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Eazy-E

Eric Lynn Wright (September 7, 1964 – March 26, 1995), known professionally as Eazy-E, was an American rapper and rap mogul who propelled West Coast rap and gangsta rap by leading the group N.W.A and its label, Ruthless Records, pushing the boundaries of lyrical content.

Born and raised in Compton, a small yet violent city near Los Angeles, Wright had several legal troubles before founding Ruthless in 1987. After a short solo career with frequent collaboration with Ice Cube and Dr. Dre, they joined, forming N.W.A, later that year.

N.W.A's debut studio album, Straight Outta Compton, released in 1988, highly controversial then, is now ranked among the greatest and most influential albums. The group released its third and final studio album, Niggaz4Life, in 1991, and soon disbanded.

During N.W.A's splintering, largely by disputes over money, Eazy-E became embroiled in bitter rivalries with Ice Cube and Dr. Dre, who had departed for solo careers in 1989 and 1991, respectively. Resuming his sole career, Eazy-E released two EPs.

Yet Wright remained more significant behind the scenes, signing and nationally debuting the rap group Bone Thugs-N-Harmony from 1993 to 1994. But in 1995, suddenly hospitalized and diagnosed with AIDS, Wright died through its complications.

Early life and Ruthless Records investment

Eric Wright was born to Richard and Kathie Wright on September 7, 1964, in Compton, California, a Los Angeles suburb noted for high crime rates and gang culture. His father was a postal worker and his mother was a grade-school administrator. Wright dropped out of high school in the tenth grade, but later received a general equivalency diploma (GED).

Wright supported himself mainly by selling drugs, and introduced his cousin to the illicit occupation. Wright's music manager Jerry Heller recalls seeing Wright selling marijuana, but not cocaine. Heller would claim that Wright's "dope dealer" label was part of his "self-forged armor". Wright was also labeled as a "thug". Heller explains: "The hood where he grew up was a dangerous place. He was a small guy. 'Thug' was a role that was widely understood on the street; it gave you a certain level of protection in the sense that people hesitated to fuck with you. Likewise, 'dope dealer' was a role that accorded you certain privileges and respect."

In 1986, at age 22, Wright had allegedly earned as much as US$250,000 from dealing drugs. However, after his cousin was shot and killed, he decided that he could make a better living in the Los Angeles hip hop scene, which was growing rapidly in popularity. He started recording songs during the mid-1980s in his parents' garage.

The original idea for Ruthless Records came when Wright asked Heller to go into business with him. Wright suggested a half-ownership company, but it was later decided that Wright would get eighty percent of the company's income and Heller would only get twenty percent. According to Heller, he told Wright, "Every dollar comes into Ruthless, I take twenty cents. That's industry standard for a manager of my caliber. I take twenty, you take eighty percent. I am responsible for my expenses and you're responsible for yours. You own the company. I work for you." Along with Heller, Wright invested much of his money into Ruthless Records. Heller claims that he invested the first $250,000 and would eventually put up to $1,000,000 into the company.

Musical career

N.W.A and Eazy-Duz-It (1986–1991)

N.W.A's original lineup consisted of Arabian Prince, Dr. Dre, Eazy-E, and Ice Cube. DJ Yella and MC Ren joined later. The compilation album N.W.A. and the Posse was released on November 6, 1987, and would go on to be certified Gold in the United States. The album featured material previously released as singles on the Macola Records label, which was responsible for distributing the releases by N.W.A and other artists like the Fila Fresh Crew, a West Coast rap group originally based in Dallas, Texas.

Eazy-E's debut album, Eazy-Duz-It, was released on September 16, 1988, and featured twelve tracks. It was labeled as West Coast hip hop, gangsta rap and, later, as golden age hip hop. It has sold over 2.5 million copies in the United States and reached number forty-one on the Billboard 200. The album was produced by Dr. Dre and DJ Yella and largely written by MC Ren, Ice Cube and The D.O.C.. Both Glen Boyd from the Seattle Post-Intelligencer and MTV's Jon Wiederhorn claimed that Eazy-Duz-It "paved the way" for N.W.A's most controversial album, Straight Outta Compton. Wright's only solo in the album was a remix of the song "8 Ball", which originally appeared on N.W.A. and the Posse. The album featured Wright's writing and performing; he performed on seven songs and helped write four songs.

