| here's three ill lines......some people think Pac is better than 50 some people think 50 is better than pac....but no matter what the truth is.......B.I.G. is better than both them.......
50 Cent
I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven
Sittin politic with passengers from nine eleven
The Lord's blessins leave me lyrically inclined
<REMOVED> I ain't even got to try to shine
God's the seamstress that tailor fitted my pain
I got scriptures in my brain I could spit at yo dame
Straight out the good book, look, <REMOVED> is shook
Fifty fear no man, Warrior, swingin swords like Conan
it's good......50 is def better than Lil Wayne and Twista( whoever said dem <REMOVED> was better needs their head examined! )
2 Pac
Trapped in this world of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c'mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin sherm, drinkin malt liquor, father forgive her
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin, fell in love with the struggle
Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin
<REMOVED>all, watch em fall screamin, automatic gunfire
exorcisin all demons
Mafias on the side, my congregation high, ready to die
We bail out to take the jail back, <REMOVED> united
Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked
Touch you in every secret place, I can hardly wait
to bust freely, got you red hot, you so happy to see me
Make the frontpage primetime live on TV
<REMOVED> my girlfriend, baby forty-five but she still live
One shot make a <REMOVED> heartbeat stop
Daaaaaamn Pac is definately hott as hades and there is no denyin that........
When I die, <REMOVED>I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of <REMOVED>, it ain't hard to <REMOVED>tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict <REMOVED>
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my <REMOVED>
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
<REMOVED> that <REMOVED>, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a <REMOVED>abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my <REMOVED>hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw <REMOVED>, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this <REMOVED>
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull <REMOVED>
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless <REMOVED>buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my <REMOVED>mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is <REMOVED>callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (<REMOVED>, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my <REMOVED> Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of <REMOVED> lyin', I'm sick of <REMOVED>hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
(BANG)
(hey yo big...hey yo big)
But the illest verse goes to Big........no doubt.......B.I.G. and Pac was way ahead of they time......it's a respect thing......you respect them both.....50 respects them, he does his thing......don't compare 50 to Big and Pac on his first TRUE studio release! | |