Crashing i came close ,. Moving threw the stages on this road, same shit different day till i get old ,. Same face another take ,. Put that in bold,. Across from the lake down the street from the cove i hit the point is that the only thing they know ,. Hold up woaah,. Got me touched,. I mean off the set in a rush,. Coffee couldnt keep you up ,. Might as well go at paint with the brush ,. Leaving red in the sank the discuss,. Water too wine even up,.
@@ClintonAveStory Heighten strings as the tone gets more darker. There is string work that is played live as the song goes on. Go listen to the real version
I'm sitting in the crib dreaming about Lear jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop Oops! I'm interrupted by a doorbell 3:52, who the hell Is this? I gets up quick Cocks my shit Stop the dogs from barking Then proceed to walking It's a face that I seen before My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor Check it I look deeper I see blood up on his sneakers And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth So I dip Nigga, is you creeping or speaking? He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon I opens up the door, pitiful Is he in critical? Retaliation for this one won't be minimal 'Cause I'm a criminal Way before the rap shit Bust the gat shit Puff won't even know what happened, If it's done smoothly Silencers on the Uzi Stash in the hooptie My alibi, any cutie With a booty that done fuck Big Pop Head spinning, reminiscing 'bout my man C-Rock Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch Somebody got to die If I go, you got to go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch Filling clips he explained our situation Precisely, so we know exactly what we facing Some kid named Jason In a Honda station wagon Was bragging About how much loot and crack he stacking Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique Small crew 'Round the time I was locked up with you True indeed But yo nigga let me proceed Don't fill them clips too high Give them bullets room to breathe Damn where was I? Yeah Went outta town, blew the fuck up D-Roc went home And Jay got stuck the fuck up Hit him twice caught him right for the Persian white Pistol whipped his kids And taped up his wife (niggas is trife) He figured Rock, set em up, no question Wet em up no less Than 50 shots in his direction How many shots? Man nigga, I seen mad holes What kinda gats? Hecklers, Kochs, and Calicos But fuck that I know where all them niggas rest at In the building hustling And they don't be strapped Supreme in black Is downstairs, the engine running Find a bag to put the guns in And c'mon if you're coming Somebody gotta die If I go, you got to go Somebody got to die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch Somebody got to die If I go, you got to go Somebody gotta die Let the gunshots blow Somebody got to die Nobody got to know That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down How it's gon' go down Lay these niggas low-down Slow down Fuck all that planning shit Run up in they cribs And make them cats abandon ship See niggas like you do ten-year bids Miss the nigga they want And murder innocent kids Not I One nigga's in my eye That's Jason Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted Revenge I'm tasting at the tip of my lips I can't wait to fill my clip in his hips Pass the chocolate Thai Sing ain't lie There's Jason with his back to me Talking to his faculty I start to get a funny feeling Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealing Scream his name out ("Ay yo, playboy!") Squeezed six nothing shorter Nigga turned around holding his daughter
somebody's got to die, it could be you, it could be I, it could be the next guy i run into, no lie, but whatever, too much stress in my mind, too many voices in my head, schizophrenic, never in a panic, brains racing quickly, too much thought process, thinking about all the shit i got left, next to nothing, but it quickly goes away when i get shit bumpin, like subs in the back of the trunk, thumpin. but this is something only i can relate too, this chapters over, so i gotta move on, take two.
wish someone would make an instrumental for the track "PLAYA HATER" and instead of the singing, fckn, Lay on it Big rapping and that shit would be dope af
-be Feminine/u Sweet as Cinnamon with Maple Syrup Fuck what u Heard it's What u Hearin'/i Feel Heartbeat Tearin' Tarin' up ya Soul into Pieces/take my Pedigree take Home and Study/Knowledge is Power but u Growin' Sour/i keep extra clips for Niggaz who Start Shit/u the Bitch makin' my Profit check this Prophet/im the Holy one talkin' Loud but Still got No Crowd/to follow all ya Lyrics is Borrowed/and still can't make a hit/so take a Kneel/to the King Superior u Infamous and Inferior bitch
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Nicely done sample of In the Rain - The Dramatics
Silenencers on the Uzi.
Perfect beat for that story. Dope instrumental
Finally this shit is up. This instrumental is soooo dope
Crashing i came close ,.
Moving threw the stages on this road, same shit different day till i get old ,. Same face another take ,. Put that in bold,. Across from the lake down the street from the cove i hit the point is that the only thing they know ,. Hold up woaah,. Got me touched,. I mean off the set in a rush,. Coffee couldnt keep you up ,. Might as well go at paint with the brush ,. Leaving red in the sank the discuss,. Water too wine even up,.
I love the high hat in this joint!
legend for uploading this
He tells me C Rock is just Hit at the Beacon
Is he critical?
Retaliation for this one won’t be minimal
Guys who know where find samples of gun shooting or baby crying or somebody screaming like in the end of the song?
RIP Notorious Big
1972 - 1997
At The Age Of 24 Years Old.
Puff won't even know it happened
"So wassup, B?"
"Watching the game havin a Bud."
"True, true"
"Some kid name Jason in a Honda station wagon was bragging!"
Lol was a hatch
Dope loop…. A key part is missing but it’s still very enjoyable
What’s missing?
@@ClintonAveStory Heighten strings as the tone gets more darker. There is string work that is played live as the song goes on. Go listen to the real version
I'm sitting in the crib dreaming about Lear jets and coupes
The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop
Oops!
I'm interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell
Is this?
