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Great beat.

Ain't this what they've been waitin' for? You ready? Uh, uh I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked-up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists Seen my dreams unfold, nightmares come true It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do." If you want it, you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, 'fore them triggers squeeze I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lion-hearted They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm a artist No crawlin', went straight to walkin', with foreigns in my garages All foreign bitches ménagin', fuckin', suckin' and swallowin' Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em I did it without a album I did shit with Mariah Lil' nigga, I'm on fire Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I'm flyer When I bought the Rolls-Royce they thought it was leased Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater, rest in peace Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Phantom so big, can't even fit in the parking spot You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout? Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot I don't say a word, I don't say a word Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga Hold up, wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? When I bought that Aston Martin, y'all thought it was rented? Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach Double M, yeah, that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm lieutenant I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke That Lambo my new bitch, she don't ride like my Ghost I'm ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home 'Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around, get killed You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke, no All I know is murder, when it come to me I got young niggas that's rollin', I got niggas throwin' B's I done did the DOA's, I done did the KOD's Every time I'm in that bitch, I get to throwin' 30 G's But now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' We young niggas, we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin' This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin' I'm like, "Real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?" If you ain't about that murder game, then pussy nigga, shut up If you diss me in your raps I'll get yo' pussy-ass stuck up When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good Catch me down in MIA at that Heat game on wood With that Puma life on my feet like that little engine I could Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on 12 o'clock And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still callin' them shots And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flopped I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me Still on that hood shit, my Rolls-Royce on E They gon' remember me, I say remember me So much money, have yo' friends turn in yo' enemies And when there's beef I turn my enemies to memories With them bricks they go for 40, ain't no 10 a key Hold up, broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? It was somethin' about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick I'm gone Woo

I was 9 when this came out, summer 2000 a youngin on the block…NYC🗽

The beginning is from a video.

I need a version just when the beat drop and last for like 2 mins

This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Pearl Ayers - My Mind Right - Memphis Bleek Feat Ernesto Shaw DJ Clue & Ja-Rule [Produced By DJ Twinz] [Year: 2000] [Album: DJ Clue Presents: Backstage Mixtape: Music Inspired By The Film]

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NBA 2024 EA sports

Love tp fly scottybeamin been listening to u haller

This is just the original take without vocals the isolated Michael Bloomfield parts do exist on CZcams

This beat goes in history as one of the hardest beats EVERRRRR

I Care 'Bout You - Milestone - MP3 instrumental karaoke

Amazing 👏

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Sounds like an nba game main menu track 🔥

Ain't this what they've been waiting for? You ready? I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do" If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo" Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist No crawlin', went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garage Got foreign bitches menagin', fuckin', suckin', and swallowin' Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em I did it without an album I did shit with Mariah Lil' nigga I'm on fire Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm Flyer When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot You ain't talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout? Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot I don't say a word, I don't say a word Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented? Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke That Lambo, my new bitch, she don't ride like my ghost I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toast Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke All I know is murder, when it comes to me I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's I done did the DOAs, I done did the KODs Every time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's Now I'm hangin' out that drop head, I'm ridin' down on Collins They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin' We young niggas and we mobbin', like Batman and we're robbin' (Robin) This two-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin' I'm like real nigga what up, real nigga what up If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good Catch me down in MIA, at that heat game on wood With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock And they be throwin' deuces on the same nigga they watch And I'm the king of my city cause I'm still callin' them shots And these lames talkin' that bullshit the same niggas that flock I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot And these niggas hatin' on me, hoes waitin' on me Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E They gon' remember me, I say remember me So much money have ya friends turn into enemies And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up Broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? It was somethin' 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist Had me feelin' like that dope boy when he first touched that brick I'm gone

I would love to do a collaboration on this with bleek.

Straight classic!

Yo this is my fave banger son. That beat is so haaaaard

It's mad short video

2:01

1:37

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Ain't this what they've been waiting for? You ready? I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this So I had to grind like that to shine like this In a matter of time I spent on some locked up shit In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true It was time to marry the game and I said, "Yeah, I do" If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said, "Achoo" Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze I'm gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between Of what we started, lil' nigga but I'm lionhearted They love me when I was stuck and hated when I was departed I go and get it regardless, draw it like I'm an artist No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreign cars in my garage Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin' Anything for a dollar, they tell me get 'em, I got 'em I did it without an album I did shit with Mariah Lil' nigga I'm on fire Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I'm fly-er When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot Phantom so big, it can't even fit in the parking spot You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout? Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don't talk a lot I don't say a word, I don't say a word Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga Hold up wait a minute, y'all thought I was finished? When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented? Flexin' on these niggas, I'm like Popeye on his spinach Double M, yeah that's my team, Rozay the captain, I'm the lieutenant I'm the type to count a million cash then grind like I'm broke That Lambo, my new bitch, she'll ride like my Ghost I'm ridin' around my city with my hands strapped around my toes 'Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home 'Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked 'Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don't fuck around, no joke All I know is murder, when it comes to me I got young niggas that's rollin' I got niggas throwin' B's I done did the DOAs I done did the KODs Every time I'm in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's Now I'm hanging out that drop head, I'm riding down on Collins They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin' We young niggas and we mobbin' like Batman and we're Robin This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin' I'm that real nigga what up, real nigga what up If you ain't about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up If you diss me in yo' raps, I'll get your pussy ass stuck up When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain't good Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock And they be throwing deuces on the same nigga they watch And I'm the king of my city 'cause I'm still calling them shots And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped I'm the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot And these niggas hating on me, hoes waiting on me Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E They gon' remember me, I say remember me So much money have ya friends turn into enemies And with these beef I turn my enemies to memories With them bricks they go from 40 ain't no 10 a key, hold up Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick? It was something 'bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick I'm gone

Year 2001 January my Nissan Sentra GXE SPOTTING VEHICLES FOR TOW, BRIEF SIDE GIG. I USED TO BUMP THE LYRICAL VERSION ON THE TRACK IN MY RIDE

DJ Twinz produced this track

Best rap beat intro, period!!!!!

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Trips to the💈 Barbershop 🎄year 2000 it was in Phoenix Arizona 🌛🐸👮🌵🌴👷📷: I never saw the Film on that Fuji Camera June July year 2001. I never drove my 1999 Nissan Gxe out the state of Arizona I purchased it used in December of year 2000 a few days before Christmas from ABC NISSAN

It’s crazy how jay z murder this track

I was bumping this song at high volume in my Phoenix Arizona apartment during the year 2000 10227 North 32nd Lane apartment 235.

HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE...

If it wasn't for my dad the dream could never lease, that's why when I rip it's rest in peace, that's why if I'm sorry I am constant go ham cause I don't fuck with pbjs, I remember struggle days. I still have em. Why god in these struggle ways.Screw it. I'm past it, we letting go of troubled games risks, I don't take thoughs, you can't get close I love my clothes, nigga (don't u ever touch me) I put Bennett on 10 rugbys, ten whole balls from one cat in the junkies, Jakes, we don't talk to those I talk to josh, Drake is too close to opposition we don't even get close, if touch me. It better not a been my clothes u better stole my heart baby girl and showed me better hos and better goals.

My favorite beat

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Im about to murdet this

Wtf is your problem?

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Memphis Bleek Killed This Shit,

nice

Tuuuuuuune!

u must have worked hard on this. GJ

smooth beat!! :) excellent!