They can be wrong because they aren't as successful and don't have his impact. 2nd rate talents going after a guy who was Boss of Bosses when rap mattered and wasn't secondary to Taylor Swift or Adele.
Is 50 Cent Right About 2Pac?
- Thread starter Prince.Skeletor
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Damn Ja.. all u had to do is be more committed to be a thug
Boonapalist
Superstar
50 was witty, he had humor, and he could drop a line occasionally that’ll have you like
. But overall lyrically he was not better than Pac
Boonapalist
Superstar
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over, brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk ‘cause I'm a mad man whenever sober
On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up
The rap game, while I pluck holes in nikkas like donuts
And still down to die for all my soldiers like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, Your Honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shyt, heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, 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 nikkas who all got me
While bytches wonderin' who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin' slugs like Muammar Gaddafi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin' shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nikka, like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me, another gay rapper
Bustin' caps at Jay-Z and still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture, still after me
I'm in Jamaica sippin' daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin' nothin' then grabbin' somethin' and bustin'
Wanted to be the thug nikka that my old man wasn't
I can't tour, fear of catchin' cases, litigation
nikkas player-hatin', got me crooked in all 50 states
I'm screamin' "Death Row!", throw my Westside, ain't no thing
We was raised off driveby's, brought up to bang
We claim mob MOB, if you be specific
We control all cash from the Atlantic, Pacific
And get this, I'm hard to kill
While I build with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive these five shots?!
Live it up or give it up, and like demons!
Late night, hear 'em screamin'
We goin' all out!
50 doesn’t have any verses like that
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over, brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk ‘cause I'm a mad man whenever sober
On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up
The rap game, while I pluck holes in nikkas like donuts
And still down to die for all my soldiers like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, Your Honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shyt, heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, 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 nikkas who all got me
While bytches wonderin' who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin' slugs like Muammar Gaddafi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin' shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nikka, like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me, another gay rapper
Bustin' caps at Jay-Z and still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture, still after me
I'm in Jamaica sippin' daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin' nothin' then grabbin' somethin' and bustin'
Wanted to be the thug nikka that my old man wasn't
I can't tour, fear of catchin' cases, litigation
nikkas player-hatin', got me crooked in all 50 states
I'm screamin' "Death Row!", throw my Westside, ain't no thing
We was raised off driveby's, brought up to bang
We claim mob MOB, if you be specific
We control all cash from the Atlantic, Pacific
And get this, I'm hard to kill
While I build with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive these five shots?!
Live it up or give it up, and like demons!
Late night, hear 'em screamin'
We goin' all out!
50 doesn’t have any verses like that
Boonapalist
Superstar
Studio gangsta to a T
Aye you changing the subject now. We not gonna get into all that
All that shyt was make believe breh
Boonapalist
Superstar
Aye man just don’t let Spliz see this
Prince.Skeletor
Don’t Be Like He-Man
He could have been referring to all the cheesy love songs he started to do with Ashanti
Prince.Skeletor
Don’t Be Like He-Man
GRODT had no skippables
50 made Many Men, one of Hip Hop’s greatest hooks of all time!!!
Many other songs were awesome too
BK The Great
Veteran
50 & Em could never make anything like this, get their watered down bullshyt out of here.
Makaveli was a whole album of true oh shyt what did he say mc'ing