I gets up quick
Cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barking
Then proceed to walking
It's a face that I seen before
My nigga Sing, we used to sling on the 16th floor
Check it
I look deeper
I see blood up on his sneakers
And his fist gripped a chrome four-fifth
So I dip
Nigga, is you creeping or speaking?
He tells me C-Rock just got hit up at the Beacon
I opens up the door, pitiful
Is he in critical?
Retaliation for this one won't be minimal
'Cause I'm a criminal
Way before the rap shit
Bust the gat shit
Puff won't even know what happened,
If it's done smoothly
Silencers on the Uzi
Stash in the hooptie
My alibi, any cutie
With a booty that done fuck Big Pop
Head spinning, reminiscing 'bout my man C-Rock
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch
Filling clips he explained our situation
Precisely, so we know exactly what we facing
Some kid named Jason
In a Honda station wagon
Was bragging
About how much loot and crack he stacking
Rock had a grip so they formed up a clique
Small crew
'Round the time I was locked up with you
True indeed
But yo nigga let me proceed
Don't fill them clips too high
Give them bullets room to breathe
Damn where was I?
Yeah
Went outta town, blew the fuck up
D-Roc went home
And Jay got stuck the fuck up
Hit him twice
caught him right for the Persian white
Pistol whipped his kids
And taped up his wife
(niggas is trife)
He figured Rock, set em up, no question
Wet em up no less
Than 50 shots in his direction
How many shots?
Man nigga, I seen mad holes
What kinda gats?
Hecklers, Kochs, and Calicos
But fuck that
I know where all them niggas rest at
In the building hustling
And they don't be strapped
Supreme in black
Is downstairs, the engine running
Find a bag to put the guns in
And c'mon if you're coming
Somebody gotta die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody got to die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch
Somebody got to die
If I go, you got to go
Somebody gotta die
Let the gunshots blow
Somebody got to die
Nobody got to know
That I killed yo' ass in the mist, bitch
Exchanged hugs and pounds before the throw down
How it's gon' go down
Lay these niggas low-down
Slow down
Fuck all that planning shit
Run up in they cribs
And make them cats abandon ship
See niggas like you do ten-year bids
Miss the nigga they want
And murder innocent kids
Not I
One nigga's in my eye
That's Jason
Ain't no slugs gonna be wasted
Revenge I'm tasting at the tip of my lips
I can't wait to fill my clip in his hips
Pass the chocolate
Thai
Sing ain't lie
There's Jason with his back to me
Talking to his faculty
I start to get a funny feeling
Put the mask on in case his niggas start squealing
Scream his name out
("Ay yo, playboy!")
Squeezed six nothing shorter
Nigga turned around holding his daughter
Ml of no moment xxx red and S hmm CT he oS
Movie director... deam this shit ant lie,, tanks fo the lyric homs
big & PAC 2 wasted lives
If I go, you gotta go 🤷🏾♀️🤷🏾♀️
🔥 🔥
Crip Records TREY; For Tupac ( I Will Diss You)... Do it sound like TREY dissing Biggie?
somebody's got to die, it could be you, it could be I, it could be the next guy i run into, no lie, but whatever, too much stress in my mind, too many voices in my head, schizophrenic, never in a panic, brains racing quickly, too much thought process, thinking about all the shit i got left, next to nothing, but it quickly goes away when i get shit bumpin, like subs in the back of the trunk, thumpin. but this is something only i can relate too, this chapters over, so i gotta move on, take two.
The third spot is Trey; no you not 1 Chris...
Fuck that i love it❤
👊🏿🇲🇽🎤
yes, i'm about to throw a nice acapella over this
I fuckin love you bro
Motikutyun anely erevi vat baner mi mtaci
Well theres no way "P-Diddy" produced this.
@@cynicalskeptic4517 He just sits in the studio and make people buy sugar cookies and Cambodian breast milk.
@@NYCeesFinest 😂😂😂😂
@@NYCeesFinestwhat can you say, it makes his day
@@NYCeesFinestLmmfaoooooooooooooff 🤣😂🤣😂
1000 like
wish someone would make an instrumental for the track "PLAYA HATER" and instead of the singing, fckn, Lay on it Big rapping and that shit would be dope af
1. Eazy E
I Have The 👑. Crips
C I roc
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I want the actual instrumental of this song. This is not actual instrumental because the instrumental is loop.
Riza
0:17
biri olmek zorunda bu aksam
bu sehirde silahsiz dolasmakla
ayni
On them tunes; you talking tough. On the streets you soft as what
this is not the actual instrumental this is looped smdh
Nathaniel WIlliamson Nah bro this is the real instrumental ... You hear different rain tunes throughout the beat ...
Shay Lyrics no. The background instrumental is looped where the tune is the straight sound like a song on the background
Is J♣️ Julius Caesar? Him name start with J...say J U L I U S... he is Julius.. I'm Trey 3♣️ real
Crips speak kiswahili...
-be Feminine/u Sweet as Cinnamon with Maple Syrup Fuck what u Heard it's What u Hearin'/i Feel Heartbeat Tearin' Tarin' up ya Soul into Pieces/take my Pedigree take Home and Study/Knowledge is Power but u Growin' Sour/i keep extra clips for Niggaz who Start Shit/u the Bitch makin' my Profit check this Prophet/im the Holy one talkin' Loud but Still got No Crowd/to follow all ya Lyrics is Borrowed/and still can't make a hit/so take a Kneel/to the King Superior u Infamous and Inferior bitch
King Tutankhamun big don't fold yall
For Tupac ( I Will Diss You ) to this instrumental...
U ight ? I know it's just rap right now LoL
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