This video tag screams " Son of Gorge"! 👊😎 ( Humpty was the George Clinton of Gen X)

Always like RZA best on this track better than puffy..

What a groove!! Beatkeeper! ;-)

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I use This and Natural Born Killaz instrumental to get motivated to workout...and I'm a 64 yr old white dude ;-) Great job Beatkeeper!

and when I come through BABY BABY DON'T CRY

This beat is groovy and at the same time kinda emotional for me.

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - TheBeatKeeper - Dollaz & Sense - David Blake DJ Quik [Produced By David Blake DJ Quik] [Year: 1995] [Album: Safe + Sound] [Official Music Video]

The Queen still bringing us together

I needed this sooo fucking much 🔥

I’m sampling this 😎

Love it!!! Warm greetings from Malawi!!!

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The first one🔥🎵

Want this mix‘s sample!

**Bitchez ain’t shit (intro)-punisher look I don’t give a fuck your gonna need more than luck, more than Jesus, when church come through with the two piece, it’s kill all your neices, crips get, baptised in blood, we dice em up, what don’t give a fuck about any crew, who are you, we’re the devil in the priests clothes, you man are just some hoes, Step on my toes I’ll break your nose (hook)-pun+Leon+Tj+ks bitches ain’t shit but hoes a tricks, fuck all your clicks we break necks like sticks, bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks, church road where the shit, come test it quick (Verse 1)-leon Bitches Aint Shit I Stand On That If you got cheese, of course you got rats Disrespecting niggas, thats how you whacked (Censor) And (Censor) Both got their shit splat I can walk round lackin, cos pun keep a gat I can flex ona apps, cos shiro keep a strap Long Live AJ, Got shot in his back Niggas too wack to walk down, face first Eyeing his chain, i gotta hit his face first RIP Swavy, he had a money thirst Make it to the top, dont get put ina hearse Thats my plan, dont get put on a shirt paper is paper, money is money Dont be suprised if i pull up on ya honey Sending ya bitch to scout, thats funny Hiding in ya den, jus like buggs bunny I work in the shadows, I hate when its sunny Ya mind on hoes, my mind is money money money "How Could You Trust A Hoe?" I Dont Only thing I trust is bros and cash flow When Im in the stu dont disturb my rap flow I put a switch on my glock 4 0 Told kaido he dont want toe to toe Forever 15, thats how this life goes** **(Hook) bitches ain’t shit but hoes a tricks, fuck all your clicks we break necks like sticks, bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks, church road where the shit, come test it quick (Verse 2:SHIRO) aye, yooo, KS back on dis ting ygm, ai I be going down these roads its cold but i didnt have any haze no, funny how these opps tryna match my flow so many man gettin put on death row, howd u think i made it out ask my guy how its been doe this is a game of make dough or get blown hell no gotta love life until it gets brimmed with downflow, spin the block and get flocked no hockey stick just a remmy while im sippin on henny nothin too heavy,bag these hoes make them notes its not hard it js how life goes, get dipped or get stripped but my buds already been shipped yk its top tier when im already equipped. see life can get hard on the streets tryna make money but all u have is receipts but yk its time to start making those sheetz and yk its time to stay on repeat, lifes like a game of stakes yu either roll with the snakes or roll with the snowflakes, but you never know when the time comes to overtake, i spent hours sitting by a lake, so yu would never know what it takes** @everyone bitchez ain’t shit by CRS/ ice city boyz

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Bitchez ain’t shit (intro)-punisher look I don’t give a fuck your gonna need more than luck, more than Jesus, when church come through with the two piece, it’s kill all your neices, crips get, baptised in blood, we dice em up, what don’t give a fuck about any crew, who are you, we’re the devil in the priests clothes, you man are just some hoes, Step on my toes I’ll break your nose (hook)-pun+Leon+Tj bitches ain’t shit but hoes a tricks, fuck all your clicks we break necks like sticks, bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks, church road where the shit, come test it quick (Verse 1)-leon Bitches Aint Shit I Stand On That If you got cheese, of course you got rats Disrespecting niggas, thats how you whacked (Censor) And (Censor) Both got their shit splat I can walk round lackin, cos pun keep a gat I can flex ona apps, cos shiro keep a strap Long Live AJ, Got shot in his back Niggas too wack to walk down, face first Eyeing his chain, i gotta hit his face first RIP Swavy, he had a money thirst Make it to the top, dont get put ina hearse Thats my plan, dont get put on a shirt paper is paper, money is money Dont be suprised if i pull up on ya honey Sending ya bitch to scout, thats funny Hiding in ya den, jus like buggs bunny I work in the shadows, I hate when its sunny Ya mind on hoes, my mind is money money money "How Could You Trust A Hoe?" I Dont Only thing I trust is bros and cash flow When Im in the stu dont disturb my rap flow I put a switch on my glock 4 0 Told kaido he dont want toe to toe Forever 15, thats how this life goes

