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from 요미 - 누나는 풍각쟁이 [single] (2011)
[W&M][Narration]
난 아직도· 네 안에- 살고있어 (Why .....not forget...anyway...I'm not yours....) 난 널 잊고선 살수-가 없어 (You...must be..alone. .yourself to me.... for a while) (M-RAP) You just passed me by..however if you comeback to me again illusion I know that You..... come back to me again [Duet NAR] [M&W] It's onemore time..... (It's onemore time) [M] 누난 나--와헤어진 그 날-에도 너 바---보처럼 울고 있었니? 나에--게 보란듯이 너는 웃으며 잘 지낼거라 (했었는데) [W] (You in my life) Just with your love 행복했던 I miss you 지난 시간들 나 네 여자로 다시 돌아가고 싶어 [M&W] 날 받아 줄래 (널 받아 줄래) [M] just careless in my life 내 작은 실수에 넌 이해할수 없다며 떠났지 우리 헤어진지 (체) 하루도 안되 (서) [M&W] 넌 내겔 전활 해 (난 네겔 전활 해) 어떻게 ( 널 잊고 ) 잘 지낼 ( 수 있니 ) 날 잊고 수 있니 (넌 내겐) 언-제-( 나 항상 전부였는데 ) [M&W] 너에게만은 내 모든 걸 다 준다해도 (그 무엇도 아깝지 않아--) [SABI-PART 1][M&W] 난 너에게-- (지금 나도--) .. 되돌-아 갈래 ....(기다릴게) 너무 힘들었--어 (힘들-었었니) 하루도 너 없이는 살수-가 없었어 난 (하루도 너 없이는 살수가 없었어 난) (네가 나에게) 돌아가면 그냥 아무일 없듯이 예전처럼 그냥 날 안아줘 (누나는 풍각쟁이야) [간주]----------------------------------- [M&W] 어떻게 ( 널 잊고 ) 잘 지낼 ( 수 있니 ) 날 잊고 수 있니 넌 내겐 (언-제- 나 항상 전부였는데 ) 내 모든걸 다 줄 수 있어 [SABI-PART 1][M&W] 난 너에게-- (지금 나도--) .. 되돌-아 갈래 ....(기다릴게) 너무 힘들었--어 (힘들-었었니) 하루도 너 없이는 살수-가 없었어 난 (하루도 너 없이는 살수가 없었어 난) (네가 나에게) 돌아가면 그냥 아-무일 없듯이 예전처럼 그냥 날 안아줘 (누나는 풍각쟁이야) <W SOLO> 우리 헤-어져 있던그 날보다 더 잘 해줄게 널 사랑해 날 -- 안아줘 [SABI-PART 2][M&W] 난 너에게-- (지금 나도--) .. 되돌-아 갈래 ....(기다릴게) 너무 힘들었--어 (힘들-었었니) 하루도 너 없이는 살수-가 없었어 난 (하루도 너 없이는 살수가 없었어 난) (네가 나에게) 돌아가면 그냥 아-무일 없듯이 예전보다 더 많이 안아줘 (누나는 풍각쟁이야) [M&W] You in my life Just with your love 행복했던 I LOVE you 많은 시간들 난 네 여자로(남자로) 다시 돌아가고 있어 나를 안아줘 |
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from A. Z. - Pieces Of A Man (2003)
AZ:
Yeah... some Firm shit, you know I mean? For all the niggas, in New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world), ain't nuttin' changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet) shit's still real (shit's still real)... Yo (Yo) CHORUS: [AZ] Yo major large niggas get they grind on cash, while the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? AZ: {Verse One} You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen We true fiends, old school style that's how we do things Born & destined, hands on many investments Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise Detour, poverty zone, police war Going through each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more Fast learner, quiet storm, play the back burner Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone We can zone, all day long, on the speaker phone 600, nine five North, stay blunted, stress I came from it Sex got drained from it The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need....indeed Partial Chorus: [AZ] {starts after need} Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? RZA: {Verse Two} Whips & full clips & pussy lips Rubber grips attached to hips Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand, I stand up as rough briva Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin' God look we feedin', leadin' my seeds, back to Eden And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches Who don't wash & do dish & to big for your britches Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress You wonder why your pussy itches, fat ass sample wit out the glitches Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel Disfigure your face, you recognizin' by the dental Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he Left all he heard was the echo from the shot Cops autopsy revealed, he was stopped by the Glock Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses New York, been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red More black lies done shed through Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue Boned out until we zone out, no doubt Chickenheads beg for the 9 inch Applehead Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum Nine months later comes the ovary explosion Bitch you stupid? A hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it When I reign the truth on your brain you muted Rula Zig-Zag, Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig, Zag-Zig We addin' more knowledge to your wig CHORUS AZ (RZA) {sometimes overlapping each other} (Word up, word up) Yeah (Wu-Tang, Firm up in this piece know what I mean?) Holdin' it down stamp of approval, you know? (Get ya brain washed, you know what I'm sayin'? Get ya muscle tendered & straight) No doubt, no doubt (Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know?) The Firm baby, holdin' this, A to the Z, I know what time it is (Aight) Armageddon |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
(Featuring Prodigy/Raekwon/AZ)
