Bro you’ve lost your mind…..Respect to Bigg,but man you dissing L like that is crazy…BIGGIE himself would have told you to chill out……..Goofy💪🏾 L was an assassin dude….And Biggie was no exception
Puff Daddy's album was ruined by Puff Daddy. It would have been an undisputed classic, if only he wasn't featured on it. But still, this is one of the greatest beats ever
Thank you!!! Couldn't remember who else killed this beat. Only heard the Big-Ls version before, so this sounded wrong somehow, good, but not as liit as Big-Ls.
I Remember This One - Instru-Mental - Young Gangsta's - Diddy Feat Kelly Price The Notorious B.I.G. & Shawn Corey Carter JAY-Z [Produced By Rashad Smith] [Year: 1997] [Album: Puff Daddy & The Family: No Way Out]
Damn it feel good to see people up on it Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it My brain is haunted, with mean dreams GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit in my circumference, mad bitches, with mad lucci Bulletproof vestes under they coochie Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggas represent Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin' bent And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me While you still killin' niggas with punany, like heiny and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke Got lawyers watchin' lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it Them country niggas call me Frank White I'm squirtin' off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight Sunrise open my eyes no surprise Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs With all the utensils, who hang my china thing She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rental The situation ain't accidental What? From a, from a young G's perspective What? From a, from a young G's perspective
Man, it feels great to see Christians up on it Preach two sheets every week without them warring There’s no ignoring, the sweet pleas El-Shaddai, the holy Jedi, Supreme Being who brings us babies to safety daily, fellers wanna bait me If they slay me, then lay me in the ground - do not cremate me Listen, my spiritual contact knocks the hearts flat like one-bed suites that get them cosy, I’m tea and toastie Ever so homely - strong neighbours to conversate with, be it sports, divorce or entertainment or what’s on the station - stay patient - in layman’s terms the Bible states in James to let our debates be in occasion For the backbiters, and vampires who bit me on the skin and went to win some empires I’m reading from the first chapter of Titus which advises that we must put to silence, any man who shows vices like a sinus And I just, hand-close, unpack my soul while angels sending angels so I don’t fold Check it, my inside brothers call me James Bond I talk the talk, open doors, discourse, I know my game’s strong God’s light opens my mind, I’m aligned Like tides that are clear, my sight is purified While Christ is glorified, all my peers labelled queer with nobody deferential, His power in them is mental The revelation isn’t accidental
Multiplicamos oportunidades que se nos dan No era bueno en algebra, hoy mirame ma Solo cuento con amigos que saben lo que es real Puedo oler la hipocresía desde metros atrás Tenemos conexiones que ayudan si lo ocupamos Redes diferentes, no oyen lo que escuchamos Hay paranoia pero no confundan con miedo Mas vale prevenir que hacer maletas para el cielo Mi suelo, loseta de buena mano de obra Abrigos importados de europa, la Macedonia Llamadas con lenguajes que nunca entenderás El dinero habla por mi, idioma universal Buenos muchachos que fueron criados en el calor Cuando tu mueres de sed yo vivo de mi sudor El talento no importa si no paga tus impuestos La maña es la que gana y engaña los contratiempos Gente que te chupa cuando ganas, los detesto A Brady lo comprendo, lo apreciaron hasta el sexto Si yo busco un anillo no va a ser de compromiso Ya estoy comprometido con el juego, rap-oncesto No hay escuela que enseñe el estilo que traigo a la mesa Ni con una putiza se les queda en la cabeza Que al mas grande de todos ahora lo estan escuchando Escépticos hacen muy mal en seguirme dudando
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instru-Mental213 - Young Gangsta's - Diddy Feat The Notorious B.I.G. Shawn Corey Carter JAY-Z & Kelly Price [Produced By Rashad Smith] [Year: 1997] [Album: Puff Daddy & The Family: No Way Out]
Tingling emerged outside of my frail body making clatter, peeled eyes revealed a thief making a quick speech to wise guys so my bed creaked from anxious laughter/ Quick alert for those with the ski masks and raggedy shirts, tragedy was where my mind went first so I tried to make the dash but my ears perked from the “pitter patter”/ My life wasn’t the only thing that faded, that quick smirk morphed to a frown bigger than the portions that lurked inside King Henry’s bladder/ A game without a forfeit, it felt like the enemies had rounds nearly at the number of infinity, it was their daily activities but I only prefer shooting when dice is laid inside my palm about to be scattered/ That might be the fate of the place I hold epiphanies, had to let my little theories go and find a spot, turned instantly to beat the arms of the clock, I wrestled with my last minutes against those blasters/ Those low dirty bastards whose woes remain murky but I suppose every day has its dogs that must be reminded of the true master, but now I’m plastered in a body fully froze as flashes of all my fighting comes to an end, another torn page in my chapter/ Sharp as a thorn, those that had the vests adorned but softness kind of arose after I realized men their age don’t blossom in the sunshine/ Their hearts are seeds that got deprived, got sprayed in the wrong way and many lives are reduced to little Caspers
