What's Your All Time Favorite Lyric In A Song?

[gbfan]

Okay Biggie got in here now its Tupacs turn.

First off fuck yo bitch and the clic you claim.
Westside when we ride come equipped wit game.
You claim to be a player but I fucked yo wife.
We bus on bad boys niggas fuck fo life.
Plus puffy tryin see me wit hearts I rip.
Biggie smalls and junior mafia some mark ass bitches.
We keep on coming while we runnin for yo Q's.
Steady gunnin keep on bus'n at them fools.
You know the rules.
Lil Ceasar go ask ya homie how I leave ya.
Cut ya young ass up.
Leave you in pieces.
Now be deceased.
Lil Kim don't fuck around wit real G's.
Quick ta snatch yo ugly ass off the streets.
So fuck peace.
I let them niggas know its on for life.
Don't let the westside ride tonight. haha
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killt
Fuck wit me and get yo caps peelt.
You know see:

Grab ya glocks when ya see Tupac
Call the cops when ya see Tupac
UH who shot me but you punks didn't finish
Now ya bout ta feel the wrath of a menace
Nigga I hit em up

Check this out
You mothafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
Y'all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm a let my little homies ride on you bitch made ass bad boy bitches
Feel It!

Get out the way yo get out the way yo
Biggie smalls just got dropped
Little move passed the mack
and let me him in his back
Frank wright need ta get spanked right
Fo settin traps
Lil accident murdera
And I ain't neva hearda ya
Poisnous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank tha shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard ya rank cuz I'm a slam ya ass in the paint.
Puffy weaker then the fuckin block
I run at you nigga
And I smoke the junior mafia
in front a you nigga
Wit tha ready power
tuckin my guests under my eddie bauer
ya kyle petty style
I pull packages every hour
Hit em up

Grab ya glocks when ya see Tupac
Call tha cops when ya see Tupac
UH who shot me but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout ta feel the wrath of a menace.
Nigga we hit em up

Peep how we do it keep it real
It's penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas gettin killed
with ya mouths open
Tryin ta come up off on me
You and da clouds hoping
smoking dope is like a sherman
Niggas think they learn ta fly
But they burn muthafucka
You deserve ta die
Talkin bout you gettin money
but its funny ta me
All you niggas livin bummy
Why you fuckin with me
I'm a self-made millionaire
Thug livin outta prison pistols in the air
Biggie remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now its all about versace you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me I took and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Muthafucka I hit em up

I'm From N E W Jers
With plenty murdas and curs
No points in common we bringin drama
Ta all you herds
Malcolm check the scenario
Lil c's I'll bring you fake G's to ya knees
Copping pleas in de Janeirio
Lil Kim is you coked up or doped up
Get ya little junior mafia clic smoked up
What the fuck is you stupid
I'll take money crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my clic lootin shootin and pollutin your block
With fifteen shot cop glocks to ya knock
Outlaw mafia clic movin up another notch
In ya box tops pops get mopped and dropped
All ya fake ass east coast props brainstormed and lopped

You's a beat writa part style taker
I'll tell ya to ya face you ain't shit but a faker
Sippin the Alize with a chaser
Bout ta get murda'd for the paper
Any I mean I post the scene of the caper
Like a loc
wit lil ceasar in a choke hug
Ta tha smoke
We ain't no muthafuckin joke
Thug life niggas betta be known
We approachin in the wide open guns smokin
No need fo hopin
Its a battle lost
I got a cross
as soon as the funk
Poppin off
Nigga I hit em up

Now you tell me who won
I see them they run
Hehehe
They don't wanna see us
Whole junior mafia clic dressin up tryin ta 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 d
you wanna fuck wit us
Ya little young ass muthafuckas
Don't one a you niggas got sickle cell or sumpin
You fuck wit me nigga you fuck around have a seizure or a heart attack
You betta back the fuck up for you get smacked the fuck up
This how we do it on our side
Any you niggas from new york wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singin we bringin drama
Fuck you and yo muthafuckin mama
We gonna kill all you muthafuckas
Now when I came out I told you it was just about biggie
Then erybody had to open they mouth with a muthafuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
FUCK Mobb D
FUCK Biggie
FUCK Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a muthafuckin crew
And if you want to be down with bad boy then FUCK YOU TOO
Chino XL FUCK YOU TOO
All you muthafuckas FUCK YOU TOO



All a yall muthafuckas Fuck you die slow muthafucka
My fo fo make sure all yall kids don't grow
You muthafuckas can't be us or see us
We muthafuckin thug life rida's westside till we die
Out here in california nigga we warn ya
We'll bomb on you muthafuckas
We do our job
You think you the mob nigga we the muthafuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killas and tha real niggas
All you muthafuckas feel us
Our shit goes triple in fo quadrants

You niggas mad cuz our staff got guns in they muthafuckas belts
You know how it is when we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realest
Fuck em we bad boy killas
We kill em
We kill em
We kill em
We kill em
We kill em
We kill em
We kill em






PHEW!!!

