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Robert
12-07-2006, 06:48 AM
Post up your favourite hooks...........my favourites........here are a few....

"Son, they shook...
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks,
Scared to death, scared to look They shook,
cause aint no such things as halfway crooks,
Scared to death, scared to look.....

Livin the live that of diamonds and guns
Theres numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
Some of em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
Cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
He aint a crook son, hes just a shook one...shook one"
-Mobb Deep, Shook Ones Pt II

"Livin' the high life, Make your moves at night,
pack your heat in this warzone, niggas is trife,
Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip, make one false move
And it's a up north trip"
-Mobb Deep, Up North Trip

"Ras Kass: Now what came first the chicken or the egg?
God: Armageddon.
Ras Kass: A arm a leg a leg a arm a head.
Headin in your direction.
The riddle was the answer to the question.
Born of the flesh what is perfection"
-Ras Kass, Interview Wit a Vampire

post 'em up

Greek Gheynician Anal Tradition
12-07-2006, 07:45 AM
[ VERSE 1: Prospect ]
Yo, it's the P-r-o-s-p-e-c-t
I'm a thug you can't ph.d. me
Catch me in the back of the club switchin it up
Type of nigga to get drunk and piss in your cup
Listen up to what it is, know a lotta mamis lovin the triz
And some, they tryin to pull it off right in front of the kids
Before I think about coming to cribs
I be lugging my glitz so big, on the waist it be rubbing my ribs
It's very dangerous fuckin with this
I been doublin chips holdin my own with the chrome double-grips
Up in the mix, caught a couple of vics
When I used to fight, but I ain't been scufflin since
This is as tough as it gets, never leave nothin with prints
Or you get blast and you're chopped up and stuffed in the fridge
They not playin me, I perfected this game from A to Z
The ones I don't know will need ropes to hands and knees

[Big Punisher]
'Til my last breath I'll have death before dishonor (c'mon)
And welcome drama (yeah) with open arms and a code of honor
My whole persona equals that of Gods
Definin' matters hard all before you even had a job
I'll stab and rob if I have to, fuck it I'll blast you
Tell the devil it was Pun, if he ask you
And let him know how we be deadin 'em, show him my emblem
The tombstone, the throne, every millennium
A child is born that can preform at a level beyond
the expected four minute thirty second song
We reign supreme, my team be all up in your dream
with the "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guilotine
Executioner style, black suit and a smile
Who's next to get their neck hacked loose in the crowd
Move from the aisle, don't make me have to prove that I'm wild
Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y'all niggaz shoot in the clouds
(Who's in the house?) Punisher straight from hell
Who's in the house (Terror Squad motherfucker we the real)
What the deal, now you know that's how we roll
Hard core like B.O., bring in the corns baby bro

[U-God]
I don't know where to begin, or where to start
All I know is I broke my mother heart
It started way back with a little weed
Then it grew into acid, coke and speed
I became that monster with a need to feed
Was it greed? No, I just needed to freeze
Then I dibbled in this, then I dabbled in that
Then the next thing you know, I was exposed to crack
And I guess curiosity killed the cat
And the way that it look, ain't no turning back
And I used to have the hook up, g'sll splurge
Now, I just cook up to feed my herbs
Now, people just look up, like he's the third
Cuz he walk around town like he's a bird
Instead of money it was drugs that he prefered
Say no to the substance, heed my words

[La the Darkman]
Yo yo, between the gods and the goddesses, devils and demons
I'm weed steamin, gold 32 karat tech gleamin
Cream feenin, like Casino, Trapicante Gambino
Rollin strapped on a bike, New Jack sit, like G and Nino
Shit is real dunn, me and Hav rap for guns
You just a son, you be hung by the skin on your tongue
P.R.'s on the run, change my name, identity
Got a dynasty of clanmen wit cheese like the Kennedy's
Non-friendly, see me in Brazil sippin Henny
Check my pinky ring medallion, it's a form gold penny
I'm drug, put my foot in my victims in cold blood
Life is cheap for you thugs when you give the dirt a hug
You move slow, direct effect of sniffin snow
La's song, home alone smokin wit a red bone
That get's messy, Darkman blow spots like Joe Pesci
In bars, wit twenty yards, "Get out of jail free" cards
You can't fuck wit this Monopoly, knocker, dumb ?boka?
Dreaded one, straight Vodka, best selling crime shocker
Tellin street stories, famous in the ghetto, knife glory
Takin lives, cuz the RZA shouldn't of let me out the hive
La the Darkman

-Gambino-
12-07-2006, 08:24 AM
You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead
Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing in sight
Why I am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die

