It has to be done. Who ripped the beat better. All Eyez on Me vs. Street Dreams!

[TheGumpkin]

pac had the better overall song, but nas had the better lyrics

 

[Wacky D]

I didn't even like street dreams all like that back then.

 

[3Rivers]

Going with off the strength of the bonus verse

Ill designer fleece, studded marquise
A letta L on my car keys- Thuggin' hard on Cavarse
'Posters be Franchesco and all these bets
Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest
I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented
Seems like I'm changin' my location every minute
Like a plague is on my head, son- I vision red rum
Warrent squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come
Pandemonium got me puffin' Cambodian
Grand openin's of barber shops and stock
My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto- Livin' like a pablo
Papi like a poncho until the state patrollers pulled us over
Found the guns and the good
Had a nikka like 'Nas had to run through the woods'
Sneakin' out the next mornin'- Looked up to God
Guess in all this was a fukkin' warnin'
Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'
Now I'm back on the climbin'
Movin' consigned through rain, sleet, whatever climate
So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded
'Mazed on top, all the hoes and p*ssy had me blinded
Big lip bytches, suckin' dikk ridiculous
GS'es and vest-es, lingerie's lookin' sensuous
Back on the block buggin', how the fukk I been through this?
Nearly caused my life but now I can't show a cent from it

 

[yesiambowling]

No Big Syke option?

 

[Foxmulder]

Going with off the strength of the bonus verse

Ill designer fleece, studded marquise
A letta L on my car keys- Thuggin' hard on Cavarse
'Posters be Franchesco and all these bets
Mobile phones in the armrest, ladies be the bombest
I creep tinted, parked the whip and grabbed the rented
Seems like I'm changin' my location every minute
Like a plague is on my head, son- I vision red rum
Warrent squads knockin' at the same time the Feds come
Pandemonium got me puffin' Cambodian
Grand openin's of barber shops and stock
My jew-el rock, tokin' pronto- Livin' like a pablo
Papi like a poncho until the state patrollers pulled us over
Found the guns and the good
Had a nikka like 'Nas had to run through the woods'
Sneakin' out the next mornin'- Looked up to God
Guess in all this was a fukkin' warnin'
Took my diamonds in for the pawnin'
Now I'm back on the climbin'
Movin' consigned through rain, sleet, whatever climate
So many ups and downs shiftin', I was twisted minded
'Mazed on top, all the hoes and p*ssy had me blinded
Big lip bytches, suckin' dikk ridiculous
GS'es and vest-es, lingerie's lookin' sensuous
Back on the block buggin', how the fukk I been through this?
Nearly caused my life but now I can't show a cent from it

 

[AJtheOne]

don't make me choose
did his thang on that joint and is the GOAT, but ripped that shyt too

 

[PHamm]

No Big Syke option?

Syke
Pac
Nas

in that order

 

[PHamm]

depend on meeeeeeeeeeeeee like the first and 15th

Pac easily

we got 4 nikkas ....in low riders and ski masks screaming thug life everytime we pass

Spoiler

all eyez on me