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for the real ones 😎

Best gangsta beat in hip hop

probably the most iconic beat in hip hop

HIS REAL NAME IS CLARENCE

“NOW EVERYBODY FROM THE 313, PUT YO MF HANDS AND FOLLOW ME”

maybe first time I have to agree with mainstream opinion: this beat is just the illest

I don’t care what anyone says, this beat is better than Still D.R.E

Resumen Letras Escuchar Word up son, word Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billers (Yo, I got the phone thing, know I'm sayin'? Keep your eyes open) For real- who ain't got no feelings (No doubt, son, keep your eyes open) (I got this, I got this) (Just watch my back, I got your front, yo) Check it out now (Word up, say it to them real-, check this out it's a murda) I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers The Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware Of my crime family who got 'nough shots to share For all of those, who wanna profile and pose Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone You all alone in these streets, cousin Every man for they self in this land we be gunning And keep them shook crews running, like they supposed to They come around but they never come close to I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place (yo, who that?) Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up (who that right there? I don't know, son) With bullet holes and such (we gon' get 'em though) Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched (you see him? Aight) You can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathing Your simple words just don't move me, you're minor, we're major You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player Don't make me have to call your name out Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold Another- deceased, another story gets told It ain't nothing really, ayo Dun, spark the Philly So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked- Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure Meanwhile back in Queens the realness and foundation If I die, I couldn't choose a better location When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation Getting closer to God in a tight situation Now, take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Son, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look Living the live that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds (funds) Some brothers get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook one For every rhyme I write it's twenty-five to life Yo, it's a must, in gats we trust, safeguarding my life Ain't no time for hesitation, that only leads to incarceration You don't know me, there's no relation Queensbridge and we don't play, I don't got time For your petty thinking mind, son, I'm bigger than those Claiming that you pack heat but you're scared to hold And once the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome Thirteen years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid? You talk a good one but you don't want it Sometimes I wonder, "Do I deserve to live Or am I gonna burn in Hell for all the things I did?" No time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts Front if you want, kid, lay on your back I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line Criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling Get that loot, kid, you know my function (function) 'Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal And once I get on I'ma put on all my people (yo, yo) React quick, spit lyrics like MACs, I hit your dome up When I roll up, don't be caught sleeping 'cause I'm creeping Son, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look, they shook (he just a shook one) 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look, they shook (We live the life that of diamonds) 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Living the live that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds (funds) Some brothas get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook one Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) To all the villains and a hundred dollar billers To real brothers who ain't got no feelings, yeah The whole Bridge, Queens get the money 41st side, keepin' it real, you know Queens get the money It ain't nothin', son, it's all good You know I'm sayin? Uh, they know where we at

Now everybody from the 313 put your hand up and follow me😂😂

“To all my killas and my hunnid dolla billaz”

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NOW EVERYBODY FROM THE 313 PUT YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HANDS UP AND FOLLOW ME! -Eminem

Costafield my whole neighborhood. Sea urchins lurking to despise all my good looks. Real books for real truth despite the zechariah fools. Damn... might yankee out my inner treasure proof. Too stooley to make it out with a missing tooth. Stylah shout out to Mangere and Manurewa too. SLAY.LEVR my sinisting top two.

This shiii so raw

Now everybody from the 313…

Everybody from the 313

"Now everybody from 313"

"now every one from the 313 put ur mf hands up and follow me!"

