first off, this is just an opinion cuz i think most south music is garbage with the exception of a certain few, sceondly when you say nyc music sucks you saying hip hop itself sucks cuz hip hop was born there, you also say big, pun, big l,even pac, rakim, old ll, kane, krs-one, jay-z and nas is garbage, which is wrong, i mean i understand a good club song once in a while, but lyrically it's garbage i mean check out big poppa and damn or whateva the young bloods put out last week(which i will give you a chance to do) and tell me who came better on the track, and the beat to big poppa was strictly club and still rocks club in nyc 2day (i know that personally).
big poppa's 1st verse
To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me
The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin
But I just can't quit
Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
damn's 1st verse
They callin' me to come back to the streets, Sean P. a/k/a Sharp Crease
Said it was necessary, these sucka niggaz out here very scary
They come from the hole they livin' in the month of February
OK then put a sissy nigga on display then
Kick in ya door and have my folk dem bring dem K's in
I'm still Attic A-double T-I-C
It ain't a hoe out there fo real who don't know 'bout me
Bitch I'm fo sho wit it don't make me pop that trunk to the 'Lac
Bitch I will go get it and I ain't selfish I will let you and your hoe feel it
Won't catch me sippin' on no Cris and got a cold billy
It's Youngbloodz A-Town malt liquor sippin', comin' straight from the gutter
Toe-tag a motherfucker, leave 'em under a cover
Lil John he drop the beat that make ya bounce like rubber
Sean Paul he tote the heat to make ya mug then slug ya yeah
Originally Posted by Jammin' Jobus
