i dont care

asap ferg & marty baller tracki. verse + beat çox möhtəşəmdi. mənim fikrimcə diss trackdi çünki çox sərt sözlərə sahibdi. amma fergin burda kimə diss atdığını hələ də bilmirəm. versenin bu hissəsindəki sözlərin beatlə uyumunun tamam ayrı ləzzəti var:
"once he was my brother, now he is a sucker
long kiss, now it's time to kill this motherfucker"

bu da sözləri:
[chorus - marty baller:]
i don't care who shot you
i don't care who popped you
i don't care who robbed you
silly nigga, i am not you
i don't care who robbed you
turn you into a fossil
now all you niggas scared cause you know i'm a mob dude
i don't care who shot you
i don't care who popped you
i don't care who robbed you
silly nigga, i am not you
i don't care who robbed you
turn you into a fossil
now you niggas scared cause you know i'm a mob dude

[verse 1 - a$ap ferg:]
put a couple bands up on your head
tell em, hit you with five shots til you dead
one through the arm, then one through the leg
the other three come later right after you dead
tell me how you feel with your life in my palm
kiss the ring, corleone, just announce me the don
sit back in my three-piece-suit, sipping
we know who dead, we just from
i got some infiltrators that be after my paper
i put some money on his head cause he show me his anus
who you write on the hand that feed you
don't believe you
i can tell by the look in your eyes you live in equal
i am just giving you a teaspoon
team of hard, colder than a igloo
once he was my brother, now he is a sucker
long kiss, now it's time to kill this motherfucker

[chorus]

[verse 2 - a$ap ferg:]
that be the same niggas that you grew up with, two-cup with
that one nigga you fuck with
ain't have money for food and shit, 2 bucks with
now he looking at you like he got too much shit
be the same niggas that'll go and hug your momma
same nigga that you would call while you run into drama
trust, wasn't the issue
we was riding with honour
then you started moving funny, i still loved you regardless
yea i had to take a step back and look at the problem
had to, clear my mind from all the mirages
yea, you betrayed a nigga
think i don't know?
don't be surprised if you see some niggas at your door blaw!

[chorus]

c.r.e.a.m

əfsanəvi wu tang clan tracki. açması "cash rules everything around me" deməkdi. ən yaxşı old school tracklər arasında göstəriləcək tracklərdəndi. beatinə isə söz yoxdu. təkcə beatinə görə belə dinləniləsi trackdir.
sözləri:

(cash rules everything around me
c.r.e.a.m. get...)
yeah, check this ol fly shit out
word up
(cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint
(c.r.e.a.m. get the money) here we here we go
(dolla dolla bill y'all) check this shit, yo!

[verse one: raekwon the chef]

i grew up on the crime side, the new york times side
staying alive was no jive
had second hands, moms bounced on old man
so then we moved to shaolin land
a young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'lo goose
only way, i begin to g' off was drug loot
and let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
and that one, pullin out gats for fun
but it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
started smokin woolies at sixteen
and running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
making my way on fire escapes
no question i would speed, for cracks and weed
the combination made my eyes bleed
no question i would flow off, and try to get the dough off
sticking up white boys in ball courts
my life got no better, same damn 'lo sweater
times is rough and tough like leather
figured out i went the wrong route
so i got with a sick tight clique and went all out
catchin keys from across seas
rollin in mpv's, every week we made forty g's
yo brothas respect mine, or anger the tech nine
ch-pow! move from the gate now

[chorus (2x): method man]

cash rules everything around me
c.r.e.a.m.
get the money
dollar, dollar bill y'all