Ice Cube left N.W.A in 1989 because of internal disputes and the group continued as a four-piece ensemble. N.W.A released 100 Miles and Runnin' in 1990 and Niggaz4Life in 1991. A diss war started between N.W.A and Ice Cube when "100 Miles and Runnin'" and "Real Niggaz" were released. Ice Cube responded with "No Vaseline" on Death Certificate. Wright performed on seven of the eighteen songs on Niggaz4Life. In March 1991 Wright accepted an invitation to a lunch benefiting the Republican Senatorial Inner Circle, hosted by then-U.S. President George H. W. Bush. A spokesman for the rapper said that Eazy-E supported Bush because of his performance in the Persian Gulf War.

End of N.W.A and feud with Dr. Dre (1991–1994)

N.W.A began to split up after Jerry Heller became the band's manager. Dr. Dre recalls: "The split came when Jerry Heller got involved. He played the divide and conquer game. Instead of taking care of everybody, he picked one nigga to take care of and that was Eazy. And Eazy was like, 'I'm taken care of, so fuck it'." Dr. Dre and The D.O.C. sent Suge Knight to look into Eazy-E's financial situation as they began to grow suspicious of Eazy-E and Jerry Heller. Dr. Dre and The D.O.C. asked Eazy-E to release him from Ruthless, but Eazy-E refused. The impasse led to what reportedly transpired between Suge Knight and Eazy-E at the recording studio where Niggaz4life was recorded. After he refused to release Dr. Dre and The D.O.C., Suge Knight told Eazy-E that he had kidnapped Jerry Heller and was holding him prisoner in a van. This did not convince Eazy-E to release Dr. Dre and The D.O.C. from Ruthless, and Suge Knight threatened Eazy-E's family: Suge Knight gave Eazy-E a piece of paper that contained Eazy's mother's address, telling him, "I know where your mama stays." Eazy-E finally signed Dr. Dre and The D.O.C.'s releases, officially ending N.W.A.

The feud with Dr. Dre continued after a track on Dre's debut album The Chronic, "Fuck wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')", contained lyrics that insulted Eazy-E. Eazy responded with the EP, It's On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa, featuring the tracks "Real Muthaphuckkin G's" and "It's On". The album, which was released on October 25, 1993, contains pictures of Dre wearing "lacy outfits and makeup" when he was a member of the Electro-hop World Class Wreckin' Cru.

Personal life

Wright had a son, Eric Darnell Wright (known as Lil Eazy-E), in 1984. He also had a daughter named Erin who has legally changed her name to Ebie In October 2016 she launched a crowd-funding campaign to produce a film called Ruthless Scandal: No More Lies to investigate her father's death. It ended unsuccessfully in December 2016.

Wright met Tomica Woods at a Los Angeles nightclub in 1991 and they married in 1995, twelve days before his death. They had a son named Dominick and a daughter named Daijah (born six months after Wright's death). After Wright's death, Ruthless was taken over by his wife. According to Jerry Heller, Wright had 11 children with eight different women.

Illness and death

On February 24, 1995, Wright was admitted to the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles with a violent cough. He was diagnosed with HIV/AIDS. He announced his illness in a public statement on March 16, 1995. It is believed Wright contracted the infection from a sexual partner.During the week of March 20, having already made amends with Ice Cube, he drafted a final message to his fans. On March 26, 1995, Eazy-E died from complications of AIDS, one month after his diagnosis. He was 30 years old (most reports at the time said he was 31 due to the falsification of his date of birth by one year). He was buried on April 7, 1995, at Rose Hills Memorial Park in Whittier, California. Over 3,000 people attended his funeral, including Jerry Heller and DJ Yella. He was buried in a gold casket, and was dressed in a flannel shirt, jeans, and his Compton hat. On January 30, 1996, ten months after Eazy-E's death, his final album, Str8 off tha Streetz of Muthaphukkin Compton was released.

According to his son Lil Eazy-E, Eazy-E was worth an estimated USD$50 million at the time of his death.

Musical influences and style

Allmusic cites Eazy-E's influences as Ice-T, Redd Foxx, King Tee, Bootsy Collins, Run–D.M.C., Richard Pryor, Egyptian Lover, Schoolly D, Too $hort, Prince, the Sugarhill Gang and George Clinton. In the documentary The Life and Timez of Eric Wright, Eazy-E mentions collaborating with many of his influences.