[Intro: Raekwon & Prodigy] [Rae] You know how it go. You know how it go [Pro] Uh-huh, uh-huh [Rae] There's many out there Many duplicate faggots [Pro] Check this shit, son [Rae] No question. You know how it go, son Ice Water, Ice Water [Verse 1: Prodigy] Infinite, check it out In-stoppable, in-touchable, you couldn't flex on me If you was right next to me And you wanted to (c'mon) I take you fuckin' bullies - let's do this P is deadly, he's just like his music Come through like the Taliban unit Catch me by myself, I'm only sayin' bullshit I don't switch up, I won't change You gonn' have to catch my body to sell my brain An' that's simply the truth Niggaz wanna flip on me, we makin' the news And hopefully, I'll be makin' it home But if not, it really makes me no dickens, it's whatever, yo Fear's not an option, Min(?)'s childish Squeeze your gun, just make sure I'm finished My style is Porsches and XL trucks But my presence alone'll make the good girls fuck I see they wanna rhyme just like P They wanna copy off me, bite my jury Used to scream on they song Now they rhyme calm Takin' pieces of my verse like I gave Y'all, they wanna be, just like the Mobb They wanna observe us, bite our style of dress Bite our style of rap. I see all of that [echoes] [Verse 2: Raekwon] Aiyyo, aiyyo Shoebox with nothin' but bread The lead fly out the magnet Dragged it by his brain and his leg Where I'm from, niggaz is dead But only bury light niggaz, some that take get outta dead I live like a champ, gun king, thumb ring The joint that Kobe gave his girl, that's my son, bling Sooner or later it's war How many good niggaz die? That's the meaning of New York A powerful armour, ration it, all this is tailor made stuff That's me fuckin' with crackers Chef got a iller mood, real deal dude A hundred bar marksman, shoot up the booth and move What you wann' do, lose? I bet all my niggaz right now be stealin' ya food We come from where the babies get blessed, yes This my proposal : come and buy haircut's fresh I see they wanna rhyme just like Rae They wanna cop me all day, watch me in the Mae Flyin' on my way to the bank Yellin' "Goodness gracious, the hood won't even say thanks" But I got a trick for niggaz 'Cause when these heads get up, it's no friends, just business Problem? Meet me in the yard The Ice Water clique with a hundred bars, let's get involved [Verse 3: AZ] Two-three, I'm back out with big Kay Slay New place here, muh'fuckers screw up his face You wanna hate? I'm alive, nigga, grew to embrace All the tribes and tribulations, only few do escape Been through the chase, the incriminatin', the case No feel, the cold steel still the weight in my waist One of the great, eighty-eight, young with cake Duffel bag full of hustle, cash, gun in the safe Some would relate, others wanted rap replaced The nigga's style is how they know me now, but nothin' is play Involved in violence heavily, indirect In car low, with it tinted up, in our reps Been large before niggaz had to guard they chest Before them boys in L.A. put The God to rest B.I.G.! Get money, or starve to death (Yep) Got killers among me, dodgin' the rest Got my (?) in the hood, disregardin' the press No disrespect, I'm a brother so pardon my (?) Blood blower, rep for my boy to follower She the thrower, the whole jail house roust, they all know her More soldiers, it's a war in the game Some niggaz crossed over, nothin' really more to explain And niggaz can't be like me, I'm A.Z I move inconspicously, I'm on point And beefin' ain't a part of my style I'm a boss, player, mastered the art of morale Man of respect, this war when I handle the check But behind jail walls I'm like Hannibal Lec' Motherfuckers |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
Yeah, I'd like to welcome everybody that came
I know that I woke y'all up early this mornin', but shit is real I need all y'all to come down so we can talk about these things that's going on man It's gettin' real Escobar, reportoire, that's my man Blowin' up how we expand Stack grands up, pack vans up, with wild cats Bustin' live gats Claimin' that you illa than me, now how's that In the Bridge hangin' wit the thug menaces Images of mad loot, and beatin' sentences Now we livin' large, remininscin' flippin' on prison guards Jumpin' in and out of different cars On a weekly, Benz or Mitsubishi Got the flip phone in the strip zone Satellite dish, 50 inch with the Knicks on Everday it's real in my life, you live in sitcoms Real Dons, bustin' out this hustlin' game with the name See it lights, bitch get it right Scorsese, capo, black Mercedes Miami in back, with the crack, the late 80's Brown Timbs, and thousands Now we on to some real doe How does it feel to count a mil? What you bug? Throw a party and show love to the same cats after your stacks who throw slugs |
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from A. Z. - Undeniable (2007)
(Hook:)
Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen (yeah) Shorty riding shotgun so incredible (so incredible) (gorgeous) Lay back in the? down gangster lean (I stay chilling daddy, you dig, ha ha) This feeling is undeniable (Verse 1: AZ) Drama seas, sands so white Bahamas beach, your plans go right Out of reach, rambo flights In some two seater, sitting up like cleavage Plane conceded, the prayer was a parapalegic Save the chatter, my swagga's needed, believe it Button ups, tailor custom cuts, Trees on the feet, physique fucks him up That's what's up Straight from the gutter side Keep clean on everything my mother dries Still I love allah, sucker for southern fries Facing affiliation, embracing my butterflies I, (I) been down for a minute now There's none flyer, all the live wires in the ground A young messaih, admired by entire town Sun-fire, stay higher than Miriah's sound So you know I'm on some other shit Sneak peak, low creep, deep cover shit (Hook:) Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen Shorty riding shotgun so incredible Lay back in the? down gangster lean This feeling is undeniable (Verse 2: AZ) Local wars, coastal brawls, If you ball at once, what's the most you saw? If you fall, do you really got folks to call? With that bell on hand, why they tell on fam? (sigh) I feel his pain, how the unfortunate try to steal the fame How it's more naucseousness than the killer in ray Through so much anger, (clentching jaw) I know such danger Thoro, I'm a decade in From a borough way wicked than wes craven Then again Certain things I could never do My whole life, get it right, get revenue Get a wife, get a white BMW 2 doors style, take that roof off now (ha) that was dreams of a younger me Now my hunger's humongous as a hummer 3 Ferarri drop, with that time in the summer T (Hook:) Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen (never seen) Shorty riding shotgun so incredible (so incredible) (gorgeous) Lay back in the? down gangster lean (gangster lean) This feeling is undeniable (deniable) (Verse 3: AZ) I'm unsure, how I felt before But for now all I ask, is Lord help us all Help me stay focused, I'm self absorbed And then sunny vibrations, real spot that's spacious Few cases, Julio Englacias Fl Ow from the coop, I'm like Owens in the booth Big boy, had his know from the roof Way before rap, I can more than fall back All that it's a beautiful zone I stay mellow like musical tone, (musical tone) (Hook:) Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen. (never seen) Shorty riding shotgun, so incredible. (incredible) (gorgeous) Lay back in the? down gangster lean (gangster lean) This feeling is undeniable Is undeniable Is undeniable Is undeniable This feeling is undeniable |
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| from A. Z. - Pieces Of A Man (2003) | |||||
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| from Foxy Brown - Brooklyn'S Don Diva (2008) | |||||
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper
As long as we all see doe (Yo yo, big boys play for large sums) Yeah, uhuh (Even bitches got their shit tight) Ha ha ha Aight (If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars Firm rappin god from the projects It ain't hard, from medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin the stars Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin on Congress Benz whipped with the 6, on this 8 trillion tonnes, when I appear reptilians run >From affilions, willions ??? ??? Like Indians, your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in the same streets you can't get a penny in All my real shootout niggas hear me when Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicos spittin in Niggas splittin in the same position they sittin in What sentencin? We got too much Benjamins We even got triple six I-E-M plastic currency with ??? Images *?of Quentin?* in, my niggas lay back We use to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packs Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like *?K-mat?* What part of the game's that? The curse, my hot verse is flame rap Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack All my bitches mine til they bring crack..... *Yo yo, big boys play for large sums Stack up, strategise, watch the cons come It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight On the scene, 18, suckin dick right, and sip right If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust What? From NY to New Orleans, we all fiends Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought CREAM Guns bussin, stash house out in Flushing Corruption, killer men-tal is foul adjustin Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life Back off ???? kikes, focus for niggas who lost sight Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies Short-i's, so many makin livin off lies Anti up, hopin my new shorty don't stand me up It had me stuck, after this session, I plan to fuck Hot pursuit, a real