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Man I wish bone thugs and DJ- UNEEK Could hook up one more time for an album

Uuuu exoticooooo papaaaa

Flawless instrumental without her vocals; I wish you could do instrumentals for Anita Baker next!

NIGGA #)30 YEARs BONE THUGS N HaRMONY MADe DA GamE, ReCreAtEd DA Muzyc "Real MuZYC" #100

i don’t really like using ur beats but all these niggas walking round talking bout they street ima feast n ima eat ima turn into a beast let my homie boy preach you seize not rapping like tupac but im on my knees. and i got dem new bops do you want that cheese. and, i been on welfare i get the pussy for free. n u know i don’t care i been smoking weed. and your hoe is so fair she go far as me. till the point i breathe and leave find one hoe to skeet. i just went to go get the tea just like lemonade. i’m on my jay z shit just like renegade remember people said i look like him but fuck him. i really wanna rap this passion in my heart i trust em not doing this because everybody doing it you monster . i try to love these hoes but they say ima ugly morherfucker what because i’m scary? but you still don’t wanna dare me. mind up like justin terry. i’m coming like katy perry. its largest hits but im hairy. i can’t fuck with these hoes inside the house cuz they ain’t caring. but they could bring all they hoes and these friends and follow all these trends it’s a stench for a darkskin dreadhead but that boy still get benched either that he in the pent i don’t wanna throw no fit all my diamonds to sick im lit 🔥 bitch you kick kick pout about it like a baby slick rick you ain’t got morals you just coming from a portal. demon mind im wise but i still got a way to sort you. you keep on selling pussy that’s why these niggas record you and ima keep it short so my niggas don’t escort you. they talk about me walking but nigga you know im bored to i ain’t got no wife I’m only 19 niggas see me walking thru the streets i know they don’t like me for what for no reason bitch i don’t even like cheese rats and my mice squeeze ya i like em tightly you gone have to fight me i might dese grab my nuts and bust cuz i ain’t got no trust in life it ain’t no love it’s just some lust. that’s why i can’t fuck with these hoes i beat the pussy to the crust. it’s all up in the mantle she looking like a camel and i rock these shoes now im looking like samuel. fuck these pussy niggas kevin i feel high in heaven i high up with my feather wings i know that life’s a blessing and before i go ima still make all my confessions it’s ur fault u wanted to be a boss now ur taught u hurt ur loss u think it’s all about having a bitch it’s her sauce i’m dripping flood y bloody getting money now i’m broke they say I’m ugly a rich man ain’t have it now they want em cuz he funky. you know what i say, get it filthy rich im not exquisite. midget im so poetic niggas think that i’m tripping might play me a piano i got codeine that im sipping nigga, i got packs that im flipping ya i rock ear rings egyptians. fuck the old hooks cuz i’m the nigga that you kissing french kissing i’m french dipping still tipping like mike jones nigga we still living but let’s not go way back but i’m still pimping they say this shit ain’t easy but i still get it. but im still tryna blow we can get senses and i still could take ur hoe if i didn’t hit it you mad about it then he text me all these talking bout it street guy he cant press me i was looking at ur bitch and she was hella sexy ya Trino Ya 🔥 🔥