Runnin' (Dying to Live)

frosted592
12-07-2006, 09:29 AM
Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay

renagade410
12-07-2006, 10:05 AM
So much on my mind that it can't recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving
-Blackstar "respiration"

All we need is beats, and rhymes and go and spark it
As long as we got the Underground, yo, we got a market
I don't need an agent to tell me how to run it
Cause my goal's to win the Indy 500
-binary star "indy 500"

You know the game insane in the brain
Big thangs in the Range, real niggaz never change
And though we homies and we no longer hang
You know you know me and that love still remains
So thru the fame, thru the fire and the flames
I adapt to the pain, real niggaz do the same
And though we homies and we no longer hang
You know you know me and that love still remains
-az "never change"

Well if you livin in the world today
You be hearin the slang that the wu-tang say
Niggaz that front we don't handle em
So we blast em, alright, well ok
Well if you like the way it sound then clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're sure
punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it
-gza "living in the world today"

Longbongcilvaringz
12-07-2006, 11:12 AM
Ill Bill - Anatomy Of A School Shooting
its like this, what more fun than sliced wrists,
kill that teacher that you hate, spray 25 kids,
you'll be famous just like me if you did what i did,
this is an anatomy of a school shooting.

JMT - Gengis Khan
last rites, we fast to blast twice,
jedi mind - 252, we mad nice,
we smash mics, and blast to precise,
fast 40 days and pray for 40 nights.

Murs - Walk Like A Man
It was a year to this day that my best friend died,
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried,
And I tried to pretend everything was fine,
But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine.

Slug & Murs - I Shot a Warhol
I shot a Warhol,
Dead with my pistol,
When the wind hit the hole,
In the canvas it whistled,
Beautiful with no frame,
A face with no name,
Glass full of cold fame,
Chased it with slow pain.

Immortal Technique - Point of No Return
This is the point from which I could never return,
And if I back down now then forever I burn,
This is the point from which I could never retreat,
Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace,
This is the point from which I will die and succeed,
Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed,
From now on it can never be the same as before,
Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore.

Immortal Technique - Obnoxious
Obnoxious nigga, murderous lyrics,
I know that you hear it,
now that I'm getting closer and closer I know that you feel it,
your eating off rap, and I hope you choke on your gimmick,
niggaz said hip hop was dead but I awoken the spirit,
we're taking it, back in the day to the golden age,
when wack motherfuckers used to get thrown off stage,
Immortal Technique, I made this the bump in your ride,
or burn it off the internet, and bump it outside,
nigga, we keeping it live, we keeping it live,
we keeping it live, we keeping it live,
burn it off the fucking internet, and bump it outside.

Edgar Erebus
12-07-2006, 01:30 PM
[ VERSE 1: Prospect ]
Yo, it's the P-r-o-s-p-e-c-t
I'm a thug you can't ph.d. me
Catch me in the back of the club switchin it up
Type of nigga to get drunk and piss in your cup
Listen up to what it is, know a lotta mamis lovin the triz
And some, they tryin to pull it off right in front of the kids
Before I think about coming to cribs
I be lugging my glitz so big, on the waist it be rubbing my ribs
It's very dangerous fuckin with this
I been doublin chips holdin my own with the chrome double-grips
Up in the mix, caught a couple of vics
When I used to fight, but I ain't been scufflin since
This is as tough as it gets, never leave nothin with prints
Or you get blast and you're chopped up and stuffed in the fridge
They not playin me, I perfected this game from A to Z
The ones I don't know will need ropes to hands and knees

[Big Punisher]
'Til my last breath I'll have death before dishonor (c'mon)
And welcome drama (yeah) with open arms and a code of honor
My whole persona equals that of Gods
Definin' matters hard all before you even had a job
I'll stab and rob if I have to, fuck it I'll blast you
Tell the devil it was Pun, if he ask you
And let him know how we be deadin 'em, show him my emblem
The tombstone, the throne, every millennium
A child is born that can preform at a level beyond
the expected four minute thirty second song
We reign supreme, my team be all up in your dream
with the "kill anything" grill, chillin' beside the guilotine
Executioner style, black suit and a smile
Who's next to get their neck hacked loose in the crowd
Move from the aisle, don't make me have to prove that I'm wild
Word to Cuban, my crew killers, y'all niggaz shoot in the clouds
(Who's in the house?) Punisher straight from hell
Who's in the house (Terror Squad motherfucker we the real)
What the deal, now you know that's how we roll
Hard core like B.O., bring in the corns baby bro

