Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays (RIP Prodigy) – Mobb Deep – “Trife Life”

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Check it out now..
Word up Son, s–t is ill kid..
Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the motherf–kin trife life
Don’t have another day right?
It’s only right
Let me put you on to what happens Son, never believe this s–t
Kick that s–t

[Prodigy]
It’s just another day, drownin my troubles with a forty
That’s when I got the call from this brownskin shorty
She asked me where’s my crew at? Said we could do whatever
She got her crew too, and said that we should get together
I said, “Aight — just call me back in a hour
so I can take a shower and gather up the manpower”
Then I hung up the horn
And I thought to myself that it might be on
Cause this trick ain’t pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?)
Ever since I left the hoe lonely in tears
Ain’t no tellin what her friends puttin up in her ears
Ideas of settin me up, I’m not tryin ta hear
(Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for precautions
Plus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffin
She might got a whole batallion of Bucktowners
Waitin for us to get up off the train and surround us
Or maybe, I’m blowin this s–t out of proportion
But this s–t do happen, to n—az very often
So f–k it, a n—a gotta do what he meant to
My crew got my back, f–k the world is my mental
We put together five soldiers, the bitch called
My blood curdled, told me to meet her on Myrtle
Got to the plaza, we’re waitin for the G train
We put a plan together, just in case the beef came

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Kanye West – “Real Friends”

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[Kanye West:]
Real friends, how many of us?
How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends
It’s not many of us, we smile at each other
But how many honest? Trust issues
Switched up the number, I can’t be bothered
I cannot blame you for havin’ an angle
I ain’t got no issues, I’m just doin’ my thing
Hope you’re doin’ your thing too
I’m a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Nasty Nas – “Halftime”

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(Right..) (Right..)
Check me out y’all, Nasty Nas in your area
About to cause mass hysteria

[Nas]
Before a blunt, I take out my fronts
Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt
You couldn’t catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That’s like Malcolm X, catchin the Jungle Fever
King poetic, too much flavor, I’m major
Atlanta ain’t Brave-r, I’ll pull a number like a pager
Cause I’m am ace when I face the bass
40-side is the place that is giving me grace
Now wait, another dose and you might be dead
And I’m a Nike head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain’t a damn thing gonna change
I’ma performer (?) show the mic warmer was born to gain
Nas, why did you do it?
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it’s halftime

(Right..) It’s halftime
(Right..) Aiyyo it’s halftime
(Right..) It’s halftime
(Right..) Yeah, it’s about halftime
This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Big Pun feat Inspectah Deck & Prodigy – “Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy)”

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[Featuring Inspectah Deck, Prodigy]
“Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned…” –>
Rakim

(repeat 2X)
“Wake you up and as I stare in your…” (repeat 2X)
“I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned”
[Prodigy] Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?
“I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned”
[Prodigy] Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?
“I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned”
[Prodigy] Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?
“Yo it’s the P” *cut and scratched*

Verse One: Prodigy
Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
that claim to be the newest, rap n’ bulls–t
My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my song boost
and the tech sales through the ceiling, let’s talk with guns
Convo til the po-lice come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
First max like it’s Hamburger Hill for real
It’s Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on, my outfit
stuck on some wild out s–t, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disc
Me and the click-a, sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin write a new banger
that strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
or the H-A-V-O-C, n—a