East SiDe

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  1. Ema

    Ema Goddes

    East SiDe

    Hajde ktu Fansat e Biggyt,Puffit dhe Jay Z....

    I 2Pac ka west ene ai ka vdek....

    Best east! :rockband: :rockband: :rockband: :thumbsup:
     
  2. disku

    disku UNI

    Re: East SiDe

    screew DEATH ROW and the muthafucking WEST COAST..
    we BAD BOYS 4 LIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
     
  3. Visi S

    Visi S Primus registratum

    Re: East SiDe

    East Side SUCKS

    .................WEST SIDE................

    [​IMG]

    ..................You get me!....................
     
  4. Admir

    Admir Forumium maestatis

    Re: East SiDe

    Artist: Notorious B.I.G.
    Album: Life After Death
    Song: Hypnotize

    Uhhh, uhhh, uh, c'mon

    Verse One:

    Hah, sicka than your average Poppa
    Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think shit stink
    pink gators, my Detroit players
    Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn
    Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there Air Nike
    Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos
    Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who
    do something to us, talk go through us
    Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us
    Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)
    Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch
    Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3
    (Take that, take that, take that, haha!)
    Bang every MC easily, busily
    Recently niggaz frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope)
    So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece
    Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps
    Packin, askin who want it, you got it nigga flaunt it
    That Brooklyn bullshit, we on it

    Chorus: sung in imitation of part of Slick Rick's "La-Di-Da-Di"

    Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
    Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
    And I just love your flashy ways
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

    Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
    Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
    And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah)

    Verse Two:

    I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)
    Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)
    All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)
    Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!)
    Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the shit
    Them niggaz ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks
    on the Lexus, LX, four and a half
    Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass
    Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last
    That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass
    At last, a nigga rappin bout blunts and broads
    Tits and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars
    I still leave you on the pavement
    Condo paid for, no car payment
    At my arraignment, note for the plantiff
    Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh)
    Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)
    Richer than Richie, till you niggaz come and get me

    Chorus:

    Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
    Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
    And I just love your flashy ways
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

    Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (huh)
    Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
    And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

    Verse Three:

    I can fill ya wit real millionaire shit (I can fill ya)
    Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly
    Wreck it buy a new one
    Your crew run run run, your crew run run
    I know you sick of this, name brand nigga wit
    flows girls say he's sweet like licorice
    So get with this nigga, it's easy
    Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten
    Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)
    Come up to your job, hit you while you workin (uhh)
    for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin
    Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo
    Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly
    Hit em wit the force like Obe, dick black like Toby (Obe...Toby)
    Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me
    Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey)

    Chorus:

    Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
    Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
    And I just love your flashy ways
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

    Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
    Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
    And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

    Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
    Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
    And I just love your flashy ways
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

    Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)
    Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)
    And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

    Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see
    Sometimes your words just hypnotize me
    And I just love your flashy ways
    Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid
    *fades*
     
  5. ronnie

    ronnie Primus registratum

    Re: East SiDe

     
  6. tori_mc

    tori_mc Primus registratum

    Re: East SiDe

    Ore ti unicornZgjidh me ke je se s'po meresh vesh.Vjen andej nga ne(westcoast)e thu 2PAC is 1-shi,vjen ktej e thu biggie is da best.Ca robsh...
     
  7. tori_mc

    tori_mc Primus registratum

    Re: East SiDe

    jeta ku je mi goc se je zhduk fare???
     
  8. Ema

    Ema Goddes

    Re: East SiDe

    Une kam hum apo ti qe harrove si mu,si kalamojt ene ate t'voglin qi s'soht i joti hi c:)(remember?).
    Do dukesh kjen a jo?
    Do te boj sms sonte se do mushim telefonin moooooooooooooooooooooooo! /pf/images/graemlins/smile.gif
     
  9. disku

    disku UNI

    Re: East SiDe

    po prap te njejtat konkluzione nxjerr
    pac is the one
    biggie is da best..
    death row sux..........
     
  10. ronnie

    ronnie Primus registratum

    Re: East SiDe

    east side iz a bitch side. :thumbsup:
     
  11. disku

    disku UNI

    Re: East SiDe

    east sige is da only side alive.................
    we dont deal b*tches we f*** am............ /pf/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
     
  12. bengu

    bengu Primus registratum

    Re: East SiDe

    Artist: [qb]2Pac f/ The Outlaws[/qb]
    Album: Greatest Hits
    Song: [qb]Hit 'Em Up[/qb]
    Homepage: http://hem.passagen.se/deathrow/

    So I fucked your bitch
    You fat mutha-fucka {Take Money}
    West Side
    Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
    You know who the realist is
    Niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
    [ha ha, that's alright]

