Woke Up This Mornin...
#11
Originally Posted by ColinRX7' date='Jan 25 2004, 12:46 PM
That's Jay Z response to Nas. That song you posted is a Jay Z diss by Nas.
So Jay Z goes on to say to Nas:
Me and the boy AI got more in common
Than just ballin and rhymin get it, more in Carmen
I came in your Bently backseat, skeeted in your jeep
Left condoms on your baby seat
Yeah ***** the gloves is off, the love is done
It's whatever, whenever, however ***** one
And since you infatuated with sayin that gay ****
Yes you was kissin my dick when you was kissin that bitch
Nasty ****, you though I was bonin Vanette
You callin Carm a hundred times I was bonin her neck
You got a baby by the broad you can't disown her yet
When does your lies end? When does the truth begin?
When does reality set in or does it not matter?
Gotta hurt I'm your baby mama's favorite rapper
And ask your current girl, she knows what's up
Holla at a real *****, Jigga (don't give a ****)
So Jay Z goes on to say to Nas:
Me and the boy AI got more in common
Than just ballin and rhymin get it, more in Carmen
I came in your Bently backseat, skeeted in your jeep
Left condoms on your baby seat
Yeah ***** the gloves is off, the love is done
It's whatever, whenever, however ***** one
And since you infatuated with sayin that gay ****
Yes you was kissin my dick when you was kissin that bitch
Nasty ****, you though I was bonin Vanette
You callin Carm a hundred times I was bonin her neck
You got a baby by the broad you can't disown her yet
When does your lies end? When does the truth begin?
When does reality set in or does it not matter?
Gotta hurt I'm your baby mama's favorite rapper
And ask your current girl, she knows what's up
Holla at a real *****, Jigga (don't give a ****)
#13
Originally Posted by ColinRX7' date='Jan 25 2004, 12:49 PM
Better rapper than Nas anyday, man. Plus his diss songs about Nas are ******* WAY better than Nas' disses.
#14
Originally Posted by TheAntiChrice' date='Jan 25 2004, 03:56 PM
WHAT?! Jay-Zs **********in necrophiliac diggin up Biggies bones and coppin his old style since he's gone bitch ***? NAS has intelligence and his vocab is 100X better than Jay Zs I'ma face **** this bitch while chuggin Cristal... Jay Z ****** sucks dude.. Listen to the last track on "I AM" by Nas... if Jay Z had half the intelligence of NAS he'd realize he can't rap and thats why his funny lookin *** retired early... CUZ HE'S A BITCH! But then again I'm the type that's all about ICP, Twiztid, Three Six Mafia, and real off the top of the head MCing from somebody wanting their shot, going off hardcore at a DnB show spittin lyrics RawCuts style.. Oh bitch.. you got me pissed at this thread.. I'm not goin away
chill the hell out. and who are YOU to say jay-z retired "early" is there a set retirement age in rap when you're making millions a day?
kevin.
#15
Originally Posted by teknics' date='Jan 25 2004, 12:59 PM
wow you are wayyyyyyyyyyyyy too serious about this topic.
chill the hell out. and who are YOU to say jay-z retired "early" is there a set retirement age in rap when you're making millions a day?
kevin.
chill the hell out. and who are YOU to say jay-z retired "early" is there a set retirement age in rap when you're making millions a day?
kevin.
#16
What's up ******, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog
You, what?
("**** Jay-Z")
You been on my dick *****, you love my style, *****
("**** Jay-Z")
Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilege
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Check it
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these ****** man (no doubt)
Ay, y'all ******s, y'all kneel and kiss the ****** ring
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just **** on me, **** on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some well wishin (bitches), friendly actin envy hidin snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called "Blueprint"
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
(I...will...not...lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it ******
Y'all ****** deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a *****, a Stan
I still whip your ***, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the **** you need to learn though
That ether, that **** that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ***, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own ****
You a dick-ridin ******, you love the attention
Queens ****** run you ******, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop ****, apologize, *****, just ask Kiss
You, what?
("**** Jay-Z")
You been on my dick *****, you love my style, *****
("**** Jay-Z")
Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilege
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Check it
Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these ****** man (no doubt)
Ay, y'all ******s, y'all kneel and kiss the ****** ring
I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just **** on me, **** on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some well wishin (bitches), friendly actin envy hidin snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called "Blueprint"
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
(I...will...not...lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back, where my crown at?
(Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it ******
Y'all ****** deal with emotions like bitches
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a *****, a Stan
I still whip your ***, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the **** you need to learn though
That ether, that **** that make your soul burn slow
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ***, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own ****
You a dick-ridin ******, you love the attention
Queens ****** run you ******, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop ****, apologize, *****, just ask Kiss
#18
Originally Posted by Dramon_Killer' date='Jan 25 2004, 03:49 PM
Yeah well jay-z is a ******.
#19
Some of the things I'm listenting to right now.
Twista - I Know
Twista - Adrenaline Rush
Twista - Overnight Celebrity
Nate Dogg - Real Pimp
Westside Connection - Gangsta Nation
Eminem - We As Americans
Eminem - 911
I gotta see if you can keep it between us,
I tuck two nina's under my jeans, either side of my *****
under my long-john's under my Sean John's...
Twista - I Know
Twista - Adrenaline Rush
Twista - Overnight Celebrity
Nate Dogg - Real Pimp
Westside Connection - Gangsta Nation
Eminem - We As Americans
Eminem - 911
I gotta see if you can keep it between us,
I tuck two nina's under my jeans, either side of my *****
under my long-john's under my Sean John's...
#20
Originally Posted by Srce' date='Jan 25 2004, 01:12 PM
Some of the things I'm listenting to right now.
Twista - I Know
Twista - Adrenaline Rush
Twista - Overnight Celebrity
Nate Dogg - Real Pimp
Westside Connection - Gangsta Nation
Eminem - We Are Americans
Eminem - 911
Twista - I Know
Twista - Adrenaline Rush
Twista - Overnight Celebrity
Nate Dogg - Real Pimp
Westside Connection - Gangsta Nation
Eminem - We Are Americans
Eminem - 911
I love that song.