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My niggaz got scarred grills
Skully hats and gats be fullys Brrrat cars peel the East Coast cartel Rats get their tails snapped and trapped The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap Pure euphoria a dose of death to all of ya Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria Dreams of fallin' in the elevator passin' floors Suddenly stop the doors open up to a brick wall I can smell the haters wishful thinkers bad luck prayers Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards gettin' sprayed up Sabotagin' my makeup my watches get laced up Even if they indicted Jacob Forensics Paramedics carry cowards off Defibrillators shock to your chest try to cough They die and hit Hell from an iron I'm flyin' wire or cell I'm paid from this shit Got bitches high as hell and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist They get sent to your hotel a maid and shit Put a barrel in a capo mouth 'til his scalp come out You a kid you don't live what you rap about King poetic too many haters to count Too much paper to count QB BITCH Join me in war many will live many will mourn Money Over Bullshit pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Join me in war many will live many will mourn Money Over Bullshit pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Got seven candles lit black wallpaper black carpet Thinkin' about which nigga to target You kill a nigga today he lives forever So I plotted out smarter there'll be no Martyrs Black Tec on the table Mag 44 Black negligee on my bitch she's at the door Black fish eggs that's the caviar You niggaz fish made y'all niggaz is fifth grade Niggaz it's fifty ways to disect the General If I give ya the top five you will not survive cocksucker keep my name from your tongue thought ya knew don't fuck with God's Son see matter fact I just wait If y'all reach top five then I'ma eat y'all alive Each one of you guys that claim Hip Hop is still alive Like y'all ain't in agreement wit Nas Join me in war many will live many will mourn Money Over Bullshit pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Join me in war many will live many will mourn Money Over Bullshit pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength From crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers And morticians to fortresses casedismisses Laced in riches cake ridiculous From nickel and dimin to trickin them diamonds Vegas From non blastin to auto I don't have to blast mine They blast mine black nine you flatline My cash climb buy rare art Antique pieces Mona Lisa's own no leases Five star restaurant eaters don't forget who your peeps is 'Sposed to dine with you sip that good wine with you Only if they grind with you or slang for ya Seen niggaz live laugh party and die in that very same corner Pretty girls glance at us status unconceivable Private planes landed out in Teterboro weed I twirl Once even gave me a phobia That I be in a spot trapped like Madame Zenobia's With this kid eyein' my Rolly y'all Join me in war many will live many will mourn Money Over Bullshit pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Join me in war many will live many will mourn Money Over Bullshit pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength There it is QB bitch QB bitch QB bitch |
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Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah y'all New York City Tryna to see where I'm a go tonight The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world The other night nigga was at Lotus I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there you know But I found this new spot we went to the other night yo Check it out check it out how it went It was just cool like smooth night wit' my jewels bright Goons left goons right coupe wit' blue lights Bad girls in black pearls gave us cat calls Took 'em back to the crib to break they ass off In the loft mixin' hash and 'dro Honey spreaded that asshole like a wide mouth bass Sippin' wine out the glass Teddy Pendergrass blast When the phone ring the house lights flash Turned down the sound let's get down to bidness Shit about to go down wit' some foul niggaz What the voice said what up pop Who want it I put the guap up get the boy popped He say son stop it's dudes you feedin' Who feedin' other dudes but they really not eatin' Dog This our food You that it trickles down to Niggaz want beef I want some of that cow too But I'm in my princely robe simply rich Don't bother me wit' silly shit call Rico He said it IS Rico of all people Gave his moms furs called up the mayor To get his crime pardoned his son's godfather Said the nigga shot up my cars Last night he laid for me to come out my doors Niggaz always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggaz always on that bullshit Now ya funeral the preacher's at the pulpit Niggaz always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggaz always on that bullshit Now ya funeral the preacher's at the pulpit High fly send a fella loaf or glass Fold up cash you ain't heard the soldier's half You speakin' hogwash silly shit to dash I got the live sparked Phillies lit smoker's jacket on The son of a Cap ricorn my dad's a don What you think that he spawned A slacker Nah Packed the nines yo this nigga's asinine Smack ya mom relaxed and calm then mack ya mom In a casket you'll get ya fashion on You'll be in a suit and tie you'll die You'll make maggots turn to flies fuckin' wit' Nas Remember anyone can get it at anytime Lames'll swear by ya name when they lie Get hit wit' the lone star ripped where ya bones are So tell me how yo' ass gon' run from a C Z P O 1 In the midst of real steel movers you a loser Merk you wit'cha own shooters All you want is a name pissed and insane My security system my playspot a fireplace listen Then it goin' off start spittin' Niggaz try to bring it where I live in Trustin' you knew where all of the cribs at So we waited wit' the cigs blat blat blat Niggaz always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggaz always on that bullshit Now ya funeral the preacher's at the pulpit Niggaz always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggaz always on that bullshit Now ya funeral the preacher's at the pulpit You can't kill me You can't kill me |
