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Op 30 augustus 2000 09:28 schreef ArchAngel het volgende:
Ik wil op zich best een keer naar een M&G komen, maar et is idd altijd zo kut ver weg

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Op 30 augustus 2000 11:08 schreef Ulx het volgende:

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En in dit topic schrijft AA "... ik respect heb voor die mensen, et zijn gewoon goeie artiesten ... Dus WAAROM kunnen jullie niet gewoon zeggen "OK ik mag z'n muziek niet, maar ik vin et een zeer goeie artiest en ik heb respect voor em".. " om binnen 24 in het (gangsta) rap topic GURU af te fakkelen

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Doc op 30-08-2000 11:45]

R.I.P.

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door Beezz op 30-08-2000 17:55]

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Op 30 augustus 2000 17:53 schreef Ulx het volgende:
leer eens een plaatje plaatsen!

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Goh, Beezz kan het wel

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Op 30 augustus 2000 10:44 schreef Oxazepam het volgende:
Dan pak je toch even je Magnum 44, die zet je bij een automobilist op z'n porum en dan jat je z'n auto toch gewoon?

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Who needs a gun when you have satan?

(wow.. dat lijkt me wel een leuke signature )

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Op 30 augustus 2000 21:35 schreef Fieldy het volgende:
TMF Niveau

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Op 30 augustus 2000 21:35 schreef Fieldy het volgende:
TMF Niveau

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TMF=commercieel, maar met mooie VJs..

dus.. we zijn commercieel maar wel mooi?

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Op 30 augustus 2000 10:00 schreef Ulx het volgende:
respect heb ik niet voor mensen die criminaliteit verheerlijken

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Op 30 augustus 2000 20:13 schreef ArchAngel het volgende:
Ja, dan moet ik nog een rijbewijs zien te klauwen...

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Op 30 augustus 2000 22:45 schreef ArchAngel het volgende:
Noem mij eens een zin waarin hij criminaliteit verheerlijkt..

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As I was beatin on a cop, I heard a gun click
Then tha gun shot, but I wasn't hit
I turned around it was my homie with tha gun in hand
He shot tha cop, now he's a dead man
I said, come on, it's time for us ta get away
They called for back up, and they'll be on their way
Jumped in tha car, and tried ta get away quick
Tha car wouldn't start, we in deep shit
So we jumped out, (come on, let's take tha cops car)
We drove a little ways thinking that we got far
But I looked up and all I saw was blue lights
If I die tonight, i'm dying in a gun fight
I grabed tha AK, my homie took tha 12 gauge
Load'em up quick, it's time for us ta spray
We'll shot'em up with they own fuckin weapons
And when we threw spraying, then we stepin
This is a lesson, to tha rednecks and crooked cops
You fuck with real niggas, get ya fuckin ass dropped
So here we go, tha police against us
Dark at dusk, and waiting for tha guns ta bust
What's next, I don't know and I don't care
One things for sure, tommorrow I won't be here
But if I go, i'm taken all these punks with me

Nog een...

From Tupacalypse Now - Crooked Ass Nigga

Catch him on the streets, bring him to his feet, quick
Pass the clip, I think I see him coming now
Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and lets run him down
Gots to be the first one to hit yah when we meet
Coming quickly up the street, is the punk ass police
The first one jumped out and said freeze
I popped him in his knees and shot him punk please
These cops are reminded, and get us as when we rush
Now you clear like a bitch cause you don't know how to hush
Now back to the smoke of the robbery
I tell you like Latifah, mutha-fucker give me body
One to the chest, another to his fucking dome
Now the shit can rest, yo tell 'em to leave me the fuck alone

En nog een...

From:R U Still Down? - Ready 4 Whatever

There's no way to survive in the city it's a shame
Niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
Will I survive or will I die is what I wonder
Puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under
Gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy
Got my pistol out the window screamin, "Lord come and get me"
Am I sick, or am I just another victim?
Unloadin my clip, I'm watchin every bullet spit when I kick em
Niggaz die from automatic gunfire
Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
When they bury me, they bury me a G
Rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
Pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that's caught
Had a motherfuckin ward but he didn't go to court
God damn, and one day we'll all be together
Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon

<edit> Wel een lekker nummertje trouwens dat laatste! <edit>

O, ik las ergens op feedback een topic dat de boel crashed bij overschrijding van een zeker aantal tekens in een post weten jullie nog hoeveel dat er ook al weer waren?

[Dit bericht is gewijzigd door BooBooSan op 30-08-2000 23:47]

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Op 30 augustus 2000 08:45 schreef ArchAngel het volgende:
Jazeker.. ik weet zeker dat Waverider even lekker in z'n broekie staat te poepen als ik een magnum .44 op ze porum zet..

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Op 31 augustus 2000 00:49 schreef Stewie het volgende:
En jij blijft zeker weten zoo relaxt als iemand een pistool tegen je hoofd zet... je weet echt niet waar je over praat , dikke nerd......

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En een diss song om de 24 nummers mag wel... Kan jij dan misschien de boel goed praten wat NWA deed, die bracht volgens mij een hele cd uit ten ere van de politie "Fuck The Police"

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Op 31 augustus 2000 08:41 schreef Beezz het volgende:
BBS, dit laat maar weer eens zien, dat je gewoon niet veel weet van de man... Anders had je "Hit 'Em Up" wel genomen, beste diss song tijden!!

En een diss song om de 24 nummers mag wel... Kan jij dan misschien de boel goed praten wat NWA deed, die bracht volgens mij een hele cd uit ten ere van de politie "Fuck The Police"

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Intro: 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
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: 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
First off, fuck your bitch and the click 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 Boyz niggaz fucked for life.
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak hearts I rip.
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. are 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 fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha streetz, so fuck 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.
Fuck with me and get ya caps peeled, you know ... see ...

Chorus: 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
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: 2Pac
Check this out, you mutha fuckaz know what time it is.
I don't even know why I'm on this track.
ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level.
I'm a let my little homies ride on you.
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal withh it!!

Verse Two: Hussein Fatal
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 ya.
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin' ya.
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank.
Guard your rank, cause I'm 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: 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
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...

Verse Three: 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin'
killed withh ya mouths open,
Tryin' to come up off me, you in the clouds hopin'.
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 livin' bummy, while you fuckin' with me.
I'm a self made millionaire!
Thug Livin' out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha.
Biggie, you 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 Versace, 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: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur.
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs.
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees.
Coppin' please 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 fuck
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 Five: Idi Amin
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, gunz 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: 2Pac a.k.a. Makaveli
Now you tell me who won.
I see them, they run, hahaha.
They don't wanna see us.
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin' to be us.
How the fuck 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,huh you wanna fuck withh us?
You little young ass motherfuckers!
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin' with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack!
You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck 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
Fuck 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 for a motherfuckin' opinion.
Well this how we gonna do this:
Fuck Mobb Deep
Fuck Biggie
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin' crew!
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then fuck you too!
Chino XL, fuck you too!
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too!
(take money)
(take money)
All y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker.
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kidz 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 gunz under they
motherfuckers belts, you know how it is.
When we drop records they feel it
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, FUCK 'EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes*!!!