@@rmc3728 Well.. GOD BLESS YOU TOO BROTHER ALL LOVE IN THE NAME OF THE ALMIGHTY FATHER HOLY SPIRIT AND JESUS CHRIST KEEP SPREADING THE GOOD WORD SPIRIT OVER FLESH 😇❤
HAY Am Komar Maestro from Poland I am going to record my hip-hop tracks with my brother O.S,T.R. FROM LÓDŹ becouse we are great in school like old school it s true mobb deep thank you your rap is me role!
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast The fool retaliated so I had to think fast Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day? I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing I'll do mine kid stay outta my way" It's type hard tryna survive in New York state Can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate Po po comes around and tries to relocate me Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me cause Havin' cash is highly addictive Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with I thought step back look at my life as a whole Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope Yo it's the r - a double p E - r, n - o - y - d Niggas can't fuck with me Comin' straight outta QB Pushin' an Infiniti You ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally? Definitely, to the death of me Come and test me Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma blast you My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual I'm born wit' it I'm gettin' on wit' it An' I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore A lyrical destructor Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka You know my flow, you know my stilo Even pack my gat when I go to see my PO Jump out my hooptie Pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty In case my PO try to troop me to the island And if I start wildin' Flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions But she didn't violate me, so I escaped see Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream Know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs The streets is real can't roll without steel I feel how I feel cause I was born to kill Do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal Brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son It's all about robbin' So don't be alarmed When we come through, cause we supposed to If you opposed to Get your face blown dude, off the map Cause I react, attack A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that Drug dealin' I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin' Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life Step to his business cause it's only right Po po ain't around so I grab my pound Money retaliated so I hit the ground My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga That ain't even from my town Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead And up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens I stop firin' He cut ass like a diamond Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window Call my son, "yo son we got beef But no question Money had a problem so I solved him" I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid Thinkin' of ways to take loot already made There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid Gimme yours and get laid Give up the goods and get sprayed I got lots of love, for my crew that is No love for them other crews and rival kids All them out-a-town niggas know what time it is And if they don't they need to buy a watch Word up Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt While I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless First of all slow down, you on the wrong route Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about The street life ain't nuttin' to play with No jokes no games kid For years I been doin' the same shit Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids Extortin' crack heads And stickin' up the stick-up kids
And once i retrieved the black light I changed my temperature From warm to cold hearts of stone tryna bone My thoughts til I cum with a creation To the heavens is my destination made abominations Cuz I been in bombing nation situations Kind of sick my styles slick so haters take ya pick Deliver more bullets than presents of St Nicks So enemies play ya cards carefully cuz I'm a deadly Enemies pedigrees cruising in ya mentality Who could stop me my flows atomic Causin cardiac it's a heart attack crack Open all ya vessels as I stress you enter the vestibule Who wanna test the bull? Become a valuable To the unruly underworld who rules shining like a jewel Many adversaries get the snooze you loose I drink Hendricks as my booze forever a fuse Can't put my lights out never see me living in doubt
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast The fool retaliated so I had to think fast Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day? I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing I'll do mine kid stay outta my way" It's type hard tryna survive in New York state Can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate Po po comes around and tries to relocate me Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me cause Havin' cash is highly addictive Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with I thought step back look at my life as a whole Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope Yo it's the r - a double p E - r, n - o - y - d Niggas can't fuck with me Comin' straight outta QB Pushin' an Infiniti You ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally? Definitely, to the death of me Come and test me Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma blast you My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual I'm born wit' it I'm gettin' on wit' it An' I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore A lyrical destructor Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka You know my flow, you know my stilo Even pack my gat when I go to see my PO Jump out my hooptie Pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty In case my PO try to troop me to the island And if I start wildin' Flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions But she didn't violate me, so I escaped see Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream Know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs The streets is real can't roll without steel I feel how I feel cause I was born to kill Do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal Brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son It's all about robbin' So don't be alarmed When we come through, cause we supposed to If you opposed to Get your face blown dude, off the map Cause I react, attack A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that Drug dealin' I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin' Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life Step to his business cause it's only right Po po ain't around so I grab my pound Money retaliated so I hit the ground My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga That ain't even from my town Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead And up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens I stop firin' He cut ass like a diamond Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window Call my son, "yo son we got beef But no question Money had a problem so I solved him" I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid Thinkin' of ways to take loot already made There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid Gimme yours and get laid Give up the goods and get sprayed I got lots of love, for my crew that is No love for them other crews and rival kids All them out-a-town niggas know what time it is And if they don't they need to buy a watch Word up Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt While I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless First of all slow down, you on the wrong route Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about The street life ain't nuttin' to play with No jokes no games kid For years I been doin' the same shit Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids Extortin' crack heads And stickin' up the stick-up kids
This beat is just so calming. It’s really a zone.
