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damn man 💔💔 🔥

265 LIONS RD FUCK YA LITT AI PROGRAM I WILL NEVER BOW 2 NO MAN UNDERSTAND TO STAND UNDER NO MAN EVERY TRICK THIS GAME GOT E THINK HE A TRICK U A BITCK PULL UP

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Only ogs remember the flop he disses #flecks

I loved this song from the second I heard it because of how relatable it is.

Brorher Alper, i write this comment for you. İ love you so much. Rest in peace my brother ❤❤❤

Im only 11 but this song is like my life

"Your the same as your crazy dad, your a maniac".....I feel it to much

Ahahahahahahaha 🎉🎉🎉 lol tba what happened.

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Amazing song Jordan! I've been listening to this song for about 5 years now it's still hits me like the first moment I heard it. Much love brother

I needa find my old ipad lmao, 10-15 years ago, heaps of old deleted shit i downloaded on it

Watch out Kerser Carrys crack up his arse should have brang in a sniffer dog

I do this for the streets give a fuck about that rap crown, Huntsville southside yeah made me, trappin in that housos just to feed my baby

Am a puddle

This content exhibits a confidence level rarely achieved. Such a blessing.

This boss be canaz Canuck marshal Newton matters

u r entirely so cute marshal marz

Me loveski the theatrics, always thinking of us biggest balls of em all, on my forehead n cheeks now pweeesh

This song is deleted from spotify

ass

listing to this on my birthday 😢2-14

Realizing i listened to this years ago and know how truly sad i use to be

2:13 is where it hits for me

This help with my suisidal thoughts

BUSHLAND CLASSIC !!!!!!! HUSTLE KING

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This is almost as good as xxxtentacion

2k24 still pumping nter😚

They spent all that money & even the Town houses where my parents and I lived were renovated and then they relocated everyone separating the elderly who lost their close nit friend groups, and then demolished it all for what, it's all still empty..

This hits deep ❤ I love it

Checking he's dacks 😂😂😂 classo.

It’s that time of the year again..

When you go back and forth with yourself that's how it sounds in my shit ass brain that fights itself

Got the full sqaud 3 cars kookd like they all want a piece if the pie . What happened bro

Merks bys bone yard soldier cuz i heard u buzzed out

Bom bra she hurts cunt sprays like i spray ya pudding

i’ve never seen so many dick riders in one comment section before

this the best still, 2023

My soul shares a memory with the creation of this song

came here from Pestilys twitch stream - Tarkov

Yo Check it out It's fucked up 'Cause I don't see either one of us budging I'm withholding my anger Though I'd like to be the strangler Of this punk ass little pussy's puny neck It's my right to insist That he acknowledge my existence But he just displays complete lack of respect That's what he says to himself As he uses magazines to trash me As he sits with both feet up at his desk Smokes a bag of his weed And starts imagining things And he just can't see that he's manically depressed And in his jealousy and envy It just whirls him in a frenzy As he turns on MTV and sees my face He don't exist in this world So he just twists and he twirls Spirals and spins 'til he runs himself into rage And it's destroying him slowly 'Cause he does not even know me Even though he sees me everywhere he goes So he just tortures himself He has no fortune and wealth So he extorts someone else to get his dough And now he's acting like a bully So he tries to push and pull me But he knows that he can't pull me, so he's mad He has no choice but to scream And raise his voice up at me 'Cause it annoys him to see that I ain't scared You ain't no motherfucking (bully) And I ain't bowing to no motherfucking (bully) I won't allow it, ain't gon' cower to no (bully) I'll be damned if I don't stand up to a (bully) Fight like a man and throw my hands up to a (bully) And I know it must be fucking with you emotionally Now I'm not trying to make no more enemies No more, unfortunately There's so many motherfuckers that just are They just keep hounding at me Now that I'm down with 50 Suddenly now I got beef with this faggot Ja But his ass is such a puppet Irv could shove his whole hand up it And just make him say what he wants him to say But Suge has Irv on a string And Irv's so nervous that he Says anything to this man to keep him at bay So now Ja thinks that he's so tough And Murder Inc's the big bad wolf And they go huff and puff and blow our label down But our building's made out of bricks So you ain't takin' our shit I know you just did a song with Bobby Brown So now you try to pull the race card And it backfires in your face hard 'Cause you know we don't play that black and white shit Plus the stylist that you fucked When you was ecstasy'd up Was just a man who's dressed up as a white bitch You ain't no motherfucking (bully) And I ain't bowing to no motherfucking (bully) I won't allow it, ain't gon' cower to no (bully) I'll be damned if I don't stand up to a (bully) Fight like a man and throw my hands up to a (bully) You must be takin' too much (E) Now what bothers me the most About hip-hop is we so close To picking up where we left off with Big and Pac We just lost Jam Master J Big L got blasted away Plus we lost Bugs, Slayed Son, and Freaky Ta It's like a never-ending cycle That just seems to come full circle Everyone's gotta be so fucking hard I'm not excluding myself 'Cause I been stupid as well I been known to lose it when someone says something smart But as we grow as men, we learn to let shit go but then again there's only so much bullshit we can really stand We all got reps to uphold When someone steps on our toes It's no exception, it goes for every man But if Irv really gave a fuck About Ja like he claims he does He'd wake him up and make his boy get off them drugs But he just keeps feedin' him pills So if that E doesn't kill him Someone from G-Unit will and I ain't buzzed Dawg, I'm talking to you straight If the situation escalates Any worse, we're gonna lose another soldier to this game And if I get killed for this rap I got a million in cash That says I will get you back in Hailie's name You ain't no motherfucking (bully) And I ain't bowing to no motherfucking (bully) I won't allow it, ain't gon' cower to no (bully) I'll be damned if I don't stand up to a (bully) Fight like a man and throw my hands up to a (bully) Irving, get your boy up off that (E) Get at me, dawg Holla