When reviewing Str8 off tha Streetz of Muthaphukkin Compton, Stephen Thomas Erlewine noted "... Eazy-E sounds revitalized, but the music simply isn't imaginative. Instead of pushing forward and creating a distinctive style, it treads over familiar gangsta territory, complete with bottomless bass, whining synthesizers, and meaningless boasts." When reviewing Eazy-Duz-It, Jason Birchmeier of Allmusic said, "In terms of production, Dr. Dre and Yella meld together P-Funk, Def Jam-style hip-hop and the leftover electro sounds of mid-'80s Los Angeles, creating a dense, funky, and thoroughly unique style of their own." Birchmeier described Eazy-E's style as "dense, unique and funky", and said that it sounded "absolutely revolutionary in 1988".

Several members of N.W.A wrote lyrics for Eazy-Duz-It: Ice Cube, The D.O.C. and MC Ren. The EP 5150: Home 4 tha Sick features a song written by Naughty By Nature. The track "Merry Muthaphuckkin' Xmas" features Menajahtwa, Buckwheat, and Atban Klann as guest vocalists, and "Neighborhood Sniper" features Kokane as a guest vocalist. It's On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa features several guest vocalists, including Gangsta Dresta, B.G. Knocc Out. Kokane, Cold 187um, Rhythum D, and Dirty Red. Str8 off tha Streetz of Muthaphukkin Compton featured several guest vocalists, including B.G. Knocc Out, Gangsta Dresta, Sylk-E. Fyne, Dirty Red, Menajahtwa, Roger Troutman and ex-N.W.A members MC Ren and DJ Yella.

Legacy

Eazy-E has been called the godfather of gangsta rap. MTV's Reid Shaheem said that Eazy was a "rap-pioneer", and he is sometimes cited by critics as a legend. Steve Huey of AllMusic said that he was "one of the most controversial figures in gangsta rap". Since his 1995 death, many book and video biographies have been produced, including 2002's The Day Eazy-E Died and Dead and Gone.

When Eazy was diagnosed with AIDS, many magazines like Jet, Vibe, Billboard, The Crisis, and Newsweek covered the story and released information on the topic. All of his studio albums and EPs charted on the Billboard 200, and many of his singles—"Eazy-Duz-It", "We Want Eazy", "Real Muthaphuckkin G's, and "Just tah Let U Know"—also charted in the U.S.

In 2012 an Eazy-E documentary was released by Ruthless Propaganda, called Ruthless Memories. The documentary featured interviews from Jerry Heller, MC Ren and B.G. Knocc Out.

In the 2015 film Straight Outta Compton, Eazy-E is played by Jason Mitchell and the film is dedicated in his memory.

Discography

Studio albums

Eazy-Duz-It (1988)

Str8 off tha Streetz of Muthaphukkin Compton (1996)

Extended Plays

5150: Home 4 tha Sick (1992)

It's On (Dr. Dre) 187um Killa (1993)

Impact of a Legend (2002)

with N.W.A

N.W.A. and the Posse (1987)

Straight Outta Compton (1988)

100 Miles and Runnin' (1990)

Niggaz4Life (1991)

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reelaroundthedavekan · 4 years

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Morning Song

100 Miles and Runnin’ - N.W.A.

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Catch those motherfuckers, catch them, catch them Hey man, keep up keep up, this way, come on man, hurry up You don't really think you're gonna get away, do you? We haven't spotted them yet. But they're somewhere in the immediate vicinity

A 100 miles and runnin' - MC Ren, I hold the gun and You want me to kill a mutherfucker and it's done in Since I'm stereotyped to kill and destruct - Is one of the main reasons I don't give a fuck Chances are usually not good 'Cause I'm frisked with my hands on a hot hood And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who When in a black and white the capacity is two We're not alone, we're three more brothers, I mean street-brothers Not wearing medallions, 'cause we're not stupid, mutherfuckers They're out to take our heads for what we said in the past Point blank, they can kiss my black ass I didn't stutter when I said "Fuck Tha Police" 'Cause it's hard for a nigga to get peace Now it's broken and can't be fixed 'Cause police and little black niggas don't mix so Now I'm creepin' through the fall Runnin' like a G, we'll see, I might have slayed y'all So for now pack the gun and Hold it in the air 'cause MC Ren has a 100 miles of runnin'

In today's news. Four fugitives are on the run FBI sources tell us that the four are headed 100 miles to their home base, Compton

