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Tupac vs nas . Who is better


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[Verse 1]

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley

Of course with me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney

Brazilian candy, from Miami

Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion

Hate rap, told me where she get cake at

She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer

Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance to

Left her husband alone to raise they son, he's in pampers

Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree

33, recovering from plastic surgery

Went from 34B to 36 double D

Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party

Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis

MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated

I was silked out, flossing with Stoute, he had the gators

When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas

Terrell said her man's a fullback for the Raiders

A drunk who'd f*ck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers

It's easy to get the p*ssy, just don't fall in love

Next thing you know I'm hugged up with this bitch in the tub

Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washing her feet

Is this love? Somebody's wife f*ck*ng a thug

Hitting it raw, tasting it, wilding out of my character

Taping it, Tyra Banks face with Faiths lips

Giving head like she knew me for years

Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs

Millions she would get if his neck got slit

She rolled the equality, then passed the la to me

Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy

He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sport

Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort

You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear

Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere

So we can make more money, then you could ever see rapping

Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adapting

P-11's, ACP shells for blasting

Caught him with his spanish maid

He had a lighter with a can of spray, burning her legs

She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic

Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out exsistance

His maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold

Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo

Twelve point five million, he kept his funds

In the Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children

Yo, I thought "What if shorty gets scared, electric chair's all I envision

All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision"

I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland

Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight

The same night, headed to Spain, nice game

Now we're back to where we meet again

[Verse 2]

Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley

Of course with me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney

Top down, night air blow her hair

Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare

Fastlane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash

Took a blast out of her coke bag

Snorted it, started screaming "Yo, we almost crashed!"

Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass

Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep

Overwhelmed by greed, put to death

f*ckKKKKKK

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nas just had to let niggas know what he was still about on triple beam dream dropping double entendres like nothing

A project minded individual criminal tactics

Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive

Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us

They liars, the end of the day, we f*ck*ng survivors

I remember watching Scarface the first time

Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime

How could I sell this poison to peoples in my mind

They dumb to destroy themselves is how I rationalise

In a bastardised nation, Magnum 4.5 carrying

Where I’m from, aint far from Washington Heights the cop Aryan

A rookie boy the cookie didn’t make no profit

A stranger to the block I damn near had to make them cop it

It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it’s garbage

I brought it back to poppy, aint tryna take no losses

He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses

He gives me powder he has faith in Nases

Ambition’s to distribute coke

Had additions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes

But I’m again broke

This sh*t aint cut for me, other dealers they up their orders

Barely at 62′s they already up they quotas

They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya

I’m at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal

Picturin’ piping out the seats of a Pathfinder

Powerful pursuit for p*ssy cash, the flash diamonds

My junior high school class, wish I stayed there

Illegal entreprenuer I got my grades there

Blaming society, man it wasn’t made fair

I would be Ivy League if America played fair

Poor excuse and so I was

Throwin’ rocks at the pen just for the love

Evil the secret life of G’s

You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK

when guys normally rap about being top coke movers my man goes at it as if he werent meant from the game

how can man say "I would be Ivy League if America played fair

Poor excuse and so I was"

bet all the street dons were with him thinking yh i wouldnt be here shotting di dragz if america wasnt against me- then he shuts that down with POOR EXCUSE

nasir>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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Guest whowantswhat

JayZ can ride any type of beat and kill it. Pac and Nas are amazing story tellers but so 1 dimensional. In terms of style, flow, catalogue and versatility I don't see why Jay-Z isn't rated higher.

Biggie>>Jay>>Nas>>pac

for me

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Same goes for tupac

Brendas got a baby

Changes

Toss it up

Hit em up

California love

Do for love

Wonder why they call you a bitch

Tempations

Smile

Keep your head up

Dear Mamma etc

How the f*ck can you say they are not versatile

:/

Guy even done poetry and sang

/

Sometimes when I'm alone

I Cry,

Cause I am on my own.

The tears I cry are bitter and warm.

They flow with life but take no form

I Cry because my heart is torn.

I find it difficult to carry on.

If I had an ear to confiding,

I would cry among my treasured friend,

but who do you know that stops that long,

to help another carry on.

The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.

Then to stop and see what makes one cry,

so painful and sad.

And sometimes…

I Cry

and no one cares about why.

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JayZ can ride any type of beat and kill it. Pac and Nas are amazing story tellers but so 1 dimensional. In terms of style, flow, catalogue and versatility I don't see why Jay-Z isn't rated higher.

Biggie>>Jay>>Nas>>pac

for me

Why can't Jay make conscious tracks like Pac and Nas?

Pac has more bangers than Jay yet he is one dimensional :/

Pac is probably the most versatile rapper in history hence his popularity.

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