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samples from 2Pac albums)
Follow me!
I see death around the corner

(Master P)
Ya thought it was over
But it's only the beginnig, thug niggas don't die
One born every minute, 2 pac don't leave
That's what they're screaming
But theese niggas on this earth is the demons
God call my dog, it's time to move on
You a rider, jump in the Pimp caddy
Get you're cruise on
God got you now, no more penitentiary
You'se a soldier, nigga you made history
Hoes moaning, no more pain
Took my dogs to another place another gang
It's still westside, till we die
Niggas roll, reminisce and getting high
Thug nigga, no more tears, moma shared
No more pain in the muthaphukkin' new year
Cause you're in heaven with the other G's
We scream, Makaveli to our enemies
You're like a ghost, to the niggas in the Eastcoast
Makaveli number one in every recordstore
You live life to the fullest, then you die
You taught niggas never run, just ride
Killaz, that's what you hanged with
Gangstaz, that's what you banged with
You felt dead around the corner, but you came out
Real niggas don't change, that's what's you'se about
You taught niggas to take pain, be a man
That's why 2Pac, nigga scream your name
Tatooed up with t-shirt
When you die you say ashes and no dirt
See, you'se a legend in your own time
Ghetto millionaire from gangsta rhyme
Cause your, real to the fullest
If you had a trigga, nigga you pull it
R.I.P to my thug niggas, see you in the crossroads
Rough from Master P, MUCH LOVE NIGGA!
 

 

 

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New school

 

 

 

 

 

Old School

 

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Intro: Dr. Dre 

I know you're bobbin your head, cause I can see yah (repeat 4X) 
You can't see me, hah 
Back up in that ass once again 
With some of Dat Nigga Daz shit 
Beatin up on your ear drums with some of that G Funk 
Some of that gangsta funk 
Some of that ghetto funk 
Call it what you want, just don't forget the G 
Got the motherfuckin Dogg Pound in the house 
Now tell me what's poppin in your head my brother 
What you want to do end up dead motherfucker 
I don't know why we got to kill each other 
Cause on the streets it's do or die motherfucker 
Now as a child I was raised in the church 
Now what ever possessed me to do the shit that I do to put you in the 
dirt 
I gives a fuck about a nigga on the street 
I'm runnin ninety-fo' and I done ran ninety-three, don't like no 
hurdle 
For the murders I committed in my Omni Fo' convertable 
And not a soul saw who did it 
As I lean to the side in my Omni G-Ride 
On a mission, fo' deep, Dogg Pound do or die 
Now if you see me mobbin down the street what would you think (not) 
Realizing that I'm surviving off instinct 
What makes my mind click to perfect timing 
For me to twist shit switchin bullshit the fuck up like The Shining 
Cause I'm in my own zone, alone look down 
You think you saw but death is all round like a ghost town 
Perhaps you, know I axe you 
Fool if I have to, can you comprehend or adapt to 
Respect to the Deathrow Inmates 
Deathrow Inmates lawd dem never hesitate 
To bust a gun shot, in a i-diot face 
Dis is Dogg Pound and your life goes to waste 
Fraid, Dogg Pound carry no grace 
Lifetime in static, put you inna your place 
Dogg Pound be killin a bitch mentality 
Mess with Dogg Pound and you be dead each way 
Lawd 
Now I'm Dat Nigga Daz, everywhere I roll I'm set to blast 
The way to success is elevating too fast 
Every corner that I turn, there's money to burn 
With no concern count the amount there's more to be earned 
Set-Trip, the word I hear every nigga spit 
Sixty percent's trippin forty percent's bullshittin 
Industy's shady, my safety's in jeapordy 
Control the mind with mental telepathy nigga 
Shady as fuck, Kurupt can see it in your eyes 
Anticipatin for the real to come from the disguise 
The Pound, we roll thick like one-time 
And I could fuck your bitch after I bust just one rhyme 
All we do is smoke weed and get blitzed 
And kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit 
Kick that motherfuckin gangsta shit 
Well I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two 
or will I drop, a fallen star that has been forgotten not 
In the past, I mainly hustled for the cash 
surprised to see that nigga rise up on that ass 
Anybody killa, do or die if I have to 
On deck, twenty-four seven and blastin if I have to 
I live my life I done swore to courtin trigger long 
Who would stop the movement why I journied so far 
From the danger that lurks, from the one that's out doin dirt 
Step to modify this and vanish away from this Earth 
Beyond the heartbreaks and heartaches, rest in peace 
Riders died death is unexplainable when you die 

