Aaaaaayyyyy!!! I be free styling off this..fire!!!!

Heatmakerz and Jones killed this 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Check it on the streets i move cheese like a wizard what you know about snow i direct the blizzaed from the jungles of columbia where its hot and heavy I be moving the currents in the sky I live for this shit I cant die my words immortal now check my technique as i pull of this feat I could wash all that drug money and make the sin go away Im ballin in my home court thats queens new york now shout out to broolyn and the boogie down bronx where wolves and lions are r3ady to pounce but this tiger from queens in his eye is that gleam mad dreams of insane cream i got me a pasture i out pr3ach th3 pastor my words they reach God and he shows me the way to love

Future look brighter now that ivw found higher Cause I been tryna spark the flint To understand the lighter Sometimes stare inside the flames And try to feel the fire Like the first time heard ye I was really thru the wire

If anybody that want to freestyle this beat right now I got money and I will spaz out on yo ass .

Take a peak through my eyes Ain't nothing nice Earn your dues Pay the price Scouse state of mind

I listen to this to get motivated to make moves...defeats the sluggish

I bust it out like zoom automatic like boom 💥 when I gets yo busy I gets so pissy at these fools who think I'ma lose but they sadly mistaken I'ma bring home tha bacon 🥓 it's the truth I got rhymes that prove my flavor gets in ya so that you can move navigate thru the land as the stereo goes booma booma boom boom

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - NYCMVP516 - Back Again - Laron James Juelz Santana Feat Lil Razah [Produced By The Platinum Heatmakerz Television] [Year: 2003] [Album: From Me To U] [Official Music Video]

30 years later it is underrated lol but still🔥

Def jam fight for NY

I pull up to the shop, knowing that I have no chance, To not surrender to this drug thats got me in a trance Hypnotized by an addicts mind, im impulsive like a fiend a martyr in service to a plant that’s green, Im not talking weed, this shits an opiate I’m actin the dopiest in a sleep walkin routine Widling down my nerves till there numb, 3 years ago it begun, now life is no longer fun I set a new standard of what I need to exist, Like a rat in a cage on a morphine drip, I keep upping my dose, my brain needs to maintain this expensive habit while my moneys going down the drain Withdrawing from my friends, these withdrawals never end chemically imbalanced payin back the debt the drug lends

for them

Beat is sad and stunning at the same thing ...Premo!!!

Musikang ginagawa, Teka muna langhiya Nagsulputan mga rapper, Tumagos sa kabila Ang dami nyo ng bumubutas, Bat hirap kang tumugma, Mga piniling salita bakit hindi mo manguya, Dun ka nakakahiya, ang lakas mong magyabang, Bawat linyang binuga, Walang lasa at matabang

Verse Balik sa 90s na bagsakan, Yun daw kinakalawang, Yang ang sabe ng mga Makabago nagbabangaan, Sa langaran, Nangkaramihan ay tinutularan, Sa eksena nagpabago sa inyong nilalakaran, Droga babae lagi ang tema, Pati yung marijuana at bote nasa mesa, Pati yung tableta, may lason galing sa reseta, Pangunahin na sangrap para Maganda daw sa tenga

Masterpiece! Use on the song gorgeous from the new snoop album missionary

flippin packs from scratch, my main mission to get the cash, I’ve got an itch just like a rash, my trigger finger slipped up on the Mack, go back to get the gat, quick let it blast , body left stiff in a ditch with his head detached, the nights, are cold and trife, to hold your own your fighting for your life, always watch your back for your own niggas knife, too many snakes in the street it’s all fake, niggas rattin to the jakes, and we’re shooting up their wakes, no time to contemplate, I’m tryna use my fame to make positive change, but niggas too quick to blame, tryna rob me for my chains. that’s why I keep the ting I’m ready to let the strap sing, rip the bullets feel the sting, the beautiful sensation of burning, if you haven’t felt the pain of a blade you can’t relate, niggas tryna put you on a plate, that’s why I teach lessons of fate, in my raps I’m always stressing, got weapons in the war room, and if you threaten, I’ll floor you, which crew tessin if they’re truly bullet proof, the goons rushed through to the roof, me and J made our way up, to buck, kick down the door, the gat was stuck, we was fucked,  that’s when I, backed my blade, and hacked his face, we dumped the body in the lake, take a vacation to avoid the fed chase, now listen here, I paint a picture, Crystal clear, the saint the scriptures this my year I make your bitches dissapear,

Saints row 2

RIGHTTTT!

😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

O amarelo na bandeira representa a fome E tu verás que o filho teu não foge a luta

Dang, I'm still jammin' to this in 2024!

Premo*TANK TYPE SHIT******ROLLIN*💯

0:15

Rappers

Beat Starts at 0:21

Doesn't quite match the verses... but 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

fajne

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - New York City Most Valuable Player 516 - I Am Dame Dash - America Nu Network Damon Dash Feat Cam'ron Giles & Joseph Guillermo Jones II Jim Jones [Produced By Justin Gregory Smith DJ JustBlaze] [Year: 2002] [Album: Dame Dash Presents: Paid In Full Dream Team] [Hosted By DJ Clue] [Official Music Video]

Reason for life! You nailed this bro.

Nas would go crazy on this

Murdergram brought me 😑 4:20

Sua imagem divina me olhou com desprezo

This song to Nas, was what ‘Ill Street Blues’ was to Kool G Rap.

🔥

Love it, can you do more dipset instrumentals?