[verse two: inspectah deck]

it's been 22 long hard years and still strugglin
survival got me buggin, but i'm alive on arrival
i peep at the shape of the streets
and stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
a man with a dream with plans to make c.r.e.a.m.
which failed; i went to jail at the age of 15
a young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
trying to get a clutch at what i could not touch
the court played me short, now i face incarceration
pacin', going up state's my destination
handcuffed in back of a bus, 40 of us
life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
but as the world turns i learned life is hell
living in the world, no different from a cell
everyday i escape from jakes givin chase, sellin base
smokin bones in the staircase
though i don't know why i chose to smoke sess
i guess that's the time when i'm not depressed
but i'm still depressed, and i ask what's it worth?
ready to give up so i seek the old earth
who explained working hard may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
we got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
and stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
leave it up to me while i be living proof
to kick the truth to the young black youth
but shorty's running wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer
and ain't trying to hear what i'm kickin in his ear
neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
that what? that life is hected

[chorus - 3x]

cash rules everything around me
c.r.e.a.m.
get the money
dolla dolla bill y'aauhhhaaaauhhhhahhhauhhhhll, yeah

who shot ya

biggie smalls & puff daddy tərəfindən yazılmış diss. 2pacın ölümü ilə əlaqədardır. çünki 2pac vurulduqda biggie studioda idi və bu hadisənin səbəbkarının biggie olduğunu düşünürdü. bundan sonra east&west olaraq gangsta rap 2 hissəyə ayrıldı. əfsanəvi old school beatə sahibdir.
sözləri:
[intro: puff daddy]
as we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers [2x]

as we proceed
to give you what you need
east coast motherfuckers
bad boy motherfuckers

big - now turn the mics up
turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin
to that microphone
turn that shit the fuck up
uh, what?
turn it up louder
yea, uh

as we proceed, to give you
what you need
j.m. motherfuckers
j.m. motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers

[verse one:]
who shot ya?
seperate the weak from the ob-solete
hard to creep them brooklyn streets
it's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
i can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
your heartbeat soun like sasquatch feet
thundering, shaking the concrete
finish it, stop, when i foil the plot
neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
saw me in the drop, three in the corner

slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
old school new school need to learn though
i burn baby burn like disco inferno
burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
peel more skins than idaho potato
niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
fuckin with b.i.g. it ain't safe
i make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
bumps and bruises, blunts and landcruisers
big poppa smash fools, bash fools
niggaz mad because i know that cash rules
everything around me, two glock nines
any motherfucker whispering about mines
and i'm, crooklyn's finest
you rewind this, bad boy's behind this

[interlude:]
as we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers

as we proceed
to give you what you need
east coast motherfuckers
bad boy motherfuckers

get high motherfuckers
get high motherfuckers
smoke blunts motherfuckers
get high motherfuckers
ready to die motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers

[verse two:]
i seen the light excite all the freaks
stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
niggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back
think the cognac and indo sack make me slack?
i switches all that, cock-sucker g's up
one false move, get swiss cheesed up
clip to tec, respect i demand it
slip and break the, 11th commandment
thou shalt not fuck with raw c-poppa
feel a thosand deaths when i drop ya
i feel for you, like chaka khan i'm the don
pussy when i want rolex on the arm
you'll die slow but calm
recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
so you know where to tell jake, lame nigga
brave nigga, turned front page nigga
puff daddy flips daily
i smoke the blunts he sips on the bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
and my cock, in the fire position and...

(get live motherfuckers
ready to die motherfuckers)

c'mere, c'mere (it ain't gotta be like that big)
open your fucking mouth, open your... didn't i tell you
don't fuck with me? [muffled] c'mon man
huh?
didn't i tell you not to fuck with me?
(as we proceed) (c'mon man) look at you now
(to give you what you need) huh? (c'mon man)
(9 to 5 motherfuckers) can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(get live motherfuckers) bitch-ass nigga, what?
(get live motherfuckers) [muffled sounds, six gun shots]
(as we proceed...) who shot ya?

[outro: puff daddy]
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get live motherfuckers

(who shot ya?)

get high motherfuckers
ready to die motherfuckers
hah!!
as we proceed...

(who shot ya?)