[Intro: Eminem & Hailie] Hailie, what do you want to be when you grow up, baby? I don't know, but I don't want to grow up to be like Ja Rule's little dirty-ass kids Aha Yeah C'mon G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit Hailie (What?), come here, baby! Bring Daddy his Oscar! (Okay) We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple I'm quick to murder ink with lead And I ain't talkin' 'bout a pencil Look at what the fuck you done got into I see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrual Claimin' you a murderer, and you spelt it wrong You put E before the D because that's all you on, You on Pac's dick (Bitch), you a replica guy If he was still alive, you would never get by (For real) All you do is cry, bitch, keep it real Life is more than imitatin' niggas and eatin' pills (Ha) And what kind of motherfucker ruins three deals That another nigga got you? They didn't see skills And I ain't playin', you a brother gettin' cheated And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover, ‘cause he need it, And all you niggas hatin', shut your mouths It's just that real niggas ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out [Verse 2: Obie Trice] Do-Re-Mi, but we don't sing, muhfuckas So Murder Inc, do your thing, muhfuckas You unleashed on a team Who expects nothin' less than R&B coming from that regime "Regime" is a little extreme Neck and neck with soldiers, muhfuckin' Marines Ja sold his soul to sing Weave eye-witness team on the TV screen, chase the greed Now that you've embraced the green Don't fuck with the triple beams You's a motherfuckin' actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper Slash Billie Holiday-how it happen? Artist and repertoire saw him in action Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him Told him, "Reenact him, you go platinum!" They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenactin' her boy So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash and destroy Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, motherfucker [Chorus: Eminem] Do-re-mi, fa-so-la-ti-da Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not Shooting at me, with the only shot you got Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop [Verse 3: Kuniva] Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs To the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugs We don't take you serious, nigga, you shook You half of a half-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook, nigga And you can't replace the late great one And when you gone, you only gon' be the late fake one Nigga, please stick to the script Before the guns, stick to the clip And, Benzino, you ain't shit but a midget Fuckin' old-ass, ignorant, innocent-lookin' senior citizen Built up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive Wait a minute, hold on: is it me, or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on? A bitch-made man; now, how you gonna connect With them short ass arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex You niggas can scream, holler and curse Go ahead, respond and pull that pen and pad up outta your purse [Verse 4: Proof] Slim didn't send Proof to get at the wankstas He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas What up, Gotti? And this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the ground for stepping on bush stones What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggas? Roll like a boss in the streets, they still feel us It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept You talking nonsense to walking bomb threats Contact was blown by Benzetta in The Source Threaten at the boss, you gon' see me on your porch Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us But Detroit niggas early and ain't scurred to bust [Verse 5: Kon Artist] Word to my nigga Bugz, punks like you get beat up Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater This rap cookie monster get jabbed in the tonsils With dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina Who's behind ya? Cadillac Pac or that transvestite That dress like a Lil Kim fox? You're just like a little windbox When I press tight on the trigger of this Glock Now, swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat You knock Pac's songs without love will help you sleep You got shot in your video tryna mock Pac You Makaveli, get your own identity! [Chorus: Eminem] Doe-rae-me, fa-so-la-ti-da Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not Shooting at me, with the only shot you got Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop [Outro: Obie Trice] Yeah! That's right, motherfuckers Shady Records, what you know about it? Fuck Benzino! Fuck Ja Rule! Nigga This Obie Trice right here talkin' to you motherfuckers Ja Rule punk ass Yeah Fuckin' Soul 4 Real ass Nigga, that's Soul 4 Rea- That's the nigga from Soul 4 Real! Candy Rain-ass nigga, he got a deal, now he rappin' You don't know what's Faggot-ass motherfuckers Get money to all my real niggas, man Obie Trice D12 G-Unit 50 Cent Hailie Jade Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha [Outro: Hailie and Eminem] Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me? No, honey, you, guys, are the same size Ha-ha-ha-ha

