Offiz. HipHop/Rap Topic

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Kurzzeitig hat ich auch mal so nen Dirty South Flash, das waren 2-3 Monate in denen ich nur Dirty gehört hab aber mitlerweile hat sich das gelegt und ich hör wieder mehr NY-Shit! Die haben einfach die besseren Lyricists. Dirty is großteils nur was für Partys!
Die krasseste Stimmen haben aber trotzdem Bun B und Slim Thug!
Doctor's Advocate bangt bei mir im Moment am meisten in meinen Anlagen! Game puttin' the West back on the map! Bin früher krass auf die Unit abgegangen! Aber 50 ist zu arrogant! Er ist einfach nicht der King! Verkaufstechnisch vllt. schon aber nicht von den Skills!

Top South:
Young Jeezy (you can do your thing shawtey it's ok to floss but it's still one rule playa! Don't get caught!)
Ludacris (I went from all right to handsome, from one room to mansions, from hanging out on the block to throwin' partys in the Hamptons, from broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, from birds on my nerves to chicks on my dick!)
Mike Jones (back then they don't want me, but now all hot ho's on me!)
Rick Ross (I got mo' cars mo' flows, mo' money means mo' dope to blow!)
T.I. (Come on, ride with me nigg*, let me show you were kickin' at, where the killers livin' at and T.I.P.'s still chillin' at!)
Project Pat (Know I'm Memphis, Dirty South, you know that I'm holdin' the hood up, you stay up!)
Gucci Mane (you a BAD ASS!)
Petey Pablo (This one's for North Carolina, come on and raise up! Take your shirt of, twist it 'round yo head, spin it like a helicopter!)

Top East:
Method Man (Osama Bin Laden on my Chini-Chin-Chin, [yo Meth the mailman!] yo Ghost let him in!)
DMX (Why is it every move I made to be a bad one?! Where's my guardian Angel? Need one, wish'd I had one!)
Jim Jones (That's my letter to the game, why you lie to me?! I let you ride fo' free!)
Fabolous (Hold up, wait a minute let me put some Brooklyn in it!)
J.R. Writer (Dipset is Big!)
Papoose (Everybody loves a winner! Victory I choose! Ain't no turnin' back I paid my dues! I tightin' up my laces when I tigh my shoes! I ain't refuse to lose!)

Top West:
Pac R.I.P. (Even know I sell rocks, it feels good to puttin' money in your mailbox! / Now it's all about Versace, you kopie'd my style, 5 shots couldn't stop me I took'd it and smile'd, now I'm about to make my records straight, I'm still the nigg* that ya love to hate!)
Dre (My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat, tread rap like kelly-wead: I smoke till I sleep!)
Game (Use'd to think that I was hard, so I stole my brothers Glocc and that's the day my life changed 'cause that night he got shot! Killed by an other Crip over his Rolex-Watch! I got high for 3 years of that Chronic from the Doc, I was drinkin' 40 ounzes a lot and every liquor-store in Compton sold out that day Eazy dropp'd, I started bangin' red laces in my Adidas!
Ice Cube ([some last words?] Yeah! Fuck all ya! / Here we come boy, real nigg* shoot to kill better run boy!)
Nate Dogg (16 in the clip and 1 in the hole, Nate Dogg is about to make some body's turn cold! Now they droppin' and yellin' tapidlade, Warren G and Nate Dogg had to regulate!)