Puff Daddy - Young G's (Instrumental)

[@grigorb.5221]

My Favorite Instrumental

[@eightreasons566]

I know not everyone loved this album but the beats were straight fire

[@georgeb9561]

Puff Daddy's album was ruined by Puff Daddy. It would have been an undisputed classic, if only he wasn't featured on it. But still, this is one of the greatest beats ever

[@REALNOTPOPULARTV]

This track 🔥

[@REALNOTPOPULARTV]

​@@georgeb9561I agree Puff shouldn't be on this he shoulda let Ma$e or Rob get down on this

[@PhonyGameCommunity22]

Intense vibraphone playing sampled with a hip-hop drum machine:Priceless‼

[@Cb88x]

Now this is my kind of elevator music lmao

[@chuckiegogo1271]

I WISH THERE WAS A VERSION OF THIS WITH JUST KELLY PRICE SINGING ON IT

[@josegate7009]

U can accomplish that by loading both versions up on your interface (i.e. protools) with a little drag n drop cut & paste

[@icegangsta5161]

@@josegate7009 He's right

[@The_GawdMC]

Big L forever owns this beat. Respectfully. No one will ever do better than that.

[@htxrique7622]

Sorry but biggies verse itself is bigger then big L’s song on this beat

[@nigelcohen2661]

Bro you’ve lost your mind…..Respect to Bigg,but man you dissing L like that is crazy…BIGGIE himself would have told you to chill out……..Goofy💪🏾 L was an assassin dude….And Biggie was no exception

[@chavalito433]

They killed both chill guys

[@DavidHo-g7m]

Word!!! @@nigelcohen2661

[@BOWER-k9g]

How do you know nobody could do better on the beat on the song

[@Mr.LarryBooHolnessOfficial]

I Remember This One - Instru-Mental - Young Gangsta's - Diddy Feat Kelly Price The Notorious B.I.G. & Shawn Corey Carter JAY-Z [Produced By Rashad Smith] [Year: 1997] [Album: Puff Daddy & The Family: No Way Out]

[@Unicysis]

Man, it feels great to see Christians up on it Preach two sheets every week without them warring There’s no ignoring, the sweet pleas El-Shaddai, the holy Jedi, Supreme Being who brings us babies to safety daily, fellers wanna bait me If they slay me, then lay me in the ground - do not cremate me Listen, my spiritual contact knocks the hearts flat like one-bed suites that get them cosy, I’m tea and toastie Ever so homely - strong neighbours to conversate with, be it sports, divorce or entertainment or what’s on the station - stay patient - in layman’s terms the Bible states in James to let our debates be in occasion For the backbiters, and vampires who bit me on the skin and went to win some empires I’m reading from the first chapter of Titus which advises that we must put to silence, any man who shows vices like a sinus And I just, hand-close, unpack my soul while angels sending angels so I don’t fold Check it, my inside brothers call me James Bond I talk the talk, open doors, discourse, I know my game’s strong God’s light opens my mind, I’m aligned Like tides that are clear, my sight is purified While Christ is glorified, all my peers labelled queer with nobody deferential, His power in them is mental The revelation isn’t accidental

[@saintarj4552]

one of the smoothest beats in hip hop history

[@terucks]

Rashad Ringo Smith! Brooklyns own amazing producer

[@GabrielSCHOK_T]

PERFECT VIBE 🔊🎧🔥

[@nathanedwards166]

big l completely killed this instrumental

[@denziinoo]

what song was that?

[@ContrastWithSepiaPrince]

@@denziinoo "Day One" by D.I.T.C. -- Big L rips it.

[@cristianesteban5599]

BIggie too

[@snusing121]

Thank you!!! Couldn't remember who else killed this beat. Only heard the Big-Ls version before, so this sounded wrong somehow, good, but not as liit as Big-Ls.

[@Niceisright216]

This beat is sick

[@SkyyRoyal]

Incredible beat

[@2kballerxz]

i listen to this when im doing school work it makes me think :D

[@themadscript5877]

I listen it when I walk threw the crowed hall :D

[@empiricobeats]

quality 100%

[@MrNabingiri]

Damn it feel good to see people up on it Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it My brain is haunted, with mean dreams GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit in my circumference, mad bitches, with mad lucci Bulletproof vestes under they coochie Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggas represent Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin' bent And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me While you still killin' niggas with punany, like heiny and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke Got lawyers watchin' lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it Them country niggas call me Frank White I'm squirtin' off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight Sunrise open my eyes no surprise Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs With all the utensils, who hang my china thing She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rental The situation ain't accidental What? From a, from a young G's perspective What? From a, from a young G's perspective

