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Ali Vegas

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    [song includes Ali Vegas imitating other rappers]

    [Ali Vegas: talking]
    Rest In Peace to my nigga Mel, this song dedicated to you
    Yeah, I sit back and I hear niggaz saying "Damn, Vegas you sound like this
    nigga, you sound like that nigga"
    They always compare me to greats, so a nigga can't never sound wack
    Cause they compare me to every nice nigga that was ever in the game
    So I wonder what them niggaz be saying

    [Ali Vegas (Jay-Z)]
    Gather round hustlers, that's if you still living
    Black Album dropping, who's gone fill my position
    Um...It's not often I lose
    Who's the next king to walk in my shoes
    The prince of New York, that's an awkward dude
    His walk and talk is so smooth
    Vegas be the talk of the news
    He might just be the one
    L.O. get that lil nigga on the phone
    Cause I need to speak to son now

    [Ali Vegas (2 Pac)]
    Pistols popping at visionaries
    Niggaz is getting buried
    Different worries, living is getting scary
    Rappers rapping bout what happen
    Fame and fashion, guns blasting
    Bust they don't share the same passion
    That's why he gone outlast em
    Fasten ya seat belt, Vegas'll make a beat melt
    Him against the world he don't need help
    And all my niggaz stuck in the pen
    Ya can't deny it, he a Southsider ya don't fuck with him

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    [Ali Vegas (Nas)]
    Back in '99 when I first heard his CD
    I looked, damn an illmatic version of me
    A young'n with fame thorough with game
    New ruler of the borough I claim
    Thoroughest lames would huddle in gangs
    Thinking bout what they gone do
    Vegas keep doing ya thing
    cause can't none of these young niggaz fuck with you
    They having a thought of spazzing in court
    Half of his rock and half of his mark to the stash of New York

    [Ali Vegas (Notorious B.I.G.)]
    Quiet when I speak to you
    La put the heat to you
    Real king of New York, I'm dying in my vechicle
    Like Frank White, Ali Vegas got his bank tight
    Now competition can't think right
    Y'all all know me, I'm the one that put the mac in roni
    Top of New York like T.O.N.Y
    Too many niggaz tried to clone me
    Truly yours, prince of New York but P.O.N.Y to you homie
    You know me

    [Ali Vegas (Eminem)]
    Uh-oh, here we go again
    First time out y'all didn't notice him
    Now he gets on tracks and his roasters them
    Tommy Motolla and Universal is back in control again
    Casa Blanca, that's like a second home for him
    50 million is a lot of dough to spend on a rapper that's going to blow again
    Who wanna go toe to toe with him?
    Nobody, he squeeze triggers like Eastwood
    I can't say nigga, but guess what he could

    [Ali Vegas (Busta Rhymes)]
    It was a cold stormy nigh chilling on Flatbush Ave
    That's when my man past and pulled the CD out the stash
    Said I needed to blast, I pulled over the whip before I crashed
    At last, prince of New York is all in ya ass

    [Ali Vegas (Ma$e)]
    It be the same cats that wouldn't listen to his demo
    Now want info, black on black limo
    Flood any tempo, it's simple
    Anything he drop hot, even if it pop like a pimple
    Popo, now he loco
    Raspberry no more coco
    Ya know how fast an O go, if not you a doe doe
    No more slow dough, sho dough
    Hardcore no more go go
    But y'all already know tho

    [Ali Vegas (Nelly)]
    Straight from the down, down
    I hear dirty is getting right
    Knew he was nice when I heard 'em on the mic
    Girls holla'n E.I., niggaz they wanna fight
    Told dirty don't worry he gone be aiiight
    I said his pimp juice got him feeling under the gun
    Told 'em he got what it take to be number 1
    When it's hot in here bitch niggaz'll run
    Don't worry about it they all gone be stunned

    [Ali Vegas: talking (Madd Rapper)]
    Naw son, Naw son, Naw son, Yo Vegas, Naw son
    Ya not breaking the whole song down on these niggaz
    Don't let these niggaz think you just doing this
    just cause you wanna sound like niggaz
    Word to my mother, if y'all going to compare my son
    Then y'all need to compare all them niggaz son
    cause all them niggaz sound alike
    Word to my mother from Jay to Nas, all them niggaz sound alike
    If you speed the nigga Jay up you get Nas
    If you slow the nigga Nas down you get Pac
    You take away Pac doubles, you get B.I.G
    You take away B.I.G. doubles, you get Slick Rick
    This is all a family tree
    Y'all need to stop comparing niggaz and just let niggaz eat
    Fuck it who knows you slow me down you might get every rapper in the game
    I might sound like the nigga Vegas when you slow me down
    Try that shit out

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