Young G's - Will Kill Verse One: I am one of the greatest i rap like shit but i made you listen for a bit this is so legit i am a gangster so i gotta shank yeah i kill beat's like this packing heat ill skilled and ready to kill will kill's cause will is ill and chill now bitch pay the bill's made a hundred mill by chillin' like a vilian robbing sevy's wit mcmillian killing the instrumental going mental in a rental cruising down the street in my 6 4 hit the door and clap this is a rap stuck in a trap , ill,
Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] (Man! I'm back man!) Uhh, check it out, uhh I steps in, where the Mo's and the hoes at, baby? Fuck all that pretty shit Taking it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers Niggas know the deal Niggas know who the Don is Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Peep game, uhh, what, what, what Verse 1: Puff Daddy] Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars (yeah) We built in radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop (haha) Are we gonna stop? Shit man, if my squad go broke Your squad oughta choke Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre (uh-huh) Through hard work I earn the vault Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt (yeah) Got nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches and rings (c'mon) Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things (that's right) Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake (uh-uh) When you all fucked up, and can't get no break (uh-huh) When your fake ass friends don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it (uh) Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all asking for hits (yeah) Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known We still fly but separately 'cause now I charter my own (c'mon) Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all 'em playa haters jealous Billboard charts should tell us (yeah) They can't touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus? Because release date's bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Yo yo cmon y’all (Flipmode) Wooh (Flipmode) Gonna be the shit cmon! Muthafucker ass niggeros nigga haten Cmon! [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Damn, it feel good to see people up on it (uh) Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it (uh-huh) My brain is haunted, with mean dreams GSs with BBs on it, supreme schemes To get richer than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit In my circumference, mad bitches with mad lucci Bulletproof vestses under they Coogi's Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigger niggas represent Driving dirty in J-30s gettin' bent (uh-huh) And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me While you still killin' niggas with punani, like heiny And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds of choke (uh-huh) Got lawyers watching lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it Them country niggas call me Frank White I'm squirtin' often in my loft, of course I know my shit's tight Sunrise, open my eyes, no surprise Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs With all the utensils, who hang my china thing She half-black, half-oriental, eighty-six, she got me rental The situation ain't accidental What? From a, from a young G's perspective, uhh Verse 4: Poetiz] Yo I smoke bitches who try to fuck me 8-inches so wicked Getcha ya whole neck undrifted Dipped You faggot asses be slippin I kill a fucka because he was on That shit Sayin I was “trippin” Heh Stop frontin ain’t nothin Push a persons button Ya ass won’t be afraid on something I how we do is New York City I keep it real on the streets Us 3 don’t fuck wit the real G’s on a mans ol feet- Ye Bad Boy Entertainment, Ya realest Ugliest Most on that shit Ight-? Ya if ya don’t know well now ya know nigga-....
My Favorite Instrumental
Big L forever owns this beat. Respectfully. No one will ever do better than that.
Sorry but biggies verse itself is bigger then big L’s song on this beat
Bro you’ve lost your mind…..Respect to Bigg,but man you dissing L like that is crazy…BIGGIE himself would have told you to chill out……..Goofy💪🏾 L was an assassin dude….And Biggie was no exception
They killed both chill guys
Word!!! @@nigelcohen2661
How do you know nobody could do better on the beat on the song
I know not everyone loved this album but the beats were straight fire
Puff Daddy's album was ruined by Puff Daddy. It would have been an undisputed classic, if only he wasn't featured on it. But still, this is one of the greatest beats ever
This track 🔥
@@georgeb9561I agree Puff shouldn't be on this he shoulda let Ma$e or Rob get down on this
Intense vibraphone playing sampled with a hip-hop drum machine:Priceless‼
Now this is my kind of elevator music lmao
I WISH THERE WAS A VERSION OF THIS WITH JUST KELLY PRICE SINGING ON IT
U can accomplish that by loading both versions up on your interface (i.e. protools) with a little drag n drop cut & paste
@@josegate7009
He's right
PERFECT VIBE 🔊🎧🔥
big l completely killed this instrumental
what song was that?
