BY ME ACE DA WONMY DEATH (HIP-HOP)MY DEATH HAS BEEN LIE YEP
I DIDNT DIE, I SURVIVED EVEN THO
IT DIDNT LOOK GOOD FROM DA MIKE,
MANY RAPPERS TAKEN L'S 2 WAYS GETTIN SCREWD ,
BY DJ'S AND THERE ON TALENT LIKE A DIKE,BUT
I FOUND SOME WHO LOVE JUST 2 RHYME
JUST 2 PASS DA TIME, GOIN OVER NIGGAS HEADS
BUT IT SEEMS ONLY I CAN READ BETWEEN DA LINE'S,
REAL NIGGAS WHO I FINE AS MY DR. 90210
WHO SOWED ME BACK TOGETHER, GAVE ME BREATH,
WITHOUT SELLIN THERE SELF AND FOR DAT THEY GET MY RESPECT, MUCH LOVE 2 U. FIRST VERSE ABOUT DONE
SO IF U HAVIN FIGURED OUT BY NOW I'M HIP-HOP WAIT
DID U GUESS RIGHT, IF NOT LIKE BEYONCE 2 DA LEFT!TIME TO GO HARD, NOW DAT U KNOW WHO I AM, BORN
N DA GUTTA AND THATS WHERE I STAND, BUT STILL BEEN BLINED BY DA SHINE, WHAT U GOT A CHAIN AND NOW U FORGOT, U A FAKE, A SNAKE N DA GRASS, GOT MONEY 2 SPEND & NOW U GOT CLASS OH KNOW, I REMBER U WATING FOR DA 1ST AND 15TH LIKE LUPE, NOW U DONT COME AROUND ANYTIME A DAY, BROKEN PROMISES LIKE U SAID 2 U WAS GOIN 2 GET LIL JIMMY OUT, NOW WHEN HE SAID CAN HE COME N U SAID GET OUT...
WHATS DAT ABOUT, NOW WITH OUT A SHALLOW DOUT U'S A OUT, ONCE AGAIN EVERY THING TURNIN BLACK,
I START 2 HACK & COUGH, LOOK AROUND NOBODY 2 B FOUND,NXT I FEEL COLD, LAST WORDS DONT LET ME DIE! DATS WHEN I TURN AROUND FACE TO FACE WITH ACE.....ME! NOW DAT HIP HOP'S DONE WITH U, ITS MY TURN
AND I GO HARD THEN DA HIP-HOP GAME , HA HOWS DAT WORK OK
HERES DA FACTS
NERVER TOOK AN L, YALL TOOK TOW MANY LIKE DA LAST DA 2 LETTERS N HELL
IM 2 COCKY I DONT EVEN KNOW DA MEANIN OF MODISTY GOT GIRLS DAT BOSSY, BUT IM STILL N CONTROL, IM 2 COLD ,MAKE FROSTY N ICE T HEATED, NEVER BEEN BEATED ALWAYS WON,
MY WEIGHT N DA HOOD BIGGER DEN B.IG N PUN HA HOW'S DAT FOR INFO, BUT I KEEP N ON DA LO, STOP B FOR I MAKE U SHIRT RED, WAT YALL STILL WANT 2 GO, FINE GOT DAT SKULLYOHESE,CRIPPLE DA SPINE, WRITIN LINES, LIKE DA LIKE A FENE MAKE, NEVER BEEN A CAKE, SO MANY FACTS YALL NOW SMART BUT STUPID, NOW YALL LOVIN DA FLOW LIKE BEEN HIT BY CUPIDS ARROW...
(im out now, i want to leave u mc's alive alone enough 2 take hip-hop and bring it back to life.------------------------------Rockstar Games. Making technology part of the family since 1999.
http://www.rockstargames.com"I DONT RUN N A RACE BECAUSE, I FELL LIKE IM RUNNING AWAY FROM THEM WHO WANNA TAKE MI PLACE. I RUN RIGHT WITH THEM BUT STICK MY NECK OUT FUTHER! YA DIG!"
I DONT GET MAD SAD OR GLAD BECAUSE IT COULD BE TAKING AWAY IN A SECOND. I ANIT IN TO ALL DAT BEFFING AND OTHER STUPID STUFF.
