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This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Sean Allen - December 4th - Shawn Corey Carter JAY-Z [Produced By Justin Gregory Smith DJ JustBlaze] [Year: 2003] [Album: The Black Album] [Official Music Video]

Perfect Beat for A King

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Sean Allen - What More Can I Say - Shawn Corey Carter JAY-Z Feat Vincent V Hum Bostic [Produced By Jesus Buchanan] [Year: 2003] [Album: The Black Album]

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🦃 I didn't know what was going on here in Connecticut I was living in Phoenix Arizona

Still goosebumps 👏🔥🔥🔥

Puma 4 spots chocolate timbz k'rd she like me you can hit my line Clonazepam Pam's oil spray rare medium well done leather fucken cannibals yea'! Even captain cook gone get it Christopher Columbus bomb graffiti you see me rhyme trick time im outside of time she in the kitchen bank yoo take a fucken mountain dew calm down your balls pall mall rienneck don't like st johns university apparently kj52 123 me tell me 97 cent stallion beer food truck wacky monkey see I'm in trouble pablo tuli 758 proverbs 8 13 i hate you tell you fortune cookies here duck sauce here dumplings egg rolls Hindu religion don't smoke temple in your cypher in your pocket Hershey's ice cream Puerto Rico Columbia diego el.piko grand st $80,000,000 american express atrain express newyork.. group home i plead the blood Jesus Mexican the drama az madness a young Kobe leave him ill see at the dairy within 1 minute the brain shuts down devil money yoo' money bless you Jesus what it's a free country what?! N' yeah thesis vandal's, the black diamond I'm 1.kollab;'@.

Food at the same time Melinda at the same microphone at same time Epping station open the window at the same?!!!! ? Fuck king size zig zag papers Ziggy liggy ez wider.

Nervous touch ,. I mean I'm in circles where the click ,. Withstands a nervous rush ,. What a feeling ,. Too be right all along ,. An never see resembling ,. Lending feelings I kno how hard it is ,. Not with the smartest bitch ,. But speaking on some artist shit,. Maybe the smartest sense wasn't common,. Dick been throwed up on ,. Without vomit ,. As if the boys Islamic ,. Commas on a commet,. All about green like jax,. Sparkle clean like dax,. And that's the wax ,. Shaq

What do you expect,. What was next ,. What could've been left ,. High derest,. So calming ,. I'm so on it , So Vonage ,. Pick up ,. Can't get this one mixed up ,. Lil fix up ,. For the big Up ,. Next move ,. Could test you ,. Or rescue ,. The vessel,.

I like when Jay Z used this instrumental.

Greatest beat ever

Thank u dude I use this beat Diss rapper g baby for stealing my king of Agnew middle school thing I was king first before he moved to this school thank for the beat

There's never been a nigga this good for this long This hood or this pop, this hot or this strong With so many different flows, this one's for this song The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up These fucks, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked Their whole style from then try to reverse the outcome I'm like, "TAA!" I'm not a biter, I'm a writer for myself and others I say a big verse, I'm only biggin' up my brother Biggin' up my borough, I'm big enough to do it I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth I'm in, new sneakers, dual-seaters, few divas What more can I tell you? Let me spell it for you (look at my life) W-I, double-L, I-E (look at my life) Nobody truer than H-O-V And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador (see what I see) Prime Minister, back to finish my business up What more can I say? What more can I do? I gave this up to you I know this much is true, true My love (look at my life) What more can I say to you? (See what I see) You heard it all You already know what I'm about, flyin' birds down South Movin' wet off the step, purple rain in a drought Stuntin' on hoes, brushin' off my shirt But ain't nothin' on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name Young H-O, pitch the yay faithful Even if they patrol, I make payroll Benz paid for, friends they roll Private jets down to Turks and Caicos Cris' caseloads, I don't give a shit Nigga, one life to live, I can't let a day go By without me bein' fly, fresh to death Head to toe 'til the day I rest And I don't wear jerseys, I'm 30-plus Give me a crisp pair of jeans, nigga, button-ups S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete What more can I say? Guru, play the beat, my nigga (look at my life) Hahaha, woo We gon' let this ride into the hook I'ma snap my fingers on this one What more can I say to you? (See what I see) Get my grown man on Let's go! (What more can I say?) Now you know your ass is Willie when they got you in the mag For like half a billy and your ass ain't lily-White That mean that shit you write must be illy Either that or your flow is silly, it's both I don't mean to boast, but damn, if I don't brag Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass The Martha Stewart that's far from Jewish Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it And no I'm not through with it In fact, I'm just previewin' it This ain't the show, I'm just EQin' it One-two and I won't stop abusin' it To groupie girls stop false accusin' it Back to the music, the Maybach roof is translucent Niggas got a problem, Houston What up B, they can't shut up me (look at my life) Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride (look at my life) God forgive me for my brash delivery But I remember vividly what these streets did to me (see what I see) So picture me lettin' these clowns nitpick at me Paint me like a pickany I will literally kiss TT in the forehead Tell her, "Please forgive me" then squeeze into your forehead I'm not the one to score points off, in fact I got a joint that'll knock your points off Young Hova the God, nigga, blast for me I'm at the Trump International, ask for me I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere, you ain't never there And nigga, why would I ever care? Pound for pound, I'm the best to ever come around here Excludin' nobody, look what I embody The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street A CEO's mind, that marketin' plan was me And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines And I ain't animated like, say, a Busta Rhymes (look at my life) But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines (look at my life) Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times Times that by my influence on pop culture I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list We'll see what happens when I no longer exist Fuck this man