splittin image of Pop Duke Block lasoo's, paper player part of my roots So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so sincerely Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and yours Fools are frost, regulate life thru rules and laws..... *Repeat Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin pistol Black Magnum P-I, mack V-I, willie hat Half beehive, wise guy, '95 I look in my eye, praisin Allah, project aimin rod Greatest star Agbar, pushin a hot car Shark Bar, private engagement, live entertainment I grab mics and I explain it How I went from the brawns to the brainless to the minds of the wise and the famous Nigga's wives admire the guy's arrangers Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, Armani leather thing We in to better things like wettin the brains Jumpin outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link Up in the club buyin drinks, bitches eyein the spinks Hustler haters hate us, my guns say "Fuck what they think" Once I copped a Hummer this summer with a buttoned-up mink *Repeat Bitches got their shit tight If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust |
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from Nas - Stillmatic (2001)
Geah
Peace king Peace king Listen, they wrote a book on your life Right You think anybody'll read it? No fuckin doubt! Let's make history homey Aight then You know we brought the hoes clothes and money rolls to the table No, fuckin, doubt It's time to manifest this Shit we the flyest nigga Bring it to a whole, y'know? Gangsta nigga *Niggaz better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shinin, so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggaz that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Countin out stacks and mackin out hoes Pushin big dicks and packin our chrome We the flyest gangsters Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me Homicide can't scare me I o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga The type that can build with ya Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's God-given Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty Truly my only duty is to dodge prison Play wit me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me Regardless the circumstances I'ma stay filthy Dough forever, the live stay low forever And fuck niggaz, cause it's hard to keep them close together One dependant, no wife, one co-defendant No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance *Repeat I do what I can do when I can do it Feel how I feel when I feel what I'm feelin Live how I live it's only cause I been through it Learn to try it like to eat it and shit it's nuttin to it Burn it light it weed it and off the liquor, while drivin outside I'll never catch a vehicular homicide My music is a description of my vibe of course My life, my sites, my thoughts, what I like on my fork Cause you are what you eat, you eat what you can You pray to bless the food but first you wash your hands to wash away them bad spirits, don't bring it in your home Once you let them in they stayin, evil be gone, say it I'm proud of Mase for giving himself to the Lord Wonderin does Faith, think about Big anymore Of course my nigga Horse got married, see shit is changin We ain't these little niggaz no more, runnin dangerous I like to bone, I'm a peaceful brother Eat up so much the girls call me seafood lover Be havin they legs shakin, stab 'em, break 'em I'm Hercules Hercules when havin relations, the flyest *Repeat We put this on the, soul of our born As we hold the Qu'ran Kamikaze style Older cats coachin us on Yo it's kill or be killed Understand, real'll be real A forty-shot spectrum MAKE YOUR WHOLE EMBASSY KNEEL Identity sealed, protected by our energy shield And fuck a drop, cause that's that shit that got Kennedy killed Close the books Was taught never expose a crook Between the knight and the bishop Wanna knock ya rook; I'm a rare breed never had a fair to lead I ain't light niggaz recite Too impaired to breathe WE BOTH HARD HIT JUST LIKE CAMACHO AND VARGAS, WHO'S THE TARGET? Now watch how we close the market, motherfuckers *Repeat (x2) |
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| from A. Z. - Final Call - The Lost Tapes (2008) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - Aziatic (2002) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - Undeniable (2007) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - Aziatic (2002) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - Doe Or Die (1995) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - Final Call - The Lost Tapes (2008) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - 9 Lives (2001) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - Pieces Of A Man (2003) | |||||
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
Yo this Esco, who this?
