2PAC OR BIGGIE
09-02-2005, 07:50 PM
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biggie, as he did far more stuff (not just his own, with junior mafia etc) that i liked.
2pac did some good stuff, just not as much.
and all the stuff theyve released of his after he died is fucking shiiiiiiiite and is a joke, done just for the money, he never realeased em when he was alive as he knew they wernt good enough...
2pac did some good stuff, just not as much.
and all the stuff theyve released of his after he died is fucking shiiiiiiiite and is a joke, done just for the money, he never realeased em when he was alive as he knew they wernt good enough...
09-02-2005, 08:02 PM
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LOL , ur obviously joking , im a pac fan obviously 
2pacalypse now
strictly 4 ma n***az
all eyez on me
THUGLIFE
thats just some of the albums , and biggies lyrics weren`t true to the heart
2pacalypse now
strictly 4 ma n***az
all eyez on me
THUGLIFE
thats just some of the albums , and biggies lyrics weren`t true to the heart
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09-02-2005, 08:18 PM
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just downloaded a zip file with 2pacs albums theres about 15 in there
most must have been released after he died.still not listened to them all but some good stuff
still cant beat reggae tho
most must have been released after he died.still not listened to them all but some good stuff
still cant beat reggae tho
09-02-2005, 08:32 PM
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Israel Vibration, Burning Spear, Prince Far I - Reggae stars lived throug far worse times than rappers, and still manage to come out with conscious lyrics and tuff beats. Check all the old soundsystem stuff - that is where all urban music came from.
09-02-2005, 08:34 PM
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Originally Posted by mitchrs
pac...deffinately, i have all but 1 album! he was bigger and better than biggie....all day long!!
pac lives!!
pac lives!!
what album u missing 
09-02-2005, 08:42 PM
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ha ha, yeah i know, did have them all but my first escort got nicked at new years 2004 and all my cd's were in the car, it is a top album!!
still replacin all the albums man, soooo many more to replace, obviously the 2pac stuff got replaced IMMEDIATELY!! just that one more to get!
wat you think of the new one 'loyal to the game'??
still replacin all the albums man, soooo many more to replace, obviously the 2pac stuff got replaced IMMEDIATELY!! just that one more to get!
wat you think of the new one 'loyal to the game'??
09-02-2005, 08:53 PM
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ehh let me think
1.2pacalypse now
2.THUGLIFE
3.strictly 4 ma ni**az
4.makavelli
5.all eyez on me (double)
6.untill the end of time
7.me against the world
8.r u still down
9.still i rise/outlawz
thats not including all the re-mixes thats my collection anyway
1.2pacalypse now
2.THUGLIFE
3.strictly 4 ma ni**az
4.makavelli
5.all eyez on me (double)
6.untill the end of time
7.me against the world
8.r u still down
9.still i rise/outlawz
thats not including all the re-mixes thats my collection anyway
09-02-2005, 08:54 PM
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got a clip of biggie - somebodys got to die as me ringtone
THINGS DONE CHANGED B.I.G. NOTORIOUS READY TO DIE
--------
Verse One:
Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews
with the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street niggaz ain't havin that shit
Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
hallways, shootin dice all day
Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit
We get hype and shit and start lifin shit
So step away with your fist fight ways
Motherfucker this ain't back in the days, but you don't hear me though
Verse Two:
No more cocoa leave-io, one two three
One two three, all of this to me, is a mystery
I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
But I stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it
And I'm down with the shit too
For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use Kung-Fu
Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, that's what the fuck happens
when you sleep on the street
Little motherfuckers with heat, want ta leave a nigga six feet deep
And we comin to the wake
To make sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they even fuckin scared of us
Callin the city for help because they can't maintain
Damn, shit done changed
Verse Three:
If I wasn't in the rap game
I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, it's hard being young from the slums
eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the shit's gettin crazier and major
Kids younger than me, they got the Sky grand Pagers
Goin outta town, blowin up
Six months later all the dead bodies showin up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the body
Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done changed
good good lyrics
"Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot"
is quite a famous line
BIGGIE - R.I.P.
THINGS DONE CHANGED B.I.G. NOTORIOUS READY TO DIE
--------
Verse One:
Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin brews
with the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin smoked G, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street niggaz ain't havin that shit
Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
hallways, shootin dice all day
Wait for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit
We get hype and shit and start lifin shit
So step away with your fist fight ways
Motherfucker this ain't back in the days, but you don't hear me though
Verse Two:
No more cocoa leave-io, one two three
One two three, all of this to me, is a mystery
I hear you motherfuckers talk about it
But I stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it
And I'm down with the shit too
For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use Kung-Fu
Instead of a Mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, that's what the fuck happens
when you sleep on the street
Little motherfuckers with heat, want ta leave a nigga six feet deep
And we comin to the wake
To make sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake
Back in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they even fuckin scared of us
Callin the city for help because they can't maintain
Damn, shit done changed
Verse Three:
If I wasn't in the rap game
I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short stop
Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, it's hard being young from the slums
eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the shit's gettin crazier and major
Kids younger than me, they got the Sky grand Pagers
Goin outta town, blowin up
Six months later all the dead bodies showin up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the body
Damn, what happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my momma got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done changed
good good lyrics
"Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot"
is quite a famous line
BIGGIE - R.I.P.