    First off, fuck your bitch
    And the click you claim
    West side when we ride
    Come equipped with game
    You claim to be a playa
    But, I fucked your wife
    We bust on Bad Boys
    Niggas fuck for Life
    Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
    Hearts I rip
    Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
    Some mark ass bitches
    We keep on coming
    While we running for yah jewels
    Steady gunning
    Keep on busting at them fools
    You know the rules
    Little Ceasar go ask you homie
    How i'll leave yah
    Cut your young ass up
    See yah in pieces
    Now be deceased
    Little Kim,
    Don't fuck with real ass G's
    Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
    So fuck peace
    I'll let them niggas know
    It's on for Life
    Don't let the west side
    Ride the night [ha ha]
    Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
    Fuck with me
    And get your caps peeled
    You know, See

    Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
    Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
    Who shot me,
    But, your punks didn't finish
    Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
    Nigga, I hit 'em up

    Check this out
    You mutha-fuckas know what time it is
    I don't know why I'm even on this track
    Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
    I'm going to let my little homies
    Ride on yah
    Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
    {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

    Get out the way yo
    Get out the way yo
    Biggie Smalls just got dropped
    Little move pass the mac
    And let me hit 'em in his back
    Frank White needs to get spanked right
    For setting up traps
    Little accident murderers
    And I ain't never heard of yah
    Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah
    Spank the shank
    Your whole style when I gank
    Gaurd your rank
    Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
    Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
    I'm running through nigga
    And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
    In front of yah nigga
    With the ready power
    Tucked in my Guess
    Under my Eddie Bower
    Your clout petty sour
    I push packages ever hour
    I hit 'em up

    Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
    Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh
    Who shot me,
    But, your punks didn't finish
    Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
    Nigga, We hit 'em up

    Peep how we do it
    Keep it real
    Its penitentary steel
    This ain't no freestyle battle
    All you niggas getting killed
    With your mouths open
    Tryin' to come up off of me
    You and the clouds hoping
    Smoking dope
    It's like a Shermine
    Niggas think they learned to fly
    But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die
    Talking about you Getting Money
    But its funny to me
    All you niggas living bummy
    While you fucking with me?
    I'm a self made Millioniare
    Thug livin', out of prison
    Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha]
    Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
    And beg the bitch to let you sleep on the house
    Now its all about versace
    You copied my style
    Five shots couldn't drop me
    I took it and smiled
    Now I'm back to set the record straight
    With my A-K
    I'm still the thug that you love to hate
    Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up

    I'm from N E W jers.
    Where plenty of murders occurs
    No points to come
    We bring drama to all you herds
    Now go check the scenerio
    Little Ceas'
    I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees
    Copin' pleas with these [???]
    Little Kim is yah
    Coked up or doped up
    Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
    What the fuck?
    Is you stupid?
    I take money,
    crash and mash through Brooklyn
    With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
    With fifteen shot,
    Cocked glock to your knot
    Outlaw Mafia click moving up another knotch
    And your [?"Pop stars" pops?] and get dropped and mopped
    And all your fake ass east coast props
    Brainstormed and locked

    You's a B-writer
    Pac style taker
    I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
    Soften the Alize with a chaser
    Bout to get murdered for the paper
    Idi Amin approach the scene of the caper
    Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh]
    Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fuckin' joke
    Thug Life, niggas better be known
    Be approaching
    In the wide open, gun smoking
    No need for hoping
    It's a battle lost
    I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off
    Nigga, I hit 'em up

    Now you tell me who won
    I see them, they run [ha ha]
    They don't wanna see us
    Whole Junior Mafia click
    Dressing up to be us
    How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
    When we always on out job
    We millionaire's
    Killing ain't fair
    But somebody got to do it

    Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh]
    You wanna fuck with us
    You Little young ass mutha-fuckas
    Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
    You fucking with me, nigga ?
    You fuck around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack
    You better back the fuck up
    Before you get smacked the fuck up
    This is how we do it on our side
    Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
    Bring it.
    But we ain't singing,
    We bringing drama
    Fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
    We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
    Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
    Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fuckin opinion
    Well this is how we gon' do this:
    Fuck Mobb Deep,
    Fuck Biggie,
    Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fuckin crew.
    And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
    Then fuck you too.
    Chino XL, fuck you too.
    All you mother fuckers,
    Fuck you too.
    (take money, take money)
    All of y'all mother fuckers,
    Fuck you, die slow mother fucker.
    My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.
    You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.
    We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
    West Side till' we die.
    Out here in California, nigga
    We warned ya'
    We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
    We do our job.
    You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob
    Ain't nuttin' but killers
    And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.
    Our shit goes tripple and four quadruple
    You niggas laugh cuz our staff got guns under they mother fuckin' belts
    You know how it is and we drop records they felt
    You niggas can't feel it
    We the realist
    Fuck 'em.
    We Bad Boy killas
     
  13. ronnie

    ronnie Primus registratum

    Re: East SiDe

    that's hot yo
    show the eastside how tha WESTSIDE roll
     

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