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Yea niggaz want to
talk about this rap shit Niggaz want to talk about this money About these cars these homes these labels Clothes sneakers big money shit Now everybody tryin' to get rich Now get rich niggaz fuck it Some rap pioneers be them crackheads When they speak you see missin' teeth Silver chain with a silver piece Niggaz your grandfather's age They pants still hangin' down they legs talkin' about they ain't paid And they hate you 'cause they say you ain't pay dues And was stealin' and robbin' them I feel it's a problem we gotta resolve Hip Hop been dead we the reason it died Wasn't Sylvia's fault or because MC's skills are lost It's because we can't see ourselves as the boss Deep rooted through slavery self hatred The Jewish stick together friends in high places We on some low level shit We don't want niggaz to ever win See everybody got a label Everybody's a rapper but few flow fatal It's fucked up it all started from two turntables When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry On Tradition When they knight you then you go to fight go to war don't petition Carry On Tradition Carry On Tradition Carry on ca carry on Carry On Tradition Carry On Tradition when you rep what we rep Then Carry On Tradition Now some of these new rappers got their caps flipped backwards Wit their fingers intertwined in some gang sign madness I got an exam let's see if y'all pass it Let's see who can quote a Daddy Kane line the fastest Some of you new rappers I don't understand your code You have your man shoot you like in that Sopranos episode Do anythin' to get in the game mixtapes you spit hate Against bosses hungry fucks are moraless You should be tossed in a pit full of unfortunate vocalists Niggaz I coulda wrote your shit I had off time was bored wit this I coulda made my double LP just by samplin' different parts of Nautilus Still came five on the charts with zero audience The lane was open and y'all was droppin' that garbage shit Y'all got awards for your bricks it got good to ya You started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry On Tradition When they knight you then you go to fight go to war don't petition Carry On Tradition Carry On Tradition Carry on ca carry on Carry On Tradition Carry On Tradition when you rep what we rep Then Carry On Tradition Now niggaz got the studio poppin' it's mad clearer Engineers got his earplugs and still hear us The live in the park sound versus the studio state of art sound We on the charts now from British Walkers and Argyles Look at us rap stars now wit our black cars now Fortune 500 listed brunches sip Cipriani's Sippin' blunted with rich white guys around me Thick white girls around me Chinese lined up Because I'm what every dime lust We used to be a ghetto secret can't make my mind up If I want that or the whole world to peep it Now Carry On Tradition Fuck a bum wack rapper makin' his career out of dissin' Peace to the strugglin' artists and dead one's gone we miss 'em I promise I Carry On Tradition When they crown you and you rise up to your position Carry On Tradition When they knight you then you go to fight go to war don't petition Carry On Tradition Carry On Tradition Carry on ca carry on Carry On Tradition Carry On Tradition when you rep what we rep Then Carry On Tradition |
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| 4. |
| 2:45 |
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Redhead Kingpin Tim Dog
have you seen 'em Kwame King Tee or King Sun Super Lover Cee Casanova Rud Antoinette Rob Base never showin up You see Black Sheep Group Home Busy Bee Ask Ill and Al Skratch Where My Homiiies Leave it to y'all these niggaz left for dead Last week my man swore he saw Special Ed Rap is like a ghost town real mystic Like these folks never existed They the reason that rap became addictive Play they CD or wax and get lifted I recommend when your kid turn ten Let him hear Spice 1 made plenty noise Positive K Father MC the Skinny Boys Where are they now HEY Where are where are they now HEY Where are they now Where are they now HIT MEH See I remember them forever The original Spinderella Lakim Shabazz Fu Schnickens Buckshot Finesse and Sequence Who was a Rappin' Duke Da ha Silk tie and leather was cute Body and soul was Dee from Pump It Up's group Oaktown 357 J J Fad too Had pop hits and gold ropes Where my man Young MC and Tone Loc Kris Kross the BOSS Divine Styler Def Jef of course let's break it down ta Mic Geronimo Pharcyde and Coolio I heard Craig Mack back in the studio Have you seen these lost MC's Funky Four Plus One Force MD's Miss Melody I hope she packin' a bankroll As well as educated rap for ice and Kangol Shante she from around my way yo E P M D K Solo where are they now HEY Where are where are they now HEY Where are they now HIT MEH Q B First off this ain't no diss record This for some of my homies that were misrepresented Legends of the game y'know What up to Moe Dee the legend Rest in peace Cowboy Yeah male female DJ's e'rybody Rest in peace Jam Master Jay the whole crew word up Juice Crew All Stars MC Shan Tragedy Craig G Yeah nigga yeah nigga Shan whaddup baby Where are they now |
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| 5. |
| 3:45 |
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Hip hop
Hip hop Is dead Had to flip this track again y'all Is dead Hip hip hop Hip hip hop NYC Dirty South West Coast Midwest Let's go If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead Yeah people smoke chill party and die in the same corner Get cash live fast body their man's mama Quick fast trigger fingers on the llama Revenge in their eyes Hennessy and the ganja Word to the wise with villain state of minds Grindin' hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grindin' hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grindin' hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Whenever if ever I roll up it's sown up Any ghetto will tell ya' Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and billin' I helped blow 'em up Gave my man my right I could have went left So like my girl Foxy the kid went Def deaf So people who's your top ten Is it MC Shan Is it MC Ren If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead she's dead The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin' Come through something ill missin' the