joe budden this, slaughterhouse that
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Joe Budden - Who Killed Hip Hop? Full Song | Odeo: Search, Discover and Share Digital Media from Millions of Audio and Video Clips>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dipset's whole catalog
Who the fuck on Dipset can spit a verse like this???
When I face off, picture a thug missin his mug
Any particular stick in the mud could get hit with a Scud missile
'til he's, drippin ridiculous blood
If you, rather stick to the fists and the gloves
then you, gettin hit on, more than the prettiest bitch in the club
Nigga I'm itchin to bug!
Itchin like a syphilis dick, itchin like the skin of a bitch
addicted to drugs, just to hit you with slugs
I did it because I wanted to!
Shoot you in BACK of your head right in front of you
That's what the gun'll do
All I do is son ol' niggaz on the W
All I do is make all newcomers come anew
I ain't lyin, sir
You ain't gotta watch Tim Duncan jump to see a flyin +Spur+
Bentley boy, no it's not "H to the Izzo"
But I push +Buddens+ like Jay shoulda did Joe
People's choice, the voice of my time
with Royce Da 5'9", we boys and night shine
I let Joell poison my mind
Grab a silencer and kill y'all noise with my 9
As Spalding balls'll get tossed in the hoop
Pierce from Boston explains how often I shoot
I'm a Molotov crossed with a nuke
See I swallow liquor bottles 'til they hollow then I crawl in the booth
I'm the truth, polygraph Crooked
You prolly have a cardiac heart attack when I autograph bullets
Mo' caskets - put so much bread on your head
when my gunners are done, man they owe taxes
Bowl-legged, knock-kneed, one irregular shoe
And you supposed to be steppin to who?
Tell 'em ALL Crooked came for war
The best EVER on the West unless your last name's Shakur!
When I face off, picture a thug missin his mug
Any particular stick in the mud could get hit with a Scud missile
'til he's, drippin ridiculous blood
If you, rather stick to the fists and the gloves
then you, gettin hit on, more than the prettiest bitch in the club
Nigga I'm itchin to bug!
Itchin like a syphilis dick, itchin like the skin of a bitch
addicted to drugs, just to hit you with slugs
I did it because I wanted to!
Shoot you in BACK of your head right in front of you
That's what the gun'll do
All I do is son ol' niggaz on the W
All I do is make all newcomers come anew
I ain't lyin, sir
You ain't gotta watch Tim Duncan jump to see a flyin +Spur+
Bentley boy, no it's not "H to the Izzo"
But I push +Buddens+ like Jay shoulda did Joe
People's choice, the voice of my time
with Royce Da 5'9", we boys and night shine
I let Joell poison my mind
Grab a silencer and kill y'all noise with my 9
As Spalding balls'll get tossed in the hoop
Pierce from Boston explains how often I shoot
I'm a Molotov crossed with a nuke
See I swallow liquor bottles 'til they hollow then I crawl in the booth
I'm the truth, polygraph Crooked
You prolly have a cardiac heart attack when I autograph bullets
Mo' caskets - put so much bread on your head
when my gunners are done, man they owe taxes
Bowl-legged, knock-kneed, one irregular shoe
And you supposed to be steppin to who?
Tell 'em ALL Crooked came for war
The best EVER on the West unless your last name's Shakur!
"i got a hoe selection, a whole collection
a whole selection of my hoe collection"
>>>
"itchin' like a syphilis dick, itchin' like the skin of a bitch
addicted to drugs"
that verse to me is just a bunch of forced punchlines, corny wordplay and tough guy talk. and that's just from reading it. like i said, listening to that shit over and over is a snoozefest to me.
18 months please, that ain't facing time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time
I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
6 months right back on the damn block anyway
But look, money from across the street
Think its sweet, think you get money across the street
Me and my peeps often meet
At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef
Walk with heat cause talk is cheap
So dunn stay silent
Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent
When it comes to beef it becomes a talent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice
Digital ten, shit get critical friend
I got 800 invisible men
That mean it could be the bankman
Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam
Lady at the front stand
Or rap poison your relish right in the center babe
Pictures of renegades, she'll piss in your lemonade
And y'all dead now
That you can bet now
Do like a toaster put your bread down
Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds
In a collision, I see their ambition
But they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison
Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen
When it came to grams it was 90 I fried
350 on the stove and its 90 outside
I'ma get this girl that be stuff in my bricks
Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists
Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist
Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis
But love my music, say I do nothing but hits
She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits
Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed
Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix
So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick
You know Cam, he said "yeah, don't play with his chips"
Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit
Killa, Killa, Dip Set nigga
a whole selection of my hoe collection"
>>>
"itchin' like a syphilis dick, itchin' like the skin of a bitch
addicted to drugs"
that verse to me is just a bunch of forced punchlines, corny wordplay and tough guy talk. and that's just from reading it. like i said, listening to that shit over and over is a snoozefest to me.
18 months please, that ain't facing time
I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time
I'ma do the right thing though, take shock anyway
6 months right back on the damn block anyway
But look, money from across the street
Think its sweet, think you get money across the street
Me and my peeps often meet
At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef
Walk with heat cause talk is cheap
So dunn stay silent
Revolvers, Automatics, guns stay silent
When it comes to beef it becomes a talent
Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from falice
Digital ten, shit get critical friend
I got 800 invisible men
That mean it could be the bankman
Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam
Lady at the front stand
Or rap poison your relish right in the center babe
Pictures of renegades, she'll piss in your lemonade
And y'all dead now
That you can bet now
Do like a toaster put your bread down
Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns blow Tech rounds
In a collision, I see their ambition
But they don't know them days when I was stooped up in prison
Or all them hot summers when I was cooped up in the kitchen
When it came to grams it was 90 I fried
350 on the stove and its 90 outside
I'ma get this girl that be stuff in my bricks
Felt life cheated her, she be cuttin her wrists
Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed her wrist
Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis
But love my music, say I do nothing but hits
She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits
Cause when she needed help I got her nothing but fixed
Needed coke, needed dope, ya I gave her a fix
So she went across the street, gave him a kiss
Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick
You know Cam, he said "yeah, don't play with his chips"
Stood back, blazed the 6, amazin and shit
Killa, Killa, Dip Set nigga
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