Me too until I did a little research. It was actually produced by a lesser known hip hop dj named Spencer Bellamy. Sounds just like a DJ Premier beat though.
Who want war? I show up with 3 Ks at your front door No, I don't rock with the clan. But I got this glock in my hand So you better stop while you can, before you get shot where you stand Body gets chopped in a can, than Imma hop in the van So take that L while I get this dub like I'm copping a gram Cause the cops can't stop all the crimes that i plot in advance.
Eyes hold the glowly souls build rhymes like a scaffold Who could hold skills this bold they say ooo No big Yosef stepping on toes ten count Sitting higher than a Paramount mount See the gun snout the bigger the bullets The harder to pull it jerk back snap wacks Til they bodies crack i used to be the biggest macks Girls love when I smack they asses glasses Put on to get my disguise on wise on Putting it on like Big L load my cartel with shells hallow points to anoint ya joints pigs oink Yeah I say it so many times you'll probably forget it I'm on ya pensions like pending debits credit The reserves this for the live birds circling the block Jam rock harder than a missile cocked Ready to take off blast at all y'all brawls Done pass midnight keeps my iron sight Never fight with a closed hand clenched bands Money stacking more than a stadiums craniums I'm rocking em pregame no shame tame A beat spark it well til.it opens a flame.....woooah
[Intro: Sauce Money] Sauce Money, yo, yeah-yeah Sauce Money, yo You know the dril Chilling with my mans, Marley Marl, Pete Rock Future Flavas MCA style, man Cut the check or suck a dick [Verse 1: Sauce Money] I lay my gun fine, ideas be as bright as the sunshine Shook the rap game with just one line When me and my niggas combine, all day, you know what? Sometimes, I run with mad niggas who done time Hit you with eight, from one nine, now you showin' the vein My shells is like information, go in your brain Holdin' my slug, before you squeeze 'em, show 'em the love Burn your fingertips so throw 'em a glove, understand me Before my album drop, copped a Grammy, uncanny Bought my first Rollie from Manny Dirty burners, my crew never hand me; nigg,a we family You not, get shot, get caught sniffin' like Dexter Manley With least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin red Damn, we all the shit you can't be We big-time, you small-time, real small, like how an ant be Marcy, bust a shot for Metcalf, Tilo, and Danny (Bop!) Peace to the Bureils, Cut Wop and Stanley (Geah!) Boom, Moët and bow, my whole set is wild (wild) Past threats, frontin' flash singles and that's bent Fuck a bitch, you know the drill Cut a check or suck a dick (What the fuck...) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] As a youth explosively, clappin' off the roof Shootin' guard like Kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'e Back then, Gil was my co-d Spanish Jose showed me how to get the money niggas owed me Fast-forward: No kids, six cars, and three Rollies Two cribs, trips to Cuba, sippin' on Ooba Got rap in a stupor, first to clap your group up From the Range with the ski rack, or six with the roof up Shit, I light the motherfuckin' soundproof booth up New shit, y'all say the same shit like you're looped up Your raps all lazy, Jigga the Black Scorsese What your album lack is more Jay-Z Code name: Jay-Hova-all praise me Y'all don't paint pictures, you all trace me You've yet to see the day when my squad be done I represent that shit nigga-Marcy son, what! [Verse 3: Sauce Money] I grab my dick in front of your bitch, screaming, "Fuck your spot" Heatmiser, anything I ever touch was hot Sauce watching all you wildcats flop, sound greasy One sound on your whole CD, making my job easy Figured as much though, got your hustle swingin' Cop a muzzle, and then y'all got the nerve to drop a double? Everybody ain't Big, nigga Everybody can't flow like Jig, nigga; bitch niggas, listen- No sorrow tomorrow if you swallow hollow-points Like a dread in the weed spot, I'ma move some joints I ain't playing, these BK slugs sprayin' Mute niggas could tell you how nice I am-it goes without saying Malicious, rap flow vicious, stack dough Bitches sucking dicks say, "Fat boy delicious" Pretentious niggas get it in slow-mo Kodak couldn't picture that So X-ray machines taking your team photo Niggas switching like a homo, shit on your team Fuck how they feel, get all that cream Here comes the drama, here's the drummer, they call your number And now your fun-filled summer filled with bounty hunters If a bitch fuck you for free, cats will kill you for the same fee Think niggas give a fuck what your name be? Or your raw crew? Kid, you're all saw-through Mad 'cause you ain't blow yet Never fret, nigga-your bitch blew for you Get on some Prince shit like, "I truly adore you" Never, crab cat, fuck you-have that Sauce Mother-F-U tricks all in the mix 300 large on my flat, up in the sticks Nuthin' but a lot of leg room, my son and my bitch Getting fatter off salmon, croquettes, and grits Peace to all my niggas in Marcy, Viya Schmidt and Bits L-channel, Henny and crime, nigga, which- One of y'all in the mirror lookin' facing them 8's? One in your helmet might induce a case of the shakes B-Scott, what the deal son? Reno, where the 'dro at? Sauce Money... You know that, nigga