| 24: | < #Plentyoffishinthesea > ~ Artist; Jack Moss ft. Jaxx Moxx _ [Could have been worse…] {Verse I - Jack Moss} • Looking in your pupils like a neutral • You’re as beautiful as they do come • You’re gunna’ do some and you’re youthful • And am not too dumb to be truthful • I would never hit you with some co** and bu** • Doing you should be impossible • But, your boyfriend hitting me is stoppable • And that’s why us isn’t plausible • I wanna’ take you out to view the skyline • Just to look at the lights in the nighttime • Watching a flight fly-by • And start kissing the 24 bye bye • Holding you down on a daily-basis • Wearing those joggers the navy-greyest • Someone tell me where the gravy-train is • You are one of my saving-graces (Shhh…) {Verse II - Jaxx Moxx} • You’re leading me on to infatuation • Imagining you at your graduation (Yeah…) • Ripping my heart out through amputation • Putting me in a position of strangulation • Head above water but, I can’t breathe • Plenty of fish in the sea but, you’re catchy • Even in the times that you’re a**y • I kinda’ l*v* it when you’re angry • There aren’t any problems with your attitude • I also kinda’ l*v* it when you’re laughing too • Taking jokes to a magnitude • In-amongst your l*v*r whilst he’s passing d**bs • This high has to have me slow-down • Music in the background on low-sound • With me, you would never be sold-out • But, I guess your man has got the know-how _ ^ ©️ Jack Stephen Moss + Jaxx Stexxen Moxx

The best! Love the video of El Debarge on piano❤️

I have this in CD Quality

Now this is 21st century West Coast rap music. Rest in Paradise, Nipsey!

0:01 when grandma visits

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Bro can you do this for Window by Tyler the Creator

This is so underrated

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I felt Daz was a better beat maker than Dre

I just woke up this morning with the song in my mind and now I'm writing over this beat. Did you got copy strike, or is there any licence issues? I didn't find anything but maybe I just don't know where to search for it 😅

Hurt M Badd did the singing on this

Thank you🔥

I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends (sucka-ass) That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker West side, Bad Boy killers (take money, take money) You know who the realest is, niggas, we bring it to you (take money) That's aight (Take money) First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggas fucked for life Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace I let them niggas know it's on for life Don't let the Westside ride tonight (haha) Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit em' up Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is (take money) I don't even know why I'm on this track (take money) Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'ma let my little homies ride on you (take money) Bitch made-ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it (hey, yo, yo, hold the fuck up, yo) Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps Little accident murderers and I ain't never heard of ya Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga With the ready power tuckin' my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Ya clout petty sour, I push packages every hour, hit 'em up Grab ya Glocks when you see Tupac Call the cops when you see Tupac, uh Who shot me? But ya punks didn't finish Now ya 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, we hit em' up Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas gettin' killed with ya mouths open Tryna come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin' Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high, niggas think they learned to fly But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die Talkin' 'bout you gettin' money but it's funny to me All you niggas livin' bummy why you fuckin' with me? I'm a self-made millionaire Thug livin' outta prison, pistols in the air Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house? Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Now I'm 'bout to set the record straight With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit 'em up I'm from N-E-W Jers' Where plenty murders occurs No points or commas, we bring drama to all you herbs Now go check the scenario Little Ceas', I'll bring you fake G's to your knees Coppin' pleas in de Janeiro Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up? Get your little Junior Whopper clique smoked up What the fuck, is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my clique lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped And all your fake ass East Coast props Brainstormed and locked You's a beat biter A Pac style taker I'll tell you to your face you ain't shit but a faker Softer than Alizé with a chaser About to get murdered for the paper E.D.I Mean approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be known We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin' No need for hopin', it's a battle lost I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off Nigga, I hit 'em up Now you tell me who won I see them, they run (hahaha) They don't wanna see us (take money) Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique Dressing up trying to be us (take money) How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money) We millionaires Killin' ain't fair but somebody gotta do it (take money) Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna fuck with us? You little young-ass motherfuckers (take money) Don't one of you niggas got sickle cell or something? (Take money) You fucking with me Nigga, you fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (take money) You better back the fuck up 'fore you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama Fuck you and your motherfuckin' mama We gon' kill all you motherfuckers Now when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion Well this is how we gon' do this Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck Biggie Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label and as a motherfuckin' crew And if you want to be down with Bad Bo, then fuck you too Chino XL, fuck you too All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, take money) All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker My .44 make sure all y'all kids don't grow You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We motherfuckin' Thug Life riders, Westside 'til we die Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya We'll bomb on you motherfuckers, we do our job You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob Ain't nothin' but killers and the real niggas All you motherfuckers feel us Our shits go triple and 4-quadruple (Take money) You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got Guns in they motherfuckers belts You know how it is when we drop records, they felt You niggas can't feel it, we the realest Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killers (we killers)

