Isn't Aaron Hall just a bootleg Charlie Wilson?Isn't Robert just a bootleg Aaron Hall??
What's the best opening lines in a song??
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"As long as I woke up today, I do not have one complaint
Still sick from last night, I spilled my double cup of drank"
Still sick from last night, I spilled my double cup of drank"
Artificial Intelligence
Not Allen Iverson
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He did
Pac wrote Gangstas Paradise
Coolio was born in 63 which makes him 31 in 94, Pac was born in 71 which makes him 23: "I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24? The way things is goin', I don't know" Sounds mighty similar to: "I'm drinkin' Hennessey, runnin' from my enemies Will I live to be twenty-three?" That Pac penned a...
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Original post had way more anecdotal info and speculation but I trimmed it down to the basics, you get the point though. Too many people shark content from The Coli so I kept the rest on deck...
Artificial Intelligence
Not Allen Iverson
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I'm tired of living fukked up, tired of living bad/ Tired of getting where mama tell me "When you gon go to church, Chad?
What a nikka do/ what a nikka does
And a nikka is what a nikka was
And a nikka done read history but yet his eyes didn't see/ the only reason you a nikka cuz somebody else want you to be
Thinking of a master plan/
Cuz ain't nothing but sweat inside my hand
What a nikka do/ what a nikka does
And a nikka is what a nikka was
And a nikka done read history but yet his eyes didn't see/ the only reason you a nikka cuz somebody else want you to be
Thinking of a master plan/
Cuz ain't nothing but sweat inside my hand
Perfectly stated breh
Bumpin nothing but Pac this weekendI hear Brenda's got a baby. But Brenda's barely got a brain
Back in elementary, I thrived on misery. Left me alone I grew up amongst a dying breed
Now how can I explain how this game laced me, plus with this fame I got enemies do anything to break me, my attitude changed
I smoke a blunt to take the pain out and if I wasn't high, I'd probably try to blow my brains out
When I was young, me and my mama had beef. 17 years old, kicked out on the streets
I take a shot of Hennessy, now I'm strong enough to face the madness. Nickel bag full of cess weed laced with hash
My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes. My lyrics explode on contact, gamin' you hoes
Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back. I couldn't trust my own homies, just a bunch of dirty rats
Are you confused? You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes of a nikka who don't have a thing to lose
My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs and killers. Strugglin', known to hustle screaming, "fukk they feelings!"
I wake up early in the mornin', mind state so military. Suckers fantasizin' pictures of a young brother buried
Pac was surgical with those opening bars
Stop the bus, Violent J comes out
Barrel to your chest and blow your lungs out
Barrel to your chest and blow your lungs out
All this clout shyt, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even fukk with nikkas, I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shyt so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bytch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
I don't even fukk with nikkas, I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shyt so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bytch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
KnickstapeCity
The Big Dikk King
IT. MUST. BE THE ASS!!!!!!