Duh duh duh duh duh duh let duh boyz be boyz❤😊

To you cowards, pussies and punks, Feel me like the wrath of Jordan, Goin' up for a dunk, With a bass full of funk, Pop my trunk, On these bustas, who can you trust, Just me myself and eye, And this weed I puff til I get high, Marked from the sky, Ask the Lord why, why I was born to die, Guess I was made braveheart, From the very start, Build many empires only to rip a apart, Feelin' like ninja Caesar, please believe tha, Flows is bound to bury ya, new menace of this era, Bringing terror, watch ya dome as I prepare for tha, Casket I make it drastic, and when I die, at least ten others going with me in plastics, That's the life of a boss playa, hustled deep in this game as a major, Went to cellulars to pagers, found wisdom as a teenager, Marxist muthafuckas get ready to die, Turn up the heat until I fry, Lord gave me this will, To let my fruits multiply, We putting up Malcolm numbers, Ever since I woke the from slumbers, Momma couldn't take the pain, Cuz of too much madness, Imprinted in my brain, Walking the bloody path like Jesus, Please believe us, We quick to bust, so keep it on the hush, ya wind pipes, Or vocal chords, take heeds to the words that's I sew, immortal, The lieutenant general, Of this notorious death row,

Can we get Mr MuckFuckin eXquire Black Mirror Instrumental prod by Madlib- #TheBeatKeeper, when u get. A chance🤔

Talking bout the ghetto Funky funky ghetto Trying to survive Trying to stay alive... Even though the streets are bumpy Lights burned out Dope friends die with a Pipe in their mouth Old school buddies not doing it right Every day it's the same and it's just same every night I wouldn't shoot you bro But I'd shoot that fool If he played me close And tried to test my cool Every day I wonder Just how I'll die Only thing I know Is how to survive There's only one rule in the real world And that's take care of you Only you and yours Keep dealin' with the hard times day after day Might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay Black man tryin' to break in my house again Thought he got off the dope doing time in the pen Even though my brothers do me just like that I get a lot of love so I'm givin' it back To the ghetto... ..... So just peep the game and don't call it crap Cause to me Life is one hard rap Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine She was 9 months pregnant Ain't nothing changed 600 milion on a football team And her baby died just like a dope friend The story I tell is so incomplete 5 kids in the house No food to eat Don't look at me And don't ask me why Mama's next door Gettin' high Even though she's got 5 mouths to feed She rather spend her money on a H I T I always tell the truth about things like this I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list Instead of adding to the task force Send some help Waiting on him I'd better help myself Housing authority and the OPD All these guns just to handle me In the ghetto... .... Even though they put us down And call us animals We make real big banks And buy brand new clothes Drive fancy cars Make love to stars Never really saying just Who we are We use alias names Like Too Short Sell you stuff you might kill for Young kids grow up And that's all they know Didn't teach him in school Now he's slangin dope Only thing he knows is how to survive But will he kill another brother Before he dies In the Ghetto You keep one eye open All day long just Hopin' and hopin' You can pay your bills And not drink too much Then the problems in life You'll be throwin' up Like me But you don't see 10 years from now Where will you be ... ..... So much game in the Too Short rap Can't be white And white's can't be black Why you wanna act like someone else All you gotta do is just Be yourself We're all the same colour Underneath Short dog's in the house You better listen to me Never be ashamed of what you are Proud to be black Stand tall and hard Even though some people give you no respect Be intelligent When you put them in check Cause when you're ignorant You get treated that way And when they throw you in jail You got nothing to say So if you don't listen It's not my fault I'll be gettin' payed And you'll be payin' the cost Sitting in the jailhouse Running your mouth While me and my people try to get out.. ....

Listen to this almost daily in 2024 🔥

Timeless beat! 🙌🏽

RBX went in hard on that track! 👊🏾🔥😎

I been looking for this send 1998 just this is so dop...