ceilin' What influenced my raps Stickups and killings Kidnappings project buildings drug dealings Criticize that why is that 'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap 'Cuz we love to talk on nasty chickens Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz musicians Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues Oh I they like me in my white tee You can't ice me we here for life B On my second marriage hip hop's my first wifey And for that we not takin' it lightly If hip hop should die we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together All together now If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead she's dead Everybody sound the same commercialize the game Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business It forgot where it started So we all gather here for the dearly departed Hip hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man then a mobster If it dies let me get my last swig of Vodka R I P we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to MP3's From Beat Street to commercials on Mickey D's From gold cables to Jacobs From plain facials to Botox and face lifts I'm lookin' over my shoulder It's about eighty people from my hood that showed up And they came to show love Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut |
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| 3:10 |
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Look here see
Pretty Mike shanked Two Face Al over some gal Found the body dead in the isles Death by strangulation Microphone cord a dirty broad Guess they'll never play it again Sam Damn that was my jam Now she's on the lamb She made it out with 200 grand What a scam While these two compete on who's the star of the show Golden legs there makes off with the dough I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher He said one glance is all it took ya She's a real looker They say her old mans a bootlegger Transporting in any weather And at this rate we'll never get her Fellas think it's time to call it a night All this talk of this mystery dame's gettin' me tight Thought I saw her in my eyesight right Hate to spoil the party What are you guys havin' the same Waiter another round for the gang It's strange how I always felt outta place Joe The Butcher's my ace but in comes Freckle Face So I said see you later 'Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators An idiot can tell they're involved with the caper So I pulled the revolver on my waist up Between the patrol car and the gray truck Behind the street lamp was a silouhette White gloves and a real long cigarette What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope She spoke says the devil got you guys by the throat Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence That's the reason why Eric B is not president Well what do ya say Ya see Ya see Ya see Look here see I know you got soul your trying to hide it How did you kill a man out in cypress One Eyed Charlie He only hangs with the criminal minded Says you guys did it doggy style is he lyin' She says Walk This Way I'll tell you a Children's Story We hit the bodega got her a few 40's We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide Swallowed it whole bottle's half empty Drinks like a fish now she's past tipsy The truth came out as we got to her suave house Chopped and screwed her mouth and sat me on the couch I said it's gettin late c'mon give it to me straight Who's ya sponsor lady She says Bill Gates What are ya born 7778 She says Nah it goes way to an earlier date Slave times claims the slaves said rhymes But she fell in love with some fella named Clive Who Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave the Bronx Now she shows me the cash I said who's Clive don't play with me skirt She said Clive Campbell He's Kool Herc Listen up sweetheart Now we gettin somewhere As she's talkin she starts vanishing in thin air But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died She said if you really love me I'll come back alive |
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I know you can feel the
magic baby Turn the motherfuckin lights down Esco whuttup Whuttup homey I mean it's what you expected ain't it Let's go Turn the music up and the headphones Yea that's perfect we gots to take and make a nigga wait on this motherfucker Make niggaz mad and shit like Niggaz usually start rappin' after 4 bars nigga go in Start dancin' in this motherfucker Yea niggaz come outta nowhere I feel like a Black Republican money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good too much thug in 'em Probably in the back of the hood I'm like Fuck it then Huddlin' over the oven we was like brothers then Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend We had governin' who would of thought the love would end Like ice cold album all good things Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood sang Thought it was all wood grain all good brain You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign Could bring should bling the game and I could It's kill or be killed how could I refrain And foreva be in debt that's never a good thing To the pressure for success can put a good strain On a friend you call best and yes it could bring Out the worst in every person even the good's insane Though we rehearsed it's just ain't the same When you put in the game at age sixteen Then you mix things like cars jewelry and miss things Jealousy ego and pride and this brings It all to a head like coin cha ching The rule of evil strikes again this could sting Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point This puts the ring in jeopardy until Liberty I feel like a Black Republican money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good too much thug in 'em Probably in the back of the hood I'm like Fuck it then I feel like a black militant takin' over the government Can't turn my back on the hood too much love for them Can't clean my act up for good too much thug in 'em Probably in up back in the hood I'm like fuck it then I'm back in the hood they like Hey Nas Blowin' on purp' reflectin' on they lives Couple of fat cats couple of A I's Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies Gray 5's hate guys wishin' our reign dies Pitch sling pies and niggaz they sing why Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time Weak minds follow the street signs I'm standin' on the roof of my building I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef I inhale it Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself though the hoops of fire Sippin' 80 proof bulletproof under my attire Could it be the forces of darkness against hood angels of good That forms street politics makes a sweet honest kid Turn illegal for commerce to get his feet out of them Converse That's my word I feel like a Black Republican money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good too much thug in 'em Probably in the back of the hood I'm like Fuck it then I feel like a black militant takin' over the government Can't turn my back on the hood too much love for them Can't clean my act up for good too much thug in 'em Probably in up back in the hood I'm like fuck it then |
