2Pac, Pop Smoke - Write This Down ft. Biggie, DMX, Eazy E, Ice Cube, Dr Dre, NWA, Nipsey, Snoop Dogg

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Imagine if this was real, this would be the biggest hit in the world

Rip Eazy E - 26 March 1995 2pac Shakur - 13 September 1996 The notorious B.I.G - 9 March 1997 Nipsey Hussle - 31 March 2019 Pop Smoke - 19 February 2020 DMX - 9 April 2020 Gone but will never be forgotten.

Who here is listening in June 2024?

4:50 EAZY-E IS THE BEST PART!

Imagine if all of them were on stage performing this in a concert....The world would burst🔥🔥

1:23 Biggie (Dead Wrong, Verse 1) 2:46 Pop Smoke (Element, Chorus & Verse 1) 3:48 DMX (Life Is What You Make It, Verse 2) 4:50 Eazy E (Luv 4 Dem Gangsta'z, Verse 1) 5:32 Ice Cube (Hello, Verse 1) 6:55 Dr. Dre (Hello, Verse 3) 7:56 MC Ren (Hello, Verse 2) 8:58 Method Man 9:29 Nas (Life Is What You Make It, Verse 3) 10:31 Nipsey Hussle (Where Yo Money At?, Chorus & Verse 1) 11:33 Snoop Dogg (One Blood, One Cuzz, Verse 1) Chorus: 2Pac, Ice Cube (Hit Em' Up, All Eyez On Me, Hello 1:23 Biggie (Dead Wrong, Verse 1) 2:46 Pop Smoke (Element, Chorus & Verse 1) 3:48 DMX (Life Is What You Make It, Verse 2) 4:50 Eazy E (Luv 4 Dem Gangsta'z, Verse 1) 5:32 Ice Cube (Hello, Verse 1) 6:55 Dr. Dre (Hello, Verse 3) 7:56 MC Ren (Hello, Verse 2) 8:58 Method Man 9:29 Nas (Life Is What You Make It, Verse 3) 10:31 Nipsey Hussle (Where Yo Money At?, Chorus & Verse 1) 11:33 Snoop Dogg (One Blood, One Cuzz, Verse 1) Chorus: 2Pac, Ice Cube (Hit Em' Up, All Eyez On Me, Hello

Eazy-E 🍷🔥

Anyone listening 2025

Anyone listening to this in 2024 is a legend

Then: Gangsters trying to be rappers Now: Rappers trying to be gangsters

Only legends are listening to this song in June 2024

Still the best mash up i’ve ever heard

STILL CANT STOP LISTENING THIS MASTERPIECE

I can imagine them all in the studio recording this, what a masterpiece, no beef, no media distortion, just bars man.

R.I.P 2PAC😢

Eazy goated 🔥😈

Missing the days we had REAL rap music!Connecting with the artists passion, pain, and love through their lyrics

Entire LYRICS: The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility Givin' me charges, lawyers makin' a grip I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze shit Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major Packin' hundreds in my drawers, fuck the law Bitches, I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and raw Catchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high These niggas got me tossin' shit I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit Keep your head up, nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies One nigga's gettin' jealous and motherfuckers died Depend on me like the first and fifteenth They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me We got foe niggas and low riders in ski masks Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pass, all eyes on me Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) I let the niggas know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me) Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high I start this gangsta shit And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello) I let the niggas know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight Relax and take notes, while I take tokes of the marijuana smoke Throw you in a choke, gun smoke, gun smoke Biggie Smalls for mayor, the rap slayer The hooker layer, motherfucker say your prayers Hail Mary full of grace, smack the bitch in the face Take her Gucci bag and the North Face Off her back, jab her if she act Funny with the money oh you got me mistaken honey I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper The Visa, capeesha? I'm out like, "The Vapors" Who's the one you call Mr. Macho, the head honcho Swift fist like Camacho, I got so Much style I should be down wit the Stylistics Make up to break up niggas need to wake up Smell the Indonesia, beat you to a seizure Then fuck your moms, hit the skins to amnesia She don't remember shit! Just the two hits! Her hittin' the floor, and me hittin' the clit' Suckin' on the tits! Had the hooker beggin' for the dick And your moms ain't ugly love, my dick got rock quick I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown I was "Humpin' Around" and "Jump-in Around" Jacked her then I asked her who's the man, she said, "B-I-G" Then I bust in her E-Y-E (Yo Big, you're dead wrong) I let the niggas know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight (All eyes on me) Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high I start this gangsta shit And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello) I let the niggas know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight I might just hit it raw, hold on, that's not my element I like dark skins, love her melanin Huh, Christian Louboutin what I'm steppin' in Thirty bottles of Azul, tell 'em send 'em in I had the Lambo, switch to the 'Rari I'm a gangster, but I like to party Pop a Perky, go retarded I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I'm cold-hearted That's why I like the bad gyal (Woah), like RiRi (Wait) Every time she see me, she wanna eat me (Hold on) I saw like Justin Bieber, please believe me I said, "Wow, I'm on the TV" I can't fuck with broke bitches, they be creepy She be actin' up, she always tryna leave me But she a bad gyal and she freaky I have her hangin' off the rod like she MiMi I never hit a bitch more than once 'cause they be leeches But her pussy good, it taste like peaches But she can have it, I don't need it I'd rather have my money green like kiwi I don't talk to niggas 'cause they be cappin' Disrespect me and see what happen I don't make a call for war, I start snappin' Grr, them bullets blastin' Everyday shit, around the way shit got me stressed (what) So I keep on the vest in case a nigga wanna test (uh) I got no time for games cause I'm all grown up You wanna joke nigga? laugh when you get blown up (come on) See how funny it is when your kids ain't got no father Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real) Shit is hectic so respect it for your health (what) Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself (come on) Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shit Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night Now what? (what) realize that you ain't got shit (uh) Not long ago you was the man on some hot shit So just peep the flow yo, cause you already in this Make sure your shit is right kid and handle your business (uh huh) I let the niggas know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight Look at these niggas with attitudes, hello Look at these niggas with attitudes Look at these niggas with attitudes, hello And it's the motherfucking thanks I get (hello) I let the niggas know it's on for life Don't let the West Side ride tonight Aw yeah, let's take a trip Just sit back and light a spliff to this and don't slip On a funky-ass track, jump back Strapped with a fat and a sack in a 7-8 'Lac Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green Bud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing I hang with O.G. pleyaz, don't set trip Or you might get what we call a red back I don't slack when it come to street I kick real G fuck to a gangsta beat It's so sweet, when you got money to spend I got a poppa big tilt and a fly-ass Benz I make ends, spend my dough on no ho That's how it is and that's how it goes Act like you know when I creep real slow Givin' love to them pleyaz that I know is real G's Hello Rest in comments of this lyrics

Anyone listening in 1958 ?