phonthought3000
All Star
Ladies and Gentlenmen......thats how you close a album.....straight 


Cube killed that shyt...a warm up to Real nikka Roll Call...I spit in the face of anybody sayin he sold out,on a club record he talkin bout cave bytches lyin on nikkas lol "I told y'all Kobe ain't take that puzzy" lol....T.I killed it to,again I spit on the graves of u chumps who tried to play me like TI ain't better lyricaly then DMX on sohh
...Nas wuz just weird talkin about Billy Dees sperm or w/e he wuz talkin about...completely not the time or the place...shoulda spit sumthin like his verse on "I got to have it" with jermaine dupri
not on the same page





T.I.'s verse was
I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues
And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's
I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused
All spectators can say is, "This lil' nikka's a fool"
A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed
Better prove, you nikkaz p*ssy as the Moulan Rouge
So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what
To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair
'Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there
Now you know I ain't no ?, I got ten folk there
They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer
Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare
Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair
When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair
Guarantee you nah a real nikka breathin' accounted
At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there
Hollow, television name-dropper reachin' for help
So I ain't gotta say a word, pimp you beatin' ya'self
You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game
Any nikka with the nerve to say another man name
When that other man ain't even present
And deny it when somebody ask him about it
That nikka's a lame, you like to lie on the mic
Hide behind fame, I was a G when I came
That's the way I remain

Cube was having one of those D.O.C "Grand Finale" flashbacks.
solid verse but wasn't seein this
"Everywhere you go he got kinfolk there.... And you know it aint no mo than 9 or 10 folks there"T.I.'s verse was
I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues
And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's
I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused
All spectators can say is, "This lil' nikka's a fool"
A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed
Better prove, you nikkaz p*ssy as the Moulan Rouge
So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what
To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair
'Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there
Now you know I ain't no ?, I got ten folk there
They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer
Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare
Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair
When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair
Guarantee you nah a real nikka breathin' accounted
At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there
Hollow, television name-dropper reachin' for help
So I ain't gotta say a word, pimp you beatin' ya'self
You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game
Any nikka with the nerve to say another man name
When that other man ain't even present
And deny it when somebody ask him about it
That nikka's a lame, you like to lie on the mic
Hide behind fame, I was a G when I came
That's the way I remain