[U-God]
I don't know where to begin, or where to start
All I know is I broke my mother heart
It started way back with a little weed
Then it grew into acid, coke and speed
I became that monster with a need to feed
Was it greed? No, I just needed to freeze
Then I dibbled in this, then I dabbled in that
Then the next thing you know, I was exposed to crack
And I guess curiosity killed the cat
And the way that it look, ain't no turning back
And I used to have the hook up, g'sll splurge
Now, I just cook up to feed my herbs
Now, people just look up, like he's the third
Cuz he walk around town like he's a bird
Instead of money it was drugs that he prefered
Say no to the substance, heed my words

[La the Darkman]
Yo yo, between the gods and the goddesses, devils and demons
I'm weed steamin, gold 32 karat tech gleamin
Cream feenin, like Casino, Trapicante Gambino
Rollin strapped on a bike, New Jack sit, like G and Nino
Shit is real dunn, me and Hav rap for guns
You just a son, you be hung by the skin on your tongue
P.R.'s on the run, change my name, identity
Got a dynasty of clanmen wit cheese like the Kennedy's
Non-friendly, see me in Brazil sippin Henny
Check my pinky ring medallion, it's a form gold penny
I'm drug, put my foot in my victims in cold blood
Life is cheap for you thugs when you give the dirt a hug
You move slow, direct effect of sniffin snow
La's song, home alone smokin wit a red bone
That get's messy, Darkman blow spots like Joe Pesci
In bars, wit twenty yards, "Get out of jail free" cards
You can't fuck wit this Monopoly, knocker, dumb ?boka?
Dreaded one, straight Vodka, best selling crime shocker
Tellin street stories, famous in the ghetto, knife glory
Takin lives, cuz the RZA shouldn't of let me out the hive
La the Darkman

Find me a hook here

Edgar Erebus
12-07-2006, 01:38 PM
Not really all of my favorites, but few that came to my mind as the dope choruses. Tomorrow list would probably be different


You got it...what it takes
Go get it...where you want it?
Come get it...get involved
'Cause the brothers in the street are willing to work it out
Public Enemy - Brothers Gonna Work It Out


When a motherfucker steps out his place
And gets slapped in his motherfuckin face
Just because the motherfucker tried to base
The G.O.D., the G.O.D.
And while I see his whole click passes by
Motherfuckers think they qualify
And for those niggaz want to try
The G.O.D., the G.O.D.
GZA - Unexplained


What's beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain't safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU
Notorious B.I.G. - What's Beef?


Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death 'pon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
50 Cent - Many Men (Wish Death) (no kidding, this IS a dope hook)

crass
12-07-2006, 02:08 PM
TERMINATOR X! *scratches & cuts*

COCAINE BUSINESS CONTROLS AMERICA

yes

Bedlam
12-07-2006, 02:18 PM
"We fly high, no lie, you know this (BALLLIN)
Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz,
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (BALLLIN)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused"

Jim Jones - We Fly High

WuGambino
12-07-2006, 02:46 PM
So much on my mind that it can't recline
Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can't take it y'all, I can feel the city breathin
Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving
-Blackstar "respiration"Now, THAT is a good hook.9:|6

WuGambino
12-07-2006, 02:57 PM
The J, the I, the M, the M, The Y, the J, the I, the M
It's Jimmyyy!
It's Jiiimmyyy!
Boogie Down Productions - Jimmy :cool:

Roling down the street,
Smokin endo,
Sippin on Gin & Juice!
Laaaid back,
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind.
Gin & Juice - Snoop Doggy Dogg :cool:

PLO-Stylez
12-07-2006, 02:58 PM
"We fly high, no lie, you know this (BALLLIN)
Foreign rides, outside, its like showbiz,
We stay fly, no lie, you know this (BALLLIN)
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused"

Jim Jones - We Fly High


shit is so fuckin catchy just the "ballin" part especially

crass
12-07-2006, 03:00 PM
Hate It Or Love Dunn
The Dog's On Top
And I'm Keep Risin To The Motherfucking Top
Don't Hate Me
I'm Rap's Mvp

Bedlam
12-07-2006, 04:49 PM
Hate It Or Love Dunn
The Dog's On Top
And I'm Keep Risin To The Motherfucking Top
Don't Hate Me
I'm Rap's Mvp

lol

its "Hate it or Love it, the underdog's on top"

bonez07
12-07-2006, 06:33 PM
shit is so fuckin catchy just the "ballin" part especially
not its not...that song is shit in general...and the beat is more catchy than the balling part, i heard this song just a couple weeks ago...it sucks...Ras Kass, wow, Immortal Technique, WOW!