...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
east coast motherfuckers

(who shot ya?)

west coast motherfuckers...
west coast motherfuckers... hah!
as we proceed, to give you what you need
as we proceed
to give you what you need
get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
get money motherfuckers

as we proceed
to give you what you need
get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
j.m. motherfuckers
j.m. motherfuckers
as we proceeeeeeed
to give you what you need...
9 to 5...

real muthaphuckkin gs

əsil yazılışı (baxma: real muthaphuckkin g`s )

eazy e tərəfindən death row a atılmış diss. içində söyüşlər bir-başa söyülür.
(baxma: motherfuck dre, motherfuck snoop, motherfuck death row)

sözləri:
[intro]
comp-ton
comp-ton
comp-ton

real motherfucking g's...
real motherfucking g's...
real motherfucking g's...

[verse one]
hey yo doctor, here's another proper track
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
and let that real shit provoke, see you's a wanna be 'loc
and you'll get smoked and i hope that your fans understand
when you talk about spraying me, the same records that you makin' is paying me
motherfuck dre
motherfuck snoop
motherfuck death row
yo, and here comes my left blow
'cause i'm the e-a-z-y-e, and this is the season
to let the real motherfucking g's in, you like a kid
you found a pup and now your dapper,
but tell me where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper
talking 'bout who you go squabble with and who you shoot
you're only 60 pounds when you're wet and wearing boots
damn e, they tried to fade you on dre day
but dre day only met eazy's pay day
all of a sudden dr. dre is a g thing,
but on his old album cover he was a she thing
so nigga please, nigga please don't step to these motherfuckin' real g's

stop him in his tracks, show him that i am ruthless
yo dre, what's up? [bang] boy you should've known by now
stop him in his tracks, show him that i am ruthless
yo dre, what's up? [bang] boy you should've known by now

now every day it's a new rapper, claiming to be dapper then the dresta,
smoother then a bitch but portray the role of gangster,
ain't broke a law in your life, yet every time you rap
you rap about the guns and knives, just take a good look
at the nigga, and you'll capture the fact,
that the bastard is simply just an actor,
who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental,
of niggas in compton, watts, and south central
never ever once have you ran with the turf,
yet in every verse you claim you used to do the dirt,
but tell me who's a witness to your fucking work,
so you never had no business,
so save the drama jerk,
niggas straight kill me knowing that they pranksters,
this is going out to your studio gangsters,
see i did dirt, put in work, and many niggas can vouch that,
so since i got stripes i got the right to rap about that,
but niggas like you
i gotta hate you, 'cause i'm just tired of suburbian niggas
talking about they coming from projects
knowing you ain't seen the parts of the streets g
think you trying bang around the time of the peace treaty
wearing khakis and you mob while you rhyme, little fag tried to sag,
but you're flooding at the same time,
and you set don't accept you, so you scared to kick it with your homies
'cause you know they don't respect you,
so nigga please check nuts before you step to these, motherfucking real g's

[verse three]
well, it the knocc out, definition original baby gangster
approach me like you hard, motherfucker i'm gonna bank you
shank you, with my fucking shank, if i have to
dr. dre an snoop doggy dogg are fucking actors
pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
but this time you're dealing with some real motherfuckers
g's, nigga please, don't try to step
because if you do, and i pill cap is all that would be left see,
young niggas like me will break you off something,
claiming my city, but dre you ain't from compton
niggas like you all is what i call wannabe's
it ain't shit compared to real motherfuckin' g's

stop him in his tracks, show him that i am ruthless
yo dre, what's up? [bang]
boy ya should've know by now
stop him in his tracks, show him i'm ruthless!
yo dre, what's up? [bang]

i never met an og who never did shit wrong
you tried to diss the eazy-e so now nigga it's on you
and your doggy dogg, think your all honk and shit
both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick
beating a bitch don't make you shit, but then again some niggas
think it makes a man, damn it's a trip
how a nigga could switch so quick from wearing lipstick
to smoking on chronic at picnics, and now you think your bigger
but to me you ain't nothing but a bitch ass nigga
who ain't worth a food stamp, but at
death row, i hear your getting treated like boot camp
gotta follow your sergeant's directions, or get your ass
pumped with a smith and wesson, learn a lesson from the e
stay in your place and don't step to real motherfucking g's

stop him in his tracks, show him i'm ruthless!
yo dre, what's up? [bang]
boy you should have known by now..
stop him in his tracks, show him i'm ruthless!
yo dre (what's up?) [bang]
boy you should have known by now...

