Music video by Puff Daddy performing It's All About the Benjamins. Off the album No Way Out. © 1997 Bad Boy As featured on DJ Xclusive City’s top-ranked podcast. Click to listen to DJ Xclusive City’s podcast: iTunes: http://smarturl.it/XclusiveCityPodcast Google Play: http://smarturl.it/GooglePlayPodcast More from DJ Xclusive City: Ya Mean: https://youtu.be/nCrZJEovi2w Bounce & Lean: https://youtu.be/Mj8bC4skSG4 More great classic hip hop videos here: http://smarturl.it/ClassicHipHop?IQid... Connect with DJ Xclusive City: Website: http://www.djxclusivecity.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/djxclusivecity Twitter: https://twitter.com/djxclusivecity Instagram: https://instagram.com/djxclusivecity Soundcloud: http://www.soundcloud.com/DJXclusiveCity Snapchat: https://www.snapchat.com/add/djxclusivecity Subscribe to Xclusive City on YouTube: http://smarturl.it/XclusiveCitySub --------- Lyrics: [Intro] [Verse 1: Puff Daddy] Now, what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers On the low from the Jake in the Taurus Tryin' to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah, livin' the raw deal Three course meals: spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal But still, everything's real in the field And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin' to bury Seven zeros over in Rio Di Janeiry Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard On your Hot 9-7 every day, that's my word Swimmin' in women with they own condominiums Five plus five's, who drive Millenniums It's all about the Benjamins, what I get a fifty pound bag of eu for the mutts Five carats on my hands with the cuts And somethin' European chromed out with the clutch, what [Verse 2: Jadakiss] I want it all figured out, fuck bein' a broke nigga Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Viga I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers Lost your touch, we kept ours, poppin' Cristals Freakin' the three-quarter reptiles Enormous cream, forest green Benz jeep For my team so while you sleep I'ma scheme We see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews Don't let the melody intrigue you, 'cause I leave you I'm only here for that green paper with the eagle [Verse 3: Sheek] I'm strictly tryin' to cop those colossal-sized Picasso's And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's Mienda, with cash flowin' like Sosa And the Latin chick transportin' in the chocha Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober Lex and Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota Avoidin' narcs with camcorders and Chevy Novas Stash in the building with this chick named Alona From Daytona, when I was young I wanted to bone her But now I only hit chicks that win beauty pageants Trickin' and takin' me skiin' at the Aspens Gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown Pinkie ringin', gondolas with the man singin' Italian music down the river with your chick clingin' To my bizzalls, player, you mad false Actin' hard when you as pussy as RuPaul [Hook] It's all about the Benjamins, baby It's all about the Benjamins, baby Now, what y'all wanna do? It's all about the Benjamins, baby Wanna be ballers, shot-callers It's all about the Benjamins, baby Brawlers, who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers It's all about the Benjamins, baby On the low from the Jake in the Taurus [Verse 4: Lil' Kim] Uh, uh, what the blood clot Wanna bumble with the Bee, huh? Bzzz, throw a hex on the whole family Dressed in all black like The Omen Have your friends singin', "This is for my homie" And you know me from makin' niggas so sick Floss in my Six, with the 'Lex on the wrist If it's murder, you know she wrote it German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deep throat it Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated Take your pick, got a firearm you shoulda toted Suck a dick, all that bullshit you kick Player-hatin' from the sideline Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? I'm a Goodfella kinda lady Stash 380's in Mercedes Puffy, hold me down, baby! Only female in my crew and I kick shit Like a nigga do, pull the trigger too, fuck you! [Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G.] I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill' The ice grill make it hard to figure me Liquor be kickin' me in my asshole Undercover Donnie Brasco Left my East Coast girl the Bentley to twirl My West Coast shorty push the chrome 740 Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat? Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at And I'm livin' that for life, we push weight Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes at Penn State Listen close, it's Francis, the Praying Mantis Attack with the MAC, my left hand spit Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway Player haters, get away or my lead will spray Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me Only to Hell I send thee, all about the Benji's, what [Outro]
"Notorious B.I.G." by The Notorious B.I.G. featuring Lil' Kim & Puff Daddy. From the album "Born Again" (1999). Directed by: Sean "Puffy" Combs & Matt X iTunes: http://apple.co/25EgjH4 Spotify: http://spoti.fi/1ZiKZX6 Follow us on... Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/badboy Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/badboyrecords Soundcloud: http://www.soundcloud.com/badboyentertainment Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/badboyrecords © 1999 WMG/Bad Boy Entertainment
Best Hip-Hop Song Each Year. The best hip-hop songs of all time are those songs that touch our soul. They make us smile, laugh, cry, think, move and shake what our mama (or papa) gave us. I traveled back four decades and dug through a pile of tunes to compile a list of the greatest songs hip-hop has ever witnessed. Picking hip-hop's greatest songs is an incredibly difficult (and incredibly fun) undertaking, considering the various styles that have splintered the genre every way imaginable. Now 40 years old, hip-hop no more belongs to Bronx originators than it does to today's kids; its popularity has stretched to all corners, and the various mutations reflect that. Our picks reflect the songs that innovated, enlightened, delighted, and lasted. These are hip-hop tracks that, with any justice, our grandchildren will have on playlists that are implanted into their brains, or whatever. Evolution Of Hip-Hop Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLNxrdTjgEbxzrIGdm8QvkAYa0fHrVCkSw ___________________________ Support us on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/hiphopuniverse Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/hiphopuniverseyoutube/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/hiphopuniverse3
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"It's All About The Benjamins" (Rock Remix I) by Puff Daddy featuring The Lox, Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.. Directed by: Spike Jonze iTunes: http://apple.co/20X3vVD Spotify: http://spoti.fi/1Y697hl Follow us on... Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/badboy Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/badboyrecords Soundcloud: http://www.soundcloud.com/badboyentertainment Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/badboyrecords © 1997 WMG/Bad Boy Entertainment
HD uncensored musicvideo of the Junior M.A.F.I.A track 'Get Money'. The single went platinum and reached #14 on Billboard and #1 on the Hot Rap Charts!