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| 4:10 |
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What nigga
What bitch ass niggaz What Babe babe start the car Nasir come on let's go Get in the car now let's go Throw it out let's go Aight aight aight yeah But I got 'em But I got 'em though This is crazy why didn't you just throw it out of the car This is so stupid what are you doing Why are we even out here Why are we out here What's going on This is retarded yo we gotta This is crazy Never again You'd throw everything away for what Yeah my man Kool G Rap told me son do not look back Chill up in the mansion with a fat glutious max relax When people act schoolin' with facts tell 'em At this point in my life I'm all about chillin' Ridin' around in something sick and the dress flies And twist homie's hermano just died I gotta let it ride That's what I got the publicthinkin' my nigga Just cause I ain't in the hood don't mean shit my nigga I know who died before the body dropped I know the guns that were used how much money the shooter got Cause on the private yacht I'm still within earshot of it all The top ten list of the most grimiest guys of all time Is all we talk when we talk of New York y'all Who to call and who to stay away from Whose mother's address to have just to play it safe son Women they lust up so quick to give 'em up What cars and what trucks they drive in what towns They spend the most time in when they grindin' I found out most of them are cowards they hidin' Behind reputations that's sour Not going back The streets keep tryin' to say Come back around this way I've already gone that way I won't go back today The streets keep tryin' to say Come back around this way I've already gone that way I won't go back today I'm not goin' back First thing that happen when you make a little paper You think the Marriot is livin' in a skyscraper Til' you come across some ever more flyer paper Realize that five star 'tellies are even greater Terry cloth robes elegance movie shit Heated up marble floors with jacuzzis in it First class flights diamonds in your crucifixes All those things you still ain't really doin' shit kid Cause in reality I'll earn my salary The way I flaunted it then would now embarrass me It kinda make me wanna hate bling it's a race thing How they sell blacks to bootleg shit infact Real millionaires spend 60 mil on paintings Whores charge niggaz with raping Cause we come out doors of Maybach cars Watch us make bets on race tracks smokin' cigars So they counter the laws to take what's ours Bout 500K on a lawyer to beat the charge So you can't stop us from making a billion dollars Instead of goin' back I'm buying the projects But I'm not going back The hood's in me forever y'all But I'm not going back The streets keep tryin' to say Come back around this way I've already gone that way I won't go back today The streets keep tryin' to say Come back around this way I've already gone that way I won't go back today And of course y'all know what I'm not going back to Those no friends of mine And I'm not going back to Ten carat gold it shine And I'm never going back to Sony if they don't have dough to sign Not going back to Y'all know that I'm not going back to Those liars who would Not going back to Not help you if they could Coke on the stove in the hood The hood's in me forever y'all But I'm not going back The streets keep tryin' to say Come back around this way I've already gone that way I won't go back today The streets keep tryin' to say Come back around this way I've already gone that way I won't go back today |
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Some people
Some people Some people really are And as the sun sets and the night falls and them hoes call He pulled up at 6 30 in his 745 As he wavin' his shorty hi you know he showin' his bling out She got in the car he drove he pulled his thing out His girl call feelin' she mad she threw the ring out How she found out she dreamt the whole thing out Y'all be goin' through problems you gotta work the kinks out When you go to sleep what do you think 'bout If y'all get a divorce she gon' take everything except the kitchen sink out Make it so cold that you gotta pull ya mink out Or grab ya roller skates and turn a roller rink out You now back up in the club in the club tryna min gle Meanwhile doin' the same thing now Nightmares from your dream gal make ya scream out Some people really still dreamin' make ya scream out still st still dreamin' one two one two Some dreams stay dreams some dreams come true They are still dreaming one two one two Some dreams stay dreams some dreams come true Some people really Some people really Some people really are How you a man waitin' for the next man to get rich Yo' plan is to stick out yo' hand real quick So if he feed ya family and he serve you shit Then he need that head you get and he deserve your bitch Since you wishin' cash fall from the sky all ya life Dwellin' on the past when you was alright When you was gettin' cash but wasn't too bright Now ya luck down you feel like bustin' them shells Nobody owe you can't do nothin' for self Want niggaz to show you how to come up wit' green I scheme since I'm fourteens what the fuck was your dream Rental cars sayin' you was seen Wit' little niggaz wit' a chain you was doin' ya thing How high was I You the thousandth guy That came around thinkin' we can see eye to eye We on a different echelon coulda got bread together Now you gets deaded on Some