i keep the lord on my mind when i'm in this game sinnin its best to do so at all times when your steadily sinkin and theres no way out you take a leap of faith through them dark clouds and your struggle can sustain what life puts out
one night is how i see every night, it could be the night i dissappear out of sight, the street demon is callin, me an the street got beef so we brawlin, the street heat got the grim repper crawlin, to many bodies for him to be haulin, a clean street start off each day with the light for the people, who instead raise up their head, instead of inasbordination, one life long dedication, they got out the game to earn an education. you got one night to get it right, one night to live the next bright
im a 15 year old rapper thats from the I.E, coming threw them Onterio streets, at rapping im a beast, and at school im always free styling, im always doing my thing, i rap and see what people think, i wonder who will i be, in the future im still gonna do me, maybe ill be the rap king, or king of the underground, i always be repping my town, that Onterio where everyone is down, where no bitch is aloud, but i keep my head help up high, smoke that kush until im in the sky,
[Hook: Andrea Martin] I only fuck with you, on two occasions When I'm drunk, when I'm high I would be broke, if I would be with you That is why it's fo' one night [Verse 1: The Game] I'm a motherfucking gangbanging nightmare, wake up motherfuckers I traded in my white Nike Airs For a red pair of Converse, back to the hood My own niggas acting like I turned my back on the hood I used my rap money to put crack in the hood Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood I showed niggas the Bentley then let you drive it Gone for two days and I ain't even check the mileage When we was fighting with Crips it wasn't about no dollars It was about selling dope to put our kids through college I'm sitting on the block, reminiscing for hours Wiping my tears cause now half of my niggas is cowards And I was still fuckin with niggas After I got shot and didn't get one hospital visit My homey Snoop told me it'd be days like this It hurt my heart, to say this shit [Hook] [Verse 2: The Game] Red bandana in my back pocket, I'm for real This ain't a pastel color khaki suit, and I ain't Pharrell I don't front about shit I pull my gun up out shit And let everything fly to keep my son up outta this I thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap Remember, the bulletholes in my son's car seat My baby momma found four shells I ain't get one "keep your head up," all I got was "keep it real" 'Keep it real' my niggas? Last year alone I spent one point five mill' on my niggas After the bullshit, I stayed right there Took you to award shows, there go Jay right there, where? Right there! I had all you niggas in suits, cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs I'm supposed to enjoy this shit but it's quite clear The last twelve months been a fucking nightmare [Hook] [Verse 3: The Game] This shit worse than arguing with my bitch I done been through mo' ups and downs, than the Impala switch Get yo hand out my pocket nigga, go fish I was born by myself so I don't owe y'all shit Nigga you tell me, what you want me to do Drop my son off at home and come bang wit'chu? Oh now it's fuck Game, nah nigga fuck you I put that on my life, matter fact, that's on Piru And the reality is, I could die too And end up in the cemetery, right beside you, we can both rot Angels flying over my headstone, but the devils inside yo' box You wanted my shine so I gave you ice Then I gave you a second chance and you played me twice Couldn't be a real homeboy to save yo' life I shoulda took Dr. Dre's advice
every one thought he had more nights to live, he once had a wife but now some kids, but he left them on his way up,its like everyone in the contry gave a face, watchin an stalkin Michael Jackson out there mouth, i never thought this would be the way he'd see it out, so i'm speechless i confess, he was to me the greatest, the best, better than the rest, original king since i grew up in my teens, once had a dream to br the great king, he was a thrilla, now he beat it to the grave digga
see i gotta a lil money now they all wanna hate i aint got enuff food to put on everybody plate i can only take, those with me that stood by my side the ones in my inner circle not those outside put your self in my situation an understand how i feel nah they'd rather be quick at the mouth sayin aint keepin it real i changed, i aint the same, i let the money take control of my brain how come those around me don't complain, rich or poor they stayed the same so they remain
preach,preach,my homies teach lessons to fam reppin my land the words spreaden like jam testen the clan,dead from the weapons of man let the best in & rap when pressin on gats i spit higher then the rap legends on crack send me to hell & back thru the heavens im trapped
Everyone was crying when the 2pac funeral was done, so much hate, cant even blame it on the fuckin gun, happened in a flash, like someone just threw a stun.. Grenade, cut familys apart like a blade, 2pac was there when rap was made, now he left, just wish he stayed, same for Biggie, and almost 50, Eazy E why you have to go like that, such a good person, even tho you where packin gats, the game just begun, and you left too fast..