I can still hear Pusha T dissing Drake to his god damn core.

Some say GURU is STILL playing the beat somewhere.

0:06. 0:15. 0:19. 0:21 0:43

Hey my name is Sean 😮

"The spider joint..."

My favorite beat on this album NOT named dirt off ya shoulder or Lucifer .. this shit is so soulful and heavenly 💯💯💯

Beat out of this world

Everyone be Blessed

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It's crazy the only person besides jay z I can see on the beat is kayne lol

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dis beat alone gets me hyped!! I'll KILL this instrumental my niggaz!!

Sean!

YEZZURRRRRR NEPTUNES SOUND FROM VIRGINIA 🎹 🥁🖖🏻

Saint, (verse) (0:42) A brown boy in a foreign, Rap needs a saviour, they sent a brown boy for it, No writers, no labels, no doubt a self-made millionaire, I shoot my shot better than cupid, love is in the air. (verse)

The quatrocientros ochenta y ocho

This that shit 👍

More than just a man of my word a man with a voice We are all part of God's plan everyday we have a choice Not so long ago I tried to put hUmaNITY on the ballot I'm not into cards I know y'all seen it in the tarrot It's all part of God's plan In this image of man doing what I can Hope you get the message this ain't spam Dr Seuss keep them green eggs and ham Our children are our future let's put things in perspective My memory like my hearing can be selective Everyday is a new day if you only understood the half Growing up questioning it all within our purpose theirs a path We learn to live with love we dream and laugh Let's see how far we truly come on the graph Brooklyn what it look like don't forget about the staff FuhGetaboutIt we spread love the Brooklyn way It's time to live we all learned what we learn so much more to learn I pray Lord God thank you for this day may the rain wash all the chaos away Give strength to the weak heal the sick lift every spirit everyday

Real rapper 🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐

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Exactly

Goat 🐐

Goat 🐐

002q

Shit still slaps

Pusha murdered this beat

This shit takes me back o6!! So much fun!

Pushh

"I'm not black I'm OJ.... ok"

Real shit

damn, great beat

Wheres the drum break?

Yo that drum line is straight up from heaven, where Missus Simpson probably is.

Why is the drum roll missing from the instrumental version that is on the vocal version?

Can you send it too my email or can I download it and use it for a song?

Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga I like that second one Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga O.J. like, "I'm not black, I'm O.J." Okay House nigga, don't fuck with me I'm a field nigga with shined cutlery Gold-plated quarters where the butlers be I'mma play the corners where the hustlers be I told him, "Please don't die over the neighborhood That your momma rentin' Take your drug money and buy the neighborhood That's how you rinse it" I bought every V12 engine Wish I could take it back to the beginnin' I coulda bought a place in Dumbo before it was Dumbo For like two million That same building today is worth twenty-five million Guess how I'm feelin'? Dumbo Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga You wanna know what's more important than throwin' away money at a strip club? Credit You ever wonder why Jewish people own all the property in America? This how they did it Financial freedom my only hope Fuck livin' rich and dyin' broke I bought some artwork for one million Two years later, that shit worth two million Few years later, that shit worth eight million I can't wait to give this shit to my children Y'all think it's bougie, I'm like, it's fine But I'm tryin' to give you a million dollars worth of game for nine ninety-nine I turned that two to a four, four to an eight I turned my life into a nice first week release date, mm Y'all out here still takin' advances, huh? Me and my niggas takin' real chances, uh Y'all on the 'gram holdin' money to your ear There's a disconnect, we don't call that money over here, yeah Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga Still nigga, still nigga