the boy
You think nikkas was shooting your fat ass out of canons before (I'm that nikka)
nikkas is pompous, first they in Evel Knievel jumpers
Than they turning over Rovers like they want it with Hova
It's not about Rich and Po', nikka, it's about Rich and Po.
Understand I'm here to get this dough
It ain't about Brooklyn or Harlem
No more them it's about fame or stardom
It's about me being on blocks you borrowed from
I'm setting myself apart from rappers who use other peoples names
So other motherfukkers can watch 'em
It's as simple as this - y'all nikkas get off my dikk
I'll let you eat after I get off my bricks
The world's most dangerous clique; R.O.C. - mind right bytch

Just vicious.

 

[Dolo]

Dope man last verse...

One of my favorites

This whole part

"I'm a prisoner of circumstance
Frail nikka, I couldn't much work with my hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks
Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors
Keep us spiralin', goin' backwards
At age nine, saw my first hate crime
Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line
Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine
Climbed over it, at a early age, Jay shined
fukk the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine
Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine
The soul of Mumia in this modern day time"

 

[the elastic]

Y'all Hovengers are something else

 

[chunky_mcdaniels]

Y'all Hovengers are something else

Little do they see that it's just Shang Tsung Hov once again.

All these posts are just Hov's Kejuan Muchita and Albert T'Chaka Johnson phase. He was right into that music around that period, it's pretty obvious.

 

[Nokids]

Had to show love to this thread!

 

[Air Nikes N Hats]

Jigga's flow on Vol. 3 was godly.

The European version of Vol.3 is a classic IMO (That version had Is That Yo bytch without the Bleek verses, Anything, and Come and Get me had an extended 40 second instrumental break in the middle)

 

[Rozay Oro]

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet and you wet, when you check out
The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shyt
This is a unusual musical, I conduct it

- Jay-Z (Threats)

Gun Talk Hov >>>>>

It’s hard but it’s extra as fukk
Jigga you a dope emcee I promise

 

[DA_LURKA]

A million and one questions dj premier remix last verse...

 

[Artificial Intelligence]

.......................

 

[Sad Bunny]

Killing black men sounds so good over a beat

 

[mrjoncampbell]

One of my favorites

This whole part

"I'm a prisoner of circumstance
Frail nikka, I couldn't much work with my hands
But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up
Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up
Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks
Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors
Keep us spiralin', goin' backwards
At age nine, saw my first hate crime
Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line
Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine
Climbed over it, at a early age, Jay shined
fukk the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine
Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine
The soul of Mumia in this modern day time"

 

[Richard Glidewell]

She said “jigga man you rich take that du rag off”
Hit a u turn, ma I’m dropping you back off
Front of the club “jigga why you do that for”
Thug nikka till the end till a friend bytch
Won’t change for no paper plus I been rich