I DONT HATE HATERZ OR ANY BODY WHO HATE ME. I LOVE THEM BECAUSE IF U ANIT HATED ON U ANIT NOTHIN. AND DATS REAL!
>Artist: Joell Ortiz f/ Crooked I, Joe Budden, Royce Da 5'9"
Album: Move On 12"
Song: Move On (Slaughterhouse Remix)
Typed by:
[email protected][Intro]
Alright! Whassup my nigga?
You say your name is John?[Joell Ortiz]
Joell Ortiz
Yeah yeah I know I'm familiar with the interview shit
I know what you gon' ask
I got you, don't even stress itNo I don't respond with answers that fit a script
So the repetition'll make a nigga flip
We in the game of smoke and mirrors, those engineerin a bigger spliff
Blowin circles out they mouth, gettin praised but the shit'll shift
I never lived a myth, if I said it I did it
Never alleged, word to dead I grip the fifth (boom!)
I made my housing tenement a strip, movin medicine and nicks
When I seen 'em comin I jetted from them pricks (ohh!)
And still to this day though she clean I wish my mommy never sniff
But the hurt is makin me better with this gift (look)
I'm live with this ink you could, die in a blink and
Y'all got the nerve to ask me why do I drink and
Motherfucker sometimes I cry when when I think and
Y'all ain't there when them tears bein dried by the sink (damn)
It was cold in the winter, my community centers who gave me dinner
I ain't mind, my table chairs gave me splinters (haha!)
Set up to be loser but was made to be a winner (look)
If they paint hip-hop I bet my face be in the picture
If they wrote a rap bible bet my name be in the scriptures
If shorty say I'm her idol bet her face be in my zipper (woo!)
I came a long way from the staples in my scrilla
Stains on my pants, hardly had a gut
The ladies ain't wanna dance so house parties would suck
All my friends on the wall, I'm in the hall with a couple
Nah I ain't complainin, just tellin y'all what it is
So if y'all goin through it now just know that another kid
made somethin outta nothin, well I'm frontin, I was never nothin
Older ladies used to tell my mother "Ain't he somethin?"
I look at a lot of you cats and laugh
Cause I'm the shit man, and y'all ain't even passin gas
When I spit I'm the definition of mastered craft
And all y'all ask about is Aftermath – motherfucker move on!Move on...
Move on...
Move on...[Joe Budden]
L-look, look; I gotta give my own interview
Since niggaz that do my interviews focus on whatever's miniscule (like!)
Or paint me as a cynical, but the canvas'll limit you (dawg)
You can't go beyond what there's no limit to
If I think hip-hop is dead I think it's bein revived
And that comes from me being inside
Where the demons get by, see 'em good-bye
If I'm anemic here's why, come from hearin and seein ve-nomous lies (oh!)
So the beast in me cried, cause when it's all you hear
Shit get old repaired, just when the obey near
And so I try to think straight cause when you stare in the rear
Rest in peace, do as you care, nigga yeah!
I'm on another label, not that other label
That mean it's no longer my problem, it's theirs
Some say it's a conspirac'
I say if e'rybody's on the throne, that just more motive to kill the heir
Ask me 'bout "Pump it Up" and I'ma think you SHEEP
Or you must not know I'm DEEP!
I'm so off of music so y'all could SoundScan every week
Me? I just got my lil' man every week
Jersey City loves me despite y'all beliefs (why?)
Cause they was baby steppin, I showed 'em how to leap (ohh!)
Ask me about swag - I'ma change the topic
to lyrics in them raps, plus look at you like a fag
I love e'rybody, don't ask 'bout who I beef with
They burned the bridge but they was standin underneath it
I'm on my grind, Benjamin Hutton
Was old since I was young, call me Benjamin Button
And stop usin slang just for you to be cool
Cause I go BACK to when it was cool to be you
I'm a hero (nah) no I mean I'm here oh
For heroes, y'all chase zeroes
Muh'fucker I just got finished hatin ME feelin like a zero
They played DeNiro, never been there though
So before your next thought, understand
Know it's MUCH more to me than the man
Either that or move onYeah, move on
Keep out trouble (ya mean?)