people really so keep dreamin' still Still dreaming one two one two Some dreams stay dreams some dreams come true one two one two Some dreams stay dreams some dreams come true still dreamin' Some people really Some people really Some people really are She had several cars she had credit cards a castle Large master bathroom gettin' a pedicure Belaney by the glassful said she been meanin' to ask who Would need a cash rule who could blast tools And I'm eatin' cashews knew she was bad news But we mad cool nothin' sexual 'cause I knew her since high school Grew up wit' my dudes like one of my crews She worked for Fox News One of her mans that she lent her drop to Won't come back wit' it so she want him clapped in it Says it's important that it looks like an accident She was snortin' and her eyes had bags in it Sheets was recordin had a wire askin' shit Four days before I came by she got bagged wit' bricks Crossed the line from her world of news castin' To a world of entrapment a good girl gone backwards Still dreamin' Some people really Some people really Some people really are still Still dreaming one two one two Some dreams stay dreams some dreams come true one two one two Some dreams stay dreams some dreams come true still dreamin' |
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I gotta lay down the block
when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta lay down the block when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation Feds feast on street dons look at their teeth showin' Salivatin' at the mouth South to East Orange Keep pourin' that liquor but nigga don't sleep on it You'll be givin' up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it For legal fees in the penal dorm Screamin' on the horn with 'bout thirty years on your conscience I'm watchin' brothers disappear it's appallin' Some dudes had just only a year of ballin' Counter intelligence found a strange evidence Still we behind the wheel with heat on us hangin' with predicates Position we placed in caves in so they got us caged in Ways spinnin' like Mike Bivens from New Edition aging I got families I'm feeding 'cause my mans is bleeding Every five seconds look in all directions I come through prepared I give 'em a call I'm close bring them guns downstairs I gotta lay down the block when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta lay down the block when the block is hot hold it down I gotta use my imagination to change the situation it's beef week Monday murder Two niggaz dead Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday is hearse day Friday somebody gotta die day Saturday Chillin' wit your chick and a bag of haze Wonderin' how it's all gon' end and what type of way 'Cause Sunday back to gunplay Mo' shit start over nothin' And get finished quick 'cause the art of repercussion Yeah a G' going out indecent Takin' a plea agreement thinkin' he secret Escape the crime scene now you live straight like 9 15 Then one time intervene My man ain't like me sayin' I don't care if I die But the SIG Sauer on me now I'm scared to die You thinkin' the one I send to clap you be a shorty But he old school holdin' a 38 he in his forties I gotta lay down the block when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta lay down the block when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta Anytime brothers can't get jobs then they rob A man rather die than live on his knees and starve Cops steady askin' your man what happened First he tell then he stop like he not really rattin' Guess he not really in that casket from a sawed off Listen peep game from the brain of an all star The rain hurt niggaz bones who been shot Metal pins in their leg they walk with a limp hop The streets lie so you better be cautious Your man'll fry you plus everybody talkin' A vet don't step where I walked in Make your own path be a legend in your skin Make your own cash don't stress what I'm forcin' Don't expect more when you put in less work than all them Queensbridge projects has taught him and that's for life You heard me right I got the block When the block is hot When the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta hold down the block when the block is hot I gotta use my imagination to change the situation I gotta hold down the block when the block is hot |
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I want the Langston Hughes
and Alex Haley got blazed before they told stories I'ma get blazed before I tell y'all stories I saw on tv today this man lost his son his son died So he had him cremated took his ashes and then made it to a Diamond ring Now he watches his son shine everyday I just thought about that while I sit here ashing in this ash tray The makin' of a mad band Intricate stories of DeVante Swing Ava Gardner the crashin' of James Dean Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome But Alex was puttin' coke in his nose nigga whylin' Could be a myth but I swear that the source was close Phyllis Hyman Killed herself it was crazy mommy was bad they say Donny Hathaway freefall from a balcony he swings As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me Did I did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy And will the money and fame out last me The blunt's ash falls down in the ash tray Will I see my whole life fly past me I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy Did I anything else you wanna know just wanna ask me Sam trusted Womack with his main lady He tossin' in the grave like this is how you repay me A change gon' come wish you didn't trust me so much Marvin said no mountain's high enough fly stuff David Ruffin was punchin' Tammy Terrell gave her concussions While the Funk Brothers was layin' down the percussion When Flo from the Surpremes died Diana Ross cried Many people said that she was laughin' inside As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me Did I did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy And will the money and fame out last me The blunt's ash falls down in the ash tray Will I see my whole life fly past me I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy Did I anything else you wanna know just wanna ask me John F Kennedy's enemies dealt with treachery It interests me Judy Campbell in Gucci sandals She's what a temptress be The death of Ennis Cosby what a mystery Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington Someone is sabotaging them Watch out for the traps Larry Troutman killed his brother Roger Troutman Then he killed himself that's the end of Zapp And I wouldn't change a thing mistakes of the greats This is what came from their pain From their hurt we gain an unfair exchange I could smell old bogey cigars Long record perfumes smellin' just as sweet Me and my wife K flyin' in a drop top like Ruby and Ottis Davis baby Knaw'mean yo man I get smoked out and start thinkin' about Patty McDaniels got a Oscar for playin' Mami in Gone With The Wind And she didn't get allowed wasn't even allowed to go to the premier Could'ya couldn't go to premier to her joint they were strong back then man Blunt from my ash tray nothin' gon' to live past me |