I try man I try real hard but the reality of this life has got me mentally scared and fills like ive give 10years behind bars trying to keep my head a float so my kids can wear nice clothes and paying my moms bills and the pain of my gramps dyig still kills never heels but im just gonna have to keep I real and keep moving that rock in those four wheels until the worlds stands still and my people can stand ill free just waiting for the day the clean up Africa and the world is aids free
if I can turn back the hands of time be like J fox and go back in time, i'd do things different, smoke more haze that I be doing today cuz All I do is remenise about back in the day, its hard to live life today, cuz life is easier to remember about yesterday.. shit! im drunk n high, most niggas thinks this is life! but think twice, cuz you only live life once, fuck livin nine lives and the afterlife, our souls belong to god, and no one else can hold that crown..
Smoking herb is the thing to do Let the smoke out let the thc go through you And put U in a coma Coma as in ur stoned from this strong aroma Bust out a forty you knew i was gonna take off the cap, tilt it back, chill and relax Yes I'm high, and tipsy So when i speak please bare wit me I see things like waves, I see black knights chillin with spades, We playin cards, I feel great like an Mc winning awards, and the words that i type might not sound right, U would understand if u were here 2night
All i c is victory Im a shine in the history books ,If you don't wanna ride,thats you Understand that its the cash that rules aint no prison in my visions I got..Ambitions of havin jets n jewels recline smoke a grass n look .. im Livin lavish ,legendary gettin punks savaged im ballin hard countin cash loungin freshed up im flauntin cabbage, yealouz niggaz got their gats clutched they get itchy we get itchy too im drunk tipsy on the crisy too,so damn right we gone hit ya crew times ova
rep tell i die/ smoke weed tell i caint see out my eyes/ still wishen u were here still/ naw niggaz dont shed tearz/ imma stay true to u and da game/ even though it brangz alot of pain/ when i go down in history remember my name/ chilln wid da homiez on da block/ sell'n weed, slangin rockz/ reminenz about 2 pac/ i could never take his place/ but i know i'm not gonna make da same mistakes/ damn i wont all dis fame/ nigga i caint b tames/ cuz once i go off u'll remember my name!!!
Feel free to break loose when injecting your serum/- Drums with roots so… deep U can’t Hear em’/- 8-O-8 claps with no interior/- Just a minor setback - then feeling delirious/- It’s fucking ridiculous - I’m feeling superior/- Close ya eyes to the only criteria/- Passing as judgment on your call/- A method - MAN - that’s all you’ll recall/- Cause when guns are drawn - we all will mourn/- HIP-HOP as nothing you ever seen before/-
bustin mission after mission i get on my knees and ask god why all this misery that i see i aint afraid of death look at him str8 i the eyes letem know u dealin wit the best from the wicked west no more stress u cant get me stressd so i inhale to the dome snortin railz to the dome fuck wit me u crossd the line fuck ur bullet proof vest im aimin str8 for ur dome ill seeu on the other side one day we all gonna die lost soldadados tales from the sick side
weed smoke, lack of motivation, to cut the crop I've been cultivating, i mean my patience, well must have been laziness, I'm stressed, inhale blow the haze off ya cheats, dead that put it to rest,
yea..1minute is all i need n ofcourse cant forget bout the weed yea the weed some call it marijuana sometimes its green like iguanas my rolemodels are the druglords in tijuana... yea druglords...private planes n tons connected wit killrs wit pirate names n dons but fu(k that sh!t...lets get back to the simple ki's im just a simple man suplyin a simple need dificult laws fo a simple deed dificult years fo a simple greed
Cuz I was, miunderstood in the hood since they day I was born/ a young thug looking for love, but never quite known/ Sworn, to the hennessey, firing at my enemies, murder me,murder me/ is what i scream i dream to bust, dream to crush mother fuckers lives and hopes/ just to cope with my anger/ choke on peverivial gun smoke from the highest of lokes/ yo lifes in danger/ provoke and my bullets be no stranger
i still wish i had time to play/its useless to want something good to stay/I gotta reach for the sky/dont ask me why/even if i miss i'll still be among the stars/better than fucking waiting behind bars/have a big house and a white picket fence/I'll come up/and that makes sense/homies slanging, they had wads of cash/now they just smoking hash/a short high all in the pursuit of a good time/I got out of it, I never wanted to lie or steal/dont let anything stop you from winning/and thats the real
ill rhyme schemes/my minds mean my life seems/just a dream that twist sick shit/ at night i scream i fight for cream/ but not to floss/ its just to live any fuck i give is something big it sucks to live
since day one you was cheap/beggin ta get on the blunt wit not one seat/takin my chair/playin wit cha hair like a female do/askin questions all day like a female do/i do ma thing/no more fun and games/
The game plays by it's own rules Anyone who try's to change them are fools Live by the motto booty and booze Need to sleep with a gun when i sleep i guess i'm in to deep fighting with others for control of these streets But i guess that's why they called me the elite My opponents can never take the heat I will never admit defeat The game changed and so do i everyday we fighting to survive trying to get that paper so we can live the high life -UK Rapper- Big up America
i hate how everybody has the instrumental or some dumb version of them freestyling that nobody wants to hear...nobody has the actual song with Game rapping on it?
