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dj tek
SSU MF !

Registered: Feb 2002
Location: TransFixedST8
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Eminem - Kim[Bitch So Wrong] off The Marshall Mathers LP[Interscope/Aftermath]
Yesterday I changed your diaper, wiped you and powdered you.
How did you get so big, can't believe it, now your two
Baby your so precious, daddy's so proud of you
SIT DOWN, BITCH, IF YOU MOVE AGAIN I'LL BEAT THE sh*t OUT OF YOU..
Kim: OK!!
Eminem: (Kim screaming) Don't make me wake this baby, she don't need to see
what I’m about to do
Quit crying bitch, why do you always make me shout at you
How could you?...just leave me and love him out the blue
Kim: (crying)
Eminem: Oh, what's a matter Kim....am I too loud for you?? (Kim screaming)
Too bad bitch, your gonna finally hear me out this time
At first, I’m like all right, you wanna throw me out, that's fine.
But not for him to take my place, are you out you're mind?
This couch, this tv, this whole house is mine.
How could you let him sleep in our bed?
Look it Kim, Look at your husband now,(kim: NOOO) I said look at him!!!
He ain't so hot now is he? Little punk.
Kim: Why are you doing this?
Eminem: Shut the f*ck up!!!
Kim: You're drunk, You're never going to get away at this..
Eminem: You think I give a f*ck!
Come on..we're going’ for a ride bitch,(Kim: NOOOO) sit up front.
Kim: why can't we just leave Haley alone....what if she wakes up?
Eminem: We'll be right back......Well I will, you'll be in the trunk.
Chorus 2x
SO LONG
BITCH YOU DID ME SO WRONG
I DON'T WANNA GO ON
LIVIN' IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU
Eminem: You really f*cked me Kim,
You really did a number on me,
Never knew me cheatin' on you would come back to hunt me.
But we was kids then Kim, I was only 18!
That was years ago, I thought we wiped the slate clean
That's f*cked up!!
Kim: I LOVE YOU.
Eminem: OH GOD MY BRAIN IS RACIN!
Kim: I LOVE YOU.
Eminem: What are you doing, change the station......I HATE this song! Does
this look like a big joke?
Kim: NO......
Eminem: * There’s a 4 year old boy lyin’ dead with a slit throat.....in your
living room.....HA HA........What you think I'm kiddin’ you
(crying) You loved him didn't you?
Kim: NO
Eminem: BULLsh*t YOU BITCH DON'T f*ckING LIE
TO ME.....(honk, honk)....What the f*ck's this guy's problem on the side of
me?......f*ck YOU ASSHOLE, YEAH BITE ME........KIM,KIIIM....why don't you
like
me?.....you think I’m ugly don't you.
Kim: IT’S NOT THAT
Eminem: no you think I’m ugly,
get the f*ck away from me, don't touch me.....I HATE YOU...I HATE YOU...I
SWEAR
TO GOD I HATE YOU....OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU .....HOW THE f*ck COULD YOU DO
THIS TO
ME (Kim: sorry) HOW THE f*ck COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!
Chorus2x
SO LONG
BITCH YOU DID ME SO WRONG
I DON'T WANNA GO ON
LIVIN' IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU
Eminem: Come on get out.
Kim: I can't I'm scared.
Eminem: I said get out bitch!
Kim: Let go of my hair....please don't do this baby...please...I love
you...look we
can just take Haley and leave
Eminem: f*ck YOU!....YOU DID THIS TO US...YOU DID IT...IT'S YOUR FAULT.
Oh my god i'm crackin up , GET A GRIP MARSHALL!!!!
Hey member the time we went to Brian's party?
And you were like so drunk that you threw up all over Archie.
That was funny wasn't it?
Kim: yes..
Eminem: THAT WAS FUNNY WASN'T IT?!!
Kim: YES!!
Eminem: See, it all makes sense, doesn't it? You and your husband had a
fight
One of you tries to grab a knife, and during the struggle he accidentally
gets his Adams apple sliced....And while this is goin’ on...his son just
woke up, and he just walks in...She panics...and he gets his throat cut, So
now they both dead....and you slash your own throat, So now it's double
homicide and suicide with no note, I should have known better when you
started to act weird, We could've.......HEY! where ya goin....get back
here!!! You can't run from me Kim....It's just us...Nobody else! You're only
makin’ this harder on yourself
HA HA....GOTCHA!!!! (Kim screams)HHHAA.......GO AHEAD YELL
HERE ILL SCREAM WITCHA......AH SOMEBODY HELP!!!
Don't you get it bitch, no one can hear you? ...Now shut the f*ck up and get
what's comin to you......You were supposed to love me!!!!! (kim
choking).....NOW BLEED BITCH BLEED....BLEED BITCH BLEED...BLEEEEEED!!!!
Chorus 2x
SO LONG..
BITCH YOU DID ME SO WRONG..
I DON'T WANNA GO ON..
LIVIN' IN THIS WORLD WITHOUT YOU..
it must have been a trip watching em spit this while recording in the studio...