09-02-2005, 08:56 PM
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2pac without a doubt, the guy was talented beyond biggie.
His lyrics, the feeling and all he put into the music, he wasnt just another rap artist but he spoke so trully about everything that had affected him or affected the enviroment around him, the guy was a poet in his own way!
got pretty much everything he has done over the years!
Not knocking what biggie was capable of and i do like most of his stuff but in my eyes Tupac Shakur was a league above
His lyrics, the feeling and all he put into the music, he wasnt just another rap artist but he spoke so trully about everything that had affected him or affected the enviroment around him, the guy was a poet in his own way!
got pretty much everything he has done over the years!
Not knocking what biggie was capable of and i do like most of his stuff but in my eyes Tupac Shakur was a league above
09-02-2005, 08:57 PM
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2PAC is obviously better than Biggie...
The Mouse - a comedy genious. You ever see Burning spear live? Amazing when he goes off on a jungle sounds tipp - you'd swar you were in the rainforest. The energy the guy has, and to think he was around when Bob was just starting out with Lee Perry. Certainly a living legend on Bobs level - I guess it will only be recognised, as you could say about the others mentioned in this thread, after death.
Jah protect Bearning Spear!
The Mouse - a comedy genious. You ever see Burning spear live? Amazing when he goes off on a jungle sounds tipp - you'd swar you were in the rainforest. The energy the guy has, and to think he was around when Bob was just starting out with Lee Perry. Certainly a living legend on Bobs level - I guess it will only be recognised, as you could say about the others mentioned in this thread, after death.
Jah protect Bearning Spear!
09-02-2005, 08:59 PM
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from top of my head you are missing...
greatest hits
live (which is actually shite)
rose that grew from concrete (which is also actually shit)
resurection
loyal to the game
better dayz
all i need is strictly 4 my ni**az
sod it, ebay here i come.....
greatest hits
live (which is actually shite)
rose that grew from concrete (which is also actually shit)
resurection
loyal to the game
better dayz
all i need is strictly 4 my ni**az
sod it, ebay here i come.....
09-02-2005, 09:03 PM
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Lyrics , only god can judge me , all eyez on me
Perhaps, I was blind to tha facts
Stabbed in tha back
I Couldn't trust my own homies
Just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed
Paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus
But I can't see
And in my mind
I'm a, blind man doin' time
Look to my future
Cause my past is all behind me
Is it a crime
To fight for what is mine
Everybodies dyin'
Tell me, Whats the use of tryin'
I've been trapped since birth
Cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantansies of my family
In a hurse
And they say
It's the white man
I should fear
But, it's my own kind
Doin' all the killin' here
I can't lie
Ain't no love, for the other side
Jealousy inside
Make 'em wish I died
Oh my lord
Tell me what I'm livin' for
Everybodies droppin'
Got me knockin' on heaven's door
And all my memories
Of seeing brothas bleed
And everybody grieves
But still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts
Don't get caught up in tha mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can Judge me....
Only God Can Judge Me...
I hear the doctor standing over me
Screaming I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes
Laying here naked
Still I, can't breathe
something evils in my I-V
Cuz everytime I breathe
I think their killing me
I'm having nightmares
Homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin'
Danglin'
My bed sheets
I call the nurse
Cuz it hurts
To reminise
How did it come to this?
I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me
Tell me where to go from here ?
Cuz even thugs cry
But do the Lord care ?
Tryin' to remember
But it hurts
I'm walking through the cementary
Talkin' to the dirt
I'd rather die like a man
Than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven
And its ours
Black Power
Is what we scream
As we dream
In a paranoid state
And our fate
Is a lifetime of hate
Dear mama, can you save me ?
And f**k peace
Cuz the streets got our babies
We gotta eat
No more hesitation
Each and every black males trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal
Runnin' around strapped
Mr. Police
Please try to see
That there's a million muthaf**kas stressin' just like me
Only God can Judge Me.....
Only God Can Judge Me...
That which does not kill me can only make me stronger (That for real)
I don't see why everybody feel as thou that they gotta tell me how to live my
life (you know)
Let me live baby
Let me live
Pac I feel ya
Keep servin' it on the realer
For instance, sayin'
Playa hatin' marks out ta kill ya
Would you be wrong
For bucking a ni**a into the pavement
He gonna get me first
If I don't get him
Will you start praying ?