The best

3:01-3:03… so heavenly.

smoking a fat one bumpin dis 🍃🔥💣 production is out of dis world props for uploading 💯

Hey my man i know u r fuxxxx busy but one day when u have time it would be dope if u can do that track "Change to come" from Gang Related soundtrack

Tupac so cute 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

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Been looking for this beat for ages. Only ever heard the 2001 version until now.

Magnificent ❤❤❤

E 1999 and art of war. Dj uneek was a freakin genius..the beats foe those two albums were unreal perfectly blended with their sound too..

[Intro: 2Pac] (Sucka-ass) I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat mothafucka! (Take money) Westside, Bad Boy killas (Take money) (You know) You know who the realest is (Take money) Niggas, we bring it too That's a'ight, haha (Take money) Haha [Verse 1: 2Pac] First off, fuck yo' bitch and the clique you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A., some mark-ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace! I'll let them niggas know it's on for life Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Hahaha) Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know [Chorus: 2Pac] See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up! (Yeah) [Interlude: 2Pac] Check this out (Take money) You motherfuckers know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track (Take money) Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'ma let my lil' homies ride on you bitch-made ass (Take money) Bad Ay ay ayo hold the fuck up Boy bitches, feel it! (Take money) [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Your clout petty/sour, I push packages every hour; I hit 'em up! [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, we hit 'em up! [Verse 3: 2Pac] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin' Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high Niggas think they learned to fly But they burn, mothafucka, you deserve to die Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me All you niggas livin' bummy while you fuckin' with me I'm a self-made millionaire Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (Haha) Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house? Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mothafucka, I hit 'em up! [Verse 4: Kadafi] I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs Now go check the scenario: Little Cease I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up? Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck, is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked [Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean] You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker Softer than Alizé with a chaser 'Bout to get murdered for the paper E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with Lil' Caesar in a choke Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be knowin' We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin' No need for hopin', it's a battle lost I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off Nigga, I hit 'em up! [Outro: 2Pac] Now you tell me who won I see them, they run, hahahaha They don't wanna see us (Take money) Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us (Take money) How the fuck they gonna be the mob When we always on our job? (Take money) We millionaires Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it (Take money) Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, huh, you wanna fuck with us? (Take money) You little young-ass mothafuckas (Take money) Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'? (Take money) You're fuckin' with me, nigga You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (Take money) You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it! But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama Fuck you and yo' motherfuckin' mama! We gon' kill all you motherfuckers! Now, when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion Well, this is how we gonna do this: Fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie! Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfuckin' crew! And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too! Chino XL, fuck you too! All you motherfuckers, fuck you too! (Take money, take money) All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow! Motherfucker, my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow! You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We motherfuckin' Thug Life ridas Westside 'til we die! Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya We'll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job! You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob! Ain't nothin' but killas And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple (Take money) You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckas belts You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt You niggas can't feel it, we the realest Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killas!

Title should be renamed "2Pac - Hit 'Em Up (Official Instrumental) (Dirty)", cause i can still Tupac swearing😄

You should upload this with the verse. Acoustic version.

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My homies love the East Coast lyrical reason I love em all But this track by Uneek killer

If you get the chance, could you make an instrumental of “Family Problems” by Royal Flush?

whoop from NZ This go hard in the hood. MIGHTY BAY 2 BAY.

