Hell on earth was the best collection of beats on 1 album I've ever heard in my life

surpurb jus heard it and it's a vibe of Beauty 💯

REST IN PEACE TO THE GREATEST SOULFUL PRODUCER IN HIP HOP

Can’t beat the classics !!

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Gooooot daayyummm this is somrhing i can write ✍🏾 too

10/5/2024 🔥🫡

One time one time Alright look yo I murder the pussy in a burgundy hoodie return to be shook after I’m just burning this kush weed I look out after the blunt and the herb while you mush mouth rappers stay stumbling words you stuck with your verse and you really wanna battle me when we rumbling first and the homie that’s a casualty bumble bees buzzing please get your mind right cause I could spit against nine mikes that’s five Mike Jordan’s two Mike Jackson’s one Mike Tyson one Vick what’s happening got nice rapping spit ice like Alaskans so cold that you might need a jacket bitch ass has bins never made it happen imma grow up and be rich like haspin hah music joke and I’m hardly laughing I’ll leave your crew silent like Charlie Chaplin yeah Imma drop on spot you got you gotta top if you bitches just mock shit coming on that top tip it’s wild bill rubber grip smoking tropics running back through got me coming on that hot shit imma clock my stock I gotta watch it these cops tryna knock my spot they can’t stop it bitches get flipped for they buttter and bread I got that double pump shotty right under the bed yeah shits official and I ain’t gone miss you just hit back whatevers after that that’s another issue weed and hasheesh smoking like a gat piece minds on my money got me working on my- skip the beat fast fast or skip past I can see it in your face you ain’t even gotta ask yeah spitting them facts so fast you can’t see shit and I keep on hustling dedicated to the weed bricks I d-i-s dribute with intent dollar at your face like a end of a sentence so how you gonna have a life time rap Career coming on this shit talking bout you was trafficking you fake bitches gonna see it in the end my end see bigger faces the fake shit is just pretend and if you hate it come face us you ain’t a friend and i been ten men just like a damn stretch bends yo fall off i put you back in the game back frack if you act and stay packed in the strange yeah so imma set it off let it off Yo get em i got em i hit ‘em i get em again get em and i got em i hit ‘em with them and there friends get em i got em i said imma stop then no problem from a crime city like Gotham Batman and robin can’t stop him no way ask the cops imma problem ok yeah from the dice that’s the green and the white and i beat up a mic when im meat and i bite yeah lyrically i just ski on the mic huh tell them bitches they can eat what they like yeah swag up now I’m taking a bow I’m laying you out with some haze and a smile got monkey bars like a playground and hoes from Pittsburgh down to a town bet they house on me pull your cash out imma all star and i smash mouths yeah partner partner the game is on put your lighters up make sure the flames is strong see a i call girls moms but i hate there moms till I’m running through they head like your favourite song hah McCains wrong fuck John McCain but Sarah pailmens get the bombest brains pain is love but loves a drug and have your girl in the tub like rub a dub ask anybody heard I’m dirty but y’all is gay like Bertin errdy so I’m just chilling and i really got the scholar skills let me pass the mic the man right dollar bill

Toutes mes réussites sont des coïncidence, Je change de vinyle aujourd’hui il y a personne qui danse, Si je part personne voudra prendre ma place ça restera un post vacant, La vie me fait parfois penser que la mort serait mes première vacances, Tu te remet encore en question chaque semaine, Car tu te rend compte qu’en faite ta vie c’est grave d’la merde, Situation de vie facile issu de classe moyenne, J’ai pas à me plaindre mais mon égoïsme me veut que j’le fasse quand même, Quand je parle sa sonne creux je vie ma vie en acoustique, Maintenant je veux que les gens m’évites j’imite des réflexes autistique, J’embrouille les mauvaises personnes prêt à devenir une statistiques, Le sexe manque je pourrais jouir en me faisant sucer par un moustique

Dope ❤

“What up cousin” 👀😂😂😂👍🏾💪🏾

1984 baby. Them days was the SHIIIIIIITTTTT

I just want to know who are the 634 musically illiterate who gave this instrumental a Thumbs down???

Still got this single on CD from when it was released back when they still made CD Maxi Singles. Great memory. Thanks for sharing.