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check check testing
It's clear out there It's like I'm hang gliding over the hood Never worry no no no no Check let there be light No gang banging in New York tonight Just murals of Biggie Smalls bigger then life Turn up the kid mic cuz ya'll ain't listening right What's all this talk that Nas got bought I'd rather outline my body in white chalk Ain't nobody been where I been they at a stand still This is all overseen by my man Will As I walk through the shadow of death I know that I ain't got much time left And they don't really wanna see the good in me Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me And I I know my business so my sins great And I I thank the hood for all the love they gave And I Forgive 'em all they did they best to hate Oh let there be light This ain't the glorified just painting the street picture There's no God in sir Bibles just blunt and switches Gillettes cut pain in kitchen Now every rapper wanna claim he hang with Kenneth Supreme Griffith It's like the same difference cept when niggaz get arraigned They don't want the same sentence niggaz get to snitchin If I could reverse the monsters and turn forward the razas And bring back the niggaz who was livest Old hustlers reminscing on better days They home doing nothing might as well be in a cage Hating on young brothers one foot in the grave They used to love us til we found our own way thru the maze New York set trippin and flaggin Got the West Coast laughing now Esco's asking What happened My homegirl from upper Manhattan She remembers the quarters that's Latin alotta rat a tat tatting As I walk through the shadow of death I know that I ain't got much time left And they don't really wanna see the good in me Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me And I I know my business so my sins great And I I thank the hood for all the love they gave And I Forgive 'em all they did they best to hate Oh let there be light The son of the audio cassette era tech wearer Bullets and begets Binzbo's speaker terror Til' man I get mine til I'm dead so I can drive sumpthin red Like that horse standing on it's hind legs Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds I wanted bread like Wonder not manned a wanno like the parent of Lionel Nas is the Ghetto American Idol No matter what you do you're never getting my title I can't sound smart cuz ya'll'll run away They say I ain't hungry no more and I don't talk about 'ye Like there's no other way for a ex hustler Cake ya to touch ya I beg to differ When you're four years into the game we can have a conversation Eight years in the game I invite ya on vacation Ten years in the game after I've enjoyed my fame Only then I let ya pick my brain niggaz And I Right about now And I They don't really know And I They don't really see I don't even deal with all that garbage No no no We getting real right ya know And I That is Tre Williams ladies and gentlemen They should fear no Focus on good things man good times Heh heh alright As I walk through the shadow of death I know that I ain't got much time left And they don't really wanna see the good in me Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me And I I know my business so my sins great And I I thank the hood for all the love they gave And I Forgive 'em all they did they best to hate Oh let there be light As I walk through the shadow of death I know that I ain't got much time left And they don't really wanna see the good in me Ain't satisfied until they see the fool in me And I I know my business so my sins great And I I thank the hood for all the love they gave And I Forgive 'em all they did they best to hate Oh let there be light Oh let it be let it be Let it be let it be |
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light somethin'
stop frontin' how much money's enough think maybe like a trillion' figures pray my daughter don't wild like them Hilton sisters that'd kill me yo filthy rich my daughter pass it onto the next generation throwin' carnations at my tombstone in my new home meet mom's in my east st laurent suit on then we do a dance like my man luther dan but my verse came first i stole change out her purse now i wanna dig her up outta the earth two more but lean forward toward a new paragraph blue carrots D class strictly that Kush in the weed bags tryna' figure out what Barry Gordie had put in production studio's smokey now hard like Davin Ruffin hit a spliff through a seance and I play on playa Finest females i spit game on i spray tha gotta' get your papes on playa on playa before it's all gone sip don tip weight up do y'all thing when i swing baby spend dub's on yeh rugs gotta' live crazy finest females i spit game on i spray tha get your papes on playa on playa get your papes on play on playa get your papes on Ruby red grapefruit juice with grey goose rubies in the Jesus piece pimped out like Snoopy but a East Coast thing my girl's stocking tied up in a knot top a' my beanhead billion dollar dream head went from triple beams to digitals servin' fiends to minimal sixty g's no criminal no mo' jus mo' doe my motions pouring Oprah's earrings on fingers while your girl performs cunning lingas cause' there's big money a rumour lingers barber cleans his blade then they give me a fade hot towel on the face hot models who vommit after they eat so they can stay lightweight swallowin' my protein like an ovaltine shake come thru' like mo green from Godfather so clean where i step i Clorox it keep twenty g's on both sides of the thighs that's four pockets eighty