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We love you Pac REST IN PIECE KING😞💔🙏🦾

Canzone immortale 🧊

🗣️🗣️🥶🥶ALL EYEZ ON ME👏🗣️🗣️

DAYUUUMN

Let's ride Putin

His voice was already reverbed by nature, no need to slow and reverb this, it actually makes his flow less impressive and his voice similar of a dying monster's.

Who came here after the cj edits

Slowed to perfection

Who’s here because that one doakes edit?

I hate north east and south side WEST SIDE 4EVERRRR

2024

Beautiful ❤😊

one day i will have a love that feels like this song

Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up, " the MAC spit Lead was hitting niggas, one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck" Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm living where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just Arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addi ct for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas

2024 😊

“How much murdering do I get to do?” “NONE!” “Your plan blows”

Beautiful song!

I was searching for this slowed version n not the stupid useless tiktok remix

Came here from the James Doakes Edit

Le puoi mettere su spoty?

Thank god this is real ❤

dude i cant find the video were the audio u remastered came from, its some old art dealer video with the band korn flashing on screen from time to time, shits lost

لو تجنح

ORA LO SAI ACQUA SALATAAAAAAAAAAA

[2Pac] Big Syke, Newt, Hank Beugard, Big Sur (yeah) Y'all know how this shit go (y'know) (All eyez on me) Motherfuckin O.G. Roll up in the club and shit (is that right?) (All eyez on me) (All eyez on me) But you know what? I bet you got it twisted you don't know who to trust So many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see me And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me I got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride (every time we ride) Hittin motherfuckers up when we pass by (when we pass by) Until I die; live the life of a boss playa Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs A five-double-oh - Benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh Bitches pursue me like a dream Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend It seems - my main thang was to be major paid The game sharper than a motherfuckin razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One nigga's gettin jealous, and motherfuckers died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me We got foe niggaz, and lowriders, in ski masks Screamin Thug Life every time they pass (all eyez on me) Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life of a boss playa (all eyez on me) Cause even gettin high (all eyez on me) Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin high [Syke] Hey, to my nigga 'Pac So much trouble in the world, nigga Can't nobody feel your pain The world's changin everyday, times moving faaast My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last? I'm caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve I'm takin off from the curb The nervousness neglect make me pack a tec Devoted to servin this, Moet and pay-checks Like Akai satellite nigga I'm forever ballin It ain't right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin Sucker duck and get busted, no emotion My devotion is handlin my business nigga keep on coastin Where you goin I been there came back as lonely homie Steady flowin against the grain niggaz STILL don't know me It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit It ain't funny niggaz don't even know how to act - shit! What can I do, what can I say, is there another way? Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo' parlay My little homie G, can't you see, I'm busta free Niggaz can't stand me - all eyes on me! [2Pac] I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life as a boss playa (all eyez on me) Cause even gettin high (all eyez on me) I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life as a boss playa (all eyez on me) Cause even gettin high The feds is watchin, niggaz plottin to get me Will I survive, will I die? Come on let's picture the possibility Givin me charges, lawyers makin a grip I told the judge I was raised wrong, and that's why I blaze shit Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the law Bitches I fuck with a passion, I'm livin rough and raw Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane Hustle til the mornin, never stopped until the cash came Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high These niggaz got me tossin shit I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit Keep your head up nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer Up in the Benz burnin rubber The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped This criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket Get your money motherfucker let's get rich and we'll kick it All eyes on me! I live the life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life as a boss playa (all eyez on me) Cause even gettin high (all eyez on me) I live the life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live the life as a boss playa (all eyez on me) Cause even gettin high (all eyez on me) Pay attention my niggaz See how that shit go? Nigga walk up in this motherfucker And it be like: Bing! Cops, bitches, everymotherfuckinbody Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high I got bustas hoes and police watchin a nigga y'know? I live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Livin life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high (All eyez on me) Hehehe, it's like what they think? I'm walkin around with some ki's in my pocket or somethin? (All eyez on me) They think I'm goin back to jail, they really on that dope Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa I know y'all watchin, I know y'all got me in the scopes Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high I know y'all know this is Thug Life baayy-bay Y'all got me under surveillance huh? (All eyez on me) But I'm knowin

Shit thats really good

Sounds like a Truck backing up

Il bro ha cucinato

2pass to conquer this insanity ik mijn faam are 1 Mijn haat

Slowed è ancora più bella

NAS IS TOO UNDERRATED

Rip GOAT. The hero we need. But dont deserve

Sto facendo buste con pagine di riviste 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