[@schoolboylore9794]

Bro you are pretty good you should rap I think

[@eelikontola435]

@@schoolboylore9794 That's biggies verse on this song :D

[@schoolboylore9794]

@@eelikontola435 I know bro I was joking lmao

[@thebigmonstaandy6644]

@@schoolboylore9794 i can rap this part. :)

[@janepatton8100]

Young ghetto boys, We grew up in the slums The fallout produced from that Adam bum (atom bomb) Flesh of his flesh, convinced by Eve to sin Her pain multiplied, now woman gives birth to man A young premi, I couldn't wait to get started, debuted a month early, eagerly I departed So ironic how birth works for men We fight to get out, but can't wait to get back in Naive, they only believe what they've been told The Illuminati and the deep state fighting for control The masses all slumber from Miami up to Boston Pandemics of narcolepsy, catching the zzz's (disease) often Live long and prosper, no need to be insulting They don't understand that, to them you're speaking Vulcan Not the language, but the difference in perspective Since, one man's trash is another man's treasure We take measures, to size up the competition The last name is Charming, so most of them are midgets To my critics you're not worth the seven digits Not a phone call, or the middle one extended I'm sorry, it seems my pride got the best of me Serving up a slice of humility, what's the recipe A Young G, reppin my people giving the best of me, inevitably, making a better you, makes a better me

[@JamesThomas-vt4nd]

Contains a sample from On The Hill by Oliver Sain courtesy of Abet Records.

[@LawrenceBooHolnessOfficial]

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Instru-Mental213 - Young Gangsta's - Diddy Feat The Notorious B.I.G. Shawn Corey Carter JAY-Z & Kelly Price [Produced By Rashad Smith] [Year: 1997] [Album: Puff Daddy & The Family: No Way Out]

[@inquizitive9]

K'mon y'all let's git it wit' da rhyme exquiziteness! Luv readin' dat shit.

[@alejandromarmolejo13]

Multiplicamos oportunidades que se nos dan No era bueno en algebra, hoy mirame ma Solo cuento con amigos que saben lo que es real Puedo oler la hipocresía desde metros atrás Tenemos conexiones que ayudan si lo ocupamos Redes diferentes, no oyen lo que escuchamos Hay paranoia pero no confundan con miedo Mas vale prevenir que hacer maletas para el cielo Mi suelo, loseta de buena mano de obra Abrigos importados de europa, la Macedonia Llamadas con lenguajes que nunca entenderás El dinero habla por mi, idioma universal Buenos muchachos que fueron criados en el calor Cuando tu mueres de sed yo vivo de mi sudor El talento no importa si no paga tus impuestos La maña es la que gana y engaña los contratiempos Gente que te chupa cuando ganas, los detesto A Brady lo comprendo, lo apreciaron hasta el sexto Si yo busco un anillo no va a ser de compromiso Ya estoy comprometido con el juego, rap-oncesto No hay escuela que enseñe el estilo que traigo a la mesa Ni con una putiza se les queda en la cabeza Que al mas grande de todos ahora lo estan escuchando Escépticos hacen muy mal en seguirme dudando

[@TheSpearOfGod07]

If i do something i do it right no halfassin practice never ends for me i stay sharpening my sword figuratively speakin

[@UndetectableBomber]

beats fire

[@DavidHo-g7m]

on this beat: Big L > Biggie > Juice (wake up show)

[@mainebanks6286]

Figures somebody that don't know a crazy beat when they hear one would say something like that 💯😂

[@alaskanreaper129]

Tingling emerged outside of my frail body making clatter, peeled eyes revealed a thief making a quick speech to wise guys so my bed creaked from anxious laughter/ Quick alert for those with the ski masks and raggedy shirts, tragedy was where my mind went first so I tried to make the dash but my ears perked from the “pitter patter”/ My life wasn’t the only thing that faded, that quick smirk morphed to a frown bigger than the portions that lurked inside King Henry’s bladder/ A game without a forfeit, it felt like the enemies had rounds nearly at the number of infinity, it was their daily activities but I only prefer shooting when dice is laid inside my palm about to be scattered/ That might be the fate of the place I hold epiphanies, had to let my little theories go and find a spot, turned instantly to beat the arms of the clock, I wrestled with my last minutes against those blasters/ Those low dirty bastards whose woes remain murky but I suppose every day has its dogs that must be reminded of the true master, but now I’m plastered in a body fully froze as flashes of all my fighting comes to an end, another torn page in my chapter/ Sharp as a thorn, those that had the vests adorned but softness kind of arose after I realized men their age don’t blossom in the sunshine/ Their hearts are seeds that got deprived, got sprayed in the wrong way and many lives are reduced to little Caspers