stop him in his tracks, show him i'm ruthless!
yo dre (what's up?) [bang]
boy you should have known by now, eazy does it....

its been a long time

bir rakim əfsanəsi

sözləri:
[dj premier cuts early eric b. & rakim records]
"it's been a long time.."
"it's been a long time.."
"it's been a long time.."
"it's been a long time.."
".. rakim, the microphone soloist"

[rakim]
follow procedures, the crowd couldn't wait to see this
nobody been this long awaited since jesus
who wouldn't believe this - i heard the word on the street is
i'm still one of the deepest on the mic since adidas
they said i changed the times from the rhymes that i thought of
so i made some more to put the new world in order
with mathematics, put your status above the average
and help you rappers, make paragraphs with graphics
cause new days is dawnin, new ways of peformin
brainstormin, i write and watch the night turn to mornin
on and on and, i got the whole world respondin
rock, i keep it hot and blow the spot without warnin
the emperor, well known for, inventin a sentence
full of adventure, turnin up the temperature
rush with adrenaline, how long has it been again
to be in the state of mind that rakim is in?

[dj premier cuts early eric b. & rakim records]
"it's been a long time.."
".. rakim, the microphone soloist"
"it's been a long time.."
"it's been a long time.."
".. rakim"

[rakim]
when i'm out proppin - either, hangin or shoppin
people see me stop and ask me when the album droppin
the wait is over, in-formation like a soldier
like i told ya, greater stronger, now that i'm older
i broke the, code of silence with overloads of talents
my only challenge, is not to explode in violence
i'm asiatic, and blazin microphones a habit
at least once durin the course of a day, it's automatic
in ghetto apparel, mind of a egyptian pharoah
far from shallow, thoughts travel like an arrow
allah's monotony, so far they can't stop me
you know, ra want property like mumar khadafi
more thoughts than bibles, recital - taught disciples
a sawed off mic, so words scatter like a rifle
thoughts that's trifle, i'm bustin these for you
aiyyo, technical difficulties is through

[dj premier cuts early eric b. & rakim records]
"it's been a long time.."
".. rakim, the microphone soloist"
"it's been a long time.."
".. rakim, the microphone soloist"
"it's been a long time.."
".. rakim, the microphone soloist"
"it's been a long time.."
"it's been a long time.."

[rakim]
when i float at night, i show em new heights, i go to write
they know i strike with new prototypes to blow the mic
critics and biters, don't know where my source of light is
still leave authors and writers with arthritis
cursed kids like the pyramids when they found the style
first to ever let a rhyme flow down the nile
the rebirth of hip-hop'll be dropped now
cause the crowd didn't hear the original in a while
so be alarmed, what you bout to see is the bomb
like, 3-d in 'nam, vivid like cd-rom
info kept like "internet.com"
my note-book's my bond like the holy qu'ran
since i came in the door, said it before
but no i ain't down with eric b. no more
at night the open mic be invitin me to rhyme
so yo i'm online, it's been a long time

[dj premier cuts early eric b. & rakim records]
"it's been a long time.."
"it's been a long time.."
".. rakim, the microphone soloist"
"it's been a long time.."
".. rakim, the microphone soloist"
"it's been a long time.."
"it's been a long time.."