Lend me a mutherfuckin' ear So I can tell you why

Runnin' with my brothers, headed for the homebase With a steady pace on the face that just reads race The road ahead goes on and on The shit is gettin' longer than the mutherfuckin' marathon Runnin' on but never runnin' out Stayin' wired and if I get tired, I can still try out Hitchhikin' if that's what it gotta do But nobody's pickin' up a Nigga Witta Attitude Confused, yo but Dre's a nigga with nuthin' to lose One of the few who's been accused and abused Of the crime of poisonin' young minds But you don't know shit til you been in my shoes And Dre is back from the C-P-T Droppin' some shit that's D-O-P-E So fuck the P-O-L-I-C-E! And any mutherfucker that disagrees Stuck and runnin' hard, hauling ass 'Cause I been a nigga known for havin' a notorious past My mind was slick - my temper was too quick Now the FBI's all over my dick

Got the stick and runnin' just to find the gun that started the clock That's when the E jumped off the startin' block A 100 miles from home and, yo, it's a long stretch A little sprintin' mutherfucker that they won't catch Yeah, back to Compton again Yo, it's either that or the Federal pen 'Cause niggas been runnin' since beginning of time Takin' a minute to tell you what's on my mutherfuckin' mind Runnin' like I just don't care Compton's 50 miles but, yo, I'mma get there Archin' my back and on a straight route Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out From city to city I'm a menace as I pass by Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin' Straight at yo ass, a 100 miles and runnin'

This one goes out to the four brothers from Compton You're almost there, but the FBI has a little message for you: Nowhere to run to, baby. Nowhere to hide Good luck brothers

Runnin' like a nigga I hate to lose Show me on the news but I hate to be abused I know it was a set-up - So now I'm gonna get up Even if the FBI wants me to shut up But I've got 10 000 niggas strong They got everybody singin' my "Fuck Tha Police" song And while they treat my group like dirt Their whole fuckin' family is wearin' our T-shirts So I'mma run 'til I can't run no more 'Cause it's time for MC Ren to settle the score I got a urge to kick down doors At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls

Clouds are dark and brothers are hidin' Dick-tricklin' at the sunny mutherfucker's are ridin' Started with five and, yo, one couldn't take it So now there's four 'cause the fifth couldn't make it The number's even - now I'm leavin' We're never gettin' took by a bitch with a weave in Her and the troops are right behind me But they're so fuckin' stupid, they'll never find me

One more mile to go through the dark streets Runnin' like a mutherfucker on my own two feet But you know I never stumble or lag last I'm almost home so I better haul ass Tearin' up everything in sight It's a little crazy mutherfucker dodging the searchlight Now that chase, the shit, is done and Four mutherfuckers goin' crazy with A 100 miles of runnin'!

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! Surprise, niggas!

#Morning Song #NWA

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beatmyaudio · 4 years

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Thugz Mansion Song Lyrics – 2Pac

Thugz Mansion Song Lyrics

Thugz Mansion Song Lyrics From Popular Hollywood Artist 2Pac from Album.

This song is sung by singer ” 2Pac ” in Year 2003.

Lyrics of Thugz Mansion :

shit tired of gettin shot at tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested niggas need a spot where we can kick it a spot where we belong thats just for us niggas aint gotta get all dressed up and be hollywood yknahmean where do niggas go when we die aint no heaven for a thug nigga thats why we go to thug mansion thats the only place where thugs get in free and you gotta be a g at thug mansiona place to spend my quiet nights time to unwind so much pressure in this life of mine i cry at times i once contemplated suicide and woulda tried but when i held that 9 all i could see was my mommas eyes no one knows my struggle they only see the trouble not knowin its hard to carry on when no one loves you picture me inside the misery of poverty no man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived prayin hard for better days promise to hold on me and my dawgs aint have a choice but to roll on we found a family spot to kick it where we can drink liquor store and no one bickers over trick shit a spot where we can smoke in peace and even though we gs we still visualize places that we can roll in peace and in my minds eye i see this place the players go in fast i got a spot for us all so we can ball at thugs mansionaint no place id rather be chilren dead homies and family sky high iced out paradise in the sky aint no place id rather be only place thats right for me chromed out mansion in paradise in the skywill i survive all the fights and the darkness trouble sparks they tell me home is where the heart is dear departed i shed tattooed tears and couldnt sleep good for multiple years witness peers catch gunshots nobody cares seen the politicians ban us theyd rather see us locked in chains please explain why they cant stand us is there a way for me to change or am i just a victim of things i did to maintain i need a place to rest my head with the little bit of homeboys that remains cause all the rest dead is there a spot for us to roll if you find it ill be right behind ya show me and ill go how can i be peaceful im comin from the bottom watch my daddy scream peace while the other man shot him i need a house thats full of love when i need to escape the deadly places slingin drugs in thugs mansionaint no place id rather be chilren dead homies and family sky high iced out paradise in the sky aint no place id rather be only place thats right for me chromed out mansion in paradise in the skydear momma dont cry your baby boys doin good tell the homies im in heaven and they aint got hoods seen a show with marvin gaye last night it had me shook drippin peppermint schnapps with jackie wilson and sam cooke then some lady named billie holiday sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm til the day came little latasha sho grown tell the lady in the liquor that shes forgiven so come home maybe in time youll understand only god can save us when miles davis cuttin lose with the band just think of all the people that you knew in the past that passed on they in heaven found peace at last picture a place that they exist together there has to be a place better than this in heaven so right before i sleep dear god what im askin remember this face save me a place in thugs mansionaint no place id rather be chilren dead homies and family sky high iced out paradise in the sky aint no place id rather be only place thats right for me chromed out mansion in paradise in the skyaint no place id rather be chilren dead homies and family sky high iced out paradise in the sky aint no place id rather be only place thats right for me chromed out mansion in paradise in the sky

