Comments on: Jay-Z: Classic Lines (Video)

By: Paul

Paul — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 20:28:10 +0000

“..i’m too cocky to stop me you gotta kill me and when im gone you can still feel me, on the real b, this shit is Enternal I Rock The Heavens Well Even if they wont let me in heaven I Raise Hell, Till its Heaven, Recognize, The Black Cat with the 9 Lives, Get up off me nigga its bad luck to cross me..” – From the Big L & Jay Freestyle Battle. But Big L Rips it A lot better than Jay, and Thats when Jay Was good :0

By: Special Ed

Special Ed — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 00:04:19 +0000

aside from the fast cars, honeys that shake they ass in bars
you know you wouldn’t be involved with the underworld dealers,
carriers of mac-millers
east coast bodiers
west coast cap peelers
little monkey niggas turned gorillas
stopped in the station filled up on octaine
and now they not sane and not playing
that goes without sayin
slangin day in and day out
when money play in and then they play you out

By: lnko

lnko — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 08:40:25 +0000

My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient…

By: KoJ_the_YDC

KoJ_the_YDC — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 01:54:37 +0000

The game’s fucked up
Nigga’s beats is banging, nigga your hooks did it
Your lyrics didn’t and your gangster look did it
So I would write it if y’all could get it
Being intricate’ll get you wood, critic
On the Internet, they like you should spit it
I’m like you should buy it, nigga that’s good business
Forget this rap shit I need a new hustle
A little bit of everything, the new improved Russell
I say that reluctantly cause I do struggle
As you see I can’t leave so I do love you
But I’m just a hustler disguised as a rapper
In fact you can’t fit this hustle inside of a wrapper
Back when crack was
What these pills are, I was a real star
Complete with real cars, no video ones
You can come and set up a camera, let the video run
And my real life, complete with real ice
VVS boulders oh they’re visibly set
Head and shoulders, my invisible neck
You see Hova, wasn’t digital yet
Before Steve Jobs, made the iPod
Was getting head jobs, we call that intimate
Back when rappers wouldn’t dare play lyrical roulette
With a automatic weapon I was rapping with a tec
Fresh like Mannie be, chain like anti-freeze
Shoebox full of cash, dealer man hand me ki’s
Pantries full of Arm & Hammer, don’t take Nancy Drew to see
what it do, I’m a damn G
Just sent a million dollars through a hands free
That’s big money talk, can you answer me?
Before the Answer was a 3
I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chick
Sure he’s rich now cause he saw the shit, all this shit
That’s why they call him Hov’, cause he came before all this shit
Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter eights
Bought a 9 for non-stop Glock work all the time
Guess who’s back?
Since this is a new era, got a fresh new hat
Ten year veteran, I’ve been said
I’ve been through with this bullshit game but I never quit
I used to think rapping at 38 was ill
But last year alone I grossed 38 mill’
I know I ain’t quite 38 but still
The flow so special got a .38 feel
The real is back

By: 206HipHopHead

206HipHopHead — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 01:43:31 +0000

These fucks, too lazy to make up shit (they crazy)/
They don’t, paint pictures, they just trace me.

By: KoJ_the_YDC

KoJ_the_YDC — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 01:33:54 +0000

I’m a monster
I sleep whole winters wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga/puttin’ up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6′s and hummers/bitches among us
Tryin to not let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger/til’ it all went insane
Now bitches notice the chain now that I hit my number
Chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed/ya dead bitch the reaper done came
I suggest niggas stop speakin my name
Cause trust me y’all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin, the streets keep watchin, I keep poppin
niggas is hot heads and the bullets is heat seekin
Jay flow for pesos/chase hoes, not
I just circle round the block in the drop
Tell ‘em jump in the top, where the sunroof used to be
I can see y’all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other
I’m the meanest, toughest don dada to gun butt cha
You the type to bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I’m the type to get excited when the gun touch ya, muthafuckas

- just some old jay ignorant shit heat

By: Doodie

Doodie — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 01:16:32 +0000

we caught this news caster doing the “diamond” on air last weeks. Crazy mofo! http://www.grabup.com/uploads/2600251F09E120093C193A11E122.png

By: Clank Clank, You're Dead

Clank Clank, You're Dead — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 15:28:16 +0000

bye bye my reply blah blah

By: Joe

Joe — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 23:00:40 +0000

broad day light, i’ll off your on switch, your not too bright, goodnight, long kiss.

By: Andrew

Andrew — Wed, 23 Sep 2009 14:09:58 +0000

@ GHGH, what song is that verse from? I don’t remember..

And I’ll add another:
I was gonna kill a couple rappers
But they did it to themselves
I was gon’ do it with the flow
But they did it with the sales
I was gon’ 9/11 them
But they didn’t need the help
And they did a good job, them boys talented as hell
Not only did they brick, they put a building up as well
Then ran a plane into that building and when that building fell
Ran to the crash site with no mask and inhaled
Toxins deep inside their lungs, until both of them was filled
Blew a cloud out like an L, into a jar then took a smell
As they heard they second-hand smoke kills
Niggas thought they was ill, find out they were ILL
It’s like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel
(FIRE!) Thank You