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Papa Doc/Clarence: *yo*

Now everybody from the 313 Put your motherfucking hands up and follow me Everybody from the 313 Put your motherfucking hands up Look, look Now while he stands tough Notice that this man did not have his hands up This free world got you gassed up Now who's afraid of the big bad wolf 1, 2, 3 and to the 4 1 Pac, 2 Pac, 3 Pac, 4 4 Pac, 3 Pac, 2 Pac, 1 You're Pac, he's Pac, you're Pacs: none This guy ain't no motherfucking MC, I know everything he's got to say against me, I am white, I am a fucking bum, I do live in a trailer with my mom, My boy Future is an Uncle Tom. I do got a dumb friend named Cheddar Bob Who shoots himself in his leg with his own gun, I did get jumped by all 6 of you chumps And Wink did fuck my girl, I'm still standing here screaming, "Fuck the free world!" Don't ever try to judge me, dude You don't know what the fuck I've been through But I know something about you You went to Cranbrook. That's a private school What's the matter, dawg? You embarrassed? This guy's a gangster? His real name's Clarence And Clarence lives at home with both parents And Clarence's parents have a real good marriage This guy don't wanna battle, he's shook 'Cause ain't no such things as half-way crooks He's scared to death He's scared to look In his fucking yearbook, Fuck Cranbrook Fuck a beat, I go a capella Fuck a Papa Doc, fuck a clock, fuck a trailer, fuck everybody Fuck y'all if you doubt me I'm a piece of fucking white trash, I say it proudly And fuck this battle, I don't wanna win, I'm outty, Here, tell these people something they don't know about me.

Fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

I know something about you, you went to Cambrooke, That's a private school.

Me after unlocking the rap emote in ia:

8 mile beat

This beat is goated

0:21 is where the best part of the song is

everybody from the 313...

this one of them beats that give you goosebumps down to your bones

Queens get the money

OMG: Dj Spinn that shit.... Emm: Everyone from 313 & rest is history. This message to the upcoming next generation do not let this beat die.

hardest beats of all time

Memories 😊

"You look like a Gangster"

NOW EVERYBODY FROM THE 313 PUT YOUR MOTHERFUCKING HANDS UP AND FOLLOW ME🔥🔥🔥🔥🗣🗣

Roblox item asylum players 😅 the. Microphone emote

WTF did u do Havoc

FUCK THE FREE WORLD

NOW EVERBODY FROM THE 313 PUT YO MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UPAND FOLLOW ME!!!!!

Great John on the beat, by the way Ha, ha Ha, ha Fross (Hahahaha) Lemme hear that Free Dev B, bitch Look [Verse 1] I saw my felons need some Activis, like free the shottas (Grrah) And only real niggas in my circle, no imposter (Gang) And brodie, he a demon, he'll turn you into pasta And after we done smokin' you, we go and eat some lobster (What, what?) Smokin' big Runtz, shit shootin', call it Falcon (Uh) If niggas say it's lit, when we see 'em, we gon' out 'em (Grrah-grrah) He talkin' all that shit, let's really see if he about it (Grrah) You say you movin' hot, well we turnin' up the climate (Grrah) Sellin' grams in school while you was learnin' up in class (Gang) I was addin' bread while you was addin' up in math (Ha) You was cuffing girls while I was clappin' up that ass (Ass) You was doing homework while I was working in the trap (Trap) You was up early taking field trips to school (School) I was up early in the field, tryna boom (Bwah) You was tricking with hoes, I scooped her like a spoon Niggas nutted in her mouth, yeah I know you wifed it too Ha, we got guns, we got big Tecs (What?) Talkin' out of line, have them kill you for that big check (Gang, gang, gang) And we ain't postin' on no book, nigga (At all) We'll come up on your sides and post up where you be at (Grrah-grrah) Niggas talkin', you could get flexed (Pussy) A nigga been holdin' weight like I work in Planet Fitness (Bah) And please stop talkin' like you droppin' niggas (Gang) The only droppin' that you doing is from these bullets makin' contact, bang (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah) Niggas know my body, I be wildin' out (What?) 'Cause I be movin' like a demon, talkin' spazzin' out Big booty bitches in the circle, they be actin' out (Grrah) Ass fat, UFC, have her tappin' out (Rah-rah) Love the freaky bitches that be actin' on some kinky shit (Woah) 'Cause I be fuckin' all night, she can't believe this shit Drop top, 'cause I'ma drop the bag if she toppin' it (Skrrt) I'm startin' to think this bitch a shooter the way she cockin' it (Ha)

Clarence.

