Project Pat Don't Turn Around Instrumental (prod. by Carter Da Harder)

Поделиться
HTML-код
  • Опубликовано: 17 ноя 2024

Комментарии • 41

  • @killuhhkae8071
    @killuhhkae8071 11 лет назад +16

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

  • @TrenchTheMenace
    @TrenchTheMenace 2 года назад +3

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

  • @mgtowbro917
    @mgtowbro917 Год назад +2

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

  • @veesnoop3484
    @veesnoop3484 4 года назад +2

    Choppa Gang killed this instrumental 🔥🔥🔥🔥

  • @thane3186
    @thane3186 7 месяцев назад

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

  • @sandmanlopez9920
    @sandmanlopez9920 Год назад

    Hard Og type beat 😤💅💯

  • @anthonyb3426
    @anthonyb3426 6 лет назад

    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

  • @ayala12276
    @ayala12276 10 лет назад +15

    This beat is most definitely on point, regardless.

  • @HemiPaYper
    @HemiPaYper 10 лет назад +6

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

  • @BlackKoshinomi
    @BlackKoshinomi 9 лет назад +2

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

  • @foxlyfefilmz1859
    @foxlyfefilmz1859 9 лет назад +2

    i 'll deff give you full credit

  • @superblasted7337
    @superblasted7337 Год назад

    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

  • @kahlilrivera9718
    @kahlilrivera9718 2 года назад

    Fire

  • @whitetiger5181
    @whitetiger5181 7 лет назад +9

    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.

  • @bennyjoesustaita666
    @bennyjoesustaita666 9 лет назад +3

    yes!!!!

  • @Kay-hg5up
    @Kay-hg5up 3 года назад

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

  • @shamumaga
    @shamumaga 5 лет назад

    Dope

  • @torontovlog8977
    @torontovlog8977 7 лет назад

    WHOA...

  • @weylinaslanides9481
    @weylinaslanides9481 6 лет назад

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

  • @jasonyates9924
    @jasonyates9924 7 лет назад

    beats hard as fuck

  • @bobbyslick2016
    @bobbyslick2016 5 лет назад

    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
      @darealphilie63 5 лет назад

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

  • @reaperman02
    @reaperman02 8 лет назад +1

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

    • @damercenarymrc
      @damercenarymrc  8 лет назад +4

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

  • @foxlyfefilmz1859
    @foxlyfefilmz1859 9 лет назад

    can i use this instramental for a song.

  • @Brandon-rt4pp
    @Brandon-rt4pp 5 лет назад

    Are the keys sampled or replayed

  • @UnplugFromDeception
    @UnplugFromDeception 4 месяца назад

    Slams

  • @KvltKommando
    @KvltKommando 11 лет назад +1

    pretty close but tempo seems off

  • @starwarsboonokasinceday1yo44
    @starwarsboonokasinceday1yo44 5 лет назад

    My nigga

  • @kiidmolo6914
    @kiidmolo6914 9 лет назад

    Runn fofo cop got gun loaded fo MA odeh neva no

  • @skim1738
    @skim1738 11 лет назад

    sic.

  • @vegamiles27
    @vegamiles27 2 года назад

    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.

  • @starwarsboonokasinceday1yo44
    @starwarsboonokasinceday1yo44 5 лет назад

    Yo flow to then

  • @bennyjoesustaita666
    @bennyjoesustaita666 9 лет назад

    yes!!!!