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I think this version is better than the one in the album. 🔥

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Both versions go hard

I hear Prodigy and Havoc all over this

Easy Mo Bee is incredible

Mobb Deep always had the hardest beats

I’m just realizing that J. Cole samples this in St. Tropez 😮‍💨

Salute Willie Hutch ✌️

I remember my dad used to play this in the car when I was about eight, my parents just got divorced and he was always listening to this song now I think about it. This song is very nostalgic. I love old-school rap I was born in the wrong generation for music

Abandoned building in the hood type shit. Museum in the hood type shit.

wonder why this got officially released when its just a loop of the outro. seems like a bootleg. it isnt even sequence correctly

Silent Hill vibes

Bitch niggaz ima introduce ya to some hard ghetto rap shit Aha, Yall wanna brag by dumped cunt you fuckin? Yall nuthin but a bitch See? Bitch, ive been Years ln thu grind, It brings me the thought, Its my time Dreamin n hopin, For thu day i get the riches, n fuck me thu best booty bitches, Just like Christ so by now just straight duck I roll like a fiend on these prime black Benzo runnin engine, Fuckin around cus niggaz gangsta shit forever supreme Bum ass niggaz on parole, playin domino, Just like faggot-ass Geronimo, Meanin mo creame So my ghetto moves always legit to gs Anyways, im comin up Fool, you thought it was all lies, Til ya feel ya bitch on my dick, Suckin off, without a condom on But its armageddon until then, you can tell Sucka, live it to the fullest even when you fucked Im thu don, I ball, until my enemies die These niggaz hopin thu streets neva influenced by me, Since retaliation, These niggaz freaks cryin These leak just gets me high My ass neva bout what the fuck you fools sayin For me gotta be like dat Clubs n parlay, Cus i only wanna get paid n get laid, Hoes hatin on my mindstate Nobody will do shit for the projects, Victims livin Just for few crumbs So the system play their asses like these cats dead Still, i got my money piled, makin many amounts, Frequentin spots, Where hot bitches that want diamonds, It reminds me thu time, Tricks used ta floss by, To denied me, Now ima high degree muthafucka How could ever these fools reply me? I would neva trust any hoe, Thats for lame suckas though, Either they plot against my shit, I got me mo dough, Nigga, Im straight dope Give up the woods Fool i got plenty though Neva step back, To broke hoes i fucked Kill me few niggaz, Cus some niggaz want dat ass n ima always be like that, Gotta hate these faggots n those broads uptown sippin moet, After that Nigga Moo might be feelin straight, Tryin ta zoom Feelin the effects, Cus repercussions in the hood, I used ta rat-pack dat ass like rat-tat-tat, So i step back, so i can clap dat nigga skully asscheecks once again They considered me nuthin but a street nigguh talkin dat cheap shit But at the same time filthy hoodrats wanna suck it deep, Cus my ghetto talk Just ta lay off thu real shit, n stay fly around my grip Got fools stuck by guerrilla kills, While they thinkin thats it Niggas closed to thu exit, They foul, they should sell their own asses, Sometimes i wonder if my dick could give um mad skills Ima remain stuck in ya brains, Just like those mcs who wanted ta rap battle against me, Few words of street knowledge, Courtesy to no niggaz disrespectin thu gang's pledge Even nigga Creek n Meeky focus on thu edge No love for homies that pass through They all loose in the booth Terror to lost souls, I just be kickin ass like dat Crooked hoes with bad looks ass sold Cus few strokes, unfoldin in the zone like tokes, So their ass sold, Tryin ta hook You wake up like you trampled by my troops, Nigga, Tell ya bitch, ima a classic Now expect thu next threat Evil thoughts unlocked Whole World be a paradox, Even if these nigguhz wanna duck murder, They get killed soon as they clocked It got me thinkin but bitches ass to fuck Worlwide fucked up now Nah stupid ass nigga, I wouldnt give a fuck either Give up the woods Fool i got plenty though Neva step back, To broke hoes i fucked Kill me few niggaz, Cus some niggaz want dat ass

Eminem got his style from this

Lo puedo utilizar me lo vendes o ne lo obsequia te doy creditos Somos new age nos interesa esa pieza

Damn, what’s that sample on the hook? Ik I’ve heard it somewhere

Rip cm dam

Why is this version different from the beat used in the actual song?

Oooh Yessss! Flow time Show tyme!

Havoc created this from head to toe, credits and courtesies aside.

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Eu olho te nos olhos E digo quantas vezes tive Na espada e a parede Mas eu sempre sobrevivo Como um beep Meu rap é mais pesado do que um jipe Cheio de gordos almoçados e xerifes Com bigodinho mem á patife Fazem nos manos stripe tease E ficam tesos sem hashishe Panucas e sem guitos Rucas bem bombados e mufinos Nem sequer 20 vinte deles aguentam Com o grande xico fininho xico esperto Xico chique Xico lopes Sempre limpo E Nao tocado tipo que sou um pergaminho tou com dreds que eu confio samurais de abc Com o samu e uns quantos mais Somos fodidos pelo o que vi Nunca pelo cu só nas damas De inimigos Sempre segui jesus Mas gosto de porrada e avacalho Panda kung foo Fat skill pa caralho Vegeta e son goku O meu irmão e este gajo Melhor fusão do mundo Quando se juntam todo o mal Vai abaixo Como putas no caralho Ou cabeças no tibete sobre Disparo Nunca nas trincheiras Na linha mais á frente Debaixo da ponta da espingarda Até me cheirar me a cano quente Aí encandeia fasho mem Depois vejo Sangue á frente A vitória é pa nos meus putos Que giram com cachuchos Maiores que aneis de saturno E pa aqueles cujo turno é diurno Po trabalho ou submundo Só mem pa subir no mundo A montanhas e ver frutos Tipo panda kung foo Nah nao queremos é ser putos Pragados e sem futuro Nao é preciso 1 primeira classe Pa tu dares volta ao mundo Seja na bola ou no bules

FUKK those adlibs! Spoils the whole damn instrumental!