@@denziinoo "Day One" by D.I.T.C. -- Big L rips it.
BIggie too
Thank you!!! Couldn't remember who else killed this beat. Only heard the Big-Ls version before, so this sounded wrong somehow, good, but not as liit as Big-Ls.
I Remember This One - Instru-Mental - Young Gangsta's - Diddy Feat Kelly Price The Notorious B.I.G. & Shawn Corey Carter JAY-Z [Produced By Rashad Smith] [Year: 1997] [Album: Puff Daddy & The Family: No Way Out]
i listen to this when im doing school work it makes me think :D
I listen it when I walk threw the crowed hall :D
Incredible beat
This beat is sick
quality 100%
Damn it feel good to see people up on it
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it
My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer
than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference, mad bitches, with mad lucci
Bulletproof vestes under they coochie
Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggas represent
Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin' bent
And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies
I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin' niggas with punany, like heiny
and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke
Got lawyers watchin' lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
Them country niggas call me Frank White
I'm squirtin' off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight
Sunrise open my eyes no surprise
Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rental
The situation ain't accidental
What? From a, from a young G's perspective
What? From a, from a young G's perspective
Bro you are pretty good you should rap I think
@@schoolboylore9794 That's biggies verse on this song :D
@@eelikontola435 I know bro I was joking lmao
@@schoolboylore9794 i can rap this part. :)
Rashad Ringo Smith! Brooklyns own amazing producer
one of the smoothest beats in hip hop history
Man, it feels great to see Christians up on it
Preach two sheets every week without them warring
There’s no ignoring, the sweet pleas
El-Shaddai, the holy Jedi, Supreme Being
who brings us babies to safety daily, fellers wanna bait me
If they slay me, then lay me in the ground - do not cremate me
Listen, my spiritual contact knocks the hearts flat
like one-bed suites that get them cosy, I’m tea and toastie
Ever so homely - strong neighbours
to conversate with, be it sports, divorce or entertainment
or what’s on the station - stay patient - in layman’s terms
the Bible states in James to let our debates be in occasion
For the backbiters, and vampires
who bit me on the skin and went to win some empires
I’m reading from the first chapter of Titus which advises
that we must put to silence, any man who shows vices like a sinus
And I just, hand-close, unpack my soul
while angels sending angels so I don’t fold
Check it, my inside brothers call me James Bond
I talk the talk, open doors, discourse, I know my game’s strong
God’s light opens my mind, I’m aligned
Like tides that are clear, my sight is purified
While Christ is glorified, all my peers labelled queer
with nobody deferential, His power in them is mental
The revelation isn’t accidental
Multiplicamos oportunidades que se nos dan
No era bueno en algebra, hoy mirame ma
Solo cuento con amigos que saben lo que es real
Puedo oler la hipocresía desde metros atrás
Tenemos conexiones que ayudan si lo ocupamos
Redes diferentes, no oyen lo que escuchamos
Hay paranoia pero no confundan con miedo
Mas vale prevenir que hacer maletas para el cielo
Mi suelo, loseta de buena mano de obra
Abrigos importados de europa, la Macedonia
Llamadas con lenguajes que nunca entenderás
El dinero habla por mi, idioma universal
Buenos muchachos que fueron criados en el calor
Cuando tu mueres de sed yo vivo de mi sudor
El talento no importa si no paga tus impuestos
La maña es la que gana y engaña los contratiempos
Gente que te chupa cuando ganas, los detesto
A Brady lo comprendo, lo apreciaron hasta el sexto
Si yo busco un anillo no va a ser de compromiso
Ya estoy comprometido con el juego, rap-oncesto
No hay escuela que enseñe el estilo que traigo a la mesa
Ni con una putiza se les queda en la cabeza
Que al mas grande de todos ahora lo estan escuchando
Escépticos hacen muy mal en seguirme dudando
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instru-Mental213 - Young Gangsta's - Diddy Feat The Notorious B.I.G. Shawn Corey Carter JAY-Z & Kelly Price [Produced By Rashad Smith] [Year: 1997] [Album: Puff Daddy & The Family: No Way Out]
beats fire
K'mon y'all let's git it wit' da rhyme exquiziteness! Luv readin' dat shit.
Contains a sample from On The Hill by Oliver Sain courtesy of Abet Records.
