My remake of The Notorious B.I.G.'s "Long Kiss Goodnight" Instrumental off of Life After Death. Subscribe for Daily Uploads ➕ bit.ly/2ra6NLO ➤ Follow me on SoundCloud: / jameshowardbeats
Big flow and word play was crazy on this man. Im a huge Pac Fan, and even though this was a Diss, I can't deny big snapped on this one. BIG & RZA pure harmony. Would love to have heard more from Big & the Wu Tang
RIP Christopher George Latore Wallace The Notorious B.I.G. The King Of New York The King Of Brooklyn The Greatest Rapper Of All Time 1972 - 1997 At The Age Of 24 Years Old.
Tried to freestyle this like biggie. He hits every rhyme like he is ending a bar. When I try to do this I am out of breath quick. He was fat right? It is pure skill.
@@mawandemdutywa2571 big prolly had the best cadence but just purely “rapping “ I think Jay-z tops him if listen to “Brooklyn’s finest “ big had a hard time adapting to those rhyme schemes.( Clark Kent said it the best )
make yo mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you lose teeth like Little Cease Nigga please Blood floods your dungarees And that's just a half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater Than the average playa hater, and spectators Buy my CD twice They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice But that's on the low doe' Be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes Short-change niggas Snort-cane niggas Extortion came quicker Bought the Range' nigga Ya still tickle me I used ta be as strong as ripple be, 'till Little Cease cripple me Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be The games sour like like a pickle be Ya'll know da rules Move from BK ta New Jerus Thinkin' bout, all the planes we flew Bitches, we ran through Now da years new I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Muthafuckas mad 'cause I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina Slugs missed ya I ain't mad at'chya (We ain't mad at'chya) Blood rushing, concussions, ain't nothing Catch cases, come out frontin' Smokin' something Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin' I laced it wit the basic 6 TV's, a system, knockin' Mase shit, face it We hard ta hit Guard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-up Wipe the pee up Lick shots, woke his seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up Long kiss Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Uh, I'm flamin' gats, aimin' at, these fuckin' Maniacs put my name in raps, what part the Game is that? Like they hustle backwards I smoke backwoods, and Duchies You can't touch me Try to rush me Slugs go, touchy-touchy Ya bleedin' lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me Or beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneaky Now ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep me Rest where the worms and the weak be My nine flies, baptize, rap guys Wit the holy ghost I put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakey Slip-n-tryin' ta break me Look what'chyou made me do, brains blue My team in the marine-blue, six-coupe Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin' out The block for distances, givin' long kisses bitch Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Frank White the menacing, Chron Chron's the medicine I got the lettuce and, you turn green like cucumber skin Got the new, Hummer in the summer when I was a new comer Then, drugs and MAC-10s Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you Be broke, girls won't date you That's why I relate to, choke yo' ass out 'til your face blue Make you, open the safe too No matter how you call it (How you call it) This brolic, alcoholic Like his weed green'd out, like his brick solid Distribute to, kids who, take heart like Valentine Drink Ballantine, all the time Slugs hit your chest tap you spine, flatline Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked fo' times Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real though Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight
There both legends but i dont think they wouldve did what big did to this beat. This song '(the demo version specifically) is one of Bigs illest songs ever despite him dissin pac after he died
@@KvngLxo I love biggie sl much but it's not cool that he dissed pac after he died. he said: slugs missed ya, i ain't mad acha. come that's not cool lool
@@Jaunty_jules Biggie was a cold ass dude 🥶. I can't hate if you wanna say PAC was better but lyrically B.I.G is the real killer in the rap game. And of course they released it after he died. And never mentioned his name because they didn't wanna go to jail. I believe Puffy put 1M on Pacs head for Hit Em Up. It was his time but ultimately karma got Biggie too
[Intro: Puff Daddy & Notorious B.I.G] Mmmmmmmmm-HMM See.. [echoes] I told you.. [echoes] See, I told y'all muh'fuckers Yo yo.. that stupid nigga man I told y'all to stop! He fucked up, yo.. I pray for you to stop Yo, yo yo yo, yo.. yo.. yo.. Yo, yo yo yo, yo.. But no, you didn't stop Yo.. yo.. And now, we won't stop [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I make your mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release you lose teeth like Lil' Cease Nigga please, blood floods your dungarees And that's just the half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater Than the average playa hater and spectators Buy my CD twice, they see me in the streets They be like, "Yo he nice, but that's on the low though" Be the cats with no dough, tried to play me at my show I pull out .44s and go up in they clothes Short-change niggas, snort 'caine niggas Extortion came quicker, bought the Range nigga Ya still tickle me, I used to be as strong as Ripple be 'Til Lil' Cease crippled me Now I play hard like my girl's nipples be The game sour like a pickle be, y'all know the rules Move from BK to New Jeruz Thinkin' 'bout all the planes we flew, bitches we ran through Now the year's new, I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Motherfuckers mad 'cause I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous When my men bust, you just move with such stamina Slugs missed ya, I ain't mad at cha (we ain't mad at cha) Blood rushin', concussions ain't nothin' Catch cases, come out fronting, smokin' something Sippin' White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin' I laced it with the basic, six TVs a system Knockin' Ma$e shit, face it, we hard to hit Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you for your re-up Wipe the pee up, lick shots, woke your seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, long kiss
@@JamesHoward2 ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-s4s5bj5fZO8.html i want that riff from 0:00 to 0:32, like 0:22 - 0:32 looped while 0:00 to 0:22 more like intro, bridge, through that loop. i'm unaware of terminology so sorry if i'm not using it properly.