Q-tip killed this
This is q-tip??? Woooow no wonder
Are you thinking of "Drink away the pain?"
@@rmc3728 Well.. GOD BLESS YOU TOO BROTHER ALL LOVE IN THE NAME OF THE ALMIGHTY FATHER HOLY SPIRIT AND JESUS CHRIST KEEP SPREADING THE GOOD WORD SPIRIT OVER FLESH 😇❤
He did temperatures rising drink away the pain give up the goods one love for nas man QTIP is phenominal.
One of the greatest beats of all time
Yea, Q-Tip ironed this banger out! Brilliant!
R.I.P Prodigy from Brazil
Timeless classic.
Q tip and havoc are some of the best producers ever guy.
One of the illest instrumentals out there
Real headz boppin' ta dis.
CLASSIC hip hop
The snare
q tip on da beat man always good instrumentals
This beat has a hip hop sinister sound to it .. strictly east coast ..
Forreal it sounds sinister? Always sounded so melancholy and sad to me ha ha😂
@@theblueprint2001It sounds nowhere near sinister to me, lol
Replay it at 0.5 speed and it sounds like the opening of a classic samurai flick
When DMX heard this, he freestyled..
A laid back groove
2022 Still here 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Remember bumping this lifted in the early 2000s
Ayo queens gets the money
Hustle while guns go blast
pulled out my heat first he pulled out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is living till this day?
they looked at me and said queens niggas don’t play
@@rio_1034 they looked at me and said queens niggas dont play
love the filtered parts for the verses✌🏿
"SHIT IS NOT A GAME MAN...SHIT IS DEFINITELY REAL"
👉Esther Phillips - That's alright with me 1971👈
I guess that was the original 🤔😀
Damn dis beat will put u to sleep fr
Smooth as hell
The type of veat nas needed....
Great beat
Samples Esther Phillips’ If it’s alright with me.
Just listened to the original thanks to you.
Esther is soothing on that track from yesteryear. Cheers.
Thanks
great quality, thanks
Love dis one
Absolutely sick
J.Cole a real one for sampling this in st. tropez
J Cole used this beat on one of his albums
St Tropez! Forest Hills Drive
sick!!!
Oh,,,,,,,,,, NICE!!!!
Cheers, love!
- J
Cuz I’m born wit it , im goin on wit it, im have it till I’m fuckin dead an gone wit it
HAY Am Komar Maestro from Poland I am going to record my hip-hop tracks with my brother O.S,T.R. FROM LÓDŹ becouse we are great in school like old school it s true mobb deep thank you your rap is me role!
🔥❤
Q tip got that off
its an hard choice between this and temperature rising
Pink cookies in plastic bag getting crushed by buildings remix 'LL Cool J 14 shots to the dome.
Diallo D classic
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope
Yo it's the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck with me
Comin' straight outta QB
Pushin' an Infiniti
You ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me
Come and test me
Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born wit' it
I'm gettin' on wit' it
An' I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
A lyrical destructor
Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you know my stilo
Even pack my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my hooptie
Pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In case my PO try to troop me to the island
And if I start wildin'
Flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
But she didn't violate me, so I escaped see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
Know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya
Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs
The streets is real can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal
Brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son
It's all about robbin'
So don't be alarmed
When we come through, cause we supposed to
If you opposed to
Get your face blown dude, off the map
Cause I react, attack
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that
Drug dealin'
I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business cause it's only right
Po po ain't around so I grab my pound
Money retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead
And up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens
I stop firin'
He cut ass like a diamond
Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window
Call my son, "yo son we got beef
But no question
Money had a problem so I solved him"
I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Gimme yours and get laid
Give up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas know what time it is
And if they don't they need to buy a watch
Word up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt
While I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all slow down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nuttin' to play with
No jokes no games kid
For years I been doin' the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' crack heads
And stickin' up the stick-up kids
want to kick it every monday morning dude
💖
just realized the little cut in vocal is saying "just step" Tip is a genius
Qtip
Who the hell would thumbs this down(smh)
Leave this best on repeat!
ROLL UP AND SMOKE MY SINS AWAY, I WANNA GO TO ST TROPEZ!
need to know what instruments they be using to get them hard ass chords maaan
E-mu SP-1200 and Akai S950...that's what Q-Tip used back then.
BROOOOOOOOO :''''''''''(
On the highway to hell swerving on the lane , they say we are crazy but they dont know insane, flatbush zombies, baby give me brain
DMX PITBULL'D THIS BEAT LIKE HIS LOST FRIEND BOOMER!