@kain702 sometimes mans just wanna express themselves, im sure u must have heard of freedom of speech, you have a choice of wether u wanna read these raps so please don't try to inhibit peoples rights
●You say Soulja Boy, I say Ice Cube /▌ You say Jim Jones, I say Tupac. / \ You say Rick Ross, I say Snoop Dogg ●/ You say Flo Rida, I say The Game /▌ You say UNK, I say NWA / \ Copy/Paste if you still listen to real hip hop
PLZZZZ stop acting like you're real and everyone else are ruining hip-hop. I mic too and the verses in the comments don't mean shit. I wasn't trying to prove I can spit or w/e, I just did it cauz.. I just did.. I wouldn't disgrace b-ball by playing 21 the same way I wouldn't disgrace rap by writing a verse on RUclips... It's a lot lower than actually recording your shit, but it don't mean shit either, as simple as that
@SoSunnyV I got you, but these guys actually think their like - good rappers. What the fuck man? If you were an actual rapper, you wouldn't be on the comments section of youtube writing some bullshit that doesn't even go along with the beat. Im sure you have a hobby where competition is apart of what you do, whether it b sports, ect. what if some dude that sucks really thought he was da best in da world and u been praticin for years. Wouldnt u b tempted to tell him otherwise?
you other rappers never spit it real,so they call on nuky, i was learnin how to rap,an u biters playin hooky,trial an treat me like a booky,but im black so its usual,put chains on my wrists,and ill show u a musical,ill give you disputables,why obama get in office,why nigahz spittin bull,is out here makin all the profits,they steady fillin up the coffins,wit wat i call hip hop,turnin girls on like a faucet,2 months later they drip drop.
●You say Soulja Boy, I say Ice Cube /▌ You say Jim Jones, I say Tupac. / \ You say Rick Ross, I say Snoop Dogg ●/ You say Flo Rida, I say The Game /▌ You say UNK, I say NWA / \ Copy/Paste if you still listen to real hip hop
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one of the best beats eva !
#GodOverMoney
AbgaR classic
EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
All time fave such a deep meaning to this song
Nottz is SUPER underrated
he did beats for canibus aswll and they are all fire.
This was produced by Nottz incase anyone was wondering
Thanks for the tip, stay up.
Big up thanks
Love that Horn!!!
Man I miss this type of westcoast music!
And here I am again August 2024. This Instrumental is a piece of Art.
Crazy ass beat plus the hook!! Shout out to Nottz!!
best beats on this album
Dope instrumental!!!
holy shit this song is amazing
dam.. yesss
classic👀
Takes me back........thinking about a lot of pain.........
FUERTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
0:39 🙂↕️🙂↕️
STACK BUNDLES OWNS THIS BEAT. R.I.P.
i keep the lord on my mind
when i'm in this game sinnin
its best to do so at all times
when your steadily sinkin
and theres no way out
you take a leap of faith through them dark clouds
and your struggle can sustain
what life puts out
Andy
I know you want this for life
Taking pictures with all my ice
Really OG
THIS SHIT FLAME
Nice work dude
one night is how i see every night, it could be the night i dissappear out of sight, the street demon is callin, me an the street got beef so we brawlin, the street heat got the grim repper crawlin, to many bodies for him to be haulin, a clean street start off each day with the light for the people, who instead raise up their head, instead of inasbordination, one life long dedication, they got out the game to earn an education. you got one night to get it right, one night to live the next bright
Nice one jordan
The real OG
DOPE KINGAME
Thanks ;)
cuuuuuuuuudo
new song is friends for life
the game e monstro som pesado
this shit is defly a banger godam
its produced by Nottz
NOTTTTTZZZ!!!!!!!!!!
