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Jaibalayya
Pilla Bewarse
Username: Jaibalayya
Post Number: 19
Registered: 09-2007
Posted From: 210.49.222.176
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Votes: 0(Vote!) | | Posted on Saturday, July 19, 2008 - 11:50 am: |    |
Am 
Nbk-God Of Masses |
Andhramass
Celebrity Bewarse
Username: Andhramass
Post Number: 20698
Registered: 07-2006
Posted From: 122.49.163.30
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Votes: 0(Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, July 18, 2008 - 9:29 pm: | |
yethayindi nayakesh nekkuu
makku pori ni gokkava endhi
మాస్ అంటే ఇష్టం, బెజవాడ అంటే ప్రాణం |
310
Pilla Bewarse
Username: 310
Post Number: 242
Registered: 12-2006
Posted From: 138.32.32.166
Rating:N/A
Votes: 0(Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, July 18, 2008 - 2:34 pm: | |
ee roju dinner ki McD ne dikku manaku  |
310
Pilla Bewarse
Username: 310
Post Number: 236
Registered: 12-2006
Posted From: 138.32.32.166
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Votes: 0(Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, July 18, 2008 - 2:17 pm: | |
>.Ass Like that vinnava Eminem di alane
buthu patale ani vodilesaa danni yenduku ippudu avi manaku ani |
Karra_billa
Pilla Bewarse
Username: Karra_billa
Post Number: 148
Registered: 05-2006
Posted From: 12.168.68.11
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Votes: 0(Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, July 18, 2008 - 1:54 pm: | |
Intaki nakudu gaa
Ass Like that vinnava Eminem di alane
na fav ever green song SHAKE THAT ASS vinu kummestundi |
Karra_billa
Pilla Bewarse
Username: Karra_billa
Post Number: 147
Registered: 05-2006
Posted From: 12.168.68.11
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Votes: 0(Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, July 18, 2008 - 1:52 pm: | |
aah kinda lyrics ki chaala story undi, so characters gurinchi raasee time ippudu ledu<<<<
Biggie biggie biggie rocks alwaysss |
Jaibalayya
Pilla Bewarse
Username: Jaibalayya
Post Number: 14
Registered: 09-2007
Posted From: 210.49.222.176
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Votes: 0(Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, July 18, 2008 - 1:30 pm: | |
Nbk-God Of Masses |
310
Pilla Bewarse
Username: 310
Post Number: 234
Registered: 12-2006
Posted From: 138.32.32.166
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Votes: 0(Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, July 18, 2008 - 1:15 pm: | |
googling chesi evening aa song lo story kanukkunta evening |
Naatu
Kurra Bewarse
Username: Naatu
Post Number: 1052
Registered: 03-2004
Posted From: 192.44.136.113
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Votes: 0(Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, July 18, 2008 - 1:14 pm: | |
aah kinda lyrics ki chaala story undi, so characters gurinchi raasee time ippudu ledu
Behold the king of lentilopolis |
Jaibalayya
Pilla Bewarse
Username: Jaibalayya
Post Number: 8
Registered: 09-2007
Posted From: 210.49.222.176
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Votes: 0(Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, July 18, 2008 - 1:11 pm: | |
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Naatu
Kurra Bewarse
Username: Naatu
Post Number: 1051
Registered: 03-2004
Posted From: 192.44.136.113
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Votes: 0(Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, July 18, 2008 - 1:10 pm: | |
Old skool rap
Hit 'em Up
Intro: Tupac
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)
Verse One: Tupac
First off, •••• your bitch in the clit you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't •••• around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so •••• peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
•••• wit' me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...
Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...
Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll nigguz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!
Verse Two:
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up
Chorus
Verse Three: Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
All you niggaz living bummy, while you fuckin' wit me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up
Verse Four:
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you heards
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the ••••
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked
Verse Four:
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approchin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em up
Outro: Tupac
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the •••• they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna •••• with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you •••• around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the •••• up, fore you get smacked the •••• up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
•••• you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
•••• Mobb Deep
•••• Biggie
•••• Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then •••• you too
Chino XL, •••• you too
All you motherfuckers, •••• you too
(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, •••• you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs West side till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz blast as our staff got guns at they
motherfuckers back, you know how it is
When we drop records they feel it
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, •••• EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes
Behold the king of lentilopolis |
310
Pilla Bewarse
Username: 310
Post Number: 233
Registered: 12-2006
Posted From: 138.32.32.166
Rating:N/A
Votes: 0(Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, July 18, 2008 - 1:09 pm: | |
some info to understand the song better
KIM - Eminem' wife
HAILIE - Eminem' Daughter with KIM |
310
Pilla Bewarse
Username: 310
Post Number: 232
Registered: 12-2006
Posted From: 138.32.32.166
Rating:N/A
Votes: 0(Vote!) | | Posted on Friday, July 18, 2008 - 1:07 pm: | |
Where's my snare?
I have no snare in my headphones - there you go
Yeah.. yo, yo
[Eminem]
Have you ever been hated or discriminated against?
I have; I've been protested and demonstrated against
Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times
Sick as the mind of the motherfuckin kid that's behind
all this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's explodin
Tempers flarin from parents just blow 'em off and keep goin
Not takin nothin from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathin
Keep kickin ass in the mornin and takin names in the evenin
Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth
See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out
Look at me now; I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you momma?
I'ma make you look so ridiculous now
[Chorus: Eminem]
I'm sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleanin out my closet (one more time)
I said I'm sorry momma!
I never meant to hurt you!
I never meant to make you cry; but tonight
I'm cleanin out my closet
[Eminem]
Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet
and I don't know if no one knows it
So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it
I'ma expose it; I'll take you back to '73
before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin CD
I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months
My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch
cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye
No I don't on second thought I just fuckin wished he would die
I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin her side
Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try
to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake
I maybe made some mistakes
but I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face them today
What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb
But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets outta that gun
Cuz I'da killed him; shit I woulda shot Kim and them both
It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"
[Chorus]
[Eminem]
Now I would never diss my own momma just to get recognition
Take a second to listen for who you think this record is dissin
But put yourself in my position; just try to envision
witnessin your momma poppin prescription pills in the kitchen
Bitchin that someone's always goin throuh her purse and shit's missin
Goin through public housin systems, victim of Munchausen's Syndrome
My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't
'til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach
doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me Ma?
So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma?
But guess what? You're gettin older now and it's cold when your lonely
And Nathan's growin up so quick he's gonna know that your phony
And Hailie's gettin so big now; you should see her, she's beautiful
But you'll never see her - she won't even be at your funeral!
See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong
Bitch do your song - keep tellin yourself that you was a mom!
But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get
You selfish bitch; I hope you fuckin burn in hell for this shit
Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me?
Well guess what, I +AM+ dead - dead to you as can be! |
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