Good around here
Muh'fucker move on
Don't ask me 'bout no old shit
No choice, either that, or you could move on[Royce Da 5'9"]
It's, it's Nickel
My rhymes reflection of Scarface, supreme soul
Before Jordan was wearin fo'-five, I just look like this, I just seem old
But I had to bleed the blood of a dirty motherfucker
to suffer clean clothes and touch what a king holds
The real estate market is harsh, everything goes
from fo's to who you was doin everything folds
But I cut 'em off and move on to the new checks
New friends chasin my new ends with new threats
Watchin my dreams fold, like a stack of bills
in the pocket of who ain't tryin to push up daffodils
But we the supergroup - you couldn't
handle this shit if you was standin before us carryin a pooper-scoop
You dealt with shady shit, I dealt with Shady's shit
But I'm the only one can truly say I dealt with Shady's shit
I mean that with all respect to Paul and Sheck
But Ryan and Marshall is all you get
My flow's superb, I love Paulie Rosenberg
What I say in a track, those just words
Baby boy forgive me, I'm just street
Cause I can change into anything niggaz want me to be like Mystique
I don't gotta dig deep
To realize Slim bought Big Proof a big jeep
Because he deserved it, second I'm on
The same way Shady did over him when he knew him when he attended Osbourne
Marshall I'm sorry, I knew it wouldn't left
I ain't into fuckin my family like incest
If you remember Ice used to be my life's interest
Tell Hailie my wife just had a princess
Since I made up with Em it's nothin
else that I could move on from so who wants some'n?
Like a jar of Grey Poupon
You gotta ask anybody in any car, one of them move onYou gotta quit askin about a nigga!
I'm tired of this shit (nigga move on)
Just like the rest of the Slaughterhouse is tired of this shit
Shut the fuck up - woo! (motherfucker move on)
Royce Da 5'9" don't give a fuck, about none of that shit!
Yeah (tryin to stop niggaz, move on)
We just tryin to make this money motherfucker
It's, it's.. woo![Crooked I]
Yeah, yeah; when fags picture my interviews
They think I'm in a swimmin pool with women who been abused
So they turn into strippers makin they livin in the nude
One in the middle blowin my inner tube
while the interviewer's gettin ridiculed
Is this your vision? Cool; let me give you a little jewel
Any dude who wanna sit in my tennis shoes is missin SCREWS
Don't get it misconstrued, don't get this shit confused
I'm two seconds from prison fool, I'm a different dude!
Pistol in my reach man, still in Long Beach man
Hopin if my grind don't help me get out my speech can
I been in the streets longer than Yao Ming's wingspan
You can be MTV, I'll be C-SPAN
I deal with politics, bandanas and hollow tips
Half you rappers follow this, role models can swallow DICK!
Was stressed out over cash flow
Hip-Hop used to console my soul, now it's a bunch of assholes
Rap about a dance while I'm targetin cops
Spit some shit for Oscar Grant, hit the sergeant with shots
Make him a +Ghost+ like he part of The Lox
I won't stop recordin, 'til I'm makin songs harder than 'Pac's
If it don't happen, at least a nigga know he right there (I'm right there!)
Every memory under my Dodger hat's a nightmare!
As a kid I had to steal breakfast
And now the best question you have to ask me, "Is this a real necklace?
Where's your beat from Dre, your feature from Cube?"
These things leave people confused
Cause they know I leave speakers abused, I eat the EQ's
I eat through the beat, what's the secret? I think it's the SHOES!
Back in Cali niggaz blaze and stress
Waitin on "Detox" to save the West, ha ha
Even if the shit is dope it ain't givin you niggaz hope
unless your signature's wrote on a check from Interscope – NOPE!Move on, move on
West, Coast, knahmean?
West Coast move on
And all that shit in the past about me bein on Death Row?
Move on, or get moved on
Ha ha, SLAUGHTERHOUSE!
Biatch!yea this my mix from my favorite rapper ludacris"we got them guns"
Royce da 5,9''- Who got Bodied? (Mistah F.A.B diss) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izUa_m9IrDY
M3 DANCING http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sezmgg-4pjU
she go hard support her. lol
Royce da 5,9''- Who got Bodied? (Mistah F.A.B diss) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izUa_m9IrDY
Mistah Fab V Royce Da 5 9 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eCLCRYWetqA
Bar Exam 2 (Is Here!!) http://2dopeboyz.okayplayer.com/2008/09/15/bar-exa...