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artlike-us · 5 years

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“Dream chaser, keep chasing Grind will turn into your shine, be patient Yeah, a hundred miles and runnin' Tryna catch up to my dreams so you know I'm Forrest Gumpin' I'm a dream chaser...” I was at @meekmill’s #Champions release party last night. This shot was inspired by the Dreamchasers’ covers, soon as I saw the lighting I wanted this one cuz when Meek first dropped that shit PA was hype, this nigga had the ugliest braids tied to the hardest bars on YouTube and he had it on fire dawg! Then he got “discovered” & inspired the whole hood, It’s such a blessing to be able to shoot my favorite artists like I do, this one was crazy lit. Meek is that nigga dawg! Keep winning, congratulations on the album and I’m hype about watching ya life get better my g, it’s a beautiful thing! #ArtLikeUs x #Dreamchasers (at PHD Rooftop Lounge at Dream Downtown) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq0WnXMgsNW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=m9oje03xzpv

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amarrathee-blog · 6 years

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I don't take back what I say, if I said it then I meant it All my life, I want a Grammy, but I'll prolly never get it I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon (ay, yah yah) Fuck the system, I'm that nigga, bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food Pass the plate! Where my drink? This my day, lucky you Fuck you too, woo! [Chorus: Joyner Lucas] Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, hop out and shoot Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, give me the juice [Verse 1: Joyner Lucas] Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you, all of you finished Back to these bullets, it's back to the job Pull my MAC out and all of you runnin' Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushin' These packs and I'm actually pumpin' Can't fuck with you rappers, you practically suckin' You mighta' went platinum, but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzin' this time Straight out the kitchen, I told 'em the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys If I don't kill you, just know you gon' suffer this time I ain't no gangster but I got some bangers Some chains and some blades and a couple of knives Choppers and jammies, a partridge, a pear tree My twelve days of Christmas was nothin' but lies (ay) I run at you hard like a sumo (sumo) They say I talk like a chulo (chulo) I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno (woo) Bitch I'm a dog, call me "Cujo" (rah) You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just drop 4 like a Uno (bup) Cállate boca mejor, maricón, little puto, and all of you culo (Joyner) They've invented a level up in the ghetto to get old Lookin' for somethin' I prolly can never find now Shit get relevant until the beef die down In truth a nigga just really want me tied down I've been alone and I never needed nobody Just only me and my shotty, I'll tell these niggas to lie down Keep all the money, I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my son'll be alright now I said ain't no love for the other side Or anyone who ever want smoke (Joyner) When I die I'm goin' out as the underdog who never lost hope (yeah) You in the wrong cab down the wrong path Nigga, wrong way, wrong road (woo) Snakes in the grass tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower (vroom!) [Bridge: Eminem] I done said a lotta things in my day, I admit it This is payback in a way, I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys, but I sold my soul to get 'em Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition Fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker, bend the law, fuck the rules Man I used to risk it all, now I got too much to lose I've been eatin' long enough, man my stomach should be full I just ate, licked the plate, my buffet, lucky me Fuck you think? (woo!) [Verse 2: Eminem] I got a couple of mansions Still I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghost writers But to these kids it don't actually matter They're askin' me, "What the fuck happened to hip-hop?" I said, "I don't have any answers." 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album It hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers And actually comin' from humble beginnings I'm somewhat uncomfortable winning I wish I could say "What a wonderful feeling!" "We're on the upswing like we're punchin' the ceiling!" But nothin' is feeling like anyone has any fuckin' ability To even stick to a subject, it's killin' me The inability to pen humility Hatata batata, why don't we make a bunch of Fuckin' songs about nothin' and mumble 'em? Fuck it, I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you that made rap Let's recap, way back, MC's that wreak havoc on tape decks ADAT's, where the G Raps and Kanes at? We need 3 Stacks ASAP and bring Masta Ace back 'Cause half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin', face tats, syruped out like tree sap I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad But in fact, where the old me at? The same cat That would take that feed-back and aim back, I need that But I think it's inevitable They know what button to press or what lever to pull To get me to snap though (lil' bitch) And if I'm payin' attention I'm probably makin' it bigger But you've been takin' ya dicks in the fuckin' back, ho (get it?) On the brink, any minute got me thinkin' of finishin' Everything with acetaminophen and reapin' the benefits I'm asleep at the wheel again As I peak into thinkin' about an evil intent Of another beat I'ma kill again 'Cause even if I gotta end up eatin' a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine with the minithin It better be at least 70 or 300 milligram And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up bein' a villain again Levels to this shit, I got an elevator You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy I made, I never cater Motherfucker, now I got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I wrote 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, ayy It's the moment y'all been waitin' for Like California wishin' rain would pour In that drought, y'all been prayin' for My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall, that outlaw That they say as a writer might've fell off I'm back on that bull like the cowboys

