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Now that is the Foo I know

like 2Pac says: "Pimpin ain't easy for a Foo"
 
Samurai X said:
I like this quote from Pac:

"Every breath I breath until the moment I'm deceased will be another moment ballin' as a G"
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Yeah, but this quote is better:

2Pac said:
When I was young me and my mama had beef
Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets
Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face
Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place
Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a Foo!
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Samurai X said:
This one is even better:

"That's the sound of my tool, you say it ain't cool
my momma didn't raise no Foo!"
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Yeah, but this quote beats all quotes:

2Pac said:
Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself
See ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, livin wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this Earth is what I'm dreamin
Seein Daddy's semen, full of crooked demons, already crazy
and screamin I guess them nightmares as a child
had me scared, but left me prepared for a while
Is there another route? For a crooked Outlaw
Veteran, a villian, a young thug, who one day shall fall as a Foo!
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Foo, this is the best I've heard

2Pac said:
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love Foo!
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This pwns joo:

Woke up with fifty FOOs plottin my death
All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah FOO I was stressed
Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest
****, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops
A thug ***** screamin Westside, bustin double glocks
Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban
Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin
Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell
Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail
Gettin world-wide exposure
with a bunch of FOOs that don't give a ****, ridin as my soldiers
I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer
Westside Outlaw; Bad FOO killer, huh
Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin
I murdered all them FOOs now I'm the last mother****er breathin
 
No, this will PWN joo Foo:

Change, ****
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all Foos to get up out the hood
****, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha Foo
Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing Foo

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?
Cause I ain't mad at cha Foo
Heard y'all tearin up **** out there, kickin up dust
 
FOO WAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!FOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!FOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!FOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HEYYYY! Got some static for some Foos on the other side of town
Let my little cousin K roll, he's a rider now
What they want from us mother****in thug Foos?
Used to love Foos now I plug Foos, and slug Foos
Am I wrong? Foos makin songs, tryin to get with us
Must be gone on stress weed, in the West we trust
To the chest I BUST! Then we ride 'til the sun come
shinin back to brighten up the sky, many die
Heard the Foogees was tryin to do me - look *****!
I cut yo' face, this ain't no mother****in movie
THEN! We watch the other Foos die slow
Castrated entertainin at my mother****in sideshow
BAM! Set my plan in mo', time to exterminate my Foos
I can't stand you Foos, uhh
Now label this my ****in trick shot
My lyrics runnin all you Foos out of hip-hop
 
FOO WAR will PWN joo!

bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust FOO
So many playa hating FOO tryin to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin
Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin
Well are you still down FOO? Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of FOO every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hittin mother****ers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die; live the life of a boss FOO
Cause even when I'm high, **** with me FOOand get crossed later
The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs
A five-double-oh - Benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh FOO
 
Hit em' up!!! FOO!!

I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you Foos
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Foos
I bring you fake Foos to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
Lil Foo, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the ****
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots **** glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you bast stops Foos get mopped and dropped
All your fake-*** east coast Foos brainstormed and locked
 
Foo you win

Can we please have a moment of silence?
That's for my *****z doin' years in confinement
And for my soldiers who passed over, no longer living
That couldn't run whenever the reaper came to get 'em
Can we please pour out some liquor?
Symobolizin', let's take in time to consider that
Though our thugs ain't here, the love is here
And we gon' rep 'til slugs kill us here
This for my dawgs stuck in the struggle tryin' to gain
Smokin' trauma, sniffin' Ra while sellin' cocaine
Trapped in the game, not knowin' how to stop and get by
To live it alive, so instead they live it to die
Can we please have a moment of peace?
For every G that fell for his flag in the streets
Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin'
Crypin' and creepin', Latin and kingin'
Or just for poor righteous teachin'
 
Yeah, I always win! FOO!!!!

Nas is sick with the lyrics, foo!

All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen
One prayer - tell God forgive me for one sin
Matter fact maybe more than one, look back
at all the hatred against me, **** alla them
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots
from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two
Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17
Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you
Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral
never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent
Nothin is fair, *****z roll up, shootin from wheelchairs
My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air
I let the **** slide for too many years, too many times
Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines
If y'all *****z really wit me get busy load up the semis
Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty
There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust
Lead flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut
THAT WE TAKE THESE *****ES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN
CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY ***** THE TIME IS NOW!!
 
NAW Foo, Jigga is better than Nas:

Can't **** with me
They ain't ready yet
Uh-huh uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
Mother****ers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous
shots with the fo'-fo'
******s wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
**** rap, coke by the boatload
**** dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip
Mother****ers better duck when the fool spit
One shot could make a ***** do a full flip
See the ***** layin shocked when the bullet hit
Oh hey ma, how you, know *****z wanna buy you
But see me I wanna _**** for Free_ like Akinyele
Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it
inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly
All night get you wide up inside the telly
Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me
 
Is Nas going to have to Ether Jay again? Don't make him do it.

(I) **** with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

Brace yourself for the main event
Y'all impatiently waitin
It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y'all with napalm
Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
How could Nas be garbage?
Semi-autos at your cartilege
Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since '9-1
I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
Check it

(I) **** with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these *****s man (no doubt)
Ay, y'all ******s, y'all kneel and kiss the ****in ring

I've been ****ed over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
Y'all just piss on me, **** on me, spit on my grave (uh)
Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes
With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep
That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live

(I) **** with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "God's son" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

Y'all *****s deal with emotions like *****es
What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
You traded your soul for riches
My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me
Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
All I did was give you a style for you to run with
Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
I still whip your ***, you thirty-six in a karate class
You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
Nah, I'm tryna' kick the **** you need to learn though
That ether, that **** that make your soul burn slow (burn slow)
Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
Rockerfeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
Ne-gro please
You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
Compared to Beans you wack
And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
You ***, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big
And, Eminem murdered you on your own ****
You a dick-ridin ******, you love the attention
Queens bridge run you *****s, ask Russell Simmons
Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
Your whole **** record label gunned up and clapped quick
Sean Carter to Jay-Z, **** you on Jaz dick
So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
Wanted to be on every last one of my classics
You pop ****, apologize, *****, just ask, Kiss.

Pwnd
 
It seems there is always Beef between these two rappers:

H to the izz-O...V to the izz-A...

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...HOVE!
Thanks for comin' out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me
I appreciate that...uuunnnh...

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
Was herbin' em in the home of the Terrapins
Got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them
Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn't born hustlers I was burpin' em
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy
Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me
Therefore he doesn't exist
So poof...vamoose son of a FOO!
 
True, this beef is about Cali

Its an emergency, a Michael Jackson see
Looked at a picture and said she looks like me
Kelis said her milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
Then Nas went and tattooed the ***** on his arm
I mean that way out in Cali, *****s know these guns
First thing they say about you, is you a sucker for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots
 
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