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Also jeder kennt wohl das Prinzip..
Ein Jemand gibt die Lyrics von irgendnem Part aus nem Rap Track vor, und die anderen raten wers sein könnte. Der der es errät gibt ein neues vor..
Also ich fang dann mal an.
Is ganich so einfach.


The evil that men do got me servin' heaters
Morphin' them body bleeders into believers
Had these bitches bringin' me cleavage and cannibis-sativa
Big leaguers, wide receivers, we quivers off malt liters
So lead us to the cheap shit, got more close so I could reach it
Need it in the jungle, humble man gone too soon, wasn't ready for the rumble
So I disperse my seasoning, pleasing when I get to reasoning
Like soul cleaner, when did it, when did it get to heatin' up?
Fuck, fuck, another fuck, fuck the bitch and they stuck
Fuck till they brains stuffed, then changed they demeanor,
after sticking in vagina
Turn a perfect stranger into my part time personal rump ranger
Workin' the night shift, temporary employment, ya mind says fight it
But your emotions is delighted,
and thats what runs you sensitive bitches and niggas
Get ran for a loop, my heat is a muthafuck, ***** ******
Oh ***** ****** so bound to the city,
sittin' high lookin' down next up to the climax
Stayin' deliciously loaded, quit my fry, Mr. Hot burnin' flesh
Got that THC marinatin' in my chest, that stays I guess
So I'm approachin' this light shit, and heatin' it beautiful
I'ma tokin' this wide stick, hittin' plentiful
Huh, huh, huh, tryna make my dollar

Is schon etwas älter, aus dem Jahr 97.

Lynch: Heatas...........vom Loaded Album
Degree´s Part

Its your turn.

See look the homies don’t be realizin real shit like this
Been broke all my life ain’t nobody gave me shit
Workin like a motherfucker blood sweat and tears
Never heard from my peers when I served all them years
But no love was lost when you was out rollin’ big time
Now I wish you playa hatin niggas would let me get mine
Gossip like a bitch but that bullshit is old style
Nigga I ain’t got shit but a low profile

Gangsta Dresta??

jealousy

Aight.
Wusst den Track nich mehr.

It's the incredible, the lyrical
You can't be me like Niece, to see me is gonna take a miracle
I'm driving motherfuckers hysterical, with a
touch of this twister, stylistic mixture
What I create pulsates, there is no escape
Annihilate your mental mindstate
Dre labels my vocabulary abusive
I packs more knowledge than Confuscius, I'm deadly
Induce you like Medusa, with thoughts to shed
And niggaz throughout this hemisphere, far and near
Prepare, catch me chillin like the winter
Up against the number one contender, as I enter
Cause I gets heated like friction
Motherfuck your whole jurisdiction, react this fact not fiction
Telepathic addiction, to this homicidal recital
Dangerous and vital to all my rivals
Suicidal, brainwaves conveys
To the average motherfucker's minds these days
I'm all ready to put work in
Take ten steps and turn to shoot the first nigga smirkin
Give a FUCK, what's your name, what you claim
Or why you came, motherfucker don't explain
Simply, don't tempt me, cause I'm simply
Layin hoes lifes empty, the invicible MC

Ganz easy.

kurupt, NY NY...

True dat.

And we be blastin, smashin for the loot
I, empty my strap and then I dash to my Coupe
Ain't no half-steppin, it's West Coast til I die
Keepin the bundle and never fumble my 4-5
With only one life to live, nigga we're still ridin
We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply
Fuck the funkity-five, big business and expeditions
If I die when I ride, don't leave shit to them bitches

Hab ich mir erst letztens gekauft....C-Bo, till i oder we die



I'm tired ah niggas in this motherfuckin' rap game
Talking 'bout what they done did and what they gon' do
What set the from and all this bullshit,
Nigga I done ran a TRW on yo punk ass
Nigga you ain't even got no hood
So what the fuck is you talkin' about?, Nigga,

ist das von WC?

falls du Westside Connection meinst..nein...
ist aber Westcoast

ja, WC solo...aber naja...und was anderes als West-C. hätt ich bei dir gar net erwartet....

Big Syke - Be yo self