I'm not much of a fan of rap at all... But I'm curious to know... Can ya'll name some rap songs that have the most uses of the "F Word" and the "N word"? I'm just curious... If you do, list the names of them who sings them!Thx
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (yankshater213 @ Nov 17 2006, 05:13 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>Real Nigga Roll Call - Lil Jon and Ice Cube</div>I was just going to say that That song says the N word like every line.
2 Pac- Hit em up. By far (Lines that use the F word.)I ain't got no mutha fu*kin friendsThats why I F*cked your bi*chYou fat mutha-f*cka First off, F*ck your bi*chAnd the click you claimYou claim to be a playaBut, I F*cked your wifeWe bust on Bad Boysniggas F*ck for LifeDon't F*ck around with real G'sQuick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streetsSo F*ck peaceI'll let them niggas knowBad Boys murdered on Wax and killF*ck with meYou mutha-fuckas know what time it isI don't know why I'm even on this trackY'all niggas ain't even on my levelI'm going to let my little homiesRide on yahbi*ch made ass Bad Boys bitches{ahh yo, yo, hold the F*ck up}Puffy weaker than a fu*kin' blockI'm running through nigganiggas think they learned to flyBut they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to dieTalking about you Getting MoneyBut its funny to meAll you niggas living bummyWhile you f*cking with me?Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em UpToting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fu*kin' jokeThug Life, niggas better be knownBe approachingIn the wide open, gun smokingNo need for hopingIt's a battle lostI gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping offYou wanna F*ck with usYou Little young ass mutha-fuckasDon't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethingYou f*cking with me, nigga ?You f*cking with me, nigga ?You F*ck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attackYou better back the F*ck upBefore you get smacked the F*ck upThis is how we do it on our sideF*ck you and your mother f*cking mama.We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.Then everybody had to open their mouth with a f*cking opinionWell this is how we gon' do this:F*ck Mobb Deep,F*ck Biggie,F*ck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a f*cking crew.And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,Then F*ck you too.Chino XL, F*ck you too.All you mother fuckers,F*ck you too.All of y'all mother fuckers,F*ck you, die slow mother *ucker.My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.We f*cking' Thug Life riders.West Side till' we die.Out here in California, niggaWe warned ya'We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.You think you the mob, nigga, we the f*cking' mobAin't nuttin' but killersAnd the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.Our sh*t goes triple and four quadrupleYou niggas laugh because our staff got guns under they f*cking' beltsYou know how it is and we drop records they feltYou niggas can't feel itWe the realistF*ck 'em.
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (BALLAHOLLIC? @ Nov 17 2006, 08:41 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>2 Pac- Hit em up. By far (Lines that use the F word.)I ain't got no mutha fu*kin friendsThats why I F*cked your bi*chYou fat mutha-f*cka First off, F*ck your bi*chAnd the click you claimYou claim to be a playaBut, I F*cked your wifeWe bust on Bad Boysniggas F*ck for LifeDon't F*ck around with real G'sQuick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streetsSo F*ck peaceI'll let them niggas knowBad Boys murdered on Wax and killF*ck with meYou mutha-fuckas know what time it isI don't know why I'm even on this trackY'all niggas ain't even on my levelI'm going to let my little homiesRide on yahbi*ch made ass Bad Boys bitches{ahh yo, yo, hold the F*ck up}Puffy weaker than a fu*kin' blockI'm running through nigganiggas think they learned to flyBut they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to dieTalking about you Getting MoneyBut its funny to meAll you niggas living bummyWhile you f*cking with me?Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em UpToting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fu*kin' jokeThug Life, niggas better be knownBe approachingIn the wide open, gun smokingNo need for hopingIt's a battle lostI gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping offYou wanna F*ck with usYou Little young ass mutha-fuckasDon't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethingYou f*cking with me, nigga ?You better back the F*ck upBefore you get smacked the F*ck upThis is how we do it on our sideF*ck you and your mother f*cking mama.We gonna kill all you mother fuckers.Then everybody had to open their mouth with a f*cking opinionWell this is how we gon' do this:F*ck Mobb Deep,F*ck Biggie,F*ck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a f*cking crew.And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,Then F*ck you too.Chino XL, F*ck you too.All you mother fuckers,F*ck you too.All of y'all mother fuckers,F*ck you, die slow mother *ucker.My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow.You mother fuckers can't be us or see us.We f*cking' Thug Life riders.West Side till' we die.Out here in California, niggaWe warned ya'We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.You think you the mob, nigga, we the f*cking' mobAin't nuttin' but killersAnd the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us.Our sh*t goes triple and four quadrupleYou niggas laugh because our staff got guns under they f*cking' beltsYou know how it is and we drop records they feltYou niggas can't feel itWe the realistF*ck 'em.</div> :worthy:
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (LakersFan247 @ Nov 17 2006, 11:44 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>:worthy:</div>?
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (Noah @ Nov 18 2006, 09:45 PM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>Nice, I'll check those out... Thx</div>Do you have a thing for heavy profanity in rap songs?