What's the deally? I just touched grounds down in Philly Brought a pound with me, Feds floatin around silly Tryin to find Lynn, bitch supposed to be in the Benz Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe Gwen Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned to post it alone, the ass had us both in the zone But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes I know the jewels No time for them thoughts, too much to lose Just tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the ride Where's your joy and pride? You know little Des got your eyes In the cut, drop-Z okay, the top's up Left the mall bought Little Amal the toy truck Your boy's what, three years old now, correct? He and my daughter age neck and neck, they futures set Trees got me wet, in the background's an old cassette Fly Stephanie Mills shit What's the deal with, all this shit I'm hearin up top You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop That ain't ya stee', you usually low key with no t I'm only goin off of what some weak bitch told me That's some ill shit, hear that bitch go with her click Yo Dunn, I'll hit you right back cause the static is thick *We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue, then you through We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue, we got you We just hit the cribbo, I'm curled up on this pillow I'm still low, hold the ill news, these niggaz killed mo' The shit touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie from a while back - same foul cats who tried to bust me Caught 'em sleeppin, in Spanish Harlem with some Puerto Ricans Up in Washington Heights right off the Deacon Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's tapped Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own back Keep your eyes open - stay wide, shit is mind blowin Look for any sign showin one-time is knowin about the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more Cats bleed in this cold war Son we took an oath, then this life took us both We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth Now I'm on the car doin, headlights on Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light storm that's formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow? Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other side Yo son some other cats tried to ruin our plans Sendin two decoy bitches with pictures of you and your man Askin your whereabouts - I gave 'em no leads For all the nigga know them hoes fuck with police No shit I'm clickin over, I'ma tell Sos' quick Son - them outta state bitches tryin to get us both hit That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my hoe's stomach Said it's no hundred, we FBI's most wanted So play the low, change your clothes, pack your bags Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast *Repeat Yo it's all good I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, word Stay on point - don't even use the phone just come to my crib yo, word up Out |
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from A. Z. - Final Call - The Lost Tapes (2008)
F] - Yo A what's goin on?
[AZ] - Yo yo, what up baby boy? [F] - Ohhhhh [AZ] - Hahaha [F] - What's the deal my nigga? [AZ] - Look at you, uh huh, lookin like money [F] - You know what it is [AZ] - Yeah [F] - You know what it is [AZ] - Yeah [F] - It's been 2 or 3 years, right? [AZ] - I know, I been a minute right? [F] - I know man, listen here [AZ] - It's all good tho, you know I'm maintaining [F] - You lookin good though baby boy [AZ] - I mean whatever, lets get it poppin [F] - Alright, well I'm with you, gimme ur number [AZ] - No doubt, no doubt [F] - Here go my number right here [Verse 1] You know the happenings, homies just yapping and Hand shaking, laughing, and exchanging all they math again You usually lose touch when you traveling A few dudes bruise up in the batteling Parked on Madison across from the Radison We talked about the taddling some niggaz did in Maryland Plus discussed, no homicides unraveling I asked was he dabbling he laughed and said he managing His Cardi frames was as clear as a camera lens He hardly changed, I was near in comparison We joked about how police choked him out And he claimed as far as fame I had enough to bust in Operas mouth In other words, I was up in clout And from the curb I need to pull a Larry Bird fore I'm up and out Without a sound, snatch my Guinness off the ground Rose up, gave him a pound and told him, "Homie, hold it down" [Chorus] You know the game insane in the brain Big thangs in the Range, real niggaz never change And though we homies and we no longer hang You know you know me and that love still remains So thru the fame, thru the fire and the flames I adapt to the pain, real niggaz do the same And though we homies and we no longer hang You know you know me and that love still remains [Verse 2] It was Tuesday when I saw him, figured Friday I could call him Woke up early Wednesday morning, flew a chick in from New Orleans She ain't that average bitch who be dogging for dick You know them chicks that get you sick when they keep calling Up in Nostrum's for a fresh pair of the Force 'em Of course with footwear I be that first nigga that sport 'em Caught 'em, before the salesmens even had time to assort 'em Bought 'em, before any celeb stylist eva saw 'em Warm soon as I copped 'em in the spot playing possum Debating my destination, lacing, weighing my options Celly started rocking, I anwsered, "What's poppin'?" They anwsered and said, "They shot him, now the hood got a problem" I had to swallow, reaching out for my water bottle Tryin to figure what nigga, why and by who, then Before you know it, the other voice told it It was homie from the old click I just seemed to spoke with Oh shit, this can't be serious, that's my word, pssssh [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's Doe or Die, we survive till we slain And it's no surprise, homie was prolly high when they came I know the guy, he was fly, him and I was the same A Gemini, with a status symbolized as his name Godly trained, he could camoflague on any terrain Cardi frames, we go back like bottles and James It's a shame cuz they say his baby mom is to blame But nonchalantly I refrained cuz it constantly changed From close range, somebody please slowly explain If they just wanted some jewels why didn't they go for the chain? If they just wanted some news they coulda left him in his Hanes But no, they just left a nigga breathless and banged [Chorus] - 3X |