[jaxxon]

Fairytale of New York
Shane MacGowan
performed with the Pogues


"You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip
In that bed

You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It's our last"


Top that B)

[CrumbCat]

My favorite lyrics:

Celery Bunch
sung by cartoon kids dressed in celery costumes
the (crunch)es occur when they take a bite

We're the celery bunch
And we love to crunch (crunch&#33
Celery, celery
Now you don't need a fork
And you don't need a spoon
You can munch on it all afternoon
Celery, celery
You can dip it in cheese or peanut butter
Eat it all day, go ask your mother
"What about celery, what about celery"
She'll tell you it's good for your digestive system
Fiber is good you know
And what we love
Most of all
Is that it's (crunch&#33
LOUD!
We're the celery bunch
And we love to crunch (crunch&#33
Celery, celery!

[jetje]

Originally posted by BigBank_Hank@1 July 2003 - 21:29
Bruce Springstenn - Thunder Road

"Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright
Oh and that's alright with me"

Is this a Springsteen song... ??? Never knew.. always thought it was Garth Brooks!
i only know his performance of this...


Btw great song!

[Ad]

Is this a Springsteen song... ??? Never knew.. always thought it was Garth Brooks!
i only know his performance of this...

yep sure is a Bruce Springsteen song Great Song yes!

[insanebassman]

Six Feet Under

Suffering in Ecstacy

Suffer inside myself There is no hope
In this grave Bottomless
The deepest depths An empty pit
No way to live
Dead

It's killing me This deadly plague
Poisoned blood Runs through my veins
Finding pleasure Within the pain
I'm suffering A step away
From the edge One more rush
All I need is A harder push
There is no cure My infection is self inflicted

I'm suffering In ecstasy
Slowly dying Inside my body
Locked away With no escape

Finding pleasure Within the pain
A step away From the adge
All I need is A harder push
There is no cure My infection is self inflicted

It's killing me This deadly plague
Poisoned blood Runs through my veins
Finding pleasure Within the pain

I'm suffering Suffer inside myself
There is no hope In this grave
Bottomless The deepest depths
An empty pit No way to live
Dead

A step away From the edge
One more rush All I need is
A harder push There is no cure
My infection is self inflicted
I'm suffering In ecstasy
Slowly dying Inside my body
Locked away With no escape

Finding pleasure Within the pain

---my song for today

[insanebassman]

Slayer"Captor of Sin"

Halls of Hell spread its wings as I penetrate your soul
Feel the fire shift through your body as I slip into your
throne
Cast aside, do as you will, I care not how you feel
Satan's job, I snatch you up, force of my demon's seal

Hot winds of Hell
Burns, in my wake
Death is what you pray,
Behold, captor of sin

As fit of slaves, my manipulation, captive of my vice
Abandon God, thy helpless ones, to relieve you of your plight
Subversive action will not help, it will strengthen me
I see they're glad your every move, death your final plea

Hot winds of Hell
Burns, in my wake
Death is what you pray,
Behold, captor of sin

Your skin turns to never
I ignite your timid blood
You feel my lethal touch
As I grasp your will and soul
I'll take you down into the fire

Halls of Hell spread its wings as I penetrate your soul
Feel the fire shift through your body as I slip into your
throne
Cast aside, do as you will, I care not how you feel
Satan's job, I snatch you up, force of my demon's seal

Hot winds of Hell
Burns, in my wake
Death is what you pray,
Behold, captor of sin

--damn it feels good to think evil thoughts sometimes

[Chipwonder]

HE...Hee..

It's that the leaves a rustling..
or the hinges of the gate...
or Ernies ghostly gold tops..
a rattling in their crate..

<CHORUS>
Errrnnieeee...he drove the fastest milk cart in the west.

Chip....

[Snowdog]

"Are you such a dreamer, to put the world to rights?" Radiohead 2+2=5.

[Jayhawk]

i like celery&#39;s stuff