HNIC973
R.I.P Bandana P
Even songs people don't like "Nas is Coming" got bars all over the place. I don't know wtf this nikka was on straight up flawless Mcing
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spliz
SplizThaDon
It's crazy cause I even listen to Nas Is Coming now. The hook just sucks. Lol.
Every fukking song on IWW has quotables
"Now how can I perfect this?
Living reckless, die for my necklace
Crime infected, driving a Lexus with a death wish
Jetting, checking my message on the speaker
Bopping to Mona Lisa, brown reefer, 10 G's, gun and my Visa
CD cranking, doing 90 on the Franklin D. Roosevelt
No seat belt, drinking and thinking
My man caught a bad one, son, nikkas is frightened
Secret indictments, adds on the one seeking enlightenment
My Movado says 7 — the God hour, that's if you follow
Traditions started by the school, not far from The Apollo
My fukk tomorrow motto through the eyes of Pablo
Escobar, the desperado, word to Cus D'Amato"
Figaro
Superstar
“Love changes, thug changes
And best friends become strangers, word up”
Is still the most relatable bar in Rap history, gets even more relevant the older you get.
Timeless.
And best friends become strangers, word up”
Is still the most relatable bar in Rap history, gets even more relevant the older you get.
Timeless.
HNIC973
R.I.P Bandana P
I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab me, bullets spray
They use me wrong, so I sing this song to this day
My body is cold steel, for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats, they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
17 precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, living harshly
Beat up and battered
They pull me out, I watch as nikkas scattered
Making me kill, but what I feel, it never mattered
When I'm empty, I'm quiet, finding myself fiending to be fired
A broken safety, nikkas place me in shelves, under beds
So I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keeping me full up with hollow heads
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shyt that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shyt that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
(flawless hook)Always I'm in some shyt
My abdomen is the clip, the barrel's my dikk
Uncircumcised, pull my skin back and cock me
I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to nikkas shock me
I see nikkas bleeding, running from me in fear
Stunningly, tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys
For years, I've been used in robberies
Giving nikkas heart to follow me
Placing peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up TEC with numbers on his chest that say
5-2-0-9-3-8-5 and zero
Had a serial defaced, hoping one day, police would place
Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murdering, made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo, I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shyt that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shyt that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that TEC that kept crying
'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty, it's clear
He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody coming in
Open the shelf, his eyes bubbling
He said it was on, I felt his palm troubled him
Shaking, somebody stomped him out, his dome was aching
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waiting
My creation was for Blacks to kill Blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally go off, making nikkas memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing nikkas is waiting in Hell for him
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of them thugs, sick of wrath of the next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split
So fast, I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad nikkas screaming, nikkas running, cops is coming
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!
I Gave You Power is one of the best pieces of writing I've ever heard straight poetry genius level.
HNIC973
R.I.P Bandana P
bottom 5 Nas hook
bigdaddy88
The King Of Power
FactsEvery fukking song on IWW has quotables
xiceman191
Superstar
Happy 28th anniversary to It Was Written.
Happy 28th anniversary to It Was Written.
I was in college tryna find a way to break up with my high school sweetheart(wife now) cause I was seeing new ass everyday....those were the days
HNIC973
R.I.P Bandana P
#1 for a month straight
spliz
SplizThaDon
I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab me, bullets spray
They use me wrong, so I sing this song to this day
My body is cold steel, for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats, they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
17 precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, living harshly
Beat up and battered
They pull me out, I watch as nikkas scattered
Making me kill, but what I feel, it never mattered
When I'm empty, I'm quiet, finding myself fiending to be fired
A broken safety, nikkas place me in shelves, under beds
So I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keeping me full up with hollow heads
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shyt that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shyt that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
Always I'm in some shyt
My abdomen is the clip, the barrel's my dikk
Uncircumcised, pull my skin back and cock me
I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to nikkas shock me
I see nikkas bleeding, running from me in fear
Stunningly, tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys
For years, I've been used in robberies
Giving nikkas heart to follow me
Placing peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up TEC with numbers on his chest that say
5-2-0-9-3-8-5 and zero
Had a serial defaced, hoping one day, police would place
Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murdering, made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo, I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shyt that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shyt that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, or crippled your style
I gave you power, I made you buck-wild
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that TEC that kept crying
'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty, it's clear
He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody coming in
Open the shelf, his eyes bubbling
He said it was on, I felt his palm troubled him
Shaking, somebody stomped him out, his dome was aching
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waiting
My creation was for Blacks to kill Blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally go off, making nikkas memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing nikkas is waiting in Hell for him
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of them thugs, sick of wrath of the next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split
So fast, I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad nikkas screaming, nikkas running, cops is coming
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!
I Gave You Power is one of the best pieces of writing I've ever heard straight poetry genius level.
This is why I laugh when people compare this to Stray Bullet. They are nothing alike. Nas' song was far more emotional and had soul to it. No disrespect to Stray Bullet. But they aren't the same.
Same with Me & My Girlfriend.
Pac, Nas & Monche all took a concept involving guns/bullets (that's as far as the comparison goes) and flipped it in their unique ways - showcasing the uniqueness and brilliance of each artist.
They should be celebrated more than compared.
spliz
SplizThaDon
The only one who purposely took was Pac because he flat out said he was inspired by Nas' song and wanted to try it in his own way.
yeah, Ive always said this. the verses are probably top 3 on the album
I have this framed in my mancave, my eternal #1 and #2. More like both #1 but Esco edges it because....life.
Nobody else comes even close, shouts to Cube and Prodigy and Ghost and Gza etc but no, its these two and then the rest:
