"Live At the Spot" is a 2007 collaboration betweem Mobb frequent collaborator Un Pacino and the late, great Prodigy. Off of Un Pacino's "The Last Don" album.
The Lox x Raekwon And Ghostface Killah - Wu Block (Prod. RZA) (Classic Audio) (CC)
"Wu Block" is a 2011 RZA produced masterpiece collaboration from Wu Tang Clan emcees Raekwon, Ghostface Killah and The Lox (Sheek Louch, Jadakiss and Styles P)
G-Unit 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo - That's What's Up (Classic Audio) (Guess Who's Back LP)
50 Cent, Tony Yayo and Lloyd Banks, the three original members of G-Unit. They're run which includes classic albums and mixtapes will never be duplicated.
"That's What's Up" is pure audio heroin off of 50 Cent's 2002 "Guess Who's Back" project.
Lyrics:
(Chorus- Banks) G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeayou no my gun -bozarcool come back naggae,respect a gun city fly my yellow dream sleep for cheak to me
(50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x)
(50 Cent) I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up
(Lloyd Banks) Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray See every now and then I smile just not today In my hood they let the choppers spray Somebody probably got shot today I named em pop when niggas surfboard You ain't stoppin me dawg Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords You will, die by the gun if you ain't droppin ya sword I got tattoos as well as lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin with red darts Beef, you a target Cause when we come at yo ass, Aladdin won't be the only one the carpet Man you wanna play wit a ringer? I ain't a peoples person I'll give my next door neighbor the finger (fuck you) Even though I got the shit in the stores I'm like a nigga that borrow clothes Bitch, I'm tryin to get in ya draws Man I'll dump a whole clip in ya mans braids Pussys love Nelly, he made it look cool to wear bandaids I'm blowin on damn haze All of a sudden I'm gassed, cause I'm on the radio and I can't wave If you ain't up on thangs Lloyd Banks is the name, G-Units the game Now I know to keep low when the heat blow I'll have niggas post up on ya block like I'm shootin the free throw Still get the green from P-dro, better known as Pedro I'm ghetto like a patty ya egg-roll Yea they feinin to stick me, they don't know the nina's is wit me Snuck in wit Christina and Brittney You only spend time at the mall On New Years eve a body drops around the same time as the ball (yea)
(50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) That's what's up
(50 Cent) Keep thinkin I'm candy Ain't nuttin sweet about me Nigaas talkin in the pens and in the street about me Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make Cause my diesel will make fiends do the up-town shake I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor They say "God bless the child that could hold his own" You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make I got a ruger on my hip You ain't gotta like or love me but you gone respect me You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me 12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin Look homie I'm down for that day-time action Keep thinkin it's a game time in front of ya home Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea)
(Tony Yayo) Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy And even though the kid rappin I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on Every single night me and my mack get our groove on Don't get moved on Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts Then breeze through ya projects When the coke come back It's the China White And the d don't sweat us in a bag a rice Let's ride O T And burn the tape I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank Since Yayo be a fearless man I donate my heart to them niggas that ran And, those niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous They rather see my moms make funeral arangements I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you niggas Prepare for class Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps
(Banks) Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga G-Unit nigga We about to gorrilla this industry man Yall niggas better know Yall niggas better fear us nigga Word to my mother nigga Fuck yall niggas wanna do 1 2 4 nigga G-Unit 50 Cent Tony Yayo Lloyd Banks nigga Bllllatttt
Classic King Push in-studio video at Shade 45 with the late, great DJ Kay Slay for the song "Blocka" featuring Popcaan and Travis Scott off of Pusha's 2013 "Wrath of Caine" project.
[Intro: Popcaan] Dis type ah shit happen everyday All dem a gwaan dem heart softer than clay None ah dem have the guts to rise it and spray None ah dem have the guts to bust the SK
[Chorus: Travis Scott] I got diamonds on my blocka Serve it to my flocka Yeah, that's my flocka To my flocka Pray to Lord on my shotta She be proper Yeah, that's my flocka
[Verse 1: Pusha T] All praise to the most high on both sides I pray to God, I pray for hard, I won't lie Multi cause I'm dope-tied, convo and a boat ride Rent-a-cars for the whole month, drop Porsche money, no co-sign Yuugh, my records ain't got to sell, nigga Woo, go diamond off of my cell, nigga Give a fuck what you sells, that chance come, I take mine I ball hard, you bench ride, so fuck you and yo' baseline No Soundscan for a bricklayer, square nigga, you a brick hater We see a bitch, you fall in love, I fall back cause my bitch date her Where I'm from, we go crazy with them choppas Sellin' dope, goin' diamond on my blocka
[Chorus: Travis Scott] I got diamonds on my blocka Serve it to my flocka Yeah, that's my flocka To my flocka Pray to Lord on my shotta She be proper Yeah, that's my flocka
[Verse 2: Pusha T] Welcome to my blocka, take a look at my world Diamond on my blocka, all we got is white girl All we got is choppas, all you hear is choppas All we see is choppas, that spotlight on my blocka Dopeboy to the rescue, bad bitches get the best view Lotta money just floatin' round, all them hoes feelin' special Woo, I know the rent due, fuck me right and it's sent through Third time you done used the line, God damn, she a pimp, too Teamwork make the dream work, all my niggas done seen work All my niggas ain't make it through, so much death that my dreams hurt Where I'm from, we go crazy with them choppas Sellin' dope, goin' diamond on my blocka
[Chorus: Travis Scott] I got diamonds on my blocka Serve it to my flocka Yeah, that's my flocka To my flocka Pray to Lord on my shotta She be proper Yeah, that's my flocka
UVALDE, Texas (AP) — The Justice Department said Sunday it will review the law enforcement response to the Texas school shooting, an unusual federal look back prompted by questions about the shifting and at times contradictory information from authorities that have enraged a community in shock and sorrow.
