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
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.
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
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.
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..
Me too mane
Choppa Gang killed this instrumental 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Ong
What's the link
Carter da Harder so dope istg I’d put this beat over the OG frl and I grew up listening to that OG
Hard Og type beat 😤💅💯
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
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
This guys amazing !!!!!!! Carter Da harder
i 'll deff give you full credit
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
Fire
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.
yes!!!!
I love Pat .. I’ll rob em all just to see who got the fattest stack
Dope
WHOA...
Do you reckon you could do a remake of Jelouz ass Bitch by 36
beats hard as fuck
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
Bobby Slick project pat told a story so good in his verses he made you believe you was there with him committing the job
where did you get the "yeah" chant in the verse from?
+reaper man I got it from the Project Pat "If You Ain't From My Hood" song
can i use this instramental for a song.
Are the keys sampled or replayed
Slams
pretty close but tempo seems off
My nigga
Runn fofo cop got gun loaded fo MA odeh neva no
sic.
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.
Yo flow to then
yes!!!!