Damn this is fire....I love that "yeah" chant Paul and Juicy put in this beat

BRUH YOU THE GOAT 4 THIS 🔥 JUNT SO BUMPIN 🛸 STILL LISTENING IN 2022 🦅

I was in a slump, feeling melancoly, but now , after hearing this, mane I got my powers back. keeeoon..

Carter da Harder so dope istg I’d put this beat over the OG frl and I grew up listening to that OG

Choppa Gang killed this instrumental 🔥🔥🔥🔥

@longlivetwo3404

3 жыл бұрын

Ong

@heismanboy34

3 жыл бұрын

What's the link

This beat is most definitely on point, regardless.

You should do a remake for "We Can Get Gangsta" .....you got some dope remakes fa sho tho

super bumpin!!

This guys amazing !!!!!!! Carter Da harder

Hard Og type beat 😤💅💯

i 'll deff give you full credit

This that shit I grew up on! "I only fuck wit those who only fuck wit me...a sucka play fa games a man play for keeps." Classic shit..good beat tho fam shit is on point wit tha original

WHOA...

Fire

yes!!!!

Dope

where did you get the "yeah" chant in the verse from?

@damercenarymrc

8 жыл бұрын

+reaper man I got it from the Project Pat "If You Ain't From My Hood" song

I love Pat .. I’ll rob em all just to see who got the fattest stack

Slams

can i use this instramental for a song.

Are the keys sampled or replayed

sic.

I only fuck with those who only fuck with me A sucker play for games, a man play for keeps I keep's me a nine millimeter just in case A coward's in my face These bullets he gone taste A waste of your life, stepping wrong I'm on trees best to leave me alone Best to go make some cheese N-O-Mes come in all shapes, forms, sizes Colors could be your best friend, cousin Or brothers i'll rob them all Just to see who got the fattest stack Walked in the bank Put the loot in the cul-de-sac Slapped on the guard four times For he passed out Eyes on the blow and my pockets was assed out Had on a trench coat, wig and some goggles If'n you resist, you may not see tomorrow I'm in there, outta there The police couldn't get me But I made a slip up had a trick with me Don't turn around (Give me the fucking cheese trick) Don't make a sound (Show me where the keys at) Lay it on the ground (knowing that your pockets fat) Fore' I buck you down (and I'm quick's to do that) Nigga starting bragging in his Hood about the robbery Wasn't long then 'fore somebody dropped A dime on me I'mma be the one they can't get to They picked the boy up Run his mouth just like a fool He gone get me fucked up But I'mma have to get to Him before the police do-a Caught up with him night and day Locked him and his crew up Sprang down Chelsea Ave kind Of in the evening For this motherfucker's death Dawg I was fiendin He was looking at me strange Like I'mma catcher I done hopped out with the thang Let me holler at'cha Fool, where you been dog? (My momma got sick, man) Fuck that got to do wit'chu? (Hold up I ain't your bitch, man) I heard you been talking Your muthafucking lips loose (Nah, it ain't like That dawg i ain't no damn fool) Looking in his eyes I could see that he was so scared I squeezed on the trigger with The gun to his forehead Blew the top out his skull Now they want me dead All the niggas in his hood, police And the feds Stepped out of Westwood, way out of the side On the other side of town Somewhere I can hide I done threw my life away Hunted by them by pigs Robbing every other day, drops in off my nigs They done found my whereabouts Bouts' to do me in Kicking in the front door And I was in the den sK was under the couch Snatched it off the wham Open fire on them hoes, I didn't give a damn Blood stream was full of dope Pump off coca leaf Feds had me under a scope, and an infra-beam Rifle bullet threw my throat, choking Hit the floor Gunpowder in my mouth, knocking heaven's door Street life done took me out And that shit ain't fake I done fucked myself off Cause of a bad mistake

In my opinion this guy Blows tupac , biggie , nas , jayz , all those guys out the water. See what a lot of those like the previously named rappers dont have it all. they may have good flow and raps but instrumental could be better. With project pat tho .....u kno his shit is gonna be hard everytime.

Do you reckon you could do a remake of Jelouz ass Bitch by 36

My nigga

beats hard as fuck

pretty close but tempo seems off

Runn fofo cop got gun loaded fo MA odeh neva no

I only fuck wit those, who only fuck wit me A sucka' play for games, a man play for keeps I keeps me a nine millimeter just in case A coward's in my face These bullets he gon taste A waste of your life, steppin' wrong, I'm on trees Best ta leave me alone, best ta go make some cheese Enemies come in all shapes, forms, sizes, colors Could be your best friend, cousin, or brothers I'll rob'em all, just to see who got the fatty stack Walked in the bank, put the loot in the codauh sack Slapped on the guard four times fo' he passed out Eyes on that blow and my pockets was assed out Had on a trench coat, wig and some goggles If'n you resist, you may not see tomorrow I'm in there, I den dared the police couldn't get me But I made a slip up: had a trick wit me. Don't turn around (Give me the fuckin' cheese trick) Don't make a sound (Show me where them keys at) Lay it on the ground (knowing that your pockets fat) Fore' I buck you down (and I'm quicks' to do that) Nigga starting braggin' in his hood bout the robbery Wasn't long then, fore' somebody dropped the dime on me I'm'a be the one they can't get to, they picked the boy up Run his mouth just like a fool, he gon' get me fucked up But, I'm'a have to get to him before the police do-a Caught up with him night and day, not him and his crew-a Sprang down Chelsie Ave. kinda in the evening For this muhfuckas death, dawg I was fiend'n He was looking at me strange, like I'm'a catcha I done hopped out with the thang, lemme holla at'cha, Foo, where you been dog? (My momma got sick, main!) Fuck that got to do wit'chu? (Hold up I ain't your bitch, main!) I heard you been talking your muh-fuckin' lips loose (Nah, it ain't like that dawg, I ain't no damn fool) Looking in his eyes, I could see that he was so scared I squeezed on the trigga with the gun to his fo'-head. Don't turn around (Give me the fuckin' cheese trick) Don't turn around (Give me the fuckin' cheese trick) Blew the top out his skull, now they want me dead All the niggas in his hood, police and the feds Stepped out of Westwood, way out of the side On the other side of town, somewhere I can hide I done threw my life away, hunted by them by pigs Robbing every other day, drops in off my nig They done found my whereabouts, bouts' to do me in Kickin' in the front door, and I was in the den SK was under the couch, snatch it off the wham Open fire on them hoes, I didn't give a damn Blood stream was full of dope, pump off coca leaf Feds had me under a scope, and an infrared beam Rifle bullet threw my throat, chokin', hit tha flo' Gunpowder in my mouth, knockin' heavens door Street life done took me out, and that shit ain't fake I done fuck myself off, cause a bad mistake

@darealphilie63

5 жыл бұрын

Bobby Slick project pat told a story so good in his verses he made you believe you was there with him committing the job

Yo flow to then

Enemies come in all shape,form, sizes, colors,could be your best friend, cousin,or brother, I'll rob em all just to see who got the fattest sack Project pat.

yes!!!!