[extended scratch] "it's been a long time.."
[extended scratch] "it's been a long time.."
"it's been a long time.."

gta san andreas

çox qəribə paradokslu bir oyundur. belə ki, ryder obrazı eyni ilə gangsta rapper eazy-eyə oxşuyur. və cj isə üz cizgilərinə görə dr.dreyə oxşuyur. cj, oyunun sonlarında ryderi öldürür. amma belə bir şey də var ki oyunda big smoke adlı bir obraz daha var. və eyni ilə biggie smallza bənzəyir. cj isə hərəkətləri və geyim tərzi ilə 2pacın eynisidi. hətta deyərdim ki sırf hit em up klipindəki 2pacın geyim tərzi və hərəkətləri birə-bir cjdə əks olunur (hit em up, 2pacın çəkildiyi sonuncu klip və yazdığı son və ölümü ilə nəticələnən trackidir) və cj oyunun sonunda big smokeni də öldürür. və burda belə bir müəmma var. cj həm dr.dre, həm də 2pac bənzəridi. həm ryder (eazy-e), həm də big smoke (biggie), cjə xainlik edir. və cj 2sini də öldürür. dr.dre və eazy-enin vaxtı ilə n.w.ada olduğunu və aralarında yaşanan anlaşılmazlıqlara görə dr.drenin qrupu tərk etdiyini bilirsiz. və həmçinin də 2pacla biggienin arasındakı məsələni də bilməyən yoxdu yəgin ki. oyun isə 2004də işıq üzü görüb. bəlkə də bu oyun bizə nəsə demək istəyir? bəlkə də həqiqətən də eazy-enin ölümündə dr.drenin əli var?

bath salt

a$ap mob & flatbush zombies tracki. track istər klipi, istər verseləri, istərsə də beati ilə çox möhtəşəm bir işdir. çox ağır trackdir.
sözləri :
[intro]
ah, it's a plane, it's a bird, it's a zombie, hahaha

[verse 1: meech]
the highest high, i'm ayatollah
rubber on my dick, allergic to baby strollers
blue dream, that amazing odor
ant is a pyrex i'm the coke and the baking soda
juice be the blue flame that create the whole thing
rap game, crack game, apparently the same thing
if this was eighty-something i'd be in shell toes
gucci link fat rings ashy ass elbows
saving every penny trying to get up out this hell hole
for my super-thugs, hustlin' up off the jail phone
life's a battle fool you better have your weapon drawn
how could i be scared of death, bitch, i'm already gone
money on my mind, your bitch on my zipper
breaking up pound after pound, thc on every finger
you gon' need a boost from god to get as high as me nigga
excuse me, i meant to say as high as we nigga

[bridge]
flatbush zombie, a$ap mobbin
hit a killswitch and put an end to any problem

[verse 2: juice]
hash and weed, hash in a bong
got weed by the ton, got blow by the load
if you wanna get throwed, a$ap ant got the po-tion
three fly ass bitches with we
double-cupped them double d's
hi-high nigga, hi-high livin'
three young ass niggas running shit, no slippin'
gotta know the game, gotta know the lane, gotta know the pain
no handouts, ain't shit easy
dark shades, on my eazy-e
got bitches on my mini-me
and you niggas in the rap game can't relate
i'm real pimpin', no fornicating
fuck what you heard, i'm goin' ape
smokin grape ape, fuck your mixtape, that's a weed plate
zombie style
a$ap, never mind these clowns
i love brain, zombie style, never mind these clouds

[interlude: a$ap ant]
juice pass me the weed, meech where the acid at?
a$ap ant in this bitch, uh

[verse 3: a$ap ant]
i'm a demon triple beaming, painting pictures rapin' mona lisa
blood sheets, creepin for the panties
with the collar danny's
killin bitches sniffin' panties
willy wonka candy semen
three niggas, one bitch, one clip
one brain dead girl
off your mind leave your brains on your moms
razor blades dipped in bleach
tear your skin to pieces
dump the body in tennessee
highway getaway oj bronco
cap it baby drive em off the bridge
look into my eyes, vivid tears
i see fear, ya'll some fuckin' queers
grow a fuckin' pair, i'm 'posed to be here
'posed to be dead, overdosed on shrooms
let's cruise, drive by on site
ride like a bike, for my zombie homies kill tonight

[bridge]

