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We Need This In GTA 6 Soundtrack 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Its the perfect fuckin beat absolutely hands down the best beat ive ever heard

The best that ever done it still jamming 2024

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Fifty cent so personal

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A Masterpiece .

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G-Unit n Shady was on green light🔥🔥🔥🔥

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2024 ❤

❤ me encanta!!!!

"Buy you an outfit then take it back" Wtf 😂

Lyrics: Music, reality Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers Have a responsibility to these kids... Psych! [Eminem:] If I were to die, murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow, or show love? Or would it matter? Could never be the lead-off batter If there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battlin' But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate I done came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me for, a joke? You smoking crack? 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back I'll get up 'fore I get down Run myself in the ground, 'fore I put some wack shit out I'm tryna smack this one out the park: five-thousand mark Y'all steady tryna drown a shark Ain't gon' do nothing but piss me off Lid to the can of whip-ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull a piece out Fuck shooting, I'm just tryna knock his teeth out Fuck with me now, bitch; let's see you freestyle! Talk is cheap, motherfucker, if you really feelin' froggish, leap Yo, Slim, you gon' let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him skate with that Man, I hate this crap, this ain't rap This is crazy, the way we act when we confuse hip-hop With real life when the music stops [Swifty McVay:] Ain't no getting rid of McVay, if so, you would've tried The only way I'm leaving this bitch is suicide I have died clinically Arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessy Got drunk then I finished him I'm every nigga's favorite archenemy Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef I spark willingly, with a Dillinger in the dark, diligently I'm not what you think, I appear to be fucked up Mentally endangered; I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight To awake neighbours for acres I'll murder you; I gauge and have me turn into a mad man Son of Sam; bitch, I'm surgical I'm allergic to dying - you think not? You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops [Kon Artis:] I was happy having a deal at first Thought money would make me happy But it only made my pain worse It hurts when you see your friends Turn their back on you, dawg And you ain't got nothing left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Begging with their hands out Checking for your record when it's selling When it ain't, that's the end: no laughs, no friends No girls, just the gin you drink 'til your car spin You think "Damn!" when you slam into the wall And you fall out the car and try to crawl with one arm I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow Wonder would they even call? When the music stops [Kuniva:] Let's see how many of your men loyal When I pull up looking for you with a pistol Sipping a can of Pennzoil I'm revved up; who said what? When lead bust Your head just explode with red stuff, I'm handcuffed Tossed in the paddy-wagon Bragging about how you shouted like a coward Bullets devoured you, showered you niggas If I was you niggas, I'd run while given the chance Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man Death itself, it can't hurt me Just the thought of dying alone that really irks me You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop tryna walk how Gs walk before we spark Hug the floor while we playing tug-of-war with your life Fuck a tour and a mic, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife Deliver that shit that coroners like You hype, popping shit in broad daylight Nigga, you're a goner at night; when the music stops [Proof:] Instigators turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbors; wrist to razors Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk In the dark, my dogs all bark, like, "Woof!" Proof, nigga, I'm a wolf Get your whole roof caved in, like reindeer hoofs Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose The more y'all breathe, shit, the more I moves It's Hill Street: this is hardcore Blues Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues Or make the news, bet you all y'all move When the Uzi pop, you better drop, when the music stop [Bizarre:] Music has changed my life in so many ways Brain's confused, been fucked since the 5th grade LL told me to "Rock the Bells" NWA said "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jail Ninety-three was strictly R&B Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci Michael Jackson - who gon' tell me I ain't Mike? Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin' Priscilla tonight Flying down Sunset, smoking crack Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back M.O.P. had me grimey and gritty Marilyn Manson: I dyed my hair blue, and grew some titties Ludacris told me to throw them bows Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose And a fractured elbow Voices in my head, I'm going in shock I'm reaching for the Glock, but the music stops

Lyrics: Obie Trice, real name, no gimmicks Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside 'Round the outside, 'round the outside Two trailer park girls go round the outside 'Round the outside, 'round the outside Guess who's back Back again Shady's back Tell a friend Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back, guess who's back Guess who's back I've created a monster 'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more They want Shady, I'm chopped liver Well, if you want Shady, this what I'll give ya A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor Some vodka that'll jump-start my heart quicker Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the doctor when I'm not co-operating When I'm rocking the table while he's operating (hey!) You waited this long, now stop debating 'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney But your husband's heart problem's complicating So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me, so let me see They try to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty without me So come on and dip, bum on your lips Fuck that, cum on your lips and some on your tits And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy I just settled all my lawsuits Fuck you, Debbie! Now this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me Little hellions, kids feeling rebellious Embarrassed, their parents still listen to Elvis They start feeling like prisoners, helpless 'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells: Bitch! A visionary, vision is scary Could start a revolution, polluting the airwaves A rebel, so just let me revel and bask In the fact that I got everyone kissing my ass And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe For you to see so damn much of my ass, you asked for me? Well, I'm back (na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) Fix your bent antenna, tune it in, and then I'm gonna Enter in and up under your skin like a splinter The center of attention, back for the winter I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting Testing: Attention, please Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me? Now this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody, just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me A tisk-it a task-it, I'll go tit-for-tat with Anybody who's talking this shit and that shit Chris Kirkpatrick, you can get your ass kicked Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie You thirty-six-year-old bald headed fag, blow me You don't know me, you're too old, let go It's over, nobody listens to techno Now let's go, just give me the signal I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol But, sometimes, the shit just seems Everybody only wants to discuss me So this must mean I'm disgusting But it's just me, I'm just obscene Though I'm not the first king of controversy I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley To do black music so selfishly And use it to get myself wealthy (hey) There's a concept that works Twenty million other white rappers emerge But no matter how many fish in the sea It'd be so empty without me Now this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me I said this looks like a job for me So everybody just follow me 'Cause we need a little controversy 'Cause it feels so empty without me Kids!