Fucking Nottz!! ✊🏼 🙏🏼
im a 15 year old rapper thats from the I.E,
coming threw them Onterio streets,
at rapping im a beast,
and at school im always free styling,
im always doing my thing,
i rap and see what people think,
i wonder who will i be,
in the future im still gonna do me,
maybe ill be the rap king,
or king of the underground,
i always be repping my town,
that Onterio where everyone is down,
where no bitch is aloud,
but i keep my head help up high,
smoke that kush until im in the sky,
Ur 27 now wassup
good to listen alone IN THE CAR
Stack Bundles killed this beat!
true
Doctors Advocate was my jail album in 2012..
Nice loop
[Hook: Andrea Martin]
I only fuck with you, on two occasions
When I'm drunk, when I'm high
I would be broke, if I would be with you
That is why it's fo' one night
[Verse 1: The Game]
I'm a motherfucking gangbanging nightmare, wake up motherfuckers
I traded in my white Nike Airs
For a red pair of Converse, back to the hood
My own niggas acting like I turned my back on the hood
I used my rap money to put crack in the hood
Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre back to the hood
I showed niggas the Bentley then let you drive it
Gone for two days and I ain't even check the mileage
When we was fighting with Crips it wasn't about no dollars
It was about selling dope to put our kids through college
I'm sitting on the block, reminiscing for hours
Wiping my tears cause now half of my niggas is cowards
And I was still fuckin with niggas
After I got shot and didn't get one hospital visit
My homey Snoop told me it'd be days like this
It hurt my heart, to say this shit
[Hook]
[Verse 2: The Game]
Red bandana in my back pocket, I'm for real
This ain't a pastel color khaki suit, and I ain't Pharrell
I don't front about shit I pull my gun up out shit
And let everything fly to keep my son up outta this
I thought you loved me nigga, talk is cheap
Remember, the bulletholes in my son's car seat
My baby momma found four shells
I ain't get one "keep your head up," all I got was "keep it real"
'Keep it real' my niggas?
Last year alone I spent one point five mill' on my niggas
After the bullshit, I stayed right there
Took you to award shows, there go Jay right there, where? Right there!
I had all you niggas in suits, cleaner than a pair of fresh Nike Airs
I'm supposed to enjoy this shit but it's quite clear
The last twelve months been a fucking nightmare
[Hook]
[Verse 3: The Game]
This shit worse than arguing with my bitch
I done been through mo' ups and downs, than the Impala switch
Get yo hand out my pocket nigga, go fish
I was born by myself so I don't owe y'all shit
Nigga you tell me, what you want me to do
Drop my son off at home and come bang wit'chu?
Oh now it's fuck Game, nah nigga fuck you
I put that on my life, matter fact, that's on Piru
And the reality is, I could die too
And end up in the cemetery, right beside you, we can both rot
Angels flying over my headstone, but the devils inside yo' box
You wanted my shine so I gave you ice
Then I gave you a second chance and you played me twice
Couldn't be a real homeboy to save yo' life
I shoulda took Dr. Dre's advice
@VolvoEP Nottz it's produced by Nottz
everybody who smoke , think their rappers
no giftet fools back stabbers
these lyrics got me all mad, so i hit the spliff once, and im glad ... ha-ha
imma use this instrumental on my Graffiti video im making. :D
TE TASTE IS REAL
every one thought he had more nights to live, he once had a wife but now some kids, but he left them on his way up,its like everyone in the contry gave a face, watchin an stalkin Michael Jackson out there mouth, i never thought this would be the way he'd see it out, so i'm speechless i confess, he was to me the greatest, the best, better than the rest, original king since i grew up in my teens, once had a dream to br the great king, he was a thrilla, now he beat it to the grave digga
Oh shit jordan
see i gotta a lil money now they all wanna hate
i aint got enuff food to put on everybody plate
i can only take, those with me that stood by my side
the ones in my inner circle not those outside
put your self in my situation an understand how i feel
nah they'd rather be quick at the mouth sayin aint keepin it real
i changed, i aint the same, i let the money take control of my brain
how come those around me don't complain, rich or poor they stayed the same
so they remain
preach,preach,my homies teach lessons to fam
reppin my land the words spreaden like jam
testen the clan,dead from the weapons of man
let the best in & rap when pressin on gats
i spit higher then the rap legends on crack
send me to hell & back thru the heavens im trapped
Wat up Nottz!!
Everyone was crying when the 2pac funeral was done, so much hate, cant even blame it on the fuckin gun, happened in a flash, like someone just threw a stun.. Grenade, cut familys apart like a blade, 2pac was there when rap was made, now he left, just wish he stayed, same for Biggie, and almost 50, Eazy E why you have to go like that, such a good person, even tho you where packin gats, the game just begun, and you left too fast..