[@janepatton8100]

Young ghetto boys, We grew up in the slums The fallout produced from that Adam bum (atom bomb) Flesh of his flesh, convinced by Eve to sin Her pain multiplied, now woman gives birth to man A young premi, I couldn't wait to get started, debuted a month early, eagerly I departed So ironic how birth works for men We fight to get out, but can't wait to get back in Naive, they only believe what they've been told The Illuminati and the deep state fighting for control The masses all slumber from Miami up to Boston Pandemics of narcolepsy, catching the zzz's (disease) often Live long and prosper, no need to be insulting They don't understand that, to them you're speaking Vulcan Not the language, but the difference in perspective Since, one man's trash is another man's treasure We take measures, to size up the competition The last name is Charming, so most of them are midgets To my critics you're not worth the seven digits Not a phone call, or the middle one extended I'm sorry, it seems my pride got the best of me Serving up a slice of humility, what's the recipe A Young G, reppin my people giving the best of me, inevitably, making a better you, makes a better me

[@radamesa.delacruz5222]

Wat up Diddy

[@GamedupCal]

🔥

[@TameemAlkadi]

Hotel lobby ass beat (it’s fire tho)

[@RamonErazo-p7z]

Only nice cats can freak this. Lyrical flaws are exposed by fly beats like this 🤔

[@kid1207]

Young G's - Will Kill Verse One: I am one of the greatest i rap like shit but i made you listen for a bit this is so legit i am a gangster so i gotta shank yeah i kill beat's like this packing heat ill skilled and ready to kill will kill's cause will is ill and chill now bitch pay the bill's made a hundred mill by chillin' like a vilian robbing sevy's wit mcmillian killing the instrumental going mental in a rental cruising down the street in my 6 4 hit the door and clap this is a rap stuck in a trap , ill,

[@Marc_Masters]

#hiphop

[@prawcess651]

Big facts.

[@themadscript5877]

Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] (Man! I'm back man!) Uhh, check it out, uhh I steps in, where the Mo's and the hoes at, baby? Fuck all that pretty shit Taking it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers Niggas know the deal Niggas know who the Don is Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Peep game, uhh, what, what, what Verse 1: Puff Daddy] Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars (yeah) We built in radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop (haha) Are we gonna stop? Shit man, if my squad go broke Your squad oughta choke Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre (uh-huh) Through hard work I earn the vault Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt (yeah) Got nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches and rings (c'mon) Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things (that's right) Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake (uh-uh) When you all fucked up, and can't get no break (uh-huh) When your fake ass friends don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it (uh) Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all asking for hits (yeah) Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known We still fly but separately 'cause now I charter my own (c'mon) Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all 'em playa haters jealous Billboard charts should tell us (yeah) They can't touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus? Because release date's bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Yo yo cmon y’all (Flipmode) Wooh (Flipmode) Gonna be the shit cmon! Muthafucker ass niggeros nigga haten Cmon! [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Damn, it feel good to see people up on it (uh) Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it (uh-huh) My brain is haunted, with mean dreams GSs with BBs on it, supreme schemes To get richer than Richie, quickly, niggas wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit In my circumference, mad bitches with mad lucci Bulletproof vestses under they Coogi's Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigger niggas represent Driving dirty in J-30s gettin' bent (uh-huh) And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me While you still killin' niggas with punani, like heiny And Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds of choke (uh-huh) Got lawyers watching lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it Them country niggas call me Frank White I'm squirtin' often in my loft, of course I know my shit's tight Sunrise, open my eyes, no surprise Got my shorty flyin' in with keys taped to her thighs With all the utensils, who hang my china thing She half-black, half-oriental, eighty-six, she got me rental The situation ain't accidental What? From a, from a young G's perspective, uhh Verse 4: Poetiz] Yo I smoke bitches who try to fuck me 8-inches so wicked Getcha ya whole neck undrifted Dipped You faggot asses be slippin I kill a fucka because he was on That shit Sayin I was “trippin” Heh Stop frontin ain’t nothin Push a persons button Ya ass won’t be afraid on something I how we do is New York City I keep it real on the streets Us 3 don’t fuck wit the real G’s on a mans ol feet- Ye Bad Boy Entertainment, Ya realest Ugliest Most on that shit Ight-? Ya if ya don’t know well now ya know nigga-....