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NIC FANCIULLI @ STUDIO B [Brooklyn] w/ Dany Veltri, Chris Luzz & Tae Seol -Fri. June 20, 2008
RHODE KILL 2 @ THE RANCH [RI] -18/19/20 July 2008
WEBSITE-MYSPACE-[email protected]
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Taub
Way Out East

Registered: Apr 2001
Location: nyc
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not crazy but some good lyrics that make a lot of sense
GangStarr - Peace of Mine
Album: The Ownerz
[DJ Premier]
Aiyyo, what the FUCK is this shit that y'all are listenin to
nowadays on the radio man? You call that shit hip-hop?
THAT'S SOME ****** BITCH SHIT Y'ALL ARE LISTENIN TO!
All you DJ's are lettin the program directors handcuff you
and sit there and tell you how to mix?! YOU FUCKIN ROBOTS!
FUCK Y'ALL!!!
[Guru]
Real talk, serious thoughts
True and livin with a youthful vengeance, yo
[Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"]
[Guru]
At times I feel like my back's against the wall
And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all
I stand my ground, that's what I was taught
While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort
In the midst of war, I find peace within
Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate
Of course I want money, but I won't compromise
Y'all don't realize, think I won't bomb you guys?
With the truth nigga, stop misleadin the youth nigga
Too many wakes and funerals, that's the proof nigga
Our hood's in danger, kids need guidance
You keep lyin, still the young keep dyin
As I walk through the valley I fear none, yes I'm the chairman
Here with my nigga Premier son
And we came to change the game
We represent the pain that's real talk, what's y'all claim to fame?
Rappers simply tracin flows and chasin hoes
Frontin mad hard, that shit's amazin yo
Producers makin Tinkerbell beats for them to rhyme on
Their ass if they get on the same stage that I'm on
Our shit be rugged, like the New York streets
Make the wrong move stupid then you lose your seat
Cats be buyin up SoundScans to beef up sales
Niggaz wanna crossover, wanna be upscale
Fuck that, that ain't hip-hop, that's somethin else
You're better off back on the ave doin somethin else
All you suckers claimin that you are, thug or gangsta
You disrespect the game by dry-snitchin you prankster
I thank y'all for makin more room for us, uhh
Ashes to dust you wonder who's to trust
My sense of self, and my mental health
is much more powerful, than any hint of wealth
A lot of niggaz get cash, and collect Mercedes
But neglect their ladies, and forget their babies
Then the chicks turn and act like dudes
Cause they reflect our light, so yo act right fool
And this is just a piece of my mind, a thesis of mine
I'ma make moves and I'ma leave you behind
At times I feel like my back's against the wall
And if y'all ain't with me, then it's me against y'all
I stand my ground, that's what I was taught
While others stand around, I hold it down like a fort
In the midst of war, I find peace within
Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
I show love cause it's a terrible thing to hate
[Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"]
["My flow is like.." ".. as live as it gets"]
[Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live as it gets"]
[Primo: "Trust me, I'm as live.."]
["My flow is like.." ".. as live as it gets"]
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Jan-08-2004 18:21
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Anno Domino
Supreme tranceaddict

Registered: Oct 2003
Location: NYC: where people have sex for money
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Artist: Nas
Album: It Was Written
Song: I Gave You Power
[Nas]
Damn! Look how muh-******s use a nigga
Just use me for whatever the fuck they want
I don't get to say shit
Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want
Sell me, throw me away
Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right?
Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit
It's like I'm a motherfuckin gun
I can't believe this shit....
Word up.. (word up..)
I seen some cold nights and bloody days
They grab and me bullets spray
They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats they sneak me in clubs
Been in the hands of mad thugs
They feed me when they load me with mad slugs
Seventeen precisely, one in my head
They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me kill
But what I feel it never mattered
When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired
A broken safety, niggaz place me in shelves
under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred
Keep me full up with hollow heads
Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X)
How you like me now? I go blaow
It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul
I might have took your first child
Scarred your life, crippled your style
I gave you power
I made you buck wild
[Nas]
Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip
The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised
Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me
Results of what happens to niggaz shock me
I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears
fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years
I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me
Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed
I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade
Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say
Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero
Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place
where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on
I make myself jam right in my owner's hand
Chorus
[Nas]
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine
There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryin
Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear
He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career
Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf
His eyes bubblin, he said, "It was on"
I felt his palm troubled him shakin
Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin
He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin
My creation was for blacks to kill blacks
It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories
But this time, it's done intentionally
He walked me outside, saw this cat
Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?"
He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong
Knowing niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im
He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge
What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt
A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase
My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast
I didn't know he was hit, it's over with
Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin
Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me
Damn!
___________________
You've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable... known someone that could level you with her eyes... feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you.
Skylar: Men are shameless. If your not thinking with your weiner, you're acting directly on it's behalf.
Will: You bet and on behalf of my weiner, can I get like an advanced payment?
Skylar: No.
GOOD WILL HUNTING ownz u!
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