Wayne in his prime is a better lyricist Then Pac
- Thread starter FiveShoTz
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I think Pac's was much deeper and more effective.
[Verse 1]
The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday, but he don't listen
The poverty bothers me, but mama's working wonders in the kitchen
Listen! I can hear her crying in the bedroom
Praying for money but never think would she be dead soon
Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else I'm thirteen, can't feed myself
Can I blame daddy cause he left me?
Wish he would've hugged me
Too much like him, so my mama don't love me
On my own at a early age, I'm getting paid
And I'm strapped, so I'll never be afraid
Where did I go astray? I'm hanging in the back streets
Running with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me?
Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize
I got nothing to lose, everybody gotta die
Say good-bye to the bad guy
That one, you fukked, when you passed by
Buck-buck from a Glock let the glass fly
Do or die walk a mile in my shoes Then you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
With nothing to lose
[The D.O.C] I got raw when I came to Cali
Got nothing to lose
[Ice Cube] That’s why I got gang-related rhymes
Got nothing to lose
[The D.O.C] I got raw when I came to Cali
Got nothing to lose
[Ice Cube] That’s why I got gang-related rhymes
(x3)
[Verse 2]
I thank the Lord for my many blessings
Though I'm stressing keep a vest for protection From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my nikkas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothing separating us from a MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
Straight soldier, bucking at them bustas
No matter how you try, nikkas never die We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
See me striking down the block hitting corners Mobbing like a motherfukker, living like I wanna
Ain't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways THUG LIFE, motherfukker, crime pays
Let the cops put they lights on Chase me, nikka, zig-zagging through the freeway
Race me, nikka, in a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfukker that you ever saw
I'm living raw, til they bury me, don't worry me, I'm high
Living like I ain't afraid to die
And if you could walk a mile in my shoes Then you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Ain't no escape from a deadly fate
And everyday there's a million black bodies put away
I'm starting to lose hope, it seems everybody's on dope
Mama told me to leave, cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo, creeping out the window
Alone, on my own, I'm a criminal
Got no love from the household
I'm out cold, on the streets screaming 'Motherfukk peace!'
I got nothing to lose, and something to prove, what do I do?
Live the THUG LIFE, nikka, stay true
I wonder when they kill me, is there a heaven for a real G? Lord forgive me, if you feel me
Cause all my life I was dirt broke with no hope Little skinny motherfukker wanting dough
I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade
But everyday it's a struggle to get major paid
Anyway, it's so hard on a nikka in this city, no pity
And ain't no love for the scrubs that be buying dime
If you could walk a mile in my shoes Then you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
[Outro]
They wonder what type nikka be a THUG LIFE nikka
We be the craziest, motherfukker!
You know!
They wonder what type nikka be a THUG LIFE nikka
We be the craziest!
The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday, but he don't listen
The poverty bothers me, but mama's working wonders in the kitchen
Listen! I can hear her crying in the bedroom
Praying for money but never think would she be dead soon
Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else I'm thirteen, can't feed myself
Can I blame daddy cause he left me?
Wish he would've hugged me
Too much like him, so my mama don't love me
On my own at a early age, I'm getting paid
And I'm strapped, so I'll never be afraid
Where did I go astray? I'm hanging in the back streets
Running with G's and dope fiends, will they jack me?
Can't turn back, my eyes on the prize
I got nothing to lose, everybody gotta die
Say good-bye to the bad guy
That one, you fukked, when you passed by
Buck-buck from a Glock let the glass fly
Do or die walk a mile in my shoes Then you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
With nothing to lose
[The D.O.C] I got raw when I came to Cali
Got nothing to lose
[Ice Cube] That’s why I got gang-related rhymes
Got nothing to lose
[The D.O.C] I got raw when I came to Cali
Got nothing to lose
[Ice Cube] That’s why I got gang-related rhymes
(x3)
[Verse 2]
I thank the Lord for my many blessings
Though I'm stressing keep a vest for protection From the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my nikkas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothing separating us from a MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
Straight soldier, bucking at them bustas
No matter how you try, nikkas never die We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
See me striking down the block hitting corners Mobbing like a motherfukker, living like I wanna
Ain't no stopping at the red lights, I'm sideways THUG LIFE, motherfukker, crime pays
Let the cops put they lights on Chase me, nikka, zig-zagging through the freeway
Race me, nikka, in a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfukker that you ever saw
I'm living raw, til they bury me, don't worry me, I'm high
Living like I ain't afraid to die
And if you could walk a mile in my shoes Then you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Ain't no escape from a deadly fate
And everyday there's a million black bodies put away
I'm starting to lose hope, it seems everybody's on dope
Mama told me to leave, cause she was broke
Sometimes I choke on the indo, creeping out the window
Alone, on my own, I'm a criminal
Got no love from the household
I'm out cold, on the streets screaming 'Motherfukk peace!'
I got nothing to lose, and something to prove, what do I do?
Live the THUG LIFE, nikka, stay true
I wonder when they kill me, is there a heaven for a real G? Lord forgive me, if you feel me
Cause all my life I was dirt broke with no hope Little skinny motherfukker wanting dough
I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade
But everyday it's a struggle to get major paid
Anyway, it's so hard on a nikka in this city, no pity
And ain't no love for the scrubs that be buying dime
If you could walk a mile in my shoes Then you'd be crazy too
[Hook]
[Outro]
They wonder what type nikka be a THUG LIFE nikka
We be the craziest, motherfukker!
You know!
They wonder what type nikka be a THUG LIFE nikka
We be the craziest!
Yagirlcheatinonus
Icon Poster
kids nowadays
"Im startin to lose hope
it seems everybody on dope
mama told me to leave cause she was broke." Smh
Guess you gotta live it to appreciate it
ManBearPig
half man half bearpig
Hearing Wayne getting renegaded by Kanye West should help me change my mind?
FiveShoTz
(Bernie Mac Voice)
wen did this happen ?
Suicide King
#OldBlack
But Pac, Chuck D, and Cube were not lyricists, but all are legends. Never under this lyricism argument much.
Yo, I really don't get it when people say that Wayne was ever lyrical. He was always a basic ass punchline rapper to me - even his "deep" songs. I also can't think of a single song he did with a feature where he wasn't out shined or flat out murdered. fukking Cory Gunz made this nikka look like an amateur.
I mean if we're being honest
Theres no real example of lyricism here
Lack of wordplay, double entendres, metaphors
Wayne in his prime utilized all 3 very well constantly in his prime
CHICAGOrilla
All Star
Boaa Wayne shyt On Pac Anyday You Flabby Old Niccas Needa Stop Wayne Is The GOAT 
I Admit Pac Had Substance But Buddy Pen Game Was Hella Basic & His Beats Was
I Admit Pac Had Substance But Buddy Pen Game Was Hella Basic & His Beats Was
FiveShoTz
(Bernie Mac Voice)
what makes this thread worse is that pac didn't even reach his prime
the doorbell rang while the nikka was cooking
long statement short
basic pac>>>>>prime wayne
Please
pac was in his prime at the same age wayne was
and wayne was more lyrical