whoa-dere
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so i just remembered that i have a presentation, i might go tomorrow i might go on wednesday. shit, right now i don't have ANYTHANG for it. You are supposed to pick a song for your partner to do the presentation on, the song is supposed to reaveal your partner's personality, traits, what he likes etc.., we need to analyze both its lyrics and rhythms
he chose we run ny by big L, my brain is frozen right now and i can't think of anything. HELP!
here's the song
lyrics
[Notorious BIG]
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a ***** wan' test
I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
When I release, you loose teeth like Lil' Cease
***** please, blood floods yo' Dungarees
And that's just the half on my warpath
Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
than the average playa hater, and spectators
buy my CD twice; they see me in the streets
They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low doe"
Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
I pull out fo'-fo's, and go up in they clothes
Short-change ******, snort-caine ******
Extortion came quicker, bought the Range *****
Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be
til Lil' Cease crippled me
Now I play hard, like my girls nipples be
The game sour like like a pickle be, y'all know da rules
Move from BK to New Jeruz -- thinkin bout
all the planes we flew, bitches, we ran through
Now the year's new, I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take two
Motherfuckers mad cause I blew, ****** envious
Too many ****** on my dick, excrement strenuous
When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina
Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at cha (we ain't mad at cha)
Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothin
Catch cases, come out frontin, smokin somethin
Sippin White Russians, queen in the Benz bumpin
I laced it wit the basic, six TV's a system
Knockin Mase excrement, face it, we hard to hit
Guard ya excrement, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up
Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up,
[Big L]
I'm from the Danger Zone where MC's get slain
We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame
Check it, my whole crew holdin
We all got rides wit extra features
It's a bunch of ya'll, one got dough, the rest is leeches
You probably mad cuz I be sexin divas
I should pull this pistol out and make you touch your sneakers
I'm on some cool out excrement, but I will pull this tool out quick
And put some holes in your new outfit
You frontin hard cuz you whip a Range
But it's a 4.0, you nerd *****, you heard Jigga now get your change
You ain't a willy you a small soldier
Give it up son it's all over
And you never sold a, pound of cane
You a clown wit fame, goin down the drain
All yo' excrement sound the same
I'ma shine pop-o, cuz when you got dough your rocks glow
L got a hot flow that rap coppo
I'm Uptown's smoothest, my first album left you clowns clueless
Sayin I'm wack, you ****** sound foolish
****** hate to see L bubble, they'd rather see L struggle
Cuz what they sell, I'ma sell double
You wanna see rocks, then look at L's wrist
If you see me in the club drinkin Mo' that means they don't sell Cris
[Big Pun]
The king of New York! Lays his crown in the Boogie Down
And sprays the town, with a Mac hoodied down
I'm no joke!
Yo we the Bronx avengers
Partners in these peelan adventures
We the monster ****** in your dreams that be stompin ya senseless
So be conscious of us, if you march against us
Im a call my gentas and you nondescripters gonna have to face the
consequences
We large placentas and you small change
Hittin ****** long range, wrong gauge
Leavin ****** John Blaze
Crime pays if you nice with yours
The Bronx is where you fight for yours
Ice across, slice cigars, light cigars
All day, wylin freestylin in the hallways
Broadway aint got more drama than Watson off a card game
This aint the old days shorties was bustin, aint no ****** jokin
Some ***** called me a German, I had to bust him open
My brothers holdin me down with heavy artillery
Chevies and willies be chilin in front of every facility
Joey from Trinity so he raps Forrest
You could save the best for us
But you still better place your bets on us
The Bronx baby, where the best get blown
My restin zone, come on ***** test your throne
Im blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home
I dont aim for the chest queen, strictly necks and domes
you know you'll get K
he chose we run ny by big L, my brain is frozen right now and i can't think of anything. HELP!
here's the song
lyrics
[Notorious BIG]
Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests
Fifty shot clip if a ***** wan' test
I make yo' mouthpiece obese like Della Reese
When I release, you loose teeth like Lil' Cease
***** please, blood floods yo' Dungarees
And that's just the half on my warpath
Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
than the average playa hater, and spectators
buy my CD twice; they see me in the streets
They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low doe"
Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show
I pull out fo'-fo's, and go up in they clothes
Short-change ******, snort-caine ******
Extortion came quicker, bought the Range *****
Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be
til Lil' Cease crippled me
Now I play hard, like my girls nipples be
The game sour like like a pickle be, y'all know da rules
Move from BK to New Jeruz -- thinkin bout
all the planes we flew, bitches, we ran through
Now the year's new, I lay my game flat
I want my spot back, take two
Motherfuckers mad cause I blew, ****** envious
Too many ****** on my dick, excrement strenuous
When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina
Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at cha (we ain't mad at cha)
Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothin
Catch cases, come out frontin, smokin somethin
Sippin White Russians, queen in the Benz bumpin
I laced it wit the basic, six TV's a system
Knockin Mase excrement, face it, we hard to hit
Guard ya excrement, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up
Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up
Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up,
[Big L]
I'm from the Danger Zone where MC's get slain
We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame
Check it, my whole crew holdin
We all got rides wit extra features
It's a bunch of ya'll, one got dough, the rest is leeches
You probably mad cuz I be sexin divas
I should pull this pistol out and make you touch your sneakers
I'm on some cool out excrement, but I will pull this tool out quick
And put some holes in your new outfit
You frontin hard cuz you whip a Range
But it's a 4.0, you nerd *****, you heard Jigga now get your change
You ain't a willy you a small soldier
Give it up son it's all over
And you never sold a, pound of cane
You a clown wit fame, goin down the drain
All yo' excrement sound the same
I'ma shine pop-o, cuz when you got dough your rocks glow
L got a hot flow that rap coppo
I'm Uptown's smoothest, my first album left you clowns clueless
Sayin I'm wack, you ****** sound foolish
****** hate to see L bubble, they'd rather see L struggle
Cuz what they sell, I'ma sell double
You wanna see rocks, then look at L's wrist
If you see me in the club drinkin Mo' that means they don't sell Cris
[Big Pun]
The king of New York! Lays his crown in the Boogie Down
And sprays the town, with a Mac hoodied down
I'm no joke!
Yo we the Bronx avengers
Partners in these peelan adventures
We the monster ****** in your dreams that be stompin ya senseless
So be conscious of us, if you march against us
Im a call my gentas and you nondescripters gonna have to face the
consequences
We large placentas and you small change
Hittin ****** long range, wrong gauge
Leavin ****** John Blaze
Crime pays if you nice with yours
The Bronx is where you fight for yours
Ice across, slice cigars, light cigars
All day, wylin freestylin in the hallways
Broadway aint got more drama than Watson off a card game
This aint the old days shorties was bustin, aint no ****** jokin
Some ***** called me a German, I had to bust him open
My brothers holdin me down with heavy artillery
Chevies and willies be chilin in front of every facility
Joey from Trinity so he raps Forrest
You could save the best for us
But you still better place your bets on us
The Bronx baby, where the best get blown
My restin zone, come on ***** test your throne
Im blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home
I dont aim for the chest queen, strictly necks and domes
you know you'll get K