[verse 3: a$ap rocky]
a$ap niggas we aliens
cold-blooded nigga, reptilian
acid, acid, ambiens
only fuck a bitch if she lesbian
trill niggas run the city, got the key on lock
juice got the juice, nigga meech gon' pop
addie in the caddy with the heat on cock
when a mac go (blakk) cuz the beef don't stop, nigga
my name is, that pretty motherfucker
from the land of the lost of the gully and the gutta
see the preds made a toast for the honey and the butter
only die for two things, that's my money and my mother, motherfucker!
niggas know my name, did i stutter?
niggas know me, man i keep it one hunna
i'm a stunna
hood by air for the summer
toast to the god and it cost nine hunna
so-so ru-run up if you wanna
mac in the backpack, right by the macbook
and i rep that harlem
and my zombie niggas straight out of flatbush

all eyez on me

billard & machine gun kelly tracki.
sözləri :
[intro: billard]
shout out all my brothers

[chorus: billard]
all eyes on me (7x)
yah

[verse 1: billard]
boy, i'm so hot that a nigga gotta lay low
shawty giving head till her brain gone
since i got the fame, boy my life ain't been the same
now i'm hollywood, niggas saying that i changed
the only thing new, i got a few gold chains
i been rocking gold hoops before trinidad james
come fuck with the greatest
industry status, i know that you hate it
i know that you hate it, i know you been waiting
all eyes on me, all eyes on me
whore you know it's me, a young nigga from the c
whore from the burbs, but my niggas from the streets
i've been thinking money, that's the only thing i see
it's a club full of hoes and you niggas wanna beef
every nigga quick to say his boy got the piece
and every nigga is quick to say i'm gully out the heat
i ain't worried muthafucka
i got my feet up gettin' ready for the summer
i could bet a million that you're boy about to come up
don't be mad at the world cause your records ain't buzzin'
don't be mad at the system cause you niggas ain't stuntin'
don't be mad at your boy cause you ain't worth nothing
cause you ain't worth nothing

[chorus]

[verse 2: machine gun kelly]
this song got a muthafuckin' feeling like pac though
(feelin' like pac, thug life) picture me rollin'
duck the police in a pothole (skrrr, five-o)
wh-whipping this shit stolen
passenger seat is el gato (when that's pussy i beat it)
beat it till it's swollen
then i paint her face like picasso (nah bitch)
pronto, you ain't e'n known it, like rocko
welcome to the midwest
fill the fridge up with them government checks
dark liquor is a must when you one of us
and we got the bub for the bus, go and ingest
funny that my father wanted me to be a scholar
instead i grew up like him and became an alcoholic
a couple of dollars, get some gin and tonic, and a couple condoms
give a bitch head trauma, not she hooked on phonics
ye ain't never seen a muthafucka (2x)
cleveland boy get up on the big screen
with the same team that he used to ride the bus with
now they got a tour bus, shit
ye ain't never seen a muthafucka (2x)
go from flippin' burgers at the fuddruckers
hit up private jets with the jimmy iovines
then flying coach, back to the drug runners
100

[chorus: billard]

[verse 3: billard]
i might sell my soul for a new bugatti
shit, i'm just young and reckless
i see why half of you rappers stressin'
i'm here now nigga, you can get to steppin'
all these hoes nowadays seem to act so desperate
i give her what she want, then i'm on to the next chick
she don't say nothing cause she know i'm the next "it"
your times up girl, that's it, girl hit the exit
you should be faithful that you in my presence
"oh, you needing jesus" i don't need your blessings
like learn your lessons, don't with king
i mean like, we know who jealous, so fuck with me
this that give-and-go, that pick-and-roll
this that cock back and let it go
this that bang, bang, that bang fo'sho'
my niggas bang fo'sho', this ain't for show

all eyez on me

2pacın albomunun və albomdakı trackin adı.
albomdakı tracklər:
ambitionz az a ridah
all bout u
skandalouz
got my mind made up
how do you want it
2 of amerikaz most wanted
no more pain
heartz of men
life goes on
only god can judge me
tradin war stories
california love
i ain't mad at cha
what'z ya phone #
can't c me
shorty wanna be a thug
holla at me
wonder why they call u
when we ride
thug passion
picture me rollin'
check out time
ratha be ya nigga
all eyez on me
run tha streetz
ain't hard 2 find
heaven ain't hard 2 find


trackin sözləri:
['pac talking]
big syke, newt, hank
beugard, big sur (yeah)
y'all know how this shit go (y'know)
{all eyez on me}
motherfuckin o.g.
roll up in the club and shit (is that right?)
{all eyez on me}
{all eyez on me}
but you know what?

