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TheoPetro

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i need the angriest rap songs you can think of. stuff that makes thug love look like a bedtime song.

anything like "you can hate me now" by Nas or "thug love" by tupac or "Murder one" by bone thugz

no love or "hey look at all my money" songs F those
 

ShadoWing

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How about DMX stuff? That's Really angry lol. You know, like X Gon Give it to ya and stuff like that....he's pretty much just yelling at you the whole time
 

TheoPetro

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lol shadowwing ya ive got like 40 songs from him.

accipiter22 ive got that too and enjoy it.

i need more tho. somethen that when you hear it it makes you scared
 

The Godfather

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2pac ft 50 cent - The Realist Killaz
2pac - Hail Mary
Jay Z - 99 Problems

Hmm.. i'm more of a techno listener.
 

GeekDrew

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"Immortal Technique - Dance with the devil"
(I'm acting as an anonymous proxy)
 

The Godfather

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Originally posted by: TheoPetro
ooo havnt heard of goldie lookin chain ill look into em

That is because its these British white dudes that dress 80s style and sing about stuff like mothers having a penis. I was kidding, but get it if you want, its funny.

 

Skunkwourk

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not sure if you meant for lyrical content or just angry sounding beats...

2pac - Hit em up and Holla at me.
Kurupt - Callin out names and Onsite
Ice cube feat Dr. Dre - Natural Born Killaz
Xzibit - Say my name

maybe
Eazy E - Real Muthaphuckkin G's or Any Last Werdz
Mack 10 - Westside Slaughterhouse
Cypress Hill - No rest for the wicked
Ice Cube - No vaseline
Wu-Tang - Wu tang clan ain't nuthing to F wit
Tha Dogg Pound - What would you do
Puff Daddy feat Busta Rhymes - Victory remix feat. NIN if you can find it.

EDIT: when you listen to it it makes you scared huh?
 

NGC_604

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Ahhhh the good ole days, back when rap didn't suck.

A favorite of mine was aways Spice 1. He needs to show back up and set the Source awards on fire or something. He would deliver a much needed backhand to many rappers these days. "Born II Die" is my favorite song from him.
 

hypn0tik

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Eminem ft. DMX - Go to Sleep (probably the most hateful one I know)
Nas - Got Yourself a Gun
 

Rip the Jacker

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Wow. I am surprised. How in the hell can all those artists be mentioned, and not one of you think of Mobb Deep?
They make the best music to listen to in killing mode.

Get these 2 albums, and you're set. All the songs are about killing, and about the streets and having a tough life.

Mobb Deep - The Infamous
Mobb Deep - Hell on Earth.

Mobb Deep sh!ts on anyone in this category -- peep the lyrics and tell me what I said isn't true.

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
You heard of us
Official queensbridge murderers
The mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
For all of those who wanna profile and pose
Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit? your nosebone
You all alone in these streets, cousin
Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin?
And keep them shook crews runnin?
Like they supposed to
They come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
You?re in the wrong place
Cowards like you just get they?re whole body laced up
With bullet holes and such
Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
You can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it?ll be your very last time breathin?
Your simple words just don?t move me
You?re minor, we?re major
You all up in the game and don?t deserve to be a player
Don?t make me have to call your name out
Your crew is featherweight
My gunshots?ll make you levitate
I?m only nineteen but my mind is old
And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
Another ****** deceased, another story gets told
It ain?t nothin? really
Hey, yo dun spark the phillie
So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
Why they still alive I don?t know, go figure
Meanwhile back in queens the realness is foundation
If I die I couldn?t choose a better location
When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation
Now, take these words home and think it through
Or the next rhyme I write might be about you


For every rhyme I write, it?s 25 to life
Yo, it?s a must the gats we trust safeguardin? my life
Ain?t no time for hesitation
That only leads to incarceration
You don?t know me, there?s no relation
Queensbridge niggas don?t play
I don?t got time for your petty thinking mind
Son, I?m bigga than those claimin? that you pack heat
But you?re scared to hold
And when the smoke clears you?ll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
You talk a good one but you don?t want it
Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
No time to dwell on that ?cause my brain reacts
Front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don?t fake that kid
Stay in a child?s place, kid you out o? line
Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I?m sippin? e&j, got my mind flippin?
I?m buggin? think I?m how bizar to hold my hustlin?
Get that loot kid, you know my function
Cause long as I?m alive i?ma live illegal
And once I get on i?ma put on, on my people
React mix to lyrics like macs I hit your dome up
When I roll up, don?t be caught sleepin?
Cause I?m creepin?


