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[Intro - Sample] But that's the whole tragic point, my friends What would I do if I could suddenly feel? And to know once again that what I feel is real? I could cry, I could smile I might lay back for a while Tell me what (what) what would I do If I could feel? [Verse One] I was young, I was surviving the times Waiting for my moment, I was destined to shine Little Ray had an NXX, I was hoping I'm next Wanting bracelets, never had a rope on my neck Unless I was holding Taiyeh chain, Rest In Peace. Even though that night you flipped on us You warned us. If you came back and we still on the corners, We goners, moving on to Move your arm in your watch To another time on the block 'Cause this 40 Side Where they said Shorty rhyme Tragedy, he used to come through all the time I'm talking Juice Crew, not what the word define He had a sister named Erin, for sure was fine That was my first crush, I bought my first mic I wrote my first verse, I was about nine I was about mine, fantasize house-buying Met Paul, he wore some big glasses Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived I was happy, just getting some answers I ain't even know what a record advance was I'm seeing hoes sex in the studio bathroom With rap dudes, thinking wow she moved me Same girl then, right now's a groupie Back then, she was like the star in the movie Large jewelry and expensive Gucci Next stop, Paid In Full posse recruits me Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie Eric B man looking like touch-it-he-shoot-me You see, every time Ra didn't show I get to record demos at attempts to blow I wonder could they tell, how did they know Sixteen years later, here I go [Surviving The Times lyrics on [Chorus] (sample) What would I do? x4 [Verse 2] I'm with Akinyele in the street, trying to get us a deal G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold Chill But Fly Ty didn't have the contract we wanted Clark Kent just signed Das, he didn't want us Russell said I sounded like G, the nigga fronted Reef and Matty C offered me a little money Shit a little funny, feel a little laughter Rebel of Hip-Hop coming through a white rapper My boy MC Serch nevertheless Took me to Columbia, back then CBS Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man Now bugging because the label had just dropped Def Jam Could you picture Russell needing a check, man But he smart, he plotted a plan for Polygram Life is ill, again life's a movie Then, the roster's: Cypress Hill, Nas, and Fugees Before I sold records, no promotion The rap world like, what's all this commotion Went plat', mad bottles I'm toasting 20/20 hindsight, but how did they know then [Chorus] [Verse 3] Invincible, lyrical, miracle man, huh But back to the matter at hand 'Cause ten years ago we all strived to be twenty-five Some cats didn't make it alive Dated some stars but respect their privacy Copped mad cars, laying back in the driver's seat Held myself down, just steering the wheel Here I am, completed my whole record deal [Chorus] [Outro] What would I do? If I could reach inside of me? And to know how it feels to say "I like what I see" |
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[Cee-Lo (Nas)] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.. (Uh-oh, yeah) [Nas] Mr. International The man centerfold women loathe Voice bump out the Bose in a tinted Rolls Craftiness, take a stab at it Don't ask if Nasty's back at it I don't run out of magic Popular, box-cutter flow Time is money; the watch cost dough Shaking the dice, fragrances from some beautiful ladies The lights, the ambiance, yeah, this is the life The money, hotties on each arm--It's on I party like a rap star, baby the facts are: the third time's a charm So meet me by the Eiffel Tour bring a bottle of Dom [Cee-Lo] I am here (I am here) This is the place (This is the place) The atmosphere of espionage at expensive tape And each one that I see is an unfamiliar face So I guess I'll just cut straight through the chase And before I could say the name of whom I came to see Someone suspicion then came to me I'm so close and I've come so far A glass of red wine sits from the women at the end of the bar I love to talk to you but I don't have the time She looks like the prettiest part of a perfect crime Ohh if I could I could I'd put a picket fence around a wild flower But darling I have less than an hour (I have less than an hour) (I have less than an hour) Hmm Oh Funny how time flies when you're having fun (Nas: Yeah, let' em know) But I got to do what must be done [Nas] You on a winning streak You survived the killer streets Now you at the crap table, where the real villains meet Number seven might get you to Heaven You break the bank, just might make you a legend It's after eleven, you playing against a poker face Genie eyes, light green, sipping on Bellini's You play your cards right, she'll let you touch She'll be a devil in disguise, lady incubus Better know who to trust She might roll with thugs who roll bodies up in Asian rugs I'ma rush up and move on 'em, put the uz' on 'em The crews do something new, inform me [Cee-Lo] (I have less than an hour) Oh time will wait baby (I have less than an hour) Ew oh ew hmm I'm in the pursuit of my own personal power And I only have an hour |
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Life..... I wonder....