Outro: Prince Ital 

We don't got to stoop low 
We don't got to stoop low 
We don't got to stoop to your level 
But when they see we coming lawd 
Now when they see we coming lawd 
Now when they see we coming lawd they tremble 
Cause we a rebel, terror from a well fractured gun 
And you know we keep it real to make your life invisible 
So don't fuck, you betta be respectable 
The nine millimeter, is really dreadable 
Wicked an wild yes you're wicked an wild 
Prince Ital Joe yes you're well versatile 
Is it Dogg Pound yes you're well versatile 
Dey form de picture of the gangsta styler 
An wild yes you're wicked an wild, Dogg Pound 
An wild yes you're wicked an wild 
Is it Death Row yes you're well versatile 
Yes, gangsta drop make the gangsta smile 
De sexy girls dey love de Doggystyle 
An wild, yes you're wicked an wild 
An wild... hahaha.. eazy! 
Dogg Pound, run tings, why'know, yeah 
Cause we no respect no guys 
Cause guys dick arder than shit 
We no take orders, we give orders 
Respect to the crew 
Nigga Daz Kurupt an Dre, come down 
EAZY! Yeah 
West coast, everytime, everytime, big-up! 
To the Death Row posse 
Lawd! 
Nuff respect 
Just quote, de faggot come here wit de violence 
Death Row are gon make you dead and silence 
Well dem fraid to try, when afraid of no person an 
No faggot come here actin like dis 
Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha 
Yes star Ital, you're large 
Big up Daz an de crew 
Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime 
EAZY! 
Dr. Dre an de massive 
Yeah

 

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Take em up, take em out, bring em out dead
Shine em up, shine em up, shine a bald head.
One gun, two gun, three gun, four
Your mind is all about crime
Onyx

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
It's time to get live, live, live like a wire
I set a whole choir on fire
Well done on the grill, Chyskillz kills
The no frills that try to diss me, they get crispy
Ha, ha hah hah, and we do it like this
And that, get back I attack tracks
Cause they can burn in hell shit for all that I care
Beware the bald heads, the dreads dead if they there
Stick ups assassin, tracks a new reaction
These fuckin niggas shoulda made the All-Madden!
Onyx is wrecking shit, slip slide step quick
Super on the tenant, the kids crash like a rented
The shit they write is black and white, well mine’s got mad color
Ain’t that right my blunt brother?!
Word up, raise it up
We do it with the crew that don't give a fuck

[Bridge]
So throw ya guns in the air, throw ya guns in the air
Buck buck like ya don’t care

[Verse 2: Suave]
Uh oh heads up cause we droppin some shit on ya now
Chyskillz, Onyx, Tec-9 for a while
Keep ya eyes open in a fight, I’m a swell em
The hardcore style, rowdy and wild hits I’ma sell em
To all competition slide back then listen
I’m kickin all that shit to the doormat
Claimin this domain, cause mad pains, bloodstains, long range
Got gats, crazy clips, I sink ships, cut faces like a pirate
I’m never caught or sought for the mad shit that I did
Heard? You got the word so observe
I shatter and splatter bodies and bones and bust nerves open
I always leave my barrel smokin

[Hook]
Throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don’t care
Just throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don’t care
Just throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don’t care
Just throw ya guns in the air, and buck buck like ya just don’t care

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]
I hate your fuckin guts and I hope that you die
Sticky Fingaz’ my name and my life is a lie
Plus I’m havin a bad day so stay outta my way
And what the pistol packin people say ya better obey
Just in the nick of time, I commit the perfect crime
Rip my heart out my chest, put it right into a rhyme.
I don't feel pain cause it's all in the mind
And what’s mines is mines, and yours is mine
Don't fucking blink or I'mma rob yo' ass blind
Onyx, is ripping shit, I got the Tec-9
So what the bumba clot boy buck-buck-buck-buck
It’s a catastrophe, fuckin with me G.
I'm a bald head with a knife
I want your money or your life
So, so, so, so

[Hook]

[Outro:]
We the motherfuckin Onyx
And we don't give a flying motherfucking fuck
Ay yo DS man we gonna come get you out of jail man
Fuck that, yo DS we coming man, we got the bail
We got the bail, we gonna break you out man
Fuck that, yeah
We the fuck up out of this piece

 

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Don't phuck with the KLUB

 

 

 

Gangsta Parté, mes nez de guerre.