[hell on earth]

We wreck the qbc, ****** rep yours it?s all love
Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the ****** up, see how my foul now
Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin ******
Never hesitant, it?s the crack game unlimited
Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite
Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it
Either with me go against the grain you better hit me
Leggin me or robbin me niggaz better body me
Cause it?s a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches
Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures
Cause she rep the qbc faithfully, playa hatin me
All that bullshit, is just makin me
More the better, then concentrate on gettin chedda
If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you
Shape and mold you, sun you, then I hold you
Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you
It?ll be i, like I?m supposed to, the click is coastal
International to local, bacardi mix physically fix
Hit you with ******, that?ll leave a loose ****** stiff
Probably thick, son I solved em
Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos
Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop
Qbcity godfather part iii, gotti gambino
And ty nitty, scarface rest in peace

Yo, the heavy metal king hold big ******, with spare clips
You seein clips when the mac spit your top got split
Layin dead with open eyes close his eyelids
Turn off his lights switch to darkness, cause deep in the abyss
Is street life, blood on my kicks, ****** on my knife
Youse the wild child, kid cold turnin men into mice
I was born to take power leave my mark on this planet
The phantom of crime rap, niggaz is left stranded
Shut down your operation, closed for business
Leave a foul taste in your mouth, like guinness
Pow niggaz is found mia
We move like the special forces, green beret
Heavily around my throat, I don?t play
****** brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
The God p walk with a limp see, but simply
To simplify ******, no man can go against me
Test me you must be bent g, don?t tempt me
I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty
The reason why it full for so long, cause I don?t waste ******
You probably hid, blood in your mouth, so you could taste it
Quiet as kept, I lay back and watch the world spin
I hear thugs, claimin that they gonna rob the mobb
When they see us, I tell you what black, here?s the issue
It?s a package deal, you rob me, you take this message
Along with that, I ain?t your average cat
****** rap, I?m tryin to make cream and that?s that
Whatever it takes however it gots to go down
Four mikes on stage a motherfuckin four pound
Speakers leakin out sound and niggaz leakin on the ground
I could truely care less the God will get his
Regardless blow for blow let?s find out who wear hardest
This rap artist used to be a stickup artist
Sometimes I test myself see if I still got it
A live ****** stay on point never diss
Regard ****** or forget the essence, from which I emerged
P is sick, so save that bullshit for the burbs
Live up to my word, if I got beef, niggaz comin in herds
We flush through your click get purged

[drop a gem on 'em]

Take a tire, all these fake crooks need to retire
they gotcha gassed, takin back and snatch fire outcha
maggot ass, Havoc represent for the Q-B-C
smoke that ass like a lucie..tho I need to quit
f**k it, I love it like a cloud
over the projects your game Im above it
its combat, gats bangers and all that
you'se a small cat, whatever you on get off that
I mention, nuthin but the real ****** presentin
the hollow tip crew 41st side convention
try for? you half-steppin
like a fresh tec out of the box
yo niggas I'm testin
(There's no question)
bitch ass have you confessin
like a D-T left in state of depression
you under pressure, intact no doubt catcher
the snitch-snatcher tookin wit asthma
you casper, you yell my name
thats only givin me props
plus the fans that you got, wonderin whats got you hot
its too not, knocked out the box and got rocked
got raped on the Island, you officially got
kick that thug ******, Vibe magazine on some love ******
(keep it real kid, you don't know who you f**kin wit)