My armed men stack men from the guns That back bend to the roads ya End No longer boys to men to deaths I comprehend Takin' on deadly sins seven to chose from I'm makin' chaos from USA to the New Jerusalem And who's dumb? Enough to fuck with me While I'm on my Crazy Rum leavin' ya stunned And outdunned and who can Come? Against my magnificence layin' hellish scents In the forms of an emodiment Who could stop it Since adversaries are culprit let the snakes Shake and take away these painful memories Yeah I'm dreadin' ya head missin' the feds Cus I got more bread than Pillsbury dough So quick with the skills and I Know Suckas don't wanna go toe to Toe Kill mics worse than Exodus who can plex with us The coldest strong as a swingin' boulders Knockin' ya head off ya shoulders I thought I told ya Southside stay running with hidden Soldiers
Yo I got skillz by the millions With tons of ammunition Who fuckin' with the commission my mission Is to control the rap game blow fish tactics From bitches who suck quick my dick stick Slick leave em with one eye patch cookin' up another batch Can ya catch The madness of real nigga with multiple figures money surpassin' the aurora Hardcorer grim explorer non could ignore tha Deadly pedigrees sheddin so beautifully Im feelin' like Mango Slade cuts through like a blade Lyrics colder than the words from Chuckie Coastin' spells I do it well it ain't hard to tell While ya souls fail another body destined to hell It's Yosef ninth gate chillin' over ya crates Like a demon intervention got ya nerves Penchin' and itchin' soon to be twitchin' and inchin' My every move I'm takin' ove the earthly ground Bow down what's that it's the Southside Breakin' em down so ya bound to drown
Top 10 instrumental of all time
I'm running with wop, he running with me , we running together !
That's right
oooo are those bars ma nza?
@@jowhit226 Big L freestyled on this. Damn I made that comment 7 years ago wtf
@@bigl3242 Good hip hop is timeless bruh
IM COMIN THRU YALL
With the glock bucking
With the glock bucking !
Your whole block ducking
Every bitch that I’m fucking now is cock sucking
It's like I'm allergic to not fuckin!
Astonishingly DOPE !!!
YOU BEEN WARND , GET READY FOR YOUR FINAL THRILL...
I always Thought it was Premo everytime i hear this beat
It does have Premo-ish bang to it. I can definitely hear Guru or Jeru on this.
nah u wish premo could do something like this 😹
Me too until I did a little research. It was actually produced by a lesser known hip hop dj named Spencer Bellamy. Sounds just like a DJ Premier beat though.
@@TwistermanTelevison Haters come out and playaay 💀💀🗡🗡
@@The3DSMaxinator jeru would’ve annihilated this beat
1 of premiers tuffest beats... dark boy
.this that chase a nigga down n 🔫🔫 dump on eem.. stand ova the body n dump again🔫🔫.
Premier didn't produce this, though
Red Hood premier didn't produced beat
On belly soundtrack. took me years to din this shit. crackkk.
Lowkey Son yes indeedy
Belly 🔥
Big l
Ridiculously grimy
🎧🔥
Who want war? I show up with 3 Ks at your front door
No, I don't rock with the clan. But I got this glock in my hand
So you better stop while you can, before you get shot where you stand
Body gets chopped in a can, than Imma hop in the van
So take that L while I get this dub like I'm copping a gram
Cause the cops can't stop all the crimes that i plot in advance.
Nick Queen dope
Quincy Joooones
Eyes hold the glowly souls build rhymes like a scaffold
Who could hold skills this bold they say ooo
No big Yosef stepping on toes ten count
Sitting higher than a Paramount mount
See the gun snout the bigger the bullets
The harder to pull it jerk back snap wacks
Til they bodies crack i used to be the biggest macks
Girls love when I smack they asses glasses
Put on to get my disguise on wise on
Putting it on like Big L load my cartel with shells
hallow points to anoint ya joints pigs oink
Yeah I say it so many times you'll probably forget it
I'm on ya pensions like pending debits credit
The reserves this for the live birds circling the block
Jam rock harder than a missile cocked
Ready to take off blast at all y'all brawls
Done pass midnight keeps my iron sight
Never fight with a closed hand clenched bands
Money stacking more than a stadiums craniums
I'm rocking em pregame no shame tame
A beat spark it well til.it opens a flame.....woooah
Ooohhh that freestyle fiyah
[Intro: Sauce Money]
Sauce Money, yo, yeah-yeah
Sauce Money, yo
You know the dril
Chilling with my mans, Marley Marl, Pete Rock
Future Flavas
MCA style, man
Cut the check or suck a dick
[Verse 1: Sauce Money]
I lay my gun fine, ideas be as bright as the sunshine
Shook the rap game with just one line
When me and my niggas combine, all day, you know what?
Sometimes, I run with mad niggas who done time
Hit you with eight, from one nine, now you showin' the vein
My shells is like information, go in your brain
Holdin' my slug, before you squeeze 'em, show 'em the love
Burn your fingertips so throw 'em a glove, understand me
Before my album drop, copped a Grammy, uncanny
Bought my first Rollie from Manny
Dirty burners, my crew never hand me; nigg,a we family
You not, get shot, get caught sniffin' like Dexter Manley
With least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin red
Damn, we all the shit you can't be
We big-time, you small-time, real small, like how an ant be
Marcy, bust a shot for Metcalf, Tilo, and Danny (Bop!)