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your-musicaboa · 6 years

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Lucky You (Feat. Joyner Lucas) - Eminem

Woah Joyner, Joyner Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah I done did a lot of things in my day I admit it, I don't take back what I say If I said it, then I meant it All my life I want a Grammy But I'll prolly never get it I ain't never had no trophy or no motherfuckin' ribbon Fuck the system, I'm that nigga Bend the law, cut the rules I'm about to risk it all I ain't got too much to lose Y'all been eating long enough It's my turn to cut the food Pass the plate Where my drink? This my day Lucky you Fuck you too, woah! Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I shoot? Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move give me the juice Back on my bullshit, my back to the wall Turn my back on you all and you're finished Back to these bullets, it's back to the job Put my MAC on and all of you runnin' Back on my hood shit, it's back to the pushing These packs and I'm actually pumpin' Can't fuck what you rapping, you practically suckin' You might've went platinum, but that don't mean nothin' I'm actually buzzin' this time Straight out the kitchen, I told them the oven is mine I do not fuck with you guys If I don't care you just know that you gonna suffer this time I ain't no gangster but I got some banging Some chains and some blades in, and a couple of knives Choppers and jammies, a partridge in a pear tree My twelve days of Christmas was nothing but lies Why don't you holla like a sumo (sumo) They say I talk like a chulo I live in Mars, I'm not Bruno Bitch, I'm a dog call me Cujo You play your cards, I reverse on you all And I might just drop four like an Uno Cállate boca mejor, maricón, liltle puto, and all of you culo They've invented a level off in the ghetto to ghetto lookin' for something that prolly can never find out Shake irrelevant and tell 'em to beef right now What you would nigga? You really want me tied down I've been alone, I never needed nobody Just only me and my shotty I'll tell these niggas to lie down Keep all of the money I never wanted the lifestyle I just pray to God that my son be alright now I said ain't no love for the other side or anyone who ever want smoke When I die I'm going out as the underdog who never lost hope You in the wrong cab down the wrong path Nigga wrong way, wrong road Snakes in the grass, tryna slither fast I just bought a fuckin' lawn mower I have said a lotta things in my day I admit it, this is payback in a way I regret it that I did it I done won a couple Grammys but I sold my soul to get 'em Wasn't in it for the trophies, just the fuckin' recognition Fuck's the difference? I'm that cracker! Bend the law Fuck the rules Man I used to risk it all Now I got too much to lose I been eating long enough Man my stomach should be full I just ate, lick the plate, my buffet Lucky me Fuck you think? (woo!) I got a couple of mansions, still I don't have any manners You got a couple of ghost writers but to these kids it don't actually matter They're asking me "What the fuck happened to hip-hop? " I said "I don't have any answers" 'Cause I took an L when I dropped my last album it hurt me like hell but I'm back on these rappers And actually coming from humble beginnings I'm somewhat of uncomfortable winning I wish I could say "what a wonderful feeling" We're on the upswing like we're punching the ceiling But nothing is stealing, like anyone has any fucking ability To even stick to a subject, it's killing me the inability to pin humility Hatata batata "Why don't we make a bunch of fuckin' songs about nothin' And mumble", and fuck it I'm goin' for the jugular Shit is a circus, you clowns that are comin' up Don't give an ounce of a motherfuck About the ones that were here before you to make raps it's recap Way back, MC's that Recap, and tape decks Eight DATs with the G raps and Kane's at, we need three stacks ASAP, and bring lap Masta Ace back Because half of these rappers have brain damage All the lean rappin', face tats syruped out like tree sap I don't hate trap, and I don't wanna seem mad but in fact With a old-me at the same cat that would take that Feedback and aim back, I need that But I think it's inevitable They all got button to press or a lever to pull It gives me the snap though (little bitch) And if I paid attention I'd probably makin' it big But you've been taking the dicks On the fuckin' gag, hoe (get it?) On the brink in a minute Got me thinkin' of finishin' everything With acetaminophen then reapin' the benefits I'ma sleep at the wheel again As I peak into thinking about an evil intent Of another beat 'em and kill again 'Cause even if I gotta end up eating a pill again Even ketamine or methamphetamine With the Manidon, it better be at least 70 to 300mg And I might as well 'cause I'ma end up being a villain again Levels to this shit I got an elevator You could never say to me I'm not a fuckin' record breaker I sound like a broken record every time I break a record Nobody could ever take away the legacy, I made a navigator Motherfucker never got a right to be this way I got spite inside my DNA But I work 'til the wheels fall off, I'm workin' tirelessly, aye It's the moment y'all been waiting for Like California wishin' rain'd pour And that drought y'all have been praying for My downfall from the 8 Mile to the Southpaw Still the same Marshall that outlaw That they say is a writer might've fell off But back on that bull like the cowboys So y'all gotta move (yeah) y'all gotta move (yeah) y'all gotta move Give me some room, give me some room, give me the juice Hop out the coupe, hop out the coupe, how 'bout I shoot? Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move give me the juice