 

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[Intro: 2Pac & Snoop Dogg]
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Eh, light that up, Snoop! Why you actin like that?
Ahh shit, you done fucked up now
(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two of America's most wanted in the same motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time
(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
Y'all niggas about to feel this
(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
Break out the Champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms, have one on us, a'ight?
(Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
A toast to the gangsters

[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision
My intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg, my fuckin' homie
You's a cold-ass nigga on them hogs

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Sho 'nuff, I keep my hand on my gun
'Cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in the courtroom, waitin' on the outcome
"Free 2Pac" is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time, it seems they tryin' to take mine
So I'ma get smart and get defensive and shit
And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
So now they got us laced
Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin' cases
Bitches get ready for the throw down
The shit's about to go down
Me and Snoop about to clown
I'm losin' my religion
I'm vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game
But you got the rules missin'
Niggas be actin' like they savage
They out to get the cabbage
I've got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish

[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
I've got a pit named Petey, she Nigerina
I've got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And I think I've got a black Beamer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal
It feels good to you, baby-bubba
You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker

[Verse 5: 2Pac]
Now follow as we ride
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the Westside
And I can make you famous
Niggas been dyin' for years, so how could they blame us?
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin' these motherfuckin' G's
If you got it, better flaunt it
Another warrant for two of America's most wanted

[Hook: Daz Dillinger + 2Pac]
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

[Verse 6: 2Pac]
Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatever's left of me
Jealousy is misery, sufferin' is greed
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me
I bust and flee, these niggas must be crazy, what?
There ain't no mercy
Motherfuckers who can't fade the thugs
You thought it was, but it wasn't, now disappear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
It's like Cuz/Blood gang-bangin'
Everybody in the party doin' dope-slangin'
You gotta have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl
You doin' your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kids

[Verse 8: 2Pac]
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I got a throw-away
Floatin' in the black Benz, tryin' to do a show a day
They wonder how I live with five shots
Niggas is hard to kill on my block
Schemes for currency and dough-related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it
My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted

[Hook: Daz Dillinger + 2Pac]
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
(Nothin' but a gangsta party
It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party)
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

[Outro: 2Pac]
Biatch! Where you at? Where you at?
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Yeah, Death Row

 

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Ya 
Hey, Hey 
Ya 
Wallaye t'es fignolé 

Oh merde, Jaws Jaws 
(Tourelle fort, pull up Jaws) 
Yaa ! 
Pull up sur le stage j'ai pas d'autre projet stable 
Ya ya 
J'ai le globe, j'ai pas le time : parle monnaie 
Marche, marche dans la zone 
Jaws, Jaws dans les oreilles 

C'est quoi la mode ? 
C'est giflé ces hommes 
Ces tchoins qui pensent peser des tonnes 
Leur briser les côtes 
Pour eux c'est beaucoup moins chaud que briser l'écran de leur Iphone 
Ils encaissent les ordres 
Un modèle de droïde, créé pour miner de l'or et se vider les poches 
De toute sorte de monnaie dès qu'il croise le regard d'un "lord" 

Oh merde, grosse passe, grosse famille, grosse table 
Yaa ! 
Pull up sur le stage, j'ai pas d'autre projet stable 
Ya, Ya 
J'ai le globe, j'ai pas le time parle monnaie 
Marche, marche dans la zone 
Jaws, Jaws dans les oreilles 

C'est quoi l'affaire ? 
Repérer les faibles, leurs donner de quoi niquer des mères 
Ramasser l'oseille, sans te bouffer les nerfs 
Comme t'as toujours rêvé de le faire 
C'est pas un rêve, frère 
Oui, c'est réel, frère 
On est tous dans la même sphère 
Révèle ton autorité, ton idée n'as pas besoin d'être majoritaire, frère 
Voyager avec mon squad 
Produire des folies 
Voir la map se quadriller 
C'est sur la rose de sparrow, ce soir 
Qu'il faut parier 
Je veux plus voir le calendrier 
Yaa ! 
J'écris bourré au comptoir 
Je dois vivre ma vie 
Je dois plus me permettre de la niquer 
Je serais heureux que dans l'art 
On dois bouger detère, cesser de remplir le cendrier 
Nan, nan 

Nan, pas ce soir je suis occupé je t'es dis 
J’apprends les Kanjis 
Nan, Nan 
Nan pas de questions dans ma tête tu ne rentres pas, c'est comme dans un camp de gitan 
Nan pas ce soir je suis occupé je t'ai dis 
J’apprends les Kanjis 
Nan 
Nan, pas de questions dans ma tête tu rentres pas, c'est comme dans un camp de gitan 
Tokyo ride dehors 
Les factures dans le passeport 
Yaa ! 
6 heures à pied je suis mort 
Ça crève mème en Yamamoto 
Yaa ! 
A 3.30 je suis hors de mes gonds 
J'pose mais j'ai honte de mes mots 
Yaa ! 
Je suis péter j'ai perdu les autres 
Après 3 "strongue" zéro 