NOT REALLY A FAN OF I'M A MAN OF THE MAN OF HANDS UP OR HAND CUFF MADE MY BEAD RIGHT IT'S ONLY RIGHT I MAN UP DEMAND WHAT THESE HANDS BRA GOTTA BETTER CHANCE OF YA MAN'S PACKING A HANDGUN HANG SOME PLACES WHERE PLACES WHERE REAL MEN HUNG NAMES RUNG ON THE STRENGTH OF YOU BEING MY MAN'S BRUH ONLY TIME I SIT WHEN SIDE-SEATED EYES BEAMING HIGH OF LIFE STREET DREAMING BRO CODE ON TEN TOES IF YOU SAY SO HOPEFULLY HE REALLY MEAN IT THE REALEST REASON FOR BEING IS THE REFUSAL OF JUST BEING OFF EXPERIENCE I'M LIVING EVERY LETTER TO IT'S MEANING I MEAN IT I MEAN IT'S THE MEANEST THE MEANING FORREST FROM THE TREES NOW SEEING WHY MOM BEEN TRYING TO GET ME TO SEE IT NOW I KNOW THE MEANING LEARN TO MODE THEN BECOME THE MEAN UP THE LATTER TO SUCCESS BY ANY MEANS WHATEVER IT MEANS TILL I FIND OUT THE DRIVE WILL BE THE MEANS BY ALL MEAN AMEEN SURAH RAKAAT SALAM OUT THICKER BLOOD STAINED FROM BELIEVING BLOOD THICKER I'M NIEMIC WRIST FROST BIT COLD WORLD WINTERS ALL SEASON WELL SEASONED JAIL PRESERVED SUP O.G. GREETED SUFFERED NO NEED FOR GRIEVING PEACE AND BLESSINGS SEASON'S GREETINGS DIDN'T MANIFEST WHO I ONCE WAS SURVIVED WHAT I BECAME WHAT LIES BENEATH AROSE FROM THE PAIN PICTURE PERFECT NAH PICTURE A PERSON ONLY BEING WORSHIPPED IF HIS DESCRIPTION AS PURE AS THE SNOW IS THERE'S NO END KNOWING IS INFINITE MAR ALWAYS IN SOME ISH GET INTO IT TIL I ENTERED IN THE HIGHEST LION DEN LYING WHEN THEY'RE EYEING HIM HATERS CHIMING IN DENYING IT TILL SHE'S TIRED OF CRYING SAYING ALRIGHT THEN ALL NIGHT SININ DAYLIGHT SAVINGS SAYING PRAYERS PRAYING FOR THEY'RE PREYING ON MY SURVIVAL HOPING I DON'T MAKE IT HOME F EM FEED EM COLD BEANS ITCH LEAVE BE GONE BARREL SNEEZE WIPE THE NOSE WITH HIS TEE HOP IN THE VEHICLE GET GOING LIFE'S A MOTION PICTURE GET THE PICTURE DON'T READ THE SCRIPTURES WRONG I NEED THIS PEN TO BLEED FLEE THE SCENE SPARK SOME TREES GET LOW SCENE AT THE PARK HEARD IT BARK DIDN'T SEE WHO DROPPED HEARD FROM OCK WHO GOT POPPED GOT KNOCKED WHY THEY GOT GOT EITHER GUNNING FOR POCKET WATCHING NEVER FOR HOLDING FORT HOLDING COURT OVER TWAT COCK BLOCKING COPS WATCHING JOHNNY TENTED SQUADA WORD FROM TOP SHOTTA WE OPP SQUATTING BAG FOR A BAG TOE TAG FOR PROFIT WHAT'S POPPING KITCHEN KLEAN BIG BACKING NO CAPPING ON SHINE'S GLASSES GROOVY CHEWED TWO CHEWABLES TOKEN LUCIES FEW CUTIES TRYNA GROUP EM FOR THE NIGHT RECRUITING SPURS TAKE IT DOWN MELLOWED OUT OUTTA TOWN RECOUPING REFUSING WE'RE LOOSING TOO MUCH REMOVING WHO AIN'T TOUGH TOO MANY MEN DOWN TO BE MAN DOWNED MAN UP MAN WHAT TOLD MY MAN'S BRUH CHILL BRUH FOR REAL BRUH HE HAD ENOUGH SEE HIS HANDS UP NOT TO PROTECT ONLY PROJECT HE'S NOT MAN ENOUGH DUFFLE BAGS AND DRUGS HAND IT OVER HAD EM HANGING OVER THE BALCONY TILL SHE HAND IT OVER WAS HIGH NOW SOBER SHORTY STOPPED HIM FROM LOOKING OVER HIS SHOULDERS SHOULD'VE LISTEN TO HIS MISTRESS ABOUT HAVING THESE NIGGAS COMING OVER BITCHES HE WITH LIKE THE ONE WITH HER TITS ON MY SHOULDERS INTUITION COULD'VE BEEN YET HIS PRIDE WHY HIS LIFE IS OVER

Who else hears the 'Yeah yeah' at the start?

This beat 🔥🔥🔥🔥

🎉

2024 And still one of the best instrumentals ever.... Fuego ❤️‍🔥

Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up, " the MAC spit Lead was hitting niggas, one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck" Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm living where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just Arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas

0:09

Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up, " the MAC spit Lead was hitting niggas, one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck" Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm living where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just Arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas

Primo the 🐐

In this outwest state of mind Don't asking me if Im doing Find Im after mines and yours Lud bitch its Turbo

One thing that made this song so iconic is that one piano key

Dipset was da movement I listen too dem all thur high school #dipsetmania#

dance the boogie? dance the boogie!