Will it take me under.... I don't no. Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassin' Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder feeling like life is over these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot my son got nut evedently, is elementery they want us all gone eventually trooping out of state for a plate knowledge, if coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashin' fashion design your clothes lace in your click up with diamond roles Your people on the doe, no parole, no rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers Just some toughts for the mind I take a glince in to time, watch the glimp read the world is mine... Chorus: If I ruled the world, imagine that... I'd free all my sons, I love em love in baby... Black diamonds and pearls, could it be if you could be mine we both shine... If I rule the world, Still livin' for today in these last days and times. Now it I'd be paradise life relaxin' black, latino and anglo- saxon armani exchange the raines cash lords trouble Shabazz free at last brand new whips to craft now we laught in the hiller path The Viller house is for the crow how we do trees for breakfast dime sex as been streches So many years of depression make me vision, the better livin' type of place to raise kids in Opening eyes to the lise, history told foul but I'm as wise is the whole 'oul plus the gold child seein' things like I was controllin' click rollin' trickin' six digits on kicks and still holdin' Trips to Paris, I civilise every savage gimme one shot I turn strife like the labage Political prisonner set free, stress free no work release purple and threes and jet skiis feel the wimp breeze in west indies I heard correder Scott King makin' the cities in reverse themes to Willies, it sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown I'd open every cell in Atika send em to africa. Chorus (X2) And then we'll walk right up to the sun hand in hand we'll walk right up to the sun we won't land You'd love to hear the story how the thugs live and worry, duck kinda car see teach mendatory runnin' from Jake getting chased hunger for papes These out of brakes many mistakes go down out of state way, I had to let Marine we carry weight Triin' get lace flip the ace stack the safe Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop camber Makin' moves in Allena backin' fourth strambler cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich still nobody want a nigga have a shit If I rules the world and everything in it, skies the limit I push a cue 4-5 and finish it wouln't be no such thing of jealosy of the felony Strickly living a long longevety to the distany I tought I'd never see but, reality struck |
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Uhh, what, what, uhh.. Chorus: Nas (set to Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams") Street dreams are made of these Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin a key Everybody's lookin for somethin.. Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's lookin for somethin.. [Nas] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear Nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream the first trip without the clique Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million without the FBI catchin feelings Chorus [Nas] From fat cat to papi, niggaz see the cat Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back Holdin gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back Livin with moms, gettin it on, flushin crack down the toilet Two sips from bein alcoholic Nine hundred ninety nine thou from bein rich but now I'm all for it My man saw it like Dionne Warwick A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with The cartel Argentina coke with the nina Up in the hotel, smokin on sessamina Trina got the fishscale between her The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her She got me back livin sweeter, fresh Caesar Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins Bitches blow me while hoppin in the drop-top BM Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this Chorus [Nas] Growin up project-struck, lookin for luck dreamin Scopin the large niggaz beamin, check what I'm seein Cars, ghetto stars pushin ill Europeans G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n Young, early 80's, throwin rocks at the crazy lady Worshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me The street raised me up, givin a fuck I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was livin it up I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty Ain't that funny? Gettin put on to crack money With all the gunplay, paintin the kettle black hungry A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin coke as they career But I'm a rebel stressin, to pull out of the heat no doubt With Jeeps tinted out, spendin never holdin out Chorus 2X |
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Escobar season has returned...
Its been a long time been a long time comin' Looks like the death of me now But you know, there's no turning back now. This is what makes me. This is what I am. Hear me, lets go) Chorus: Puffy You can hate me now (QB) But I won't stop now (Real Niggas) Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts) You can hate me now (C'mon) But I won't stop now You gonna hate me I'ma hate you too Cause I can't stop now Simple as that You can hate me now Die motherfucker die motherfucker die You can hate me nooow You don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck () Do it now, Do It now, weak, jealous motherfuckers, do it now Fuck y'all Verse 1: Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy Ice that I wear, clothes that I try Close your eyes, picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin Bitches honeys that swollen the riches, nas get in ya most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters Commentators ring side try watchin my paper almost a decade quite impressive most of the best is in the essence for this rap shit that I stand for expanding more to the big screen bill gates dreams but it seems youd rather see me in jail with state dreams want me off the scene fast but good things last like your favorite m.c. still makin' some mean cash first rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects but you still wanna hate, be my guest I suggest money is power motherfucker I got millions of thugs on salary, bitch Do it now Chorus I won't stop can't stop you gon'hate me I hate you too you can hate me now you can hate me now Do it now, I told you do it now lets go Verse 2: You wanna hate me then hate me what can I do? but keep gettin money funny I was just like you I had to hustle hard never give up until I made it now y'all sayin that's a clever nigga nothing to play with hate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol G People warn me, when you're on top there's envy took my niggas out the hood but you doubt on us sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us My bad, should I step out my shoes give 'em to you? here's my car and my house you can live in that too criticize when I flow for the streets hate my dress code Gucci this, Fendi that what you expect hoe nickname esco took this game to its threshold best flow I bet the whole U.S. know try to make it like you the realest but who the illest? think we all know the answer to that cause niggas feel this right you think I'm gonna come this far and let you niggas stop me now?) I hate you too Do it now Chorus I like this, I like the way this feels Verse 3: Its a thin line between paper and hate friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights Hell or the pearly gates I was destined to come predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs second to none, wicked turn wives to widows shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one took a little time to claim my spot chairman of the board until this game stop and I side with the Lord ride for the cause while driving, niggas shot out my doors plottin, I'm sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaw try stickin my up but I but I flipped on these ducks () Instead of me ambulances were picking them up () niggas fear what they don't understand hate what they can't conquer guess its just a theory of man became a monster, atop of the world never fallin I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin c'mon hey y'all can't see a nigga like me, never in your life) and that's what you can't understand Chorus (x2) (Do it now, do it now) (do it now, do it now) (c'mon) (Hate me now, hate me now) (C'mon niggas, c'mon niggas) (do it now, get the shit over with) (it ain't gonna ever stop niggas) |
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