thousand browse for the nicest price but we ain't into buyin' conflict ice that's the shit they stole from the Congo and other block soil true mack foil nappy hair jus spinnin' hunny gave me a massage with the happy ending finest females i jus came on and sprayed uh gotta get yeh papes on play on playa Finest females i spit game on i spray tha gotta' get your papes on playa on playa before it's all gone sip don tip weight up do y'all thing when i swing baby spend dub's on yeh rugs gotta' live crazy finest females i spit game on i spray tha get your papes on playa on playa play on playa It's kinda hard for a playa like you but let me show you how a nigga like me get revenue what ya never do is punk out whatchu better do never let the game get ahead of you get a better view better yet a better clue praise God imma marry you get your hoe to carry you bury you slowly roll me another blunt stuff it lick it puff it tuck it fuck it that man that game that thang it busts in D O Double G we trust yup yup young roll with the two steps he creepin' with tha two tec's they sleepin' with two chicks right before we blast all you heard was two clicks end of existence for instance rewind replay it re chop it remix it we twist it goddamn DO Double G cuz we missed it travel slow im an indian but not a navajo i smoke the big leaf end all the big beefs my hair in two braid's im the big chief ladda da' beep bah baddda break that down how fresh yeh are the king from Queens Mr Escobar connect with the best from the west yes yes yah are oh my god it's Snoop Dogg and Nas playa play on play on play on play on |
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There comes a day in your life
when you wanna kick back Straw hat on the porch when you old perhaps Wanna gather your thoughts have a cold one Brag to your grandkids about how life is golden So I will light a cigar in the corridor of the crib Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did All the money and fame 8 by 10's of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame Collidin with big names that could've made your career stop All that and your man is still here and I'm still hot Wow I need a moment y'all See I almost felt a tear drop When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas the millionaire the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule but always on time These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me I'm that history I'm that block I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot I'm that kid by the number spot That's my past that made me hot Here's my life long anthem Can't forget about you Can't forget about Can't forget about you Can't forget about the old school Bam Cas Melle Mel Flash Rocksteady spinnin on they back Can't forget when the first rap Grammy went to Jazzy Fresh Prince Fat Boys broke up rap hasn't been the same since So irregular how it messed you up when Mr T became a wrestler Can't forget about Jordan's retirement The shot Robert Horry to win the game in the finals kid Some things are forever some things are not It's the things we remember that gave the world shock They stay in a place in your mind so snug Like who the person was with whom you first make love When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas the millionaire the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule but always on time These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me I'm not history I'm that block I'm that lifestyle I'm that spot I'm that kid by the number spot That's my past that made me hot Here's my life long anthem Can't forget about you Can't forget about you Can't forget about you Unforgettable unsubmittable I go by N now Just one syllable it's the end cause the game's tired It's the same vibe Good Times had right after James died That's why the gangsta rhymers ain't inspired Heinous crimes help record sales more than creative lines And I don't wanna keep bringing up the greater times But I'm a dreamer nostalgic with the state of mind The past the past enough of it aight then But nothing gives me chills like Douglas and Tyson Or Mike when his talk was live Or when he first did the moon walk on Motown 25 When was the last time you heard a real anthem Nas the millionaire the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme Never on schedule but always on time These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me truly this is what made me Break me not a thing's gonna break me That's why darling it's incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too |
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Dre he a Compton Compton OG
Nas he a QB QB true G Do the history Way before The Firm like back in the day Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away But we still get together like every several years to sprinkle a little bit of Heaven for your ears Relax sippin' Calico in Rio stupid fuckers Low key know G's but it's still Gucci luggage I love Cape Cod and watchin' fly bitches with grey eyes wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by I like to celebrate why 'cause I can vision collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate So every breath I take is all about the rules It's hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude So crack the Patron it's on heathens The God's back Hard body Mr Jones never leavin' Hustlers dealers drop top riders Make that cake cop two five fivers Pimps and players platinum diamonds East to West Coast we riders Hustlers dealers drop top riders Make that cake cop two five fivers Pimps and players platinum diamonds East to West Coast then OV He a Compton Compton OG Mix that with a QB QB true G What you got's A concoction of some different ghetto blocks West Coast kill the tracks East Coast gunshots He a Compton Compton OG Mix that with a QB QB true G What you got's A concoction of some different ghetto blocks West Coast kill the tracks East Coast gunshots 1995 eleven years from the day I'm in the record shop with choices to make Illmatic on the top shelf The Chronic on the left homie Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me So fuck it I stole both spent the twenty on a dub sack Ripped the package off Illmatic and bumped that For my niggaz it was too complex when Nas rhymed I was the only Compton nigga with a New York State of