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (KMart @ Nov 18 2006, 08:08 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>?</div>It's a good song.
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (KMart @ Nov 21 2006, 07:33 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>I've never heard the song, but if you were to worship the lyrics, something would be wrong with you</div>Hit Em Up is one of the best if not THE best diss song ever created.
no it isnt...he just called biggie fat..which everybody knew..it wasnt like he got anything personal on him or exposed him..and he screamed westside on the track...it isnt the best diss everhttp://youtube.com/watch?v=4EoRqsLZiw8 is much better
Well the lyrics posted don't show the whole song, it just shows the lines that say F*ck.Here are the full lyrics:<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE </div><div class='quotemain'>First off, F*ck your bi*ch And the click you claim West side when we ride Come equipped with game You claim to be a playa But, I F*cked your wife We bust on Bad Boys Niggas F*ck for Life Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak Hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia Some mark ass bitches We keep on coming While we running for yah jewels Steady gunning Keep on busting at them fools You know the rules Little Ceasar go ask you homie How I'll leave yah Cut your young ass up See yah in pieces Now be deceased Little Kim, Don't F*ck with real G's Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets So F*ck peace I'll let them niggas know It's on for Life Don't let the west side Ride the night [ha ha] Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill F*ck with me And get your caps peeled You know, See Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up Check this out You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bi*ch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the F*ck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little move pass the mac And let me hit 'em in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right For setting up traps Little accident murderers And I ain't never heard of yah Poise less gats attack when I'm serving yah Spank the shank Your whole style when I gank Gaurd your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fu*kin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah nigga With the ready power Tucked in my Guess Under my Eddie Bower Your clout petty sour I push packages ever hour I hit 'em up Grab your glocks when you see 2pac Call the cops when you see 2pac, Uhh Who shot me, But, your punks didn't finish Now, you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, We hit 'em up Peep how we do it Keep it real Its penitentary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas getting killed With your mouths open Tryin' to come up off of me You and the clouds hoping Smoking dope It's like a Shermine Niggas think they learned to fly But they burn mutha-fucka you deserve to die Talking about you Getting Money But its funny to me All you niggas living bummy While you f*cking with me? I'm a self made Millioniare Thug livin', out of prison Pistols in the Air {Air} [Ha Ha] Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch And beg the bi*ch to let you sleep on the house Now its all about versace You copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N E W jers. Where plenty of murders occurs No points to come We bring drama to all you herds Now go check the scenerio Little Ceas' I'll bring you fake G's to yah knees Copin' please with these to de janerio Little Kim is yah Coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the F*ck? Is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block With fifteen shot, Cocked glock to your knot Outlaw Mafia click moving up another knotch And your Pop star pops and get dropped and mopped And all your fake ass east coast props Brainstormed and locked You's a B-writer Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing sh*t but a faker Soften the Alize with a chaser Bout to get murdered for the paper Idi Amin approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke [uhh] Toting smoke, we ain't no mutha-fu*kin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be known Be approaching In the wide open, gun smoking No need for hoping It's a battle lost I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is boping off Nigga, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run [ha ha] They don't wanna see us Whole Junior Mafia click Dressing up to be us How the F*ck they gonna be the Mob? When we always on out job We millionaire's Killing ain't fair But somebody got to do it Oh yah Mobb Deep [uhh] You wanna F*ck with us You Little young ass mutha-fuckas Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something You f*cking with me, nigga ? You F*ck around and catch a siezure or a heart-attack You better back the F*ck up Before you get smacked the F*ck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it, Bring it. But we ain't singing, We bringing drama F*ck you and your mother f*cking mama. We gonna kill all you mother fuckers. Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie. Then everybody had to open their mouth with a f*cking opinion Well this is how we gon' do this: F*ck Mobb Deep, F*ck Biggie, F*ck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a f*cking crew. And if you want to be down with Bad Boy, Then F*ck you too. Chino XL, F*ck you too. All you mother fuckers, F*ck you too. (take money, take money) All of y'all mother fuckers, F*ck you, die slow mother *ucker. My fo' fo' (.44 magnum) make sure all yo' kids don't grow. You mother fuckers can't be us or see us. We f*cking' Thug Life riders. West Side till' we die. Out here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, nigga, we the f*cking' mob Ain't nuttin' but killers And the real niggas, all you mother fuckers feel us. Our sh*t goes tripple and four quadruple You niggas laugh because our staff got guns under they f*cking' belts You know how it is and we drop records they felt You niggas can't feel it We the realist F*ck 'em. We Bad Boy killas.</div>Look, I'm sure that you have heard the song before but he disses like 20 people including all of Bad Boy. But yeah I don't think it's the best ever, it should just be considered as one of the best.
What's so good about a song written primarily to "diss" people?Then again, you must forgive me for my ignorance on the matter. I really know nothing about that style of music or what artists tend to write about.
<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE (nba dogmatist @ Nov 18 2006, 11:33 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div><div class='quotemain'>haha didn't some limp bizkit song say the f word 48 times or something? ridiculous.</div>Break Stuff; I love that song. Use it while working out.