Pac is a legend and legend never die Epic instrumental

2Pac Time To Get My Drink On Instrumental would Be Fire🔥

Thank you so much this is the only correct one

Bloody redrum redrum redrum

Piano is what makes it for me

Greatest tupac song in history

Ain't Mad At Cha" (feat. Danny Boy Steward) Change, shit I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggas to get up out the hood Shit, I'm wit 'cha I ain't mad at 'cha Got nothin' but love for ya, do your thing, boy Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while I'mma send this one out for y'all, know what I mean? Cause I ain't mad at 'cha Heard y'all tearin' up shit out there, kickin' up dust Givin' a motherfuck Yeah, niggas Cause I ain't mad at 'cha [2Pac:] Now we was once two niggas of the same kind Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line You was just a little smaller but you still rolled Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll 'member when you had a Jheri Curl didn't quite learn On the block, wit'cha Glock, trippin' off sherm Collect calls to the crib, sayin' how you've changed Oh you's a Muslim now? No more dope game Heard you might be comin' home, just got bail Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail It seems I lost my little homie, he's a changed man Hit the pen and now no sinnin' is the game plan When I talk about money all you see is the struggle When I tell you I'm livin' large you tell me it's trouble Congratulations on the wedding, I hope your wife know She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshittin' I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on Now the whole shit's changed and we don't even kick it Got a big money scheme and you ain't even with it Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker that Go toe to toe when it's time to roll you got a brother's back And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin' at 'cha You tryin' hard to maintain, then go ahead Cause I ain't mad at 'cha (Hmm, I ain't mad at 'cha) [Danny Boy (2Pac):] I ain't - mad - at 'cha (I ain't mad at 'cha) I ain't - mad - at 'cha [2Pac:] We used to be like distant cousins Fightin', playin' dozens, whole neighborhood buzzin' Knowin' that we wasn't Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs I'm gettin' blitzed and I reminisce on all the times we shared Besides, bumpin' 'n grindin' wasn't nothin' on our mind In time we'd learned to live a life of crime Rewind us back to a time was much too young to know I caught a felony lovin' the way the guns blow And even though we separated, you said that you'd wait Don't give nobody no coochie while I'll be locked up state I kiss my momma, goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived Don't shed a tear, cause momma I ain't happy here I blew trial, no more smiles for a couple years They got me goin' mad I'm knockin' busters on they backs, in my cell, thinkin' "Hell, I know one day I'll be back" As soon as I touch down I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin' at 'cha Cause you's a down ass bitch and I ain't mad at 'cha [Danny Boy (2Pac):] I ain't - mad - at 'cha (I ain't mad at 'cha) I ain't - mad - at 'cha (a true down ass bitch and I ain't mad at 'cha) [2Pac:] Well guess who's movin' up, this nigga's ballin' now Bitches be callin' to get it, hookers keep fallin' down He went from nothing to lots, ten carats to rock Went from a nobody nigga to the big man on the block He's Mr. Local-Celebrity, addicted to movin' ki's Most hated by enemies, escape in the luxury See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made Now we gotta slay you while you faded, in the younger days So full of pain while the weapons blaze Gettin' so high off that bomb hopin' we make it, to the better days Cause crime pays and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze You'll feel the fire from the niggas in my younger days So many changed on me, so many tried to plot That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop? 'Til God return me to my essence Cause even as an adolescent, I refuse to be a convalescent So many questions and they ask me if I'm still down I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now? They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin' at 'cha You niggas just don't know, but I ain't mad at 'cha [Danny Boy (2Pac):] I ain't - mad - at 'cha (I ain't mad at 'cha) I ain't - mad - at 'cha (Hell nah I ain't mad at 'cha) I ain't - mad - at 'cha (And I ain't mad at 'cha) I ain't - mad - at 'cha (I ain't mad at 'cha) I ain't - mad - at 'cha I ain't - mad - at 'cha Escucha "I Ain't Mad At Ch…" en Amazon Music Unlimited (ad) Writer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Etterlene Jordan, Danny Boy Steward AZLyrics ## 2Pac Lyrics album: "All Eyez On Me" (1996)

No way. This sounds perfect. This is my fav song of all time btw

Beautiful

the bass is so good

Pac should’ve used this beat man.

Definitely in their top 5

I like this shit