I try man I try real hard but the reality of this life has got me mentally scared and fills like ive give 10years behind bars trying to keep my head a float so my kids can wear nice clothes and paying my moms bills and the pain of my gramps dyig still kills never heels but im just gonna have to keep I real and keep moving that rock in those four wheels until the worlds stands still and my people can stand ill free just waiting for the day the clean up Africa and the world is aids free
How are ur kids and mom now 😊
if I can turn back the hands of time be like J fox and go back in time, i'd do things different, smoke more haze that I be doing today cuz All I do is remenise about back in the day, its hard to live life today, cuz life is easier to remember about yesterday.. shit! im drunk n high, most niggas thinks this is life! but think twice, cuz you only live life once, fuck livin nine lives and the afterlife, our souls belong to god, and no one else can hold that crown..
I'm working on it
Smoking herb is the thing to do
Let the smoke out let the thc go through you
And put U in a coma Coma as in ur stoned from this strong aroma
Bust out a forty you knew i was gonna take off the cap, tilt it back, chill and relax
Yes I'm high, and tipsy So when i speak please bare wit me I see things like waves, I see black knights chillin with spades, We playin cards, I feel great like an Mc winning awards, and the words that i type might not sound right, U would understand if u were here 2night
Easy to loop the song
The 68 dislikes must be Crip n***as lol
ahahahahahah
I just wrote some cold shit too this
Whatever they do -- they'll never get as high as me
Attack strength defence like say I'm using piety
shit bars 😂
All i c is victory Im a shine in the history books ,If you don't wanna ride,thats you
Understand that its the cash that rules
aint no prison in my visions I got..Ambitions of havin jets n jewels
recline smoke a grass n look ..
im Livin lavish ,legendary gettin punks savaged
im ballin hard countin cash loungin freshed up
im flauntin cabbage, yealouz niggaz got their gats clutched
they get itchy we get itchy too
im drunk tipsy on the crisy too,so damn right we gone hit ya crew
times ova
this shit is good to rap to
rep tell i die/ smoke weed tell i caint see out my eyes/ still wishen u were here still/ naw niggaz dont shed tearz/ imma stay true to u and da game/ even though it brangz alot of pain/ when i go down in history remember my name/ chilln wid da homiez on da block/ sell'n weed, slangin rockz/ reminenz about 2 pac/ i could never take his place/ but i know i'm not gonna make da same mistakes/ damn i wont all dis fame/ nigga i caint b tames/ cuz once i go off u'll remember my name!!!
prod. by nottz. i think, cuz it was on best of nottz album.
What is the sample
Feel free to break loose when injecting your serum/-
Drums with roots so… deep U can’t Hear em’/-
8-O-8 claps with no interior/-
Just a minor setback - then feeling delirious/-
It’s fucking ridiculous - I’m feeling superior/-
Close ya eyes to the only criteria/-
Passing as judgment on your call/-
A method - MAN - that’s all you’ll recall/-
Cause when guns are drawn - we all will mourn/-
HIP-HOP as nothing you ever seen before/-
Does anyone know how to get the drums to bounce like that?
it's all in the hihats
If you got fruity try add a tiny bit of swing as well as how you pattern your hi hats with delay , experiment 😎
bustin mission after mission i get on my knees and ask god why all this misery that i see i aint afraid of death look at him str8 i the eyes letem know u dealin wit the best from the wicked west no more stress u cant get me stressd so i inhale to the dome snortin railz to the dome fuck wit me u crossd the line fuck ur bullet proof vest im aimin str8 for ur dome ill seeu on the other side one day we all gonna die lost soldadados tales from the sick side
weed smoke, lack of motivation, to cut the crop I've been cultivating, i mean my patience, well must have been laziness, I'm stressed, inhale blow the haze off ya cheats, dead that put it to rest,
@sirLEVITSKY
sick
how did u get this instrumental man?