[Intro: Eminem] This ain't beef man I don't know what the fuck to call it But no beef What up, X? Just hit 'em [Verse 1: Eminem] I float like Big's spirit in this bitch, I'm ghostly Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me I'll have my motherfucking ass kicked by Moby If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over me To do war and try to bring my crew back down I'll never stoop to that level to do that now I got a new cat, this time I'm pulling two gats out With bullets (*bang*) I finally got something to shoot at now [Verse 2: Xzibit] Let's see who got they city on lock Let's see who got the better aim with the Glock Let's see who come out on top Let's see who really want their name in the streets Let's see who wanna die the same time as me and make ends meet Now was I blessed with a gift or cursed with a curse? I follow (Ugh!) hearse after hearse spit verse after verse And I'll be damned if I let belly dance Dupri Or anybody swing an axe at my family tree So now! [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I love it when you niggas be talking, saying my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain Put your nuts on the table, my nigga, let's play the game Hurt you so long, you'll be a-ddicted to pain I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name [Verse 3: Xzibit] Why do you hate me? I came from nothing Blood, sweat, and tears, you did not create me How can you doubt me? You don't know shit about me There'd be no West Coast without me Cut with the bullshit, I struggle for survival And now you tryna act like my rival? Watch what you say, partner, it's a small earth Don't play games with your life, nigga, it's not worth... All the pain (All the pain), all the agony (All the agony) All the horror (All the horror), all the tragedy (All the tragedy) Put your hands up people, it's time to fight now! I beat holes in your chest, remain hostile Threaten my life? (C'mon!) One day, you'll understand They say that pride is the sign of a foolish man So who the FUCK! you think you talking to? Live and direct in the flesh, I'm right in front of you! [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I love it when you niggas be talking, saying my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain Put your nuts on the table, my nigga let's play the game Hurt you so long, you'll be a-ddicted to pain I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name [Verse 4: Eminem] I never really smashed on Jermaine's ass, Dre smashed him Nobody ganged up 'til he came back and jacked him I never really brought it to his ass, I tapped him I could have been like Treach, poom-papped and slapped him Purple, for mimicking him with two rapping Urkels I could have snapped, took it past rap and hurt you But I didn't, I kept it on wax and served you I square dance 'cause I'm sick of rapping circles Around these clowns, steady trying to call me out It's like I'm listening to motherfucking dogs meow You'd probably do better trying to come and stomp me out You don't want it with rap, this is what I'm all about (C'mon!) (I) Real gangsta, you ain't neither (Will) But I know that I spit ether (Not) I shit across your belly (Lose) Show you I'm not R. Kelly (X!) Pass me the weed I'ma put my ashes out on his ass for the last time, man: Watch your fucking mouth [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I love it when you niggas be talking, saying my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same Better have a strap, my nigga, simple and plain Put your nuts on the table, my nigga, let's play the game Hurt you so long, you'll be a-ddicted to pain I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain Right before you lay in your coffin, ho, say my name [Outro: Eminem] It's the last time, man I'm through

these lyrics hits hard, especially at the start of 2:02

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Damm

Bra both verses are fire af!!!

This song is just so fucking good and I don’t know why I like it so much

God dam I feel so related to this