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Eazy E Biggie 2Pac Big L Proof Big Pun Bob Marley-Tribute Video(With Lyrics+Download)(By Rhymzee2k6)

Remix by Rhymzee2k6-Credit goes to him for the audio propz 2 black faith productions for the beat Download Link: http://www.zshare.net/audio/737563856... "The Prophecy-Tribute to all the Fallen Soldiers" Intro You aint seen shit nigga! The protocol son has returned, Im alive, the ghost is walking around Brooklyn! Uptown! Bronx! Yeah yeah Big L Harlems finest! Queens Bridge! This how we do it out here on this underground real shit nigga Biggie Smalls! Eazy E: Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains of sand drop from the hourglass It's how much time I got left on this planet Some motherfucker's gotta die! I'm an evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up I'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up See, my momma...she was wrong when I was born That a nigga like E should'a never been born Too late, big mistake in '72 It's '92, now the year of code blue 15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds I'm a motherfuckin' wreck Gonna pay back niggas who did me wrong in the past My days ain't long I'm comin' strong and fast Lock up 8 niggs..kill up 10 pigs Now what else can I do? Biggie: What you expected from his next of kin I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican I got nines in the bedroom, glocks in the kitchen A shotty by the shower if you wanna shoot me while I'm shittin Uhh, the lesson from the Smith and Wessun is depressin Niggaz keep stressin, the same motherfuckin question How many shots does it take, to make my heart stop and my body start to shake, if I should die before I wake 2pac: Pictures of penny Sippin' my glass full of henny Hands on my semi- Automatic kill for pennies Approach for contact Cause I'm live I multiply Soon as I open fire Niggaz die wit' open eyes Scare to take a nap It's a trap a long maze Dreamin' of gettin' stacks Makin' scratch the wrong way What the song say We murder motherfuckers daily Black out blow the crack out My lyrics neva fail me I inhale strong weed then release the stress Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west Like yay-yo Niggaz pull out when I say so Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatal 'fficiently I delete then flee The art of war Livin' sucka free Get wit' me Motherfucker don't sleep Don't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Big L: I be that young Freddie Fly smooth glorious kid A Bad Boy, just like Notorious B.I.G. I Roc-a-Fella like Shawn Carter with more game than Ron Harper The bomb sparker rapper slash charm robber While y'all be on the corners bummin' and high I be out buyin the finest shit money can buy You wish you was in a position that I'm in Hot rhymin, diamonds shinin, autograph signin My lifestyle is far out Every week bring a different car out I go to nightclubs and buy the bar out, UHH cause I keep cream, I'm large on the street scene Everytime I touch mics you hear all the freaks scream Proof: You still wanna flow now come on use your head How you gon kick it with only one leg? I reckon that all bad MC's didn't have the reas I turn your juice to peoples and to dead batteries Elementz the four energies to sink your ship Put a brain up in your anus and you still couldn't think of shit Smartass, your wack lines ain't harmin me I provoke you joke ass rappers to stand up and make comedy Big Pun: The harsh realities of life is takin tolls Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul Please tell me what price to pay to make it home Take control, I'm makin dough, but not enough to blow J.O.'s, they lust my flows, but aiyyo, I don't trust a soul That's all I know or need to, these evil streets'll meet you halfway and eat you, I laugh tryin to survive illegal I leave you lost, bounce you on the cross, rip you like a horse Sacrife your life to a higher force Then I stomp your corpse it's the Bronx of course recognize the accent? One of the last livin still in action, general assassin Catchin any wreck, blastin any tech Smashin any chest, passin any test, Charles Manson in the flesh Any last requests before you meet your maker? Sew what you reap a wake up, shakin up a storm like Anita Baker I'll take you straight to hell and fill your heart with hate Incarcerate your fate in Satan's fiery lake, then I lock the gate Outro If you in the hood... Or the ghetto street corner... Come with me on this journey... Best journey...