[2pac]
i bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust
so many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us
say they ready for the funk, but i don't think they knowin
straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin
well are you still down nigga? holla when you see me
and let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
i got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride (every time we ride)
hittin motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
until i die; live the life of a boss playa
cause even when i'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later
the futures in my eyes, cause all i want is cash and thangs
a five-double-oh - benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh
bitches pursue me like a dream
been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
it seems - my main thang was to be major paid
the game sharper than a motherfuckin razor blade
say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies
one nigga's gettin jealous, and motherfuckers died
depend on me like the first and fifteenth
they might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me
we got foe niggaz, and lowriders, in ski masks
screamin thug life every time they pass {all eyez on me}

[chorus one: 2pac]

live the life of a thug nigga, until the day i die
live the life of a boss playa {all eyez on me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{all eyez on me}
live the life of a thug nigga, until the day i die
live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin high..

[syke]
heeyyy, to my nigga 'pac..
so much trouble in the world, nigga
can't nobody feel your pain
the world's changin everyday, times moving faaast
my girl said i need a raise, how long will she last?
i'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips
triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as i dip
i'm lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless
crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
i'm takin off from the curb
the nervousness neglect make me pack a tec
devoted to servin this, moet and paaayyy-checks
like akai satellite nigga i'm forever ballin
it ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin
sucker duck and get busted, no emotion
my devotion is handlin my business nigga keep on coastin
where you goin i been there came back as lonely homie
steady flowin against the grain niggaz still don't know me
it's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit
it ain't funny niggaz don't even know how to act - shit!
what can i do, what can i say, is there another way?
blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay
my little homie g, can't you see, i'm busta free
niggaz can't stand me - all eyes on me!

[chorus two: 2pac]

i live the life of a thug nigga, until the day i die
live the life as a boss playa {all eyez on me}
cause even gettin high {all eyez on me}
i live the life of a thug nigga, until the day i die
live the life as a boss playa {all eyez on me}
cause even gettin high

[2pac]
the feds is watchin, niggaz plottin to get me
will i survive, will i die? come on let's picture the possibility
givin me charges, lawyers makin a grip
i told the judge i was raised wrong, and that's why i blaze shit
was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
on my mobile callin big shots on the scene major
packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the law
bitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin rough and raw
catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane
hustle til the mornin, never stopped until the cash came
live my life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
these niggaz got me tossin shit
i put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit
keep your head up nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer
up in the benz burnin rubber
the money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
this criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest
make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
get your money motherfucker let's get rich and we'll kick it
all eyes on me!

[chorus three: 2pac]

i live the life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
live the life as a boss playa {all eyez on me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{all eyez on me}
i live the life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
live the life as a boss playa {all eyez on me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{all eyez on me}

['pac talking]
pay attention my niggaz
see how that shit go? nigga walk up in this motherfucker
and it be like "bing!"
cops.. bitches.. everymotherfuckinbody
[overlap]
live my life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
i got bustas hoes and police watchin a nigga y'know?
[overlap]
i live my life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
livin life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
{all eyez on me}
hehehe.. it's like what they think?
i'm walkin around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin?
{all eyez on me}
they think i'm goin back to jail, they really on that dope
[overlap]
live my life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
live my life as a boss playa
i know y'all watchin, i know y'all got me in the scopes
[overlap]
live my life as a thug nigga, until the day i die
live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
i know y'all know this is thug life baayy-bay
y'all got me under surveillance huh?
{all eyez on me}
but i'm knowin