Yeah likewise, Im tired of rap guys whose fagg*ts
pure shuteye, and swole up your whole outside
I baptize, niggas get wet, put up your backside
your claptized and set straight, put on your head straight
watch out for,
these upstate cats be leary of you
yeddy niggas wit gats plus the walls on they backs
Rikers Island flashback of the house you got scuffed it in
you would think you gettin your head shot was enough but then
Now you wanna got at my team,
you must of been drunk when you wrote that ******
too bad you had to did it to your own self
my rebellion, I retaliate, I had the whole New York state
aimin at your face
at the gate, bottom line of top soon as you came through
shot through, don't even know the half of my crew
I got a hundred strong arm niggas ready to rock the ******
clocks tick, your days are numbered in low digits
you look suspicious, suspect niggas is bitches
get chppoed up, Grade A meat, somethin delicious
and laced back up, 2 G's, one for stitches
then reconstruct your face and learn how to speak again
my Mobb's like a bunch of wild Puerto Ricans
wit bangers the size of African spears
it's warfare in the arena, you turn arenas into house of
horrors
its terrodome, when you see my click you need to run behind
******
you gotta gat you betta find it
and use that ****** think fast and get reminded
of robberies in Manhattan you knew what happened
60 g's and one for gun clappin
Who Shot Ya? You'd probably scream louder than an opera
New York gotcha, now you wanna use my mob as a crutch
what makes you think you cant get bucked again
Once again, back in the house once again
live the life that of diamonds and guns
and now gems pull gats like a basehead pull on stems
the Mobb got the bomb run out and tell a friend
Its the Infamous..

There's a war goin on outside, no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
from these, streets, that we done took
You walkin witcha head down scared to look
You shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
by the mac one-double, I touch you
and leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin
New York got a ****** depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me
and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act
I'm fallin and I can't turn back
or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y'know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that
As long as fiends smoke crack
I'll be on the block hustlin countin my stacks
No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with caution
Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system
Niggaz usin fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces
I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that ****** me up God
But ****** happens for a reason
You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin
You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult
Wild on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game
Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin ******
I'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip
Pushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever
Jakes on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never seperate and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt
My crew's all about loot
****** lookin cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smell
In the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tell
You better realize

Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list
Knowhati?mean? have a situation like this
Another war story from a thirsty young hustler
Won?t trust ya, I?d rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
For the cops to discover, while I be dippin in the range rover
All jewelled like liberace
You watch me while jakes tryin to knock me and lock me
But I?ll be on the low sippin asti spumante
Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep
Stuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleep
Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really yeah
But keep lettin them small things slide and be a failure
If I?m out of town one of my crew?ll take care of ya
The world is ours and your team?s inferior
You wanna bust caps I get, all up in your area
Kidnap your children make the situation scarier
Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
I might crack a smile but ain?t a damn thing funny
I?m caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely
Got g?s in my pocket hit off my main squeeze
Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
Through the butter soft leather upholestry
But mostly, keep the gat closely, cuz niggaz wanna toast me

Yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences
Count up my blessings, add up my weapons
Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose
Sling do my thing organize fiend servants
Tryin to make a mil is stress you know the deal
So we sling drills get your cap peeled, cuz everything is real
Cuz I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
Sippin bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi
Try to infiltrate my fort get caught
Dead up in new york, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
Get your life lost never found again my friend
Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten
On my road to the riches, hittin snitches off with mad stitches
Your last restin place?ll be a ditch kid
No one can stop me try your style?s sloppy
Want to be me, you?re just an imitation copy
My theme is all about making the green
Livin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably

A drug dealer?s dream
Stash cream keys on a triple beam
Five hundred sl green, ninety-five nickle gleam
Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
Tailor made ostrich, chanel for my women friend
Murderin, numbers on your head while I?m burglarin
Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in
New york metropolis, the bridge brings apocalypse
Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us
Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
Gun inside my bad hand I sliced tryin to bag grams
I got hoes that used to milk you
Niggaz who could?ve killed you
Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
Nas escobar movin on your weak production
Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin

Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
They swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black?s
Playin corners glancin all up in your cornea
Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya
But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack right
It?s only right, feelin higher than an airplane right
Word yo, I want to get this money then blow
Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go
Sip beers, the german ones, hand my guns to sons
Shaolin, and queensbridge we robbin niggaz for fun
But still, write my will out to my seeds then build
Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill