Відео

Classic right here

I've been looking for Dave East I found a way instrumental, also T.I respect the code feat Rick Ross instrumental.

Sampled from Metallica wherever I may roam

🖤🖤 it.

Whats the name of this? Iv been driving myself fucking crazy

Whats the name of the beat at the end of all ur videos. Ill throw u a sub

What's the instrumental at the end of this

Love the jeru the damaja sample

Instrumental is dope af

Nice beat

Can u get the other version of this songs instrumental?

Agreed . This beat goes too hard

Love this ahit i have since my teens

Straight up finally! Wooooooooo dammmmmmmmn fire 🔥

Love this beat!!!

Dj paul has gotta be dopest producer period

Yes yes 👍

Thanks my friend . Just put this on a soul beat. 🔥

Thank you!

happy purrp day

this is timeless i bet 100 years from now it will still be fire

Awesome

no homo but i luv ya for postin this instrumental hahaha

How the full u kut bizzy verse for this shyt mane

You’re awesome

Thank you!

Thank you so much

Great beat would be cool to hear nothin 2 lose instrumental by MOP!

ResumenVídeosLetrasEscuchar Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Yeah, nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Yeah, nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes I'm back in shit, packin' shit, while stackin' shit If anyone steps up askin' shit, I'm blastin' shit You gon' fade me, but swingin' like Peter Parker Motherfuck the shop, I'll wreck the Goddamn barber Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up You couldn't be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up I told you once, but you forget, so here's a flashback "You couldn't be shit, if you came out my ass crack" Stop frontin', kid, you know you ain't paid And the only mic you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade Ain't nothin' lyrical about you but your lies So cut the shit, 'cause you're startin' to draw flies Get played like my five-year-old's newborn toys Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways That's rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days Listen up, all these words take heed When iron cock and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (none) I'm sick of this, here's my final diss Fuck you dim niggas, you ain't shit like piss Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes (Slim Shady) My Smith & Wessy got you layin' in some alley messy Got your family lookin' for your ass on Sally Jessy We squash beef in the Mo when you ain't breathin' no more Leavin' your skull split like Steven Seagal Let the cat out, flat out, Detroit's a madhouse So I don't get offended when I hear my city badmouthed We quick to pull the gat out and set it And leave you with more shit missin' than a Lil' Kim radio edit Stick up kids be tryna live paid You get your crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your rib cage Get the gauge, cock it back, empty them pockets, Jack Or I'ma send you flyin' like a rocketpack Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack Break into your crib, steal your shit and lock it back Ten-year-old kids be standin' on the block with gats Just for livin' nowadays'll get you flocked with bats Where I'm from, you know what I'm sayin'? That's some old Detroit shit Y'all wouldn't know about that shit though Unless you come to my city, you know what I'm sayin'? See where we live 'Cause we shine Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes MCs put Detroit up in their rap songs 'Cause without us their careers wouldn't last long So like a generation, we've been passed on Now its our time to shine, put your glasses on Got these A&R's at labels with binoculars Lookin' in, jockin' us and not jockin' yours Too many groups follow trends, unoriginal Usin' loops that transcend every bitch in you Don't ever try to say this is a ghost town One million rappers in this bitch, they need to slow down Evaluate the situation, all the rest are killers Fly hoes out on Jefferson with the drug dealers Two years in the joint, nobody's touchin' Hush Try to say you put us down, but you're under us Now who the fuck are you? It's just coincidental When you rhyme, you're even worse than the instrumental You're just a phone-tapper with no backbone Talkin' shit, I got a clique that only pack chrome Have your ass gone, nowhere to run when we hit Next time you'll think twice of who you fuckin' with Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Life's a B up in the D Before the Slim Shady EP CD Never suckin' static Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Nigga, every time I pick up the microphone I drug it When I bust on the mic, I bust with real hard rhymes Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget

Ur a fucking God for this they took this down fuckin a decade ago been tryna get it thanks bro

Damn what’s the beat at the end though

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Wow this is impressive... More Bone Thugs

This sound too serious

Class

Nice.. dj paul and juicy j in the 90s? Come on..

Oh shit!

LongLive6DOGS 🕊❤️

I came back because there's only one person that I thought of, that could make this instrumental and that be you homie, ey check this sick ass beat on the link homie ua-cam.com/video/n2OFp-4krzo/v-deo.html You up for the challenge

I find the lady raps annoying in the original

this is song is a vibe

😲

YOOOOO I WAS LOOKIN FOR DIS JAWN💎💎💯

is it okey to use for own content?

Yo I see what ya channel is called. I got a challenge for ya lol. Inspektah deck the movement instrumental. U get that you'll get like 100000 views on that off me alone lol

💎 the beat is to mesmerizing, what a classic

Great work.

this is still in my current playlist. If you could throw out a version of "Battlezone" like the one you did right here, then I'd be like, I salute thee Sir!

OverviewLyricsListen Yo let-let-let me ask you a question yo Yo, would you kill for me? Hmmm, yeah What took you so long to answer motherfucker? I don't know The fuck wrong with you bitch? When I met you I admit my first thoughts was to trick You look so good huh, I suck on your daddy's dick I never felt that way in my life It didn't take long before I made you my wife Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze Comin' to the crib, even had a set a keys During the days you helped me bag up my nickels In the process, I admit, I tricked a little But you was my bitch, the one who'd never snitch Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin' rich And I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, uh, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch Yeah, just me and my bitch Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh no, that's not my steelo I wanna bitch that like to play ceelo, and craps Packin' gats, in a Coach bag steamin' dime bags A real bitch is all I want, all I ever had With a bop just as strong as me Totin' guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me Any plans with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil it One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet (that's nasty) Throwin' my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blows I see my Polos and Timbos Hide my car keys so I can't leave A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve And if I deceive, she won't take it lightly She'll invite me, politely, to fight, G And then we lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, uh, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch She helped me plan out my robberies on my enemies Didn't hesitate to squeeze, to get my life out of danger One day, she put 911 on the pager Had to call back, whether it's minor or major No response, the phone just rung Grab my vest, grab my gun, to find out the problem When I pulled up, police was on the scene Had to make the U-turn, make sure my shit was clean Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes Stepped to police with the shoves and the pushes It didn't take long before the tears start I saw my bitch dead with the gunshot to the heart And I know it was meant for me I guess the niggas felt they had to kill the closest one to me And when I find 'em your life is to an end They killed my best friend, me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch Just me and my, just me and my bitch, uh Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch Just me and my, just me and my bitch, uh (just me and my bitch) Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch Yeah, just me and my bitch (just me and my bitch) Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch Just me and my bitch So when did you first start rappin'? Um, I was like about 18 years old. Yeah, about 18 So how did you first get started? Who influenced you? Ain't nobody really influenced me, you know what I'm saying? I was just tired of being on the streets, you know what I'm saying? Had to get up off that, you know I see. So where you from? Brooklyn

He changed my life, and he didn't even know me. Making memories.