HOW DO YOU DO

Damn this diamond made me like nas

trump 2024

Money gang Brr, brr Racconti storie e le storie degli altri (grr) Si vede da come parli Tu certe cose nemmeno le hai viste (no, no) Mi parli di droga, mi parli di armi Mi parli di grosse pile di contanti (uoh) Grossi amici latitanti Ma un grosso babbo di minchia, fra' È l'unica cosa che vedo davanti E c'è la tua bitch che mi chiama (prr, prr, prr) Sempre alle quattro di notte Dice che sei tutto fatto di Xanax Dice che non glielo dai così forte (no, no) La porto in centro e le compro due borse (okay) Una per tenermi i soldi (okay) Tutti 'sti trapper nemmeno li vedo Nemmeno li cago, fra', sono già morti (brr) Tu fai la strada solo sul microfono Il mio fra' è pazzo, c'ha il naso bionico Ho alzato soldi come sulla panca piana C'ho la tua puttana sopra il cofano E chiamo un amico (prr, prr, prr) Passa a prendermi sopra un attrezzo (no, no) Sull'asfalto come le mie suole (no, no) Mentre stiamo fumando sul tetto (pu, pu, pu, pu) E mi trovi in giro senza bodyguard Chiamo un amico (no) Ho due macchine ma non le guido (ska) Nel tuo quartiere mi fanno il tifo, brr, brr Mi trovi in giro (brr) senza bodyguard Chiamo un amico (no, no) Ho due macchine ma non le guido (ska) Nel tuo quartiere mi fanno il tifo, brr, brr Antiproiettile per il tuo odio (pa, pa, pa) Quante cazzate dette sul mio conto Soldi sul conto, li sposto, li muovo Li faccio, li spendo, li faccio di nuovo Lo so che questi mi vogliono morto Sono poveretti, come dargli torto Volevi la coppa ma ti prendi il cono Lei che mi dice: "Sei un poco di buono", ehi Sono fuori in questa baraonda Troppi soldi, c'è una bara tonda Rappi bene però io mi annoio Sulla Lambo slittiamo in rotonda (ska, ska) Cinquanta sul polso, cinquanta se suono La Madonna al collo, la stessa del Duomo Anche la tua tipa sa bene chi sono Tu sei ancora a zero, come l'anno scorso Euro nei pantaloni, mi spiace, non so i loro nomi, (no, no) ehi Non ho capito ancora perché nomini me o i miei homies, ehi (brr) Ho vari figli, ho vari sosia, ho vari cloni, ehi Ma non ho competitori, ehi, ehi Mi trovi in giro (brr) senza bodyguard Chiamo un amico (no, no) Ho due macchine ma non le guido (ska) Nel tuo quartiere mi fanno il tifo, brr, brr Mi trovi in giro (brr) senza bodyguard Chiamo un amico (no, no) Ho due macchine ma non le guido (ska) Nel tuo quartiere mi fanno il tifo, (ok, ok, ok, ok, ok) brr, brr, brr Money gang Billion Headz Money gang, gang, gang, gang Dal niente a qualcosa Da qualcosa a tutto Sfera Ebbasta, fra', ehi

Sta canzone fatta cosi spacca di brutto

Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up, " the MAC spit Lead was hitting niggas, one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck" Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm living where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just Arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nas Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas

Bakar part goes crazy 🔥

Are you still down?

the beat sounds so good when its slowed 🔥

Good stuff man

"But wait a minute I don't have time for this, these are your kids?" "I'm buying them to"

Hey la fai balanite dei verdena slowed-reverbed?

Yeah, yeah, aiyyo black, it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (a'ight nigga, begin) Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo Rappers, I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kicking, musician, inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holding an M-16, see with the pen I'm extreme, now Bullet holes left in my peepholes, I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sitting bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner betting Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughing at baseheads trying to sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggas be running through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the MAC up, told brothers, "Back up, " the MAC spit Lead was hitting niggas, one ran, I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck" Try to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby And it was full of children probably couldn't see as high as I be It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pulling the triggers, bringing fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us 4-5's and gauges, MAC's, in fact Same niggas will catch a back-to-back, snatching your cracks in black There was a snitch on the block getting niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she's got to smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers in measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation, inside information Keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be having dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinking Moets, holding TECs Making sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewing up the blocks to sell rocks Winning gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I have niggas undressin' Thinking of cash flow, buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the P.J.'s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black I'm living where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous, cops could just Arrest me, blaming us, we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm taking rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind

Biggie vibes

who came after the trump edit

High tide low tide Bob Marley slowed reverb, please

This is sick bro