On s'essaie sur des classiques c'est pas si facile Ta meuf jla vois elle astique un mec sans racine Même quand j'procrastine jle fais mieux que toi Ferme ta gueule s'il te plaît c'est le meilleur des cas École pas encore fini mais ça fume déjà sa vie Jprevois des choses comme un certain Attali Quelque peu apolitisé donc j'sens leurs traquenard Bicot j'ai le nez J'ai la chance de Larry la vitesse de Barry mais la flemme de Bernie C'est le combo perdant je me rend plus lent Zamal m'asservis passe le bonjour à ta fille Le ouswes m'assourdit comme salope la nuit Pas encore de gova mais jme déplace comme si Tu rêves de Pattaya ou des petites qui y 'habite J'crois pas au reptiliens ni aux annunaki J'attend les inside job pour dire que je l'avais prédit Faire preuve de sagesse je voudrais bien Mais a force de smoke la zaza Walma ressent rien J'parle de moi a la troisième personne car je suis quelqu'un Bois tellement de rince cochon qu'en oublie le lendemain Certains vivent la vie rapide moi je veux la vie tranquille Loin de la péniche et entouré de mes marmots Dès que j'y pense putain qu'est ce que c'est beau Pour être heureux dans la vie pas besoin de beau abdos Fils spirituel de ce bon crackdile, Face à ce kamer très peu sont de taille T'entend les crépitement sur le barbecue j'les ai immolé J'aime balancer des logique comme Limsa d'Aulney Le travail jle débute a 6h du sbah Dans ma ville y a des dep et quelques loubards Mon ted se fera sur unabomber Leurs seul religion c'est le Saint dollars Elle buvait mon mesper comme un doux nectar Je capte les bourbiers même quand sont dans l'noir

codigo 313 el mío 395 subiendo al cielo solo con pequeños brincos Lock and stock muero y mato por los míos Me tiran y matarían por rapear conmigo No soy eminem mucho menos soy de mobb depp Déjate de mierdas no me van los rollos cursis Vuelvo y meto en el noventa al puro estilo rooney Caminando por el filo de un cuchillo taramundi Shook ones fuera de la realidad Te tiro carnaza si haces rap para posar Boom bap barras pa tu paladar Nos hablan de la crem y nosotros somos caviar No hay nada más que hablar soy el CEO del rap Consigo lo que quiero pero no sé ni cantar Tengo un ángel de la guarda que se llama tupac Yo quiero ver un walkman esperando en el altar Mas chulo que fifty mas guapo que adonis Te hablo de mi taxi si digo que vienen ovnis Das vergüenza ajena deja ya de hacer el toli Tú intentando igualarme y yo comiendo raviolis solo soy un camarero que en su tiempo libre canta O al menos lo intenta escribiendo hasta las tantas No vayas de tonta y mira bien por dónde andas Que si me pongo te tragas mis palabras hasta la garganta mira mi mente y verás lo que es sintaxis Empece por diversión esa es toda mi praxis Denúnciame por escribir barras in fraganti Que tú pides barras a siri o las buscas en safari

[ ] Coming in like a mouse uno me I font really have a spouse always having a crown cut I'm da king of the crop always having a glock never running out if stock using onomatopoeia on a niggas head grrrrrr pop pop but I need to start praying cuzco das what we here for comparing me nd da rich there will always be poor now let me get this straight I'm rich in da heart And if a yat cheats on me ma heart will never be apart cuz I'm cold hearted I will never be the same again depends if Allah wants me to be wid him and if a ute comes at me he will get fucked in chin and get dashed in da bin and if you lying you'll get a dirty crin to da lim

NOW EVERYBODY FROM THE 313 PUT UR MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP AND FOLLOW ME

For some odd reason I think of the 8 mile rap battle instead of the original song when I hear this

Cand eram mai mic, stiam un baiat Ioan Prima lui grija era sa faca un miliard Era cel mai tare din cartier la vandut De cand era mic, vindea marfa la Club O minte corupta, de droguri si femei Visa noaptea, numai droguri si lei Baiatul, nu avea un tata Tasu a plecat in strainate si la lasat balta Masa lucra la un market, si era greu Mergea la scoala cu adidasi rupti si fara un leu Ce sa faci? Asta l-a împins la mai mult Si baieti in cartier l au educat oricum Se uita la baietii mai mari Si in sufletul lui chiar ii admira Ioan era foarte atras, de chestii materiale Droguri curve si miliarde Si baietii , l au prostit I au zis ca la furat si vandut O sa faca ce si a dorit Ioan, nu a stat pe ganduri A vrut sa se dovedească in fata la cei mari Intr-o seara, statea pe afara Fuma un chistoc in anturaj Cand , pe strada trecea Un baiat simplu cu un lant de aur care-i atarna La gat, si atunci baietii i au zis Uite Ioane prima victima aici Primeste un briceag, de la cel mai mare Si il impinge de la spate Ioan sa repezit cu briceagu la baiatul simplu “Da mi lantu fututi mortii matii acum, sau iti fac un buzunar la gat” Ioan sa rastit mai tare, ii trage lantu de aur si fuge prin parcare Cel care a fost talharit, îl urmărește Dar Ioan scapa, si ranjeste Dupa ii cauta pe baietii mari, sa se laude cu captura Il baga la amanet, si face cinste in cartier Acum e mai mafiot si el