Mobb Deep's official music video for 'Quiet Storm'. Click to listen to Mobb Deep on Spotify: http://smarturl.it/MobbDeepSpotify?IQid=MobbDSO Follow Mobb Deep Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MobbDeepQB Twitter: https://twitter.com/mobbdeep Subscribe: https://goo.gl/xXkbvI --------- Lyrics: [Intro: Prodigy] Done been through it all, man Blood, sweat and tears, niggas is dead and shit What the fuck else can happen, yo? I don't think much more, son, word to mother, yo We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo Let y'all niggas know right now Word to mother, for real, for real That shit is the truth, I'm not lyin' [Verse 1: Prodigy] I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P, yeah, you heard of him, but I ain't concerned with them Nigga, I pop more guns than you holdin' them Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men Unload ten in broad daylight, get right Fuck your life! Hop on my '98 dirt bike You try to stop mines from growin' I'll make your blood stop flowin' Take affirmative action to any ass if he askin' Now here come the MAC-10 You's a dick blower, tryin' to speak the Dunn language What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin' You hooked on Mobb-phonics, Infamous-bonics Lying to the Pop Dog like you got it You ain't no wildin' out for the Knife-Fist thrower Rusty shank holder, we live this shit [Hook: Havoc] ‘Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit Lump 'em in the club shit Have you wildin' out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD, ‘cause it's never enough [Verse 2: Prodigy] Yo, the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin' white label My chain hang down to my dick, my piece bang glass tables Diamonds and guns before the fame, duke A nigga like me hold TEC's, are you the same too? Goin' through the emotions of gun holdin' Long shotgun's down my pants leg limpin' Killa B, you still livin', even my pops too He taught me how to shoot when I was seven I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me I love my pops for that, I love my nigga D. Black I'll take the life of anybody tryin' to change what's left And through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death All y'all brand new niggas just scared to death I spent too many nights sniffin' coke, gettin' right Wastin' my life, now I'm tryin' to make things right Grand open some gates, invest in the rag business Do things for the kids, the little Dunns Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth CBR's and VCR's, ATV's and big screen TV's Nigga, please don't make me have to risk my freedom We worked our whole life for this, you get your shit beat in [Hook: Havoc] ‘Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit Lump 'em in the club shit Have you wildin' out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD, ‘cause it's never enough [Verse 3: Prodigy] It go one, two, three to the fourth That nigga P-Double got that shit for y'alls Peoples to rock to, stirrin' up pots of brew In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible To serve hot plates all across the Unified States Sit down and sup with the top rap reps We the streets that's watchin', boy, move diligent You better walk like a nigga on a tightrope do Infamous first infantry, first division, fourth mission First assignment, give 'em that shit they been missin' My new edition's way bitchin' Those that listen get addicted to my diction Fuck rhymes, I write prescriptions for your disease Generic raps just not potent like P's One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle I peel off, chest naked on Katanas Spaghetti head Mobb niggas is full bred Fully-blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts And verses, but thirst for worse beats So I can put more product out on the street Get respect and love all across the board We've been adored for keeping it raw Nothing less or more, I score every time for sure While the rest of y'all niggas just nil [Hook: Havoc] ‘Cause it's the real shit, shit to make 'em feel shit Lump 'em in the club shit Have you wildin' out when you bump this Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut Have a nigga OD, ‘cause it's never enough
Music video by Busta Rhymes performing Touch It. (C) 2006 Aftermath Entertainment/Interscope Records
Big Pun's official music video for 'It's So Hard'. Click to listen to Big Pun on Spotify: http://smarturl.it/BPSpot?IQid=BPSH As featured on Yeeeah Baby. Click to buy the track or album via iTunes: http://smarturl.it/BPYBiTunes?IQid=BPSH Google Play: http://smarturl.it/BPSHPlay?IQid=BPSH Amazon: http://smarturl.it/BPYBAm?IQid=BPSH More From Big Pun Still Not A Player: https://youtu.be/y7OdZ7vsTak 100%: https://youtu.be/gzkAQ_TkXPQ How We Roll: https://youtu.be/HjA2sXSMOWs More great Classic Hip Hop Videos here: http://smarturl.it/CHHPlaylist?IQid=BPSH Subscribe to Big Pun on YouTube:http://smarturl.it/BPSub?IQid=BPSH --------- Lyrics: You can catch me in the cherry red one-fifty Got the grizzy locked in the stizzy Pop the clizzy goin sixty down a one-wizzy Drunk pissy, tryin to cruise through the avenue While my peoples is poppin bottles up in ?Sue's rendevous? Fuck that, spun the U-ey lost a hubcap It's back to the shack - came back and now, What's that? Straight from Paris, checkin Gaby's new baby carriage Perry Ellis (nice), auburn cherry reddish Fresh out the dealer, got the Tec for the squealers Wear a vest for the killers, nuttin less cause it's reala in the Big Apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you Trust no one (eh eh) got beef bust yo' gun You don't need no one (nope) talkin bout that you owe him I'ma go for dolo - Scarface without Manolo One deep, I be solo, bustin heat, throwin bolos, it's hard And it's so haaaaaard, yeah Niggaz wanna be like Pun, but they don't bust they guns and it's so haaaaaard.. Niggaz wanna fuck my wife, niggaz wanna take my life but it's so haaaaaard..