Lyrics: You high, baby? Yeah Yeah? Talk to me You want me to tell you something? Uh, huh I know what you wanna hear I know you want me, baby I think I want you too (I think I love you, baby) I think I love you too I'm here to save you, girl Come be in Shady's world I wanna grow together Let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby You know I want you too They call me Superman I'm here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl Come be in Shady's world (Oh, boy, you drive me crazy) Bitch, you make me hurl They call me Superman Leap tall hoes in a single bound I'm single now, got no ring on this finger now I'll never let another chick bring me down In a relationship, save it, bitch! Babysit? You make me sick Superman ain't savin' shit Girl, you can jump on Shady's dick Straight from the hip, cut to the chase I'll tell a motherfuckin' slut to her face Play no games, say no names Ever since I broke up with what's-her-face I'm a different man, kiss my ass Kiss my lips, bitch, why ask? Kiss my dick, hit my cash I'd rather have you whip my ass Don't put out? I'll put you out Won't get out? I'll push you out Puss blew out, poppin' shit Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out Am I too nice? Buy you ice? Bitch, if you died, wouldn't buy you life What? You tryin' to be my new wife? What? You Mariah? Fly through twice But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow 'Til then just sit your drunk ass On that fuckin' runway, ho' I can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Your Superman, your Superman Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes It's no secret, everybody knows Yeah, we fucked, bitch, so what? That's about as far as your buddy goes We'll be friends, I'll call you again I'll chase you around every bar you attend Never know what kinda car I'll be in We'll see how much you'll be partyin' then You don't want that, neither do I I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys Too much pride between you and I Not a jealous man, but females lie But I guess that's just what sluts do How could it ever be just us two? I'd never love you enough to trust you We just met and I just fucked you But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow 'Til then just sit your drunk ass On that fuckin' runway, ho' I know you want me, baby I think I want you too (I think I love you, baby) I think I love you too I'm here to save you, girl Come be in Shady's world I wanna grow together Let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby You know I want you too They call me Superman I'm here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl Come be in Shady's world (Oh boy, you drive me crazy) Bitch, you make me hurl First thing you say: I'm not fazed I hang around big stars all day I don't see what the big deal is anyway You're just plain old Marshall to me Oh, yeah, girl, run that game Hailie Jade, I love that name Love that tattoo, what's that say? Rot In Pieces, uh, that's great First off, you don't know Marshall At all, so don't grow partial That's ammo for my arsenal I'll slap you off that bar stool There goes another lawsuit Leave handprints all across you Good Lordy, whoadie You must be gone off that water bottle You want what you can't have Oh, girl, that's too damn bad Don't touch what you can't grab End up with two backhands Put anthrax on a Tampax And slap you 'til you can't stand Girl, you just blew your chance Don't mean to ruin your plans But I do know one thing though Bitches, they come, they go Saturday through Sunday, Monday Monday through Sunday, yo Maybe I'll love you one day Maybe we'll someday grow 'Til then just sit your drunk ass On that fuckin' runway, ho' I know you want me, baby I think I want you too (I think I love you, baby) I think I love you too I'm here to save you, girl Come be in Shady's world I wanna grow together Let's let our love unfurl You know you want me, baby You know I want you too They call me Superman I'm here to rescue you I wanna save you, girl Come be in Shady's world (Oh boy, you drive me crazy) Bitch, you make me hurl I can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Your Superman, your Superman I can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman I can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Can't be your Superman Your Superman, your Superman

Yes! Memories of clubbing can’t beat those days we had,with some gin n juice.

This real or official?

I'm bumpin' this song loud right now. My wife and I are having problems.

Best add lips ever

Legendary 🏆🏆🕊🕊🕊

In my heart forever

50 on Pac time on here

The beat is good for 50, but no where near the quality for Pac. It’s a simple beat that bangs hard but lacks any real vibe like Pac did.

LISTEN TO THE FIRST WORDS OF THE ALBUM YOU FAINTLY HEAR SUGE SHOT ME!!! IN THE BACK GROUND CRAZY SHIT!!

DOG POUND!

Why didn't he realise the explicit version 😢

Best female verse ever

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I loved this at age 12. 😂

There will never a more influential artist like Pac ever again 🤷🏾‍♂️🔥🔥🔥

Best Snoop album

Pac ""KILLEDTHIS""!!!!!!!

TAMLA TANETTE MOORE IS THE MOST HIGH AND UNSTOPPABLE TOO..WE ARE ABORIGINAL PEOPLE OF TURTLE ISLAND..MOVE IN SILENCE.. LEAVE NO TRACE..ASE HEKA AMEN RA AHO MOORE NATION GRAND RISING KARMA 💥🙀 REST IN PEACE

RAP GENIUS is ur fri3end to understand the different layers of bars in this song and over all on an album like this of eminem and bad meets evil. super

Lot of haters saying just because Eminem produced this lp its not as hard get over the fact that he is white great is great no matter the color

It is amazing no words ❤

They dont make albums like this anymore. The skits were the best about Death Row.

NATE!!! D-O-DOUBLE G!!!!!

Best em ont imo

2024

Diddy did it

"Thank fuck I was smoking crack all day and doped up off coke and smack!" :D

Yea Lloyd was nice on most of his verses!

BAAAHHH Why YOU LET BIZARRE RAP?

Uno de mis favoritos Cladico Épico

Épico

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