If i do something i do it right no halfassin practice never ends for me i stay sharpening my sword figuratively speakin
on this beat: Big L > Biggie > Juice (wake up show)
🔥
Tingling emerged outside of my frail body making clatter, peeled eyes revealed a thief making a quick speech to wise guys so my bed creaked from anxious laughter/ Quick alert for those with the ski masks and raggedy shirts, tragedy was where my mind went first so I tried to make the dash but my ears perked from the “pitter patter”/ My life wasn’t the only thing that faded, that quick smirk morphed to a frown bigger than the portions that lurked inside King Henry’s bladder/ A game without a forfeit, it felt like the enemies had rounds nearly at the number of infinity, it was their daily activities but I only prefer shooting when dice is laid inside my palm about to be scattered/ That might be the fate of the place I hold epiphanies, had to let my little theories go and find a spot, turned instantly to beat the arms of the clock, I wrestled with my last minutes against those blasters/ Those low dirty bastards whose woes remain murky but I suppose every day has its dogs that must be reminded of the true master, but now I’m plastered in a body fully froze as flashes of all my fighting comes to an end, another torn page in my chapter/ Sharp as a thorn, those that had the vests adorned but softness kind of arose after I realized men their age don’t blossom in the sunshine/ Their hearts are seeds that got deprived, got sprayed in the wrong way and many lives are reduced to little Caspers
Figures somebody that don't know a crazy beat when they hear one would say something like that 💯😂
#hiphop
Big facts.
Only nice cats can freak this. Lyrical flaws are exposed by fly beats like this 🤔
Hotel lobby ass beat (it’s fire tho)
Wat up Diddy
Young G's - Will Kill
Verse One:
I am one of the greatest i rap like shit but i made you listen for a bit this is so legit i am a gangster so i gotta shank yeah i kill beat's like this packing heat ill skilled and ready to kill will kill's cause will is ill and chill now bitch pay the bill's made a hundred mill by chillin' like a vilian robbing sevy's wit mcmillian killing the instrumental going mental in a rental cruising down the street in my 6 4 hit the door and clap this is a rap stuck in a trap , ill,
Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
(Man! I'm back man!)
Uhh, check it out, uhh
I steps in, where the Mo's and the hoes at, baby?
Fuck all that pretty shit
Taking it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what, what
Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars (yeah)
We built in radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop (haha)
Are we gonna stop? Shit man, if my squad go broke
Your squad oughta choke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show
Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre (uh-huh)
Through hard work I earn the vault
Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt (yeah)
Got nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches and rings (c'mon)
Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things (that's right)
Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake (uh-uh)
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break (uh-huh)
When your fake ass friends don't help you out when you need it
Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it (uh)
Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit
That's what I did, now they all asking for hits (yeah)
Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known
We still fly but separately 'cause now I charter my own (c'mon)
Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all 'em playa haters jealous
Billboard charts should tell us (yeah)
They can't touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus?
Because release date's bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers
Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Yo yo cmon y’all
(Flipmode)
Wooh
(Flipmode)
Gonna be the shit cmon!
Muthafucker ass niggeros nigga haten
Cmon!
[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Damn, it feel good to see people up on it (uh)
Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it (uh-huh)
My brain is haunted, with mean dreams
GSs with BBs on it, supreme schemes
To get richer than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me
If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
In my circumference, mad bitches with mad lucci
Bulletproof vestses under they Coogi's
Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigger niggas represent
Driving dirty in J-30s gettin' bent (uh-huh)
And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis
I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me
While you still killin' niggas with punani, like heiny
And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus
While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds of choke (uh-huh)
Got lawyers watching lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it
Them country niggas call me Frank White
I'm squirtin' often in my loft, of course I know my shit's tight
Sunrise, open my eyes, no surprise
Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs
With all the utensils, who hang my china thing
She half-black, half-oriental, eighty-six, she got me rental
The situation ain't accidental
What? From a, from a young G's perspective, uhh
Verse 4: Poetiz]
Yo I smoke bitches who try to fuck me 8-inches so wicked
Getcha ya whole neck undrifted
Dipped
You faggot asses be slippin
I kill a fucka because he was on
That shit
Sayin I was “trippin”
Heh
Stop frontin ain’t nothin
Push a persons button
Ya ass won’t be afraid on something
I how we do is New York City
I keep it real on the streets
Us 3 don’t fuck wit the real G’s on a mans ol feet-
Ye Bad Boy Entertainment,
Ya realest
Ugliest
Most on that shit Ight-?
Ya if ya don’t know well now ya know nigga-....