12 years later I'm having the same question
yea..1minute is all i need
n ofcourse cant forget bout the weed
yea the weed some call it marijuana
sometimes its green like iguanas
my rolemodels are the druglords in tijuana...
yea druglords...private planes n tons
connected wit killrs wit pirate names n dons
but fu(k that sh!t...lets get back to the simple ki's
im just a simple man suplyin a simple need
dificult laws fo a simple deed
dificult years fo a simple greed
Family Heights 5280 MOB WsRBB Reli B
Mafia Luv . $uport Blood
I’m sueing
Cuz I was, miunderstood in the hood since they day I was born/
a young thug looking for love, but never quite known/
Sworn, to the hennessey, firing at my enemies, murder me,murder me/
is what i scream i dream to bust, dream to crush mother fuckers lives and hopes/
just to cope with my anger/
choke on peverivial gun smoke from the highest of lokes/
yo lifes in danger/
provoke and my bullets be no stranger
i still wish i had time to play/its useless to want something good to stay/I gotta reach for the sky/dont ask me why/even if i miss i'll still be among the stars/better than fucking waiting behind bars/have a big house and a white picket fence/I'll come up/and that makes sense/homies slanging, they had wads of cash/now they just smoking hash/a short high all in the pursuit of a good time/I got out of it, I never wanted to lie or steal/dont let anything stop you from winning/and thats the real
Jus spit something to this beat its called "THE MOMENT" on my channel
ill rhyme schemes/my minds mean
my life seems/just a dream
that twist sick shit/ at night i scream
i fight for cream/
but not to floss/ its just to live
any fuck i give is something big
it sucks to live
can i use it?//
since day one you was cheap/beggin ta get on the blunt wit not one seat/takin my chair/playin wit cha hair like a female do/askin questions all day like a female do/i do ma thing/no more fun and games/
The game plays by it's own rules
Anyone who try's to change them are fools
Live by the motto booty and booze
Need to sleep with a gun when i sleep
i guess i'm in to deep
fighting with others for control of these streets
But i guess that's why they called me the elite
My opponents can never take the heat
I will never admit defeat
The game changed and so do i
everyday we fighting to survive
trying to get that paper so we can live the high life
-UK Rapper-
Big up America
i hate how everybody has the instrumental or some dumb version of them freestyling that nobody wants to hear...nobody has the actual song with Game rapping on it?
@kain702 sometimes mans just wanna express themselves, im sure u must have heard of freedom of speech, you have a choice of wether u wanna read these raps so please don't try to inhibit peoples rights
●You say Soulja Boy, I say Ice Cube
/▌ You say Jim Jones, I say Tupac.
/ \ You say Rick Ross, I say Snoop Dogg
●/ You say Flo Rida, I say The Game
/▌ You say UNK, I say NWA
/ \ Copy/Paste if you still listen to real hip hop
NOTTZ
i know thats what im saying!
OK IM STAPING OF THE STOFE BUT OLD OLD THEN YOUR THEN OUR 4
PLZZZZ stop acting like you're real and everyone else are ruining hip-hop. I mic too and the verses in the comments don't mean shit. I wasn't trying to prove I can spit or w/e, I just did it cauz.. I just did.. I wouldn't disgrace b-ball by playing 21 the same way I wouldn't disgrace rap by writing a verse on RUclips... It's a lot lower than actually recording your shit, but it don't mean shit either, as simple as that
haha yea i feel u, but some people do it for fun. Cant stop it, You only wasting your time making these comments.
this is just a loop of the song...not a real instrumental
@SoSunnyV I got you, but these guys actually think their like - good rappers. What the fuck man? If you were an actual rapper, you wouldn't be on the comments section of youtube writing some bullshit that doesn't even go along with the beat. Im sure you have a hobby where competition is apart of what you do, whether it b sports, ect. what if some dude that sucks really thought he was da best in da world and u been praticin for years. Wouldnt u b tempted to tell him otherwise?
2 all "youtube comment rappers" PLEASE STOP DOIN IT, IT'S A DISGRACE 2 HIP HOP AND ANYONE WHO IS ACTUALLY GRINDIN 4 DIS RAP SHIT!
you other rappers never spit it real,so they call on nuky,
i was learnin how to rap,an u biters playin hooky,trial an treat me like a booky,but im black so its usual,put chains on my wrists,and ill show u a musical,ill give you disputables,why obama get in office,why nigahz spittin bull,is out here makin all the profits,they steady fillin up the coffins,wit wat i call hip hop,turnin girls on like a faucet,2 months later they drip drop.
What a trampy front garden.....
Before biggiez ghost
Outchea loafz
Coast to coast
Bumpin trackz
Definition of rap
●You say Soulja Boy, I say Ice Cube
/▌ You say Jim Jones, I say Tupac.
/ \ You say Rick Ross, I say Snoop Dogg
●/ You say Flo Rida, I say The Game
/▌ You say UNK, I say NWA
/ \ Copy/Paste if you still listen to real hip hop