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Laita musiikkisoittimesi sekoitukselle.
Joka kysymyksen kohdalla painat seuraavaa biisiä ja vastaat kysymykseen biisin nimellä

1:

Mitä äitisi sanoo huudettuaan sinulle?
= Elevator

Isäsi tökkää sinua päähän ja sanoo:
= Pain

Kulkuri kävelee luoksesi ja sanoo:
= What hurts the most

Paras ystäväsi tönäisee sinua käteen ja sanoo:
= Levas Polka

Törmäät pahimpaan viholliseesi ja hän sanoo:
= Sheikki Ali Hassan

Yöllä vastaan tulee kadulla muukalainen, joka sanoo:
= Sure feels good

Juokset kotonasi, kun veljesi pysäyttää sinut ja sanoo:
= Get used to it

Näet lemmikkisi ja sanot:
= Shook ones

2:

Mikä laulu kuvaa...

elämääsi:
= Tupac - Thugz mansion

ystäviäsi:
= Jay-Z - Encore

perhettäsi:
= Akon - Locked up

ihastustasi/tyttö/poikaystävääsi:
= The Game - Church for thugs

vihollistasi:
= Lil Wayne - Hustler music

uskontoasi:
= Eminem - Stan

seksuaalisuuttasi:
= Chorale - Voit mua koskettaa :DD

seksielämääsi:
= Elastinen f. Asa - Viidest ysiin :D

persoonallisuuttasi:
= Lil Kim - Queen bitch

ulkonäköäsi:
= Dj Playboy - Cube

3:

Elämäni soundtrack, eli mikä biisi soi taustalla, kun...

Elämäsi leffa alkaa:
= The Game - We run this

Heräät:
= Snoop Dogg - Drop it like it's hot

Hengaat kaveriesi kanssa:
= The Game f. 50 cent - Hate it or love it

Sinä ja vihollisesi alatte taistella:
= Armomurha - Alaston totuus

Menet treffeille ihastuksesi kanssa:
= Velvet - Fix me

Suutelet häntä ensimmäistä kertaa:
= The Game - Let's ride

Tulet kotiin ja sisaruksesi ovat pistäneet huoneesi päreiksi:
= Rihanna - Umbrella

Menet nukkumaan:
= Cheek - Käännän sivuu

Masennut:
= Redman - Let's get dirty

Yrität itsemurhaa:
= Ice Cube - It take's a nation


Hautajaisvastaanottosi alkaa:
= Lil Wayne - lollipop

Lopputekstien aikana:
= Houston f. Chingy, I-20, Nate dogg - I like that

"Ja kuka tota autoa ajo??" :DDD

Sway-Between you and Biggie, it was like whos gone whos gone who rules the the nigga kingdom and shit basically, you know what im sayin? i was like this is like a fuckin election
[it is that]
its an election and shit
[it is that]
me and Biggies situation is smaller than that,
me and Biggies situation is like...

*sirens* central... we got a black male shot...tupac shakur was shot several times in the chest

(tupac background)while im in jail, strangers is tellin me,
you dont know?
Biggie knows who shot you
they braggin, and thats why what im doing
I know what im doing,
Im destroying them

Im destroying them

*chorus*
now i wonder if they'll laugh when im dead
why am i fighting to live, if im just living to fight?
why am I trying to see when there aint nothin in sight?
why am i trying to give when no one gives me a try?
why am i dying to live, if im just living to die?

Biggie- check it
i grew up a fuckin screw up,
got introduced to the game, got an ounce and fuckin blew up, c
hoppin rocks over night, the nigga Biggie smalls tryin to turn into the black frank white,
we had the grow dreads to change our description, two cops is on the milk box missin,
showed there toes and you know they got stepped on,
a fist full of bullets a chest full of teflon,
run from the police picture that, nigga im to fat, ill fuck around and catch an asthma attack,
thats why i bust back, it dont fase me, when he drop, take his glock and im swayze,
celebrate my escape sold the glock, bought some weight, lay back i got some money to make, motha fucka

[Biggie background]- tupac should live, you know what im saying? just dont feed into it, to feed into it is to go another way, you know what im saying? i know about the truth, i know what people write and read about the truth

*chorus*
now i wonder if they'll laugh when im dead
why am i fighting to live, if im just living to fight?
why am I trying to see when there aint nothin in sight?
why am i trying to give when no one gives me a try?
why am i dying to live, if im just living to die?

