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I can't stand "I Love The Dough" :lol:

The beat is kinda cheesy but Jay and Big's verses make the song.


People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons
And tell me you won't ball every chance you get
And any chance you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars

It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal
*****es used to go, ewww
Still tote steel, tryin' to see five mil
Off the sin-gle, for real
You ain't fazin' the amazin'
While your gun's raisin', mine is blazin'
See you on see me all talkin' to sweetness
Take it for weakness and leave quick
Blocka, Roc-a-Fella, Bad Boy collabo
Two MC's with mad dough

We hit makers with acres
Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us
Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq
Country house, tennis courts on horseback
Ridin', decidin', cracked crab, or lobster
Who say mobsters don't prosper
****** is actors, ****** deserve Oscars
Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug past your brain


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Who the **** wanna squeeze?
My Desert E's make MC's freeze
You wakin' up in cold sweats, they just dreams
You still apologizin'
Analyzin', my size and your size and
Realizin', a fist fight would be asinine
You just pop wines I must pop nines
Genuine steel piece, nozzle in your grill piece
You're shook up, two bricks, every cook up
We can hook up, all I see is the future
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar *****, life ain't sweet
Play for keeps wet shirts with experts on the creep
Our beef is my fiancé, about to marry it
Illegal transactions in Farragut with Arabics
Why not, they fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
**** around and get an ul-cer, loose your pulse or
Collapsed lung, look how many gats I brung
For them homos, still doin' promos
Break both your legs you're movin' slow-mo, got shine to glow mo'
Nine hundred and ninety six grams, you need four mo'

:pimp::nthat::smokin His greatest verse in my opinion
 
Do y'all have a favorite BIG verse?

Wordplay and cadence in this was maxed out, man.:sick::smh:



Uh, uh, uh, I been had skills, Cristal spills
Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill
Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me
In my *******; undercover, Donnie Brasco
Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl (uh-huh)
While my West Coast shorty push the chrome 740
Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat?
Half a brick of yay in the bra where her ******* at
And I'm livin' that for life, we push weight
**** the state pen, **** **** at Penn State
Listen close, it's Francis, the Praying Mantis
Attack with the MAC, my left hand spit
Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway
Player haters, get away or my lead will spray
Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me
Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what
 
I go back and forth with my favorite BIG verses, but second verse on my downfall is up there.

The whole song fire, but the world play and rhyme scheme was so ill.

“Your whole team and..be more gone than Freeman.”

Everyday struggle my favorite BIG joint.

That second verse on everyday struggle he skated all over that *****.

Heard Tec got murdered in a town I never heard of...by a ***** named Alberta, over nickel-plated burners.”

The way he flowed that **** was so effortless.
 
In The Commision, you ask for permission to hit em
He don't like me, hit him while wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderers, most shady
Been on the low lately, the feds hate me
The son of *Satan*, they say my killin's too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your mama crib waitin
Duct tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my waist
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few ****
Excellence is my presence, never tense
Never hesitant, leave a ***** bent real quick
Real sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
action, pack guns

:sick: :pimp: :sick: :pimp:


If I had to pick one verse in hip hop history it's that.

 
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All of these ***** are Wayne's children

The current crop of all these ****** is a concontion of Wayne, Cudi, Drake, Ye, Lil B, Future/Migos, Keef, and Uzi seems to be the next influence to them

This also. I just think it’s hilarious that all these does are clearly influenced in some way by him but only Young Thug actually goes out his way to acknowledge it. Has to be heartbreaking after spamming all those songs for years.
 
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