Never has an acoustic guitar ever matched the vibe of the song lyrics so perfectly,so melancholy yet denotes dealing with an impossible situation and keeping your head up

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I'ma drop a freestyle on this throwback beat. Hope you like. Fuck whoever talk shit..... 1st verse: Once again making an entrance so grandly profound stompin' through leaving a huge comet crater on the ground 100 proof lyrical potency I'm offering another round briefly portray myself as 'Letterman' reviving spellbound rappers are D-U-M-B-F-O-U-N-D-E-D lacking C-O double M-O-N S-E-N-S-E B-I-R-D-B-R-A-I-N-S think they know it all stuck in fantasy, yet to have a reality wake up call shallow females talking alot but ain't got nothin' to say so quick to offer their G-E-N-I-T-A-L-I-A being E-N-T-I-T-I-L-E-D in their "soft era" delusional high expectations is causing mad hysteria y'all probably want me protested, cancelled, or blacklisted or worst y'all wanna stick a dagger in my chest and twist it but I'm helping everyone to stay fully aware that these dirty rotten scoundrels ain't playing fair I ain't Jeru but I'm a damager of egos and idiocy when my mind spray I kill off ignorance instantly hip hop is 50 and people still tarnishing the lyrical art thriving from bad influences and dysfunction it imparts this is getting old; y'all need to enhance your rap skills pipe dreams and early graves y'all continue to instill I miss rap in it's intrinsic and innovative essence and I refuse to be another one of these industry peasants your messages are frail, your morality is undetectable your laziness and indignance is unacceptable you don't wanna deal with me so step aside my rhymes are cancerous like high amounts of formaldehyde

yo pac where ever you be...never forget your voice and the lyrics..this is song always take me to past..lot of love from sri lanka,,

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Oh shit mutherfuckas step to the rear and cheer 'Cause Tim Dog is here Let's get down to the nitty gritty And talk about a bullshit city Talking about niggaz from Compton They're no comp and they truly ain't stomping Tim Dog a black man's task I'm so bad I'll whip Superman's ass All you suckers that rif on the West Coast I'll dis and spray your ass like a roach Ya think you're cool wit your curls and your shades I'll roll thick and you'll be yelling raid One hard brother that lives in New York Where brothers are hard and we don't have to talk Shut your mouth before we come out stomping Hey, yo Eazy Fuck Compton 'Cause the boy ain't shit Chew him with tobacco, an' spit him in shit I crush Ice Cube, I'm cool wit Ice T But NWA ain't shit to me Dre beating on Dee from Pump it Up Step to the Dog and get fucked up I'm simplistic, imperialistic, idealistic And I'm kicking ballistics Having that gang war We want to know what you're fighting for Fighting over colors? All that gang shit is for dumb muthafuckas But you go on thinking you're hard Come to New York and we'll see who gets robbed Take your jeri curls, take your black hats Take your wack lyrics and your bullshit tracks Now you're mad and you're thinking about stomping Well I'm from the South Bronx Fuck Compton Tim Dog and I'm the best from the East And all this Compton shit must cease So keep your eyes on the prize and Don't jeopardize my arrive 'cause that's not wise You really think that you can rhyme Well come and get some of this loaded tech-nine Bo bo bo shots are cold gunning And you'll really be a hundred miles and running You want to play go ride in a sleigh I'm so large I fuck Michel le' In the bathroom we was boning You shoulda heard how the bitch was moaning Do do do do dooo do do do do do do do Shut the fuck up bitch, you can't sing Ya sound like a kid playing on a swing (Fuck you) I'm the man at hand to run the band That's in command You know who the fuck I am Tim Dog, what's my muthafucking name Tim Dog, that's my muthafucking game So whether you think that I'm just a myth That riff, the lift, the gift, the if, the fifth' The shift, the spliff, that's in control, to hold To fold, to bold and make an ache and take and fake Wooh! and I'm still great Fuck Compton Fuente: LyricFind Autores de la canción: Blair / Miller Letra de Fuck Compton © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC Genius genius.com › Tim-dog-fuck... Tim Dog - Fuck Compton Lyrics [Verse 1] Aw shit, motherfuckers, step to the rear and cheer 'Cause Tim Dog is here. Let's get right down to the nitty-gritty. And talk about a bullshit ... Letras de canciones www.letras.com › tim-dog FUCK COMPTON - Tim Dog Fuck Compton. Oh shit motherfuckers step to the rear and cheer. Cause Tim Dog is here. Let's get down to the nitty gritty. And talk about a bullshit city Letras de canciones www.letras.com › traduccion

Made it 700.

Hard as hell

Met a retarded kid named greg

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Hard ass track

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