Yeah, we back Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor The back room with just the one little small window, nigga The light be comin' through it in the morning Old-ass walls and shit But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it Yeah, I'm workin' Yeah, I'm workin', nigga Look, it's the return of the Mr. Burn Suckers Not herpes infested, just perfectly blessed with A style that you can't F with, protection recommended 'Cause Cole the definition of a weapon that can end it You know, mass destruction when I mash the button I take your favorite major rapper, left him independent Cryin' in the corner 'Cause I ain't into sorta kinda, dissin' niggas I'm borderline addicted to slaughter Line up niggas in order Of who you think can really fuck with me most Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost Ain't no need for discussion If they weren't talking 'bout the bread These motherfuckers be toast Clap at the fake deep rappers The OG gatekeep rappers The would-you-take-a-break-please rappers Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate these rappers Especially the amateur eight week rappers Lil' whatever-just another short bus rapper Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers Get exposed standin' next to 6'4" rappers The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork rappers Chosen by the white man, you hipster rappers I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers with that Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers, I'm back Never knew a nigga that was better Revenue, I'm good at gettin' cheddar Reminisce on days I didn't eat If it's meant to be, then it'll be If it's not, then fuck it, I'mma try Ain't no need to ask the Father why, no 'Cause one day everybody gotta die One day everybody gotta die, oh One day everybody gotta die One day everybody gotta die, my nigga, my nigga
Hanno ucciso l’uomo ragno chi sia stato non si sa Forse quelli di death row forse l’autenticità Sai già di chi sto parlando, del grasso o di due pacchi Di sicuro non quello del wu tang che gioca a scacchi Il fatto è successo nel 96 e 97 L’hanno ucciso in un driveby non a colpi di accetti I loro lavoro verranno studiati dalle sette Nati a new york e poi subito a far work facevano i cypher per poter mangiare ma se perdevi ti ti scassavano di botte Svegli tutta la notte senza buonanotte in quelle grotte Con le mamme di crack fatte ma sono usciti dall’inferno Adesso sono morti ma il segno ci sarà in eterno
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This beat is so f****** fire like I can't even think to start even writing a song to it like real talk
This was sampled and the same sample was used in the song me against the world by tupac but you cant hear it properly
Goats 🐐
Didn’t j dilla also use the same sample?
To be completely hones wit chu
I dont even know
Yes he did!!
The_Second_Pac 2 🤣 WHAT U DOING HERE MATE 🤣🤣
it’s from a tribe called quest originally....
Yesssssirrrrrrr
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Yeah, we back
Back in Muhammad crib, nigga, top floor
The back room with just the one little small window, nigga
The light be comin' through it in the morning
Old-ass walls and shit
But it's just like I remember, just like I wanted it
Yeah, I'm workin'
Yeah, I'm workin', nigga
Look, it's the return of the Mr. Burn Suckers
Not herpes infested, just perfectly blessed with
A style that you can't F with, protection recommended
'Cause Cole the definition of a weapon that can end it
You know, mass destruction when I mash the button
I take your favorite major rapper, left him independent
Cryin' in the corner
'Cause I ain't into sorta kinda, dissin' niggas
I'm borderline addicted to slaughter
Line up niggas in order
Of who you think can really fuck with me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no need for discussion
If they weren't talking 'bout the bread
These motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake deep rappers
The OG gatekeep rappers
The would-you-take-a-break-please rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur eight week rappers
Lil' whatever-just another short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers
Get exposed standin' next to 6'4" rappers
The streets don't fuck with you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man, you hipster rappers
I reload the clip, then I hit more rappers with that
Straight shittin' on these piss-poor rappers, I'm back
Never knew a nigga that was better
Revenue, I'm good at gettin' cheddar
Reminisce on days I didn't eat
If it's meant to be, then it'll be
If it's not, then fuck it, I'mma try
Ain't no need to ask the Father why, no
'Cause one day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, oh
One day everybody gotta die
One day everybody gotta die, my nigga, my nigga
clean as fuck baby
Love day
Are you
Monotized
Hanno ucciso l’uomo ragno chi sia stato non si sa
Forse quelli di death row forse l’autenticità
Sai già di chi sto parlando, del grasso o di due pacchi
Di sicuro non quello del wu tang che gioca a scacchi
Il fatto è successo nel 96 e 97
L’hanno ucciso in un driveby non a colpi di accetti
I loro lavoro verranno studiati dalle sette
Nati a new york e poi subito a far work
facevano i cypher per poter mangiare ma se perdevi ti ti scassavano di botte
Svegli tutta la notte senza buonanotte in quelle grotte
Con le mamme di crack fatte ma sono usciti dall’inferno
Adesso sono morti ma il segno ci sarà in eterno