Allegado mi Big Bang creacion todo. Desde un principio ago presencio cómo la explosión que. Formo creacion todo parte de un inicio Comienso exponiendo el. Verso en un sobre un fristal. Con el intrumental
Hey yo i came to blaze a flame on an unorthodoxed frames sorta like the range of the gangs high as the clouds remained i can fine the names of the ill willed no fates banging shit that leaves niggas bad and mad with no taste as i became the source of thrills that over sized banks where i can take my change and buy up the masks to hide face my loss of trust goes out to those that break in any rate im built up to harden faith leaving marks with scars on haiters that make wrong moves and mistake luck by falls they blame their faults on fate.
I make yo mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you lose teeth like Little Cease Nigga please Blood floods your dungarees And that's just a half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater Than the average playa hater, and spectators Buy my CD twice They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice But that's on the low doe' Be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes Short-change niggas Snort-cane niggas Extortion came quicker Bought the Range' nigga Ya still tickle me I used ta be as strong as ripple be, 'till Little Cease cripple me Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be The games sour like like a pickle be Ya'll know da rules Move from BK ta New Jerus Thinkin' bout, all the planes we flew Bitches, we ran through Now da years new I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Muthafuckas mad 'cause I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina Slugs missed ya I ain't mad at'chya (We ain't mad at'chya) Blood rushing, concussions, ain't nothing Catch cases, come out frontin' Smokin' something Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin' I laced it wit the basic 6 TV's, a system, knockin' Mase shit, face it We hard ta hit Guard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-up Wipe the pee up Lick shots, woke his seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up Long kiss
I make yo mouthpiece obese like Della Reese When I release, you lose teeth like Little Cease Nigga please Blood floods your dungarees And that's just a half of my warpath Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater Than the average playa hater, and spectators Buy my CD twice They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice But that's on the low doe' Be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes Short-change niggas Snort-cane niggas Extortion came quicker Bought the Range' nigga Ya still tickle me I used ta be as strong as ripple be, 'till Little Cease cripple me Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be The games sour like like a pickle be Ya'll know da rules Move from BK ta New Jerus Thinkin' bout, all the planes we flew Bitches, we ran through Now da years new I lay my game flat I want my spot back, take two Muthafuckas mad 'cause I blew, niggas envious Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina Slugs missed ya I ain't mad at'chya (We ain't mad at'chya) Blood rushing, concussions, ain't nothing Catch cases, come out frontin' Smokin' something Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin' I laced it wit the basic 6 TV's, a system, knockin' Mase shit, face it We hard ta hit Guard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-up Wipe the pee up Lick shots, woke his seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up Long kiss Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Uh, I'm flamin' gats, aimin' at, these fuckin' Maniacs put my name in raps, what part the Game is that? Like they hustle backwards I smoke backwoods, and Duchies You can't touch me Try to rush me Slugs go, touchy-touchy Ya bleedin' lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me Or beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneaky Now ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep me Rest where the worms and the weak be My nine flies, baptize, rap guys Wit the holy ghost I put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakey Slip-n-tryin' ta break me Look what'chyou made me do, brains blue My team in the marine-blue, six-coupe Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin' out The block for distances, givin' long kisses bitch Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Frank White the menacing, Chron Chron's the medicine I got the lettuce and, you turn green like cucumber skin Got the new, Hummer in the summer when I was a new comer Then, drugs and MAC-10s Hugs from fake friends, make ends they hate you Be broke, girls won't date you That's why I relate to, choke yo' ass out 'til your face blue Make you, open the safe too No matter how you call it (How you call it) This brolic, alcoholic Like his weed green'd out, like his brick solid Distribute to, kids who, take heart like Valentine Drink Ballantine, all the time Slugs hit your chest tap you spine, flatline Heard through the grapevine, you got fucked fo' times Damn that three to nine, fucked you up for real though Sling steel slow, as for remorse, we feel no Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss your ass goodnight
