Like Nornandezgate reminds me of...

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Jay-Z]
The lawyer I retained you said you leakin some things
All this after a week in the bang
I'm mad at myself cause I didn't spot the weak and lame
I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang
Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke
Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us
we sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?
Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor
Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry
That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die
It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap?
Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad
and your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"
The labelling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars

[Chorus]

[Too $hort]
Shit is crazy man
All these niggaz out here snitchin
We was one step away from takin this crack money
and recyclin it through the ghettoes
and buildin back up our own hoods
Now all you niggaz start snitchin on each other
I got partners doin 15-20
Wouldn'ta been doin SHIT
if you didn't snitch
Beyotch!
It's about time y'all check that shit out man
It ain't all good
Shut your mouth
Just watch the game
And don't snitch
It sure will do a lot for you
Believe that baby
Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main
You know I got it
Got it goin on
We got the money
Ain't got nuthin to do with crime baby
But I'm recognizing

[Jay-Z]
You rat bastard!

Bring back the MOTOWN sound!
This RAP shit blows harder then a Gibson's waitress!
Sorry just an elder's opinion.

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favrefan said:"Chris Coghlan isn't gonna pay your rent, Jimmy."

Pasta go listen to Ironman by Ghostface Killah...all the mowtown and funk you can handle

OK,I will & I'll let you know. I used to enjoy a Tone Loc,but that was a LLLLOOONNNGGG time ago.

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favrefan said:"Chris Coghlan isn't gonna pay your rent, Jimmy."

Yeah, that Bob James sample is dripping with soul

Sung to the Lyrics of Snoop & Dr. Dre's "Deep Cover"

"Dot Com-mer"

Type that motherfucker Northie,
Naa man I can't type that right now
Ahh man iv'e been typein' with you fo 3 motherfuckin months, you aint hit the web infron'a me yet..
So what you sayin man?
I think you Webi-O,
Webi-O, man I aint no motherfucking rat,
Well type this motherfucker then, [I can feel it]

Tonight's the night I get some hits, [Yeah]
Dot com-mer on the interwebio tip.
Killin' flawed ratings if I have to,
Typein' all caps too, cause you posters know I'm comin' at you.
I guess thats part of the game,
But I feel for the poster who thinks he just gonna come and change things
With the swiftness, so get it right, with the quickness,
And let me handle my business, yous.
I'm on a mission and my mission won't stop
'Til I beat the station maxin at the top.
I hope you get they're ass before they drop.
Kingpin kickin back while his workers envy Rock.
Coming up like a fat rat.
Big money, big cars, even Jesse Rogers got his back.
So it's difficult to find him.
But I got the hook up with somebody who knows how to get online with
him.
Type it like this and like that,
Let 'em know that I'll make a big fat ratings splash
What is this ppm? so let's rush street it.
If you want to handle it tonight we'll discuss it
On the Gibson's time, at the Gibson's place,
Take Jen-Jen just in case one of my boys recognise my face.
Cause he's a sheisty Dave Banker,
But I gives a fuck, cause I'm going dot com-mer.

Yeah, check up, you don't need, cause it's 1-2-3,light 'em like X-mas trees
Yeah, check up, you don't need, cause it's 1-2-3,light 'em like X-mas trees

Creep with me as I open up a carton,
Maniac, lunatic, call 'em Pappy Martin
Kickin heads as investors get fleeced
And, ingnoring the PC police
You already know I gives a kick to the head
So why would stop I Fritzie about Jewish Rye Bread?
Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do
Take your ass on a mission with the meshuganas in blue
Dave, (whatup, Pappy) yo I got the feelin
Tonight's the night like Connie Francis, and I'm chillin
Killin, feelin, no remorse, yeah
So lets go straight to the motherfuckin' source
And see what we can find
Crooked ass COO's that be gettin investors over a gang of times
And now they wanna make a deal with me
Scoop me up and put me on Comcast and chill with me
And make my pockets danker
They want me to go on 6 to 9, so whassup Banker?
What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gall, an ego, Jigs and Jen-Jen too
so if you wanna blast, Pappy we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

Yeah, check up, you don't need, cause it's 1-2-3,light 'em like X-mas trees
Yeah, check up, you don't need, cause it's 1-2-3,light 'em like X-mas trees

Six o' five was the time on the clock,
When Jen told me the Edens was a parking lot.
The scene looked strange and it felt like it was poorly set up
Better not be, cause if it is, Comcast is getting lit up.
Oh here they come from the back in they Affliction Tees.
I'm checkin for the mic they pack, so whats up cool breeze?
Chill, lets watch them misread a quote, if it aint up to what you feel then grab your
remote.
Right, so, what you investigators gonna come at me with?
Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip.
Cause you can save that shit. Guess what they told me?
'We give you and Bee a plea if you snitch on your homey,
We won't take your home, and make your life bust,
Oh yeah, but you got to sell soap for us."
Hmmm, let me think about it
Turned my back and reached out my hand and guess what I told him before I shook
it:
'If you don't quit, yeah, if you don't stop, yeah, I'm lettin' my mouth pop'
cause it's 1-2-3,light 'em like X-mas trees

Yeah, check up, you don't need, cause it's 1-2-3,light 'em like X-mas trees
Yeah, check up, you don't need, cause it's 1-2-3,light 'em like X-mas trees...

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CSFMB: Home of the small minded

Well Done Don

Wow. This has to be recorded.

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"It's not exactly a rocket surgery." D.J.