Mind Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm bangin' The Firm Dre was king then so I waited my turn Fast forward now I'm makin 'em burn Ended my peers careers hollered at Nas a hard lesson was learned So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga I stopped beefin' with niggaz 'cause I'm Ether to niggaz Comb the earth 'til there's no one left If I Ruled the World I summons all you weak rap niggaz to death He a Compton Compton OG Mix that with a QB QB true G What you got's A concoction of some different ghetto blocks West Coast kill the tracks East Coast gunshots Yo the Jordans sportin' Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin' you a walkin' coffin' The musket I tucked it you bluff it I bust it You're sideways talkin' so I lay often I wait patient to duct tape hatin' Fuck ass niggaz get bucked ass niggaz Pluck ashes of Cuban cigars you foolin' with Nas That's my name and I came with Rugers this time And if I'm sane that Soul Plane movie's the bomb Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm You can't revolve me embalm me calm me or harm me Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm bustin' See that's malarky you yappin' I open up the tripod to put the gatling on and I start clappin' Nasty man from baggin' grams and runnin' from cops to a mill' on the hand a mill' on the watch I'm fuckin' with Doc Hustlers dealers drop top riders Make that cake cop two five fivers Pimps and players platinum diamonds East to West Coast we riders Hustlers dealers drop top riders Make that cake cop two five fivers Pimps and players platinum diamonds East to West Coast then O V |
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Hip Hop it will never die
Hip Hop Hip Hop will never never die Ghetto niggaz struttin' with nothin' but dreams and Queens broke Mack 10's you can smell the PCP smoke Mele Mel told it real in the music he wrote Those were the days I remember We used to be close then I was nine coldest winter I remember Was slippin' in December two feet of snow Yeah that's the East Coast that black ice Symbolized the rap life It was slick and smooth I understood I had to come from the hood Doin' the Pee Wee Herman the Smurf Before them phones chirped The block's drugs flowin' didn't have your own work You had to have somebody else's a small chrome on your pelvis Starter Jacket Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic Your girl's too expensive she wants shellfish Red Lobster was poppin' standin' on that line forever I wish somebody would step on my Bally leather's Now it's whatever hip hop's forever Kept my radio on 98 or BLS Had a pre pubescent lyric gift but niggaz never hear me spit My little brother tried to warn 'em I was a tornado comin' He knew from inside like the eye of a storm And told my pops about it He gave us tickets to that Wild Style flick Double Trouble retarded we was the proudest I never had a summer job Sweepin' leaves socks to my knees Homemade shorts cutoff Lee's I ain't work a day in my life Wipin' away eraser of the paper man I'm just tryin' to say it right Big radio tape slowin' down Lower the lights go battery dead I gotta freeze 'em 'til they ice cold In the freezer later I'm starin' at the speaker Sunk in them 808's deeper cleanin' my sneakers Wit the bristles of a toothbrush soap and water I let the shoe strings soak in water Ain't got nothin' to do wit old school new school Dirty South West Coast East Coast This about us this our thing 'knaw' sayin' This came from the gut from the blood from the soul Right here man this is our thing man You know so I say what I say And I say what I say and I mean it Y'all take it how you wanna take it Cause if you're askin' Why is hip hop dead It's a pretty good chance you're the reason it died man It's a pretty good chance your lame ass corny ass is the reason it died man You don't give a fuck about you don't know nothin' about it You want this paper be a hustler You a hustler you ain't a rapper Get your paper man You know what I'm saying but this rap shit is real Bitch this shit is real bitch ha ha give hip hop give stay hip hop stay stay hip hop stay I pray hip hop pray I pray hip hop stays Live hiphop live Stay live hip hop live Give hip hop give give hip hop give Stay hip hop stay stay hip hop stay I pray hip hop pray I pray hip hop stays |
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[Man Singing & Humming in Foreign Language]
[Intro: Nas] They wanna shine on 'em Shine on 'em [x7] Yeah [Verse 1: Nas] They dug me out the soil in the Mines of the Motherland Now I'm misplaced, one hand to another hand Illegal smugglin', people strugglin' Wish they could just throw me back in the mud again Yeah, guess that's how we got here Slave Trade then the Diamond Trade Every child's afraid When his Mother and Father get sprayed Forced in the Army, young killer Brigade Gets a new name and then he give his nose glue Til' his mind can't take what he's gon' through Lookin' in that dirt for that ice so blue Then The Royal Family, the ice goes to And this thing has to change, feelin' half-ashamed As I rap with my Platinum chain When you shop for a gift for me You think about the misery? The same way we made Apartheid History We can do the same thing to the conflict ice But everybody wanna shine, right? [HooK: Nas] Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed They wanna Shine on 'em Shine on 'em [x7] [Verse 2: Nas] My VVS glimmers on my chest 200-thou-encrusted watch on my wrist I wonder how people starve to death When God bless the land that lacks the harvest The stone's equality, but they homes are poverty And the whole world ignores the robbery Bought my girl pretty rocks when she's mad at me Tear-drop shaped, uh, perfect Clarity It shocks, so many are killed annually 'Cause of greed, lust, and pure Vanity Stop talkin' and do somethin' about it Every Holiday Season, Jewelry stores crowded Kids snatched from their homes, Mutilated alive Husbands separated from wives, keep a Jesus piece to be fly But back in the day there was a time when they called us shine [HooK: Nas] Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed Everybody wants Heaven but nobody wants dead Everybody wants Diamonds without the Bloodshed They wanna shine on 'em Shine on 'em [x7] [Man Singing & Humming in Foreign Language] |
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