bakubus

özlərinə sərf eliyən cür ediblər. ancaq şəhərin mərkəzinə yaxın yerdə yaşayanlar bu avtobusdan istifadə edə bilər. koroğludan bu tərəfdəki, neftçilər, xalqlar, əhmədli, həzidə yaşayanlar adam deyil? onlar bu avtobusdan istifadə edib gedə bilməz? 6 nömrəni həmişə neftçilərdən üzü həzi aslanova gedən yolda görürəm. işıqları zadı sönük dümdüz sürür. canıvıza azzar olardı bu avtobusa oradan da dayanacaq salsaydız? bu avtobus bu yolu onsuz da gedir də heç olmasa 3,5 adam da götürüb cəhənnəm benzin pulunu çıxarmaq ki olar. hansı avtobusa baxırsan biri aladağda biri qaradağda. amma tanrının işinə bax ki hamısı şəhərin mərkəzində görüşürlər. görəsən bu necə olur ilahi?! möcüzə ! beləyə qalanda çox konfortlu gözəl avtobusdu. tam uzun yola çıxmalıq. otur arxada qulaqcıqları tax yolboyu nə durmaq dərdi yox nə avtobusun səsi o qədər gəlmir nə də metrodakı kimi basabas yox. o avtobusun hərəkət istiqamətinin başlanğıcı və sonu boyunca hərəkət edən insanlar sözün əsl mənasında şellənirlər. sadəcə sürücüləri bir az etik olub əyləcə yavaş basca lap yaxşı olar.

hip-hopun düz mütənasibliyi

bəzən hər şeylə çox maraqlanıram, hər şey mənə maraqlı gəlir və oturub hamısının haqqında düşünüb özüm üçün hər şey haqqında fikir depolayıram. və illərlə fikir verdiyim şeylərdən biri də budur ki hip-hopun rap şöbəsində düz mütənasiblik var. yəni ki istər rap olsun istər trap istərsə də digər rap janrları və hətta dünyadakı bütün musiqi janrları belə əgər musiqisi gözəldirsə sözləri də həmçinin gözəl olur. söhbət hal-hazırda rapdən getdiyi üçün sırf rap mütənasibliyindən danışacam. fikir versəz görərsiz ki həqiqətən də beati çox gözəl olan tracklərin verseləri də həmişə çox gözəl olur və mahnı ilə sözlər sanki bir-biri üçün yazılmış kimi durur. səbəbsə mənim fikrimcə musiqinin dərin sirridi. gözəl musiqi insanda xoş əhval-ruhiyyə yaratdığından yaradıcılığı da artırır. və ortaya şedevrlər çıxır. amma bu o demək deyil ki bu qayda həmişə belədi və belə olmalıdı. yox. elə tracklər var beati əladı amma verseləri beati pis günə qoyur, elə tracklər də var ki beatin apar tulla amma verselərin gözəlliyinə görə aşiq olub dinləyirsən. bunun da bir çarəsi var, bir müddət gözləmək. remixlərin içindən gözəli çıxacaq əlbət. amma ki bütün bunlar beati gözəl olan tracklərin sözlərinin də gözəl olduğu gerçəyini dəyişmir. istər istəməz adama dinlətdirir özünü elə tracklər. və bir də belə bir şey də var. bir mahnını o qədər də sevmir, amma nəyəsə görə dinləmisizsə aradan bir müddət keçdikdən sonra yenə dinləsəz və beləcə məsafələrlə 5,6 dəfə dinləsəz o mahnı sizin xoşunuza gəlməyə başlayacaq. səbəbi isə məncə insanın sevdiyi musiqilərin də bir sərhədi olmasıdı. müəyyən bir vaxt ərzində oradan bəziləri silinib yeniləri daxil olur. və beləcə neçə illik bir dünyada cəmi 7cə notdan milyardlarla mahnılar, janrlar, musiqiçilər peyda oldu. həyat möcüzələrlə doludu.