Department spokesman Anthony Coley said the review would be conducted in a fair, impartial and independent manner and the findings would be made public. The announcement came as President Joe Biden was visiting Uvalde, where he and first lady Jill Biden paid their respects at a memorial to the 19 students and two teachers killed at Robb Elementary School on Tuesday.
The goal of the review, which the mayor requested, is “to provide an independent account of law enforcement actions and response that day, and to identify lessons learned and best practices to help first responders prepare for and respond to active shooter events,” Coley said in a statement.
Handling the review is the department’s Office of Community Oriented Policing Services. It was not immediately clear how the review would be conducted, whether law enforcement officials could be compelled to cooperate in the review and when it might be completed.
Such a review is somewhat rare and most after-action reports that come after a mass shooting are generally compiled by local law enforcement agencies or outside groups. The Justice Department conducted similar reviews after 14 people were killed in a terrorist attack in San Bernardino, California, in 2015, and after the mass shooting at the Pulse Nightclub in Orlando, Florida, the deadliest attack on the LGBTQ community in U.S. history that left 49 people dead and 53 people wounded.
The frustration, anger and questions about the response from police grew deeper on Friday after authorities revealed that despite repeated 911 calls from students and teachers, the school district’s police chief had told more than a dozen officers to wait in a school hallway. Officials said he believed the suspect was barricaded inside adjoining classrooms and that there was no longer an active attack.
The revelation caused more grief and raised new questions about whether more lives were lost because officers did not act faster to stop the gunman, who was ultimately killed by Border Patrol tactical officers.
Biden has not spoken publicly about the police response to the shooting.
"I Ain't Havin That" is classic song and music video off of Heltah Skeltah's (Sean Price and Rockness Monsta) 1998 "Magnum Force" album. The track features Starang Wondah, Redman and Doc Holiday.
[Rampage] Mr. Walt, Evil Dee, Universal Flipmode, check it out Ha!
[Rampage] My shit is sicker latte Backing out on niggas up at Jimmy's Cafe Puerto Rican mamis lookin' like Sole Take 'em to the crib then I fuck 'em that day (true) Kick them bitches out, you know my gun play (play) I'm gansgta, livin' street life everyday (day) Just like Scarface, I still punk the J's I gotta get mine, that's the America way, now
[Baby Sham] Jump out the whip, I'm not the type of nigga that trip Somethin' sick from the nozzle, wanted large when it spit Hittin' you up, lettin' you bleed in the seat of your truck And flee the scene when the smoke clear, quiet as fuck Startin' to lose it, for me that is realer than music Hold ya plaque up to ya chest and blow right through it Eight bars on some next shit, probably don't fit But that don't mean for me to keep quiet and zip up my lips
* Vinia Mojica harmonizes in background of hook
[Hook - Busta Rhymes] My real niggas wildin' up in the spot I know y'all niggas want it What up, what up
(Take that nigga!) To all my bitches gettin' rowdy with us I know my bitches want it What up, what up (Take that bitches! Take that!) Weak niggas (Take that!) Motherfuckers (Take that!) All my bitches (Take that!) Thug niggas (Take that!) East coast (Take that!) West coast (Take that!) Dirty south (Take that!) Well if you want it (Take that!)
[Roc Marciano] Gangsta nigga I lace cats, blooded and sober, fuck who you know of You don't want it, I push 'em dougher I told you once I'm grippin' the auto I tap your jawbone, take your broad home, in a Volvo It's good I can rap, so you don't catch bullets in your back And for most that can't see me, I put my foot in they ass Word, if I catch your ass sleepin' get clapped Like some applause, I can't afford weak links I'm too strong, niggas are meek
[Spliff Star] In a heartbeat I spark the heat Who wanna start some beef, then catch a hot one in they meat Turn to savage like a caveman, with the guns blazin' Executioner style, brains on the pavement Nigga face it, you thought I live a basement Thought I'd be dead somewhere, or incarcerated I'm too slick, FBI suck a dick Your son is my fan, plus your daughters my bitch
[Hook - Busta Rhymes]
[Rah Digga] Yea, with my rhymes hittin' I specialize, Grimy spittin' more grimy Than the lucy with some chinese chicken Now your writin' under pressure 'til your fingers start to blister Lookin' like some shit on the neck from rusty flippers In my BM, fillin' the tank with my Pediem, call 'em as I see 'em Underground swingin' to the +Masters+ Tigers Woods liked the goods, tryed to turn a new leaf Just can't fight the hood
[Busta Rhymes] Na-na, na-na-na-na, na-na Now let me rip it right, will hit y'all with the Big, gigantic, oversized, BLADOW!! It's so amazing how we stuff shit up How we blaze it, and we fuck shit up Like when the bitch give me head And I bust and she suck shit up Like a motherfuckin' suction-cup So turn this motherfuckin' truck shit up While I be spillin' this shit with no remorse See how we killin' this shit
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