*NOW EVERYBODY FROM THE 313, PUT YOUR MOTHERF*CKING HANDS UP AND FOLLOW ME!*

NOW EVERBODY FROM THE 313 PUT YOUR MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS U PAND FOLLOW ME🔥🔥🥶🥶

Main protagonist aura.

"he claiming o didn't say shit..... ok, so look, you have my location. Bring you're big assy way.

Said if you grew up near mizzou Throw those hands 1 2 I see you want to get groovy so just pardon my mood I’ll slap them stupid like there momma over family feud I’ve grown accustom to those birds and how they flew huh F- true or false Keep turning through lies, d-- b--you look lost F- your crocs and those crocs, see I run with alligators D- see these vapor filled lungs running pacers to paper And if you step in the way then you’re in danger I see they’re really not sh- without there caters And that they’re not worth a charge I just need my family acres But I roll with Minotaurs we came to step on that satire

“Everybody from the 313!…”

How was Havoc still a teenager when he made this?😭😭🙏🔥🔥🔥

Greatness.

Yankees playing this before first pitch is always so cold. Can’t wait for October in the Bronx

This shit slaps harder than Bradley Martyn 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Slaps

Now everyone from the 3-1-3 put your mother fucking hands up and follow me.

This is the 8 mil song Eminem song

Moon . 4 &cash jinn

0:09

Wow

you better back the fuck up before you get smacked the fuck up seriously mobb deep are a fire duo

I pray to the Lord Thank the Lord for da Mentorship I'm no gentleman 5 star veteran But Gurl So Elegant A Savage Not Testing shit High intelligence Could of lost my Twin My Gurl like a present and a blessing in the presentence She is not settling Not victim Just decadence Could of lost her to Arrest Not checkin Shook when I'm thinking how it could of went How it could been Another Soul lost to da elements Thank God it wasn't scheduled yet Last message that I ever left All the fells know how it could of been Know that best part of it was knowing that I had moment of some excellence Just another piece art or a Testament You a father Or A husband Just imagine telling ya kids momma left She ain't coming home but Home is where Heart is Hold ya Tears for a min let me Flow when I'm done telling you the Rest of it . You da man of ya House Now you the leader of the fellowship

Admit it you need to revisit you forth focus Turned a curve my flow lordosis in short notice Only made your style more hopeless Melonopus hoping on tracks to stay away from being retrogress But keep my style unknown I’m roadless you’ll find it hard to decode us Like making snoop go smokeless Tryna to provoke us that’s bogus Left you with the Ill diagnosis Give you that hypnosis did you notice we the closest dogs to being ferocious While you cats atrocious Let me be your hostess slinging flying lotus Thrown us to the highest bonus Might claim myself as becoming apotheosis Progression what drove us, higher To cook up tracks hotter then deep fryers To me all comp is like freeze dryers These writers stuck in the box Jeep drivers cut the 3 wires a freight off the bridge turned to deep divers Marine fighters to say the least they can’t reach fires I use audiopium to inspire Then catch up to the mainstream And let the train steam Wake up surprised from a strange dream That may seem like my style is now the main theme You hear what I’m saying G Sparked this faster then my minds connectivity Like using telepathy I sit back and just let it be Like fully cooking in ecstasy What’s next to see I’m heavenly with the correction Steez Wrap it up with a couple of peas Then slip on to the next track like grease I’ve been a beast and hear to stay until I’m deceased

"Last year i made bail so fast my soup was still warm when i got home"

❤❤❤❤90

This song reminds me of the hotdog guy song from shenmue?

This is the chillest and coldest beat in hip hop history.

this made me walk 8 miles

i can make old ppl mad with this