Peace to the Bureils, Cut Wop and Stanley (Geah!)
Boom, Moët and bow, my whole set is wild (wild)
Past threats, frontin' flash singles and that's bent
Fuck a bitch, you know the drill
Cut a check or suck a dick (What the fuck...)
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
As a youth explosively, clappin' off the roof
Shootin' guard like Kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'e
Back then, Gil was my co-d
Spanish Jose showed me how to get the money niggas owed me
Fast-forward: No kids, six cars, and three Rollies
Two cribs, trips to Cuba, sippin' on Ooba
Got rap in a stupor, first to clap your group up
From the Range with the ski rack, or six with the roof up
Shit, I light the motherfuckin' soundproof booth up
New shit, y'all say the same shit like you're looped up
Your raps all lazy, Jigga the Black Scorsese
What your album lack is more Jay-Z
Code name: Jay-Hova-all praise me
Y'all don't paint pictures, you all trace me
You've yet to see the day when my squad be done
I represent that shit nigga-Marcy son, what!
[Verse 3: Sauce Money]
I grab my dick in front of your bitch, screaming, "Fuck your spot"
Heatmiser, anything I ever touch was hot
Sauce watching all you wildcats flop, sound greasy
One sound on your whole CD, making my job easy
Figured as much though, got your hustle swingin'
Cop a muzzle, and then y'all got the nerve to drop a double?
Everybody ain't Big, nigga
Everybody can't flow like Jig, nigga; bitch niggas, listen-
No sorrow tomorrow if you swallow hollow-points
Like a dread in the weed spot, I'ma move some joints
I ain't playing, these BK slugs sprayin'
Mute niggas could tell you how nice I am-it goes without saying
Malicious, rap flow vicious, stack dough
Bitches sucking dicks say, "Fat boy delicious"
Pretentious niggas get it in slow-mo
Kodak couldn't picture that
So X-ray machines taking your team photo
Niggas switching like a homo, shit on your team
Fuck how they feel, get all that cream
Here comes the drama, here's the drummer, they call your number
And now your fun-filled summer filled with bounty hunters
If a bitch fuck you for free, cats will kill you for the same fee
Think niggas give a fuck what your name be?
Or your raw crew? Kid, you're all saw-through
Mad 'cause you ain't blow yet
Never fret, nigga-your bitch blew for you
Get on some Prince shit like, "I truly adore you"
Never, crab cat, fuck you-have that
Sauce Mother-F-U tricks all in the mix
300 large on my flat, up in the sticks
Nuthin' but a lot of leg room, my son and my bitch
Getting fatter off salmon, croquettes, and grits
Peace to all my niggas in Marcy, Viya Schmidt and Bits
L-channel, Henny and crime, nigga, which-
One of y'all in the mirror lookin' facing them 8's?
One in your helmet might induce a case of the shakes
B-Scott, what the deal son? Reno, where the 'dro at?
Sauce Money... You know that, nigga
My armed men stack men from the guns
That back bend to the roads ya
End
No longer boys to men to deaths I comprehend
Takin' on deadly sins seven to chose from
I'm makin' chaos from USA to the New Jerusalem
And who's dumb? Enough to fuck with me
While I'm on my Crazy Rum leavin' ya stunned
And outdunned and who can
Come?
Against my magnificence layin' hellish scents
In the forms of an emodiment
Who could stop it
Since adversaries are culprit let the snakes
Shake and take away these painful memories
Yeah I'm dreadin' ya head missin' the feds
Cus I got more bread than Pillsbury dough
So quick with the skills and I
Know
Suckas don't wanna go toe to
Toe
Kill mics worse than Exodus who can plex with us
The coldest strong as a swingin' boulders
Knockin' ya head off ya shoulders I thought I told ya
Southside stay running with hidden
Soldiers
Man shut the fuck up.
@@ryder7459 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
@@ryder7459 lil late there pal lol...
🔥 FIYAH!! 🔥
Yo I got skillz by the millions
With tons of ammunition
Who fuckin' with the commission my mission
Is to control the rap game blow fish tactics
From bitches who suck quick my dick stick
Slick leave em with one eye patch cookin' up another batch
Can ya catch
The madness of real nigga with multiple figures money surpassin' the aurora
Hardcorer grim explorer non could ignore tha
Deadly pedigrees sheddin so beautifully
Im feelin' like Mango Slade cuts through like a blade
Lyrics colder than the words from Chuckie
Coastin' spells I do it well it ain't hard to tell
While ya souls fail another body destined to hell
It's Yosef ninth gate chillin' over ya crates
Like a demon intervention got ya nerves
Penchin' and itchin' soon to be twitchin' and inchin'
My every move I'm takin' ove the earthly ground
Bow down what's that it's the Southside
Breakin' em down so ya bound to drown
BARS MA NZA!!