Oh merde, gros périple, long trajet, on s'taille 
Yaa ! 
Pull up sur le stage, j'ai pas d'autre projet stable 
Ya Ya 
J'ai le globe, j'ai pas le time parle monnaie 
Marche; marche dans la zone 
Jaws; Jaws dans les oreilles 

C'est quoi la vie ? 
Taffer à l'usine, passer 2 semaines en Tunisie 
Payer a son fils 
Une école de riches 
Car tu veux qu'il dirige l'usine 
A 70 piges, si t'es toujours en vie 
Tu d'manderas au fils de ton fils ce qui lui fait envie 
S'il répond artiste, tu te battras pour qu'il développe sa fibre 
"Gin sai wa kimi desu 
O ken ni ikimassu 
Sé kay wa okidess 
Jitaku dé dintaku sé kiru mass 
Gin sai wa ki métess 
O ken ni i ké mass 
Sekai wa okidesu 
Jitaku dé dintaku sé kiru mass" 

Oh merde, Jaws Jaws 
(Tourelle fort, pull up Jaws) 
Yaa ! 
Pull up sur le stage j'ai pas d'autre projet stable 
Ya Ya 
J'ai le globe, j'ai pas le time parle monnaie 
Marche, marche dans la zone 
Jaws, Jaws dans les oreilles

 

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The Best There Is, The Best There Was, The Best There Ever Will Be.

 

 

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[Verse 1: Planetary]
Yeah! Yo, uh
A lot of rappers try approaching the omen
My poems will punish your people while I’m up at the podium
Pharaohs folding 'em, like washed clothes again
I'm a vulture when the flow go choke your kin
Broke, I leave most of them, slow, I keep my motionin'
Eye on the prize
I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry
Making a secret society expose their purpose
Making 'em unleash info and explode in my surface
I'm taking my time to birth this, rap entity earthless
It's show time, there's no time, be ready when the curtain split
I'm hurtin' shit, too powerful for painkillers
On the concrete jungle we walk like trained guerillas
Untamed, and my niggas is Kane, Kool G, Rakim, combined into one frame
We like the new mecca of immaculate rappers
Vinnie Paz, call the goons, now we back with the clappers

[Verse 2: Chief Kamachi]
Yo, remain silent, kill him with what I mentally says
Bloody Fez, choke you like an Indian rez
Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a cannibal smirk
Welcome, this where the murderers lurk
It's my mind, that make sure that the Sun can work
Scorch bodies, leave all of your gunmen hurt
Pharaoh sultans, create a serious cult jam
And my hand is where the tears of the pope ran
They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam
I'm in Heaven with the angels that smoke grams
You need God, that's why the earth so damned
International, trying to get my flow banned
That's cool, if I don't kick these prayers
A lot of floods and fam' is gonna hit these years
Kamachi back on the chapel stairs
Open the clouds, let the thunder clap your ears

[Verse 3: King Syze]
You wanna put your money up? Then muthafucker then put it
For your family's sanity man, I wish that you wouldn't
Niggas got nice flows, just dont know where to put it
And I know your whole life your raps are edited footage
And y'all mixtape niggas couldn't see my plateaus
All up in my presence, while y'all actin' bashful
King Syze casting an ecliptic rap flow
Y'all little light niggas couldn't feed my shadows
From, city to city, intersection to section
But you reflexin', with or without a weapon
I'm always steppin', never scared
But always and forever prepared
Yeah the ones who drink gas man is revvin' their gears

[Verse 4: Reef the Lost Cauze]
You now rocking' with the foulest clique in the continent
Total dominance, rise to prominence
In my prime like Optimus, stand in astonishment
At this conglomerate, an axis of evil
I know where Osama is, he down in Camp David
Down and dirty like a damp basement
The champ must demand greatness
From himself, or be another contender
There's hundreds of niggas
Dead left under the river
From the days of slaves
To hurricanes in Orleans
See my people's graves floatin' amongst the waves
There's hell to pay, but
The devil don't take checks
I tried to send a message to God
His phone don't take texts
I need a new plan, a crook with knowledge
Times is hard homie, why I took them dollars
Man, my momma got a mortgage
And my little baby sister need books for college
I rob all of y'all

 

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J'ai voulu m'intéresser au hip hop depuis bien longtemps, mais en vain. Dernièrement, un petit documentaire est apparut sur netflix et je ne fais qu'écouter cela depuis quelques semaines. Je ne pensais jamais trouvé ce monde aussi fascinant.

 

 

 

 

Je suis aussi grand fan des chaînes Youtube de Lofi Hiphop. Parfait quand t'es programmeurs.

 

 

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