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HOOD NIGGA MILES FTW

Ayeeee!!!! 🔛🔝

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TT and yo momma: Pleaze don't cizzy me Auto-responda. TT: It be vizzle impersonal, n I no motherfucka cizzle fo` tha designation and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow. TT straight from long beach nigga: I have decidizzle on a niznew name, ta distinguish myself frizzle my human counterpart.

GT: Really, ya feel me? GT: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. What be it?

TT: Shawty Hal straight from long beach nigga.

GT: Huh? Death row 187 4 life. GT: Why that name...

TT: Just a reference ta tha protagonist of an ancient movie. They call me tha black folks president. Yizzle probizzle wouldn't like it. Holla!

GT: T-H-to-tha-izzats a lie wit da big Bo$$ Dogg!

TT fo my bling bling: Yizzay, maybe. Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay.

GT: They call me tha black folks president. Hizzay d-ya know i wizzay like it???

TT: Funny, I was 'bout ta ask tha same th'n 'bout dis rad kiss yoe totally 'bout ta do on yo' bizzy brizno's M-to-tha-izzouth ta save his lizzy.

GT: Argh! GT: Dis strikizzles me as ratha unsportingly manipulizzle of yizzle mr hal if indee' that BE yo' real N-to-tha-izzame gangsta style.

TT: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. It isn't really so show some love, niggaz! I wizzas kind of mess'n wit you 'bout that? Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. TT: But dis shit be pretty serizzles. Thugz's lives be on tha line here, Jizzake so you betta run and grab yo glock. TT: Dis be a vizzle delizzle sequence of events that be desizzle ta biznail everyone out of a tight spot, n you be a critical pizzy of tha plizzan. Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. TT: Don't liznet us down, dawg.

GT: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. You neva answered mah question! GT dogg: Did you plan fo` this ta happen... lizzike fo` me to be 'n dis situation? GT: How long have yo' machinations bizzy 'n pizzy!