I remember playing Espn nfl 2k5 for the first time and being blown away, i was hurt that there wouldnt be a sequel, 2k5 will always be the #1 sports game IMO.

I produced it AYATOLLAH🎼🔊🎵👑

Q-Boros Finest! Rest In Power Prodigy ✌& ❤

Listen to that grit and the imperfections..Thats why we love this shit!!

Even the static in the background was on beat..

Yo nahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit out A rainy day laid up thinkin' sittin' gettin' bent Watchin' old seventy flicks, mind's on the slouch Back on the couch, heard the phone ring It was a shorty from uptown I met back day, long time no hear from No doubt long time no see I heard you had a seed a baby girl and now she three Whats up wit that cat, you know who your baby pops Slung rocks up top then heard he got knocked He home? Fuck dat nigga I'm on my own Matter fact got my own crib, plus I'm all alone Word? The bitch is bad; chill son she got me tempted Reminiscing the fatty, jumped in the ride I rented Fresh Timbs, Mecca dice well presented Sippin E & J straight, was bent when I entered Gave her a hug, stared her straight into her mug She ain't she's a bitch, she back then and now its bugged Turned the VCR on, "Friday, " my favorite flick Its hard for me to drink Alize (no doubt) I take a sip Got into convo, how you been over the years? Neglected, stressed out, and living in fear Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true I'm not talkin about him, another dude Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him (word?) Matter fact you saw him, downstairs you walked by him Now thinks it's a setup, could it be or maybe not She said dont sweat it he dont got the top lock Tried to play it cool, but in my head shorty's wildin Using me to get the next nigga jealous called up the fellas Ty Nitty line was busy so I beeped Gotti, Gotti was With Trip and two other grimees, The Twinz Let me begin then explain I'm at this bitch crib and I think she got me framed Stuck without a gat, now prepared for combat Gave the address, told my son there's more cats Be here in a second, big gats no half steppin They flippin on me talkin bout I never learn my lesson I laughed an additional hit them with the math Hung up the jack, while shorty soaked in the bath Played the living room, dozed off for a second When I woke up shorty was standing ass naked Make moves, all this bullshit pussy better be good Stepped to the room, threw off my Champion hood, slow motion All arm bent off the potion Shorty went down and had a nigga wide open It was over laid up in the cut I heard a thump, jumped up threw on my boxers Yo, what the fuck? All of a sudden I saw this black motherfucker with this big ass gat And two other motherfuckers with black masks (what the fuck?) Clutching duct tape no escape Tied me up, smacked me all in my face Shorty wasn't even screamin', looked up saw 'em schemin' "Yeah, yeah, we got this nigga now, we got this" All bloodied up, shook the fuck up Held for ransom, they yelled, "We got the bones!" Smiled, then started dancin' The phone rung it was my son, let them know they had me hostage Threw me on the phone said, "Son don't worry son, we got this" Regardless what the outcome, of this bullshit Take a nigga word - don't never go see a bitch, word Fuente: LyricFind Autores de la canción: Albert Johnson / Kejuan Waliek Muchita Letra de More Trife Life © Universal Music Publishing Group Genius genius.com Mobb Deep - More Trife Life Lyrics More Trife Life Lyrics: Yo / Pussy will bring you in this motherfucker ... When did Mobb Deep release “More Trife Life”? Who wrote “More Trife Life” by ... Letras de canciones www.letras.com MORE TRIFE LIFE - Mobb Deep More Trife Life. Mobb Deep. Opciones. A rainy day layed up thinkin. Sitting gettin bent. Watchin old seventy flicks. Minds on the slouch. Back on the couch Genius genius.com Mobb Deep - Trife Life Lyrics Queensbridge rap duo Mobb Deep bring tales about their “trife life” chronicling the trials and tribulations of life in the hood with vivid storytelling and ... AZLyrics www.azlyrics.com Mobb Deep - More Trife Life Lyrics Mobb Deep "More Trife Life": Yo.. knahmsayin? Yeah she'll take you out too kid Take this shit

Never in my life heard this version.... this is INCREDIBLE. I thought the album version was dope... this is straight CRACK MUSIC 🙌😎💯

"SOME SHIESTY NEW YORK NGs, HUNGRY FOR CHEDDAR" 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

This beat is too freaking hard yo....... Gotta be one of the hardest ever made

For Ashanti