Tupac- its on me,
but still im havin memories of high speeds when the cops crash,
as i laugh pushin the gas when my glocks blast,
we was young, and we was dumb but we had heart,
and in the dark would we survive through the bad parts?
many dreams is what i had, and plenty wishes,
no hesitation in the extirmination of these snitches,
envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me,
a couple of movies now the whole worlds tryin to screw me,
even the cops tried to sue me,
so what can i do? but say true, sippin' 22's of brew
and now the medias tryin to test me, got the press askin questions tryin to stress me,
misery is all i see thats my minds state,
my history with the police will shake the crime rate,
my main man had two strikes, slipped got arrested and flipped, screamed "THUG LIFE!" and emptied the clip, got tired of runnin' from the police

*chorus*
i wonder if they'll laugh when im dead
why am i fighting to live, if im just living to fight?
why am I trying to see when there aint nothin in sight?
why am i trying to give when no one gives me a try?
why am i dying to live, if im just living to die?

Biggie-i was more shocked and everything you know what im sayin, but i wasnt more shocked of him
dying, i was more shocked of him... Pac is a strong dude yo, i know dudes, you know what im saying, he was real strong, so when he got shot i was more like again? you know he alwasy getting shot or shot at, he gonna pull through this one again, make a few records about it and its gonna be over, you know what im sayin? but when he died i was like, woah, you know what im sayin, it kinda took me by... i mean even though we was goin through our drama, i would never wish death upon no one cause there aint no comin back from that.

[Proof Talking]
This my last letter right here
Fuck this world, lets get the fuck outta here

[Proof]
I put my soul through the ink
Bless a path with thoughts at my faults
Before I grow extinct
My back-bone disowned by zone
Why roam? called home
But now on I'm all alone
Just Proof, no shine, no friends, just fans
No wonder my hands, tight where the Internet ends
I take back most of the flack
The stress smokes, press me close to the crack
Like my pops, the ghost of my past
Dime and mud, JD and stucky
Lately I'm lucky, I don't hate me to touch me
Maybe I'm ugly inside, but smiling to make it
I love you dawg, and that's how ever you take it
The fame is a illusion, I'm still loosing
In this game, with the rules and..
I feel clueless, the streets with the hills blue less
Cops knocking at the door, got me looking real foolish
But I still do this, like I love it, even though I thug it
Keep flossing lights in public, the subject y'all don't know
Stars won't grow, who would dream that scars would show?
Minus the MTV videos with slim
"Up In Smoke" D-12, and many shows with Em
It's still me dawg, no change for change
It's strange, when it pours it rains
I take it back..

[Chorus]
I wish I could take it back, I wish I could take it back
But it's too late
I wish I could take it back, I wish I could take it back
But it's too late

[Proof]
Always talking to snuk coke and he speak back
Wish my first son was here to reach at
Feeling detached
My brother Earl, and Wayne, that bail money for jail, y'all can keep that
I've been in deep before, ask (stalemen?)
My hearts melting, tell the truth, I need help man
I hearts big but by sins bigger
Fuck the world, I don't feel like I can win niggas
It's like I'm lost and I find only demons
I wanna quit, its like I'm tired of breathing
So my stress confess to a famous song
Em I love you, don't let this money change us dawg
1st born, when I'm gone, grab the sign
(Leave nothing?) with his cream and his mom
And dear mamma, I use to hate you
Now I relate to, everything you did to make proof
I love you..
Take it back

[Chorus]

[Proof]
All y'all see is Free from 106 and park
You all don't know I risk my heart with this apart
From the streets, the groups, the friends, the foes
The jewels, the dick lickers and the hoes
What about me?
Sheltered with no guidance
Look at the finest, royal highness on some hot shit
Still living with the liquor and bud
Sometimes I wish for my demise, so I can kick it with Bugs
I wish it was real between us all
In the past, you should of seen us dawg
I die for Em and save Haley, brave maybe
But just let them tears remove my grave Shady
Kunive and Swift, how live is it get?
I meant to teach y'all niggas to survive in this bitch
If we die to be rich, that makes me happy
And on another note, shit, don't hate me pappy
It's just that we look the same, you let the game take you
Your son game along and took the game
Since I took my own life, y'all feel a killa for sure
Bizarre on the real, your the realest nigga I know
Strapping and busting ain't real, just tell your mans the truth
And that's why you've always been friends with Proof
Answer to all, I've always lied with truth
And before I pull the trigger Denaun, I'm proud of you..

jotain paskaa

Älä lue, tätä jos et halua tuntea vainoharhaisuutta, miksi tämä on täällä? näet lopussa, jos jaksat/uskallat lukea

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Sinä joka luet tätä, jos et kopioi tätä omaan päiväkirjaasi niin kuolet ensi viikon torstaina