Everybody from the 313 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯

AGREED

" NOW EVERYBODY FROM THE 313, PUT YOUR MOTHAFUCKIN' HANDS UP AND FOLLOW ME! "

gyökeres brought me here

Propaganda ❌️ Fuck free world 313✔️🖕🖕

Mob deep definitely had some of the dopest instrumentals.

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous You heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers The Mobb comes equipped for warfare, beware Of my crime family who got 'nough shots to share For all of those, who wanna profile and pose Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone You all alone in these streets, cousin Every man for they self in this land we be gunning And keep them shook crews running, like they supposed to They come around but they never come close to I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place (yo, who that?) Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up (who that right there? I don't know, son) With bullet holes and such (we gon' get 'em though) Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched (you see him? Aight) You can put your whole army against my team and I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathing Your simple words just don't move me, you're minor, we're major You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player Don't make me have to call your name out Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate I'm only nineteen but my mind is old And when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold Another- deceased, another story gets told It ain't nothing really, ayo Dun, spark the Philly So I can get my mind off these yellowbacked- Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure Meanwhile back in Queens the realness and foundation If I die, I couldn't choose a better location When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation Getting closer to God in a tight situation Now, take these words home and think it through Or the next rhyme I write might be about you Son, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look Living the live that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds (funds) Some brothers get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook one For every rhyme I write it's twenty-five to life Yo, it's a must, in gats we trust, safeguarding my life Ain't no time for hesitation, that only leads to incarceration You don't know me, there's no relation Queensbridge and we don't play, I don't got time For your petty thinking mind, son, I'm bigger than those Claiming that you pack heat but you're scared to hold And once the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome Thirteen years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid? You talk a good one but you don't want it Sometimes I wonder, "Do I deserve to live Or am I gonna burn in Hell for all the things I did?" No time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts Front if you want, kid, lay on your back I don't fake jax, kid, you know I bring it to you live Stay in a child's place, kid, you outta line Criminal minds thirsty for recognition I'm sipping, E&J got my mind flipping I'm bugging, digging my ways out of holes by hustling Get that loot, kid, you know my function (function) 'Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal And once I get on I'ma put on all my people (yo, yo) React quick, spit lyrics like MACs, I hit your dome up When I roll up, don't be caught sleeping 'cause I'm creeping Son, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look, they shook (he just a shook one) 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death and scared to look, they shook (We live the life that of diamonds) 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Scared to death, scared to look, they shook 'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks Living the live that of diamonds and guns There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds (funds) Some brothas get shot, locked down and turn nuns Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones He ain't a crook, son, he's just a shook one Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) To all the villains and a hundred dollar billers To real brothers who ain't got no feelings, yeah The whole Bridge, Queens get the money 41st side, keepin' it real, you know Queens get the money It ain't nothin', son, it's all good You know I'm sayin? Uh, they know where we at

Pap doc verse 💀

Notice that this man did not have his hands up....

People have been ending up here again and again for 20 years! UnBEATable! <3

Now everybody from the 313…

Timeless!!!

Put ya MF hands up and follow me

Now everybody in the 313 put ya mf hands up n fallow me !

When I heard this, I always thought it's for Eminem. LoL.

Hey everyone from the 313 put you mother fucking hands up and follow me

this was in gta 3 or lcs i assume and this triggered nostalgia

Thx for shong

🥶🔥

Classic

I knew i recognised this song when i heard ut, its in 8 mile definitely

You not holy You not the one and only You not my homie Lets knock his doors in I mean kick his boards in I mean i get addicted to the dreaming of beating and not when im snoring Theres a storm coming and whej i turn the coner cold wind begins to blowing but i dont see anyone showing its like the sun before the morning just hiding, being with me is like plus one plus a giant, plus im higher, hair fucking everywhere like a lion, i like fire, i dont mind the heat, im rising to the temp of the moment like im the climate, im firing shots but i dont hear no sirens, i guess the force retired like star wars expired, why would i wire my brain to be like others when others dont like them

Yall were legends

As a boombap producer my goal is to my drums sounding like this

8 miles🔥🔥♥️

This beat is the final boss

this guys a gangster his real name is CLARENCE

this rap beat is cold 🧊