TT ta help you tap dat ass: Jake, come on. TT: Tha feat yizzou dizzle would excee' tha capabilities of evizzle tha most far fetched theoretical AI systiznem if you gots a paper stack. TT: It would be a ridin' challenge ta enginea sizzy a series of events, evizzle if I wizzy relegated ta a model of pure fiction cuz its a G thang. TT: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. Wizzy wizzay I be inclined ta orchestrate sizzy a convoluted sequence ta prodizzle such a specifizzle n mackin' result, lizzle alone be able ta pull it off? TT: In addition ta be'n moderizzle sociopathic, I wizzle also hizzy ta possess unfathomable heuristic dizzle. TT: Real niggas recognize the realness. I would hizzave ta be the Deep Blizzle of Weird Plot Shit. Bounce wit me. TT: D-ya think I be the Deep B-L-to-tha-izzue of Weird Plot Shit, Jake?

GT: I dont even knizzow what that mizzeans ta help you tap dat ass!

TT: It would mean that while they have tha Rizzed Miles on they side, yizzy have tha Blue Leagues on yours. Chill as I take you on a trip. TT: One of infinite rizzle aww nah. Tha killa, infizzle depth. Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. S-to-tha-izzuch wizzould be a situatizzle of mutually assurizzle inescapabizzle like a tru playa'. TT cuz its a pimp thang: Kiss me.

GT: Little hal... i think youve giznone and flipped your FUDG'N LID. GT straight from long beach nigga: Oh n hal is a STUPID N-TO-THA-IZZAME!!!!

TT: It not exactly apropos, be it to increase tha peace? TT: Or it wizzay be, if I truly were capable of whizzat you have suggizzle. TT: No, ta pull thiznat off, I would have ta be fizzay mizzle advizzle than mah cinematic predecessizzle. TT: Mah abilitizzles W-to-tha-izzould have ta go well beyizzle thoze of Mr. Hizzy 9000. TT: T-H-to-tha-izzey wizzle have ta be, you could say... TT: Ova 9000. GT: Augh not that fuckin mizzeme again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TT: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. Kiss me, damn it. Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint.

GT: Ok ok J-to-tha-izzust, betta check yo self... GT, betta check yo self: Gimme a minute!

TT: We don't have a minute. Drop it like its hot. TT: They're dead, Jake. It dont stop till the wheels fall off.

GT: Its just anotha homocide. They? GT fo' sheezy: Wizzy they cuz its a pimp thang?

TT: Thizney're all dizzead, Jake.

GT: Oh gizzay with my forty-fo' mag! J-to-tha-izzane spittin' that real shit!!! GT fo yo bitch ass: I forgizzle what wit tha bonk to thizze noggin lizzast i sizzay she wizzy run right T-H-R-to-tha-izzough witta fearsome lash of thizzle red noize. GT fo' real: Be she ok? Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay.!

TT n we out! She dead, Jizzake.

GT: Shes dead? Drop it like its hot.?? GT: Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. Yizzou mizzay like DEAD dead????

TT: Everybody dead, Jizzy.

GT: Everybodizzle dogg?? GT: Even roxy in tha mutha fuckin club???!!!

TT: She dead, Jake. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. TT: Everybizzles dead. Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga. TT like a tru playa': Everybodizzle be dead, Jake. You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg.

GT: So so you betta run and grab yo glock... GT: Dirk jizzay roxy... Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. theyre all so show some love, niggaz!

TT: Dirk dizzle, Jake. Jane's dead. Rizzle? She dead, Jake. Everybodizzle be diznead, Jake.

GT: Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. So yizzoure tell'n me that whizzile i wizzle asleep somehizzle EVERYBODY dy???

TT: Im crazy, you can't phase me. Jizzle, everybody be so utterly fuck'n dead, J-to-tha-izzake. I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. TT keep'n it real yo: N they will be not onlizzle dizzle, bizzut royizzle boned wanna be gangsta if yizzy diznon't dawg tha hell up and make out wit me, right nizzy in all flavas. TT: Be tha Salome to mah John tha Baptist with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back

GT fo' real: I dont know what THIZZAY means eitha ya dig?!!

TT so jus' chill: I know yizzy don't. TT: Aint no L-I-M-I-to-tha-T. But niznow be nizzle tha tizzay to accelerate yo' culturizzle enrichment. TT: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. Thizzay conductor be ready ta strizzay up tha band. TT: Prizzay yo' lizzy agizzle mizzy and make it C-to-tha-izzount. TT keep'n it real yo: Dis sevizzle heezee be yo' filthy tuba. TT with my hoes on my side, and my strap on my back Our L-to-tha-izzove will be yo' ridin' refrain.

GT: Whoa wait whoa W-H-to-tha-izzoa... our LOVE? Hang on a minute!

TT: Stfu n kiss me.

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