Ain't no such thing as self defence
In the court of law
So Judges when we get to where were goin
To cross
That's real
Gotti, lurk thee
Creep tha f**k up on him
Sold a half a million tapes
No everybody want him
After talkin' behind my back
Like, a bi**h would
Tellin' them ni**as, "you can fade us"
Punk, I wish you would
It be the same mutha-f**kas in your face
That'll rush up in your place
To get your safe
Knowing you on that paper chase
Gra*s, gla*s
Big screen and leather couch
My new s**t is so fine
I already sold a ki of ounce
bi**h
Remember Tupac and 4-Tay
The same two brothas dodgin' bullets
And represtin' the Bay
Pac when you was locked down
That's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts
So sick
But they try to clown
That's why they ride the bandwaggon
Still be draggin' sellin' lies
Don't think I don't see you haters
I know you all in disguise
Guess you figure you know me
Cuz I'm a thug
That love to hit the late night club
Drinkin' buzz
Living lavish like a playa all day
I'm 'bout to floss 'em off
Playas stick with 4-Tay
Only God can Judge me...:
Perhaps, I was blind to tha facts
Stabbed in tha back
I Couldn't trust my own homies
Just a bunch a dirty rats
Will I, succeed
Paranoid from the weed
And hocus pocus try to focus
But I can't see
And in my mind
I'm a, blind man doin' time
Look to my future
Cause my past is all behind me
Is it a crime
To fight for what is mine
Everybodies dyin'
Tell me, Whats the use of tryin'
I've been trapped since birth
Cautious, cause I'm cursed
And fantansies of my family
In a hurse
And they say
It's the white man
I should fear
But, it's my own kind
Doin' all the killin' here
I can't lie
Ain't no love, for the other side
Jealousy inside
Make 'em wish I died
Oh my lord
Tell me what I'm livin' for
Everybodies droppin'
Got me knockin' on heaven's door
And all my memories
Of seeing brothas bleed
And everybody grieves
But still nobody sees
Recollect your thoughts
Don't get caught up in tha mix
Cause the media is full of dirty tricks
Only God can Judge me....
Only God Can Judge Me...
I hear the doctor standing over me
Screaming I can make it
Got a body full of bullet holes
Laying here naked
Still I, can't breathe
something evils in my I-V
Cuz everytime I breathe
I think their killing me
I'm having nightmares
Homicidal fantansies
I wake up stranglin'
Danglin'
My bed sheets
I call the nurse
Cuz it hurts
To reminise
How did it come to this?
I wish they didn't miss
Somebody help me
Tell me where to go from here ?
Cuz even thugs cry
But do the Lord care ?
Tryin' to remember
But it hurts
I'm walking through the cementary
Talkin' to the dirt
I'd rather die like a man
Than live like a coward
There's a ghetto up in Heaven
And its ours
Black Power
Is what we scream
As we dream
In a paranoid state
And our fate
Is a lifetime of hate
Dear mama, can you save me ?
And f**k peace
Cuz the streets got our babies
We gotta eat
No more hesitation
Each and every black males trapped
And they wonder why we suicidal
Runnin' around strapped
Mr. Police
Please try to see
That there's a million muthaf**kas stressin' just like me
Only God can Judge Me.....
Only God Can Judge Me...
That which does not kill me can only make me stronger (That for real)
I don't see why everybody feel as thou that they gotta tell me how to live my
life (you know)
Let me live baby
Let me live
Pac I feel ya
Keep servin' it on the realer
For instance, sayin'
Playa hatin' marks out ta kill ya
Would you be wrong
For bucking a ni**a into the pavement
He gonna get me first
If I don't get him
Will you start praying ?
Ain't no such thing as self defence
In the court of law
So Judges when we get to where were goin
To cross
That's real
Gotti, lurk thee
Creep tha f**k up on him
Sold a half a million tapes
No everybody want him
After talkin' behind my back
Like, a bi**h would
Tellin' them ni**as, "you can fade us"
Punk, I wish you would
It be the same mutha-f**kas in your face
That'll rush up in your place
To get your safe
Knowing you on that paper chase
Gra*s, gla*s
Big screen and leather couch
My new s**t is so fine
I already sold a ki of ounce
bi**h
Remember Tupac and 4-Tay
The same two brothas dodgin' bullets
And represtin' the Bay
Pac when you was locked down
That's when I'll be around
Start climbing up the charts
So sick
But they try to clown
That's why they ride the bandwaggon
Still be draggin' sellin' lies
Don't think I don't see you haters
I know you all in disguise
Guess you figure you know me
Cuz I'm a thug
That love to hit the late night club
Drinkin' buzz
Living lavish like a playa all day
I'm 'bout to floss 'em off
Playas stick with 4-Tay
Only God can Judge me...:
09-02-2005, 09:06 PM
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Shit m8 , how could i forget better dayz , got the other ones u mentioned , but didnt wanna mention greatest hits , coz its on the c.d`s i mentioned , rose that grew from concrete was weird read those lyrics
read those lyrics