Sir can I get you to email me this instrument
This is the same sample from the J.Cole- St. Tropez
This sample is from 1995, J-Cole did use it though if that was a question.
On 1:75 it sound like a cartoon game
Nice but it only stops at 4:18 leaving a 2 min delay. ☹️
ONLY USE THE INSTRUMENTAL, (LEBBANON'S ONE AND ONLY C-DIAMOND)
St tropez
And once i retrieved the black light
I changed my temperature
From warm to cold hearts of stone tryna bone
My thoughts til I cum with a creation
To the heavens is my destination made abominations
Cuz I been in bombing nation situations
Kind of sick my styles slick so haters take ya pick
Deliver more bullets than presents of St Nicks
So enemies play ya cards carefully cuz I'm a deadly
Enemies pedigrees cruising in ya mentality
Who could stop me my flows atomic
Causin cardiac it's a heart attack crack
Open all ya vessels as I stress you enter the vestibule
Who wanna test the bull? Become a valuable
To the unruly underworld who rules shining like a jewel
Many adversaries get the snooze you loose
I drink Hendricks as my booze forever a fuse
Can't put my lights out never see me living in doubt
Where the fuck is this sample from
Bruh, what’s the song by jcole. Got the same instrumentals n shit
St.Tropez 🖕🏽
Marley marl made this...
New York City Raised Me Q-Tip
The type of veat nas needed....
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
They looked at me and said "Queen's niggas don't play. Do your thing
I'll do mine kid stay outta my way"
It's type hard tryna survive in New York state
Can't stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is highly addictive
Especially when you're used to havin' money to live with
I thought step back look at my life as a whole
Ain't no love it seems the devil done stole my soul
I'm out for delfia, selfia, P's not helpin' ya
I'm tryna get this Lexus up, and plus a cellular
Yo Big Noyd! (What up cuzin'?) I can't cope
With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope
Yo it's the r - a double p
E - r, n - o - y - d
Niggas can't fuck with me
Comin' straight outta QB
Pushin' an Infiniti
You ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
Definitely, to the death of me
Come and test me
Trust me, nigga couldn't touch me if he snuff me
So bust me, you're gonna have to, cause I'mma blast you
My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
I'm born wit' it
I'm gettin' on wit' it
An' I'mma have it 'til I'm fuckin' dead and gone wit' it
Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore
A lyrical destructor
Don't make me buck ya, cause I'm a wild muthafucka
You know my flow, you know my stilo
Even pack my gat when I go to see my PO
Jump out my hooptie
Pass my gat and my lucci to my shorty
In case my PO try to troop me to the island
And if I start wildin'
Flippin' on niggas walkin' around wit' da nice gold medallions
But she didn't violate me, so I escaped see
Back to Queen's pumpin' the fiends makin' more Cream
Know what I mean? I'm a natural born hustler
Won't try to cut ya, pull out my 4 4 and bust ya
Yo babe no time for fakin' jacks
Cuz niggas who fake jacks get laid on their backs
The streets is real can't roll without steel
I feel how I feel cause I was born to kill
Do what I gotta, to eat a decent meal
Brothers is starvin', don't try to find a job son
It's all about robbin'
So don't be alarmed
When we come through, cause we supposed to
If you opposed to
Get your face blown dude, off the map
Cause I react, attack
A brother wasn't blessed with wealth so I act like that
Drug dealin'
I'm frontin on the world once I start 4-wheelin'
Cause back on the 41st side we do a ride
Sippin E & J, gettin' bent all night
Yo, who dat? I never seen him in my whole life
Step to his business cause it's only right
Po po ain't around so I grab my pound
Money retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
Can't see myself gettin' bodied by a clown-ass nigga
That ain't even from my town
Hit him up in the chest and now he's layin' me down dead
And up from under the benches I started hearin' sirens
I stop firin'
He cut ass like a diamond
Jetted to the cribpiece, what a relief
Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep out the window
Call my son, "yo son we got beef
But no question
Money had a problem so I solved him"
I got my mind on the stick-up now it's time to get paid
Thinkin' of ways to take loot already made
There's crime in the air, ain't no time to be afraid
Gimme yours and get laid
Give up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas know what time it is
And if they don't they need to buy a watch
Word up
Caught up in the cross-fire get theyself hurt
While I be sippin' gin straight in a plastic cup
On a park bench on 12th st., my whole crew's famous
You tried to bust your gat and keep it real but you nameless
First of all slow down, you on the wrong route
Let me put you on your feet and show you what's it all about
The street life ain't nuttin' to play with
No jokes no games kid
For years I been doin' the same shit
Just drinkin' liquor, doin' bids
Extortin' crack heads
And stickin' up the stick-up kids