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from A. Z. - Final Call - The Lost Tapes (2008)
(feat. CL Smooth)
(AZ) (talking) Yea, poet, politician, playa when necessary This is AZ I'm your host for the evening It's Magic Hour How we gonna do this? No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti Bare chest, you pass this dirty gram on the pinky Respect, finess movements like your hands in grafitti Grey Goose, mixed with grape, cran and the kiwi It's truth holds galore Rolls go clothes galore; take paper till they close the door Either or, corner hustle or hustle on tour To seen it all, nothing left but to stumble no more And the sex is fantasm Flow, campaigns 'em Dough, can't change 'em Courts, can't arraign 'em It's sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught, I came in force, all the bangers is brought Brought the bang at your fort, torch and tangle your thoughts, Scorch and stand if you're short So of course, just to chill and conversate, Mil- and Salaam-ulate Millions i'm trying to chase illin' from out the gate Get it right my feelin's is not awake Ducatti bikes, shipped from out of state The pressure is on, the blunts is lit My presence is strong, it's real I'm amongst the mix The Wesson is long, I move like I'm on some shit So testin' is wrong cause once guns is drawn that's it The beats the rap the game is done We leave, we at, we smack, we bang them guns We beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we come So, peace to that he's back nigga one (CL Smooth) (talking) Yea, Chairman of the Board, man Black Leader, the Mecca Don El Presidente, Ladies and Gentlemen, All I do is bring the life to a dead game the moment I came Under my umbrella, my flag, my name If the ship leaving the port, cruise to the resort You can't be serious baby, this is sport Gotta make my rounds, head wolf of this pack Till it's me an A' steppin' out of both sides of that Maybach We can eat lovely, just don't interrupt me And mix all this checkmate with that quiet money I can see it all bubblin' the move is no troublin' I'ma give you the plug and the Sosa They all love CL, no jail for homie Only gotta tell me one time, Don't fuck me Tony Just buy weight fly straight and keep me right And I don't care what I spend on security It helps me sleep at night Scene of this sharp as me You take it in air, you can't compare To the initials engraved in my office chair The boss is here, we deep in the game You can't do it the same You gotta bring a strong leash for your dame or pop up Speaking of cheddar, me and son peak it together Can't feel it's the real deal or let the meatballs meet the Baretta Smellin' like fresh cut leather Odd color called sarsaparilla The curtain is drawn the seat's vanilla Let him see heat forever Taking that seat empowers All you wantin' is Magic Hour |
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from Nas - From Illmatic To Stillmatic The Remixes [ep] (2002)
Aiyyo wassup wassup
let's keep it real son Count this money yaknowhatI'msayin Aiyyo put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msayin Cause we spendin these Jackson's The Washington's go to wifey you know how that go I'm sayin that's what this is all about right Clothes bankrolls and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin Yo then what man what Visualizin the realism of life and actuality Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is money orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it cause yeah we were beginners in the hood as five percenters But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners Now some restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though we know somehow we all gotta go but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough so and to that day we expire and turn to vapors me and my capers ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers Keepin it real packin steel gettin high Cause life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we puff lye I woke up early on my born day I'm twenty years of blessing The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it One quarter through life some Godly like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one cuss while I puffs from my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain Don't go against the grain simple and plain When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard Droppin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance niggaz I used to run with is rich or doin years in the hundreds I switched my motto instead of sayin fuck tommorrow That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric Pack a four matic that crack your whole cavity Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die |
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from A. Z. - Final Call - The Lost Tapes (2008)
Its international players shit you know what I mean
Its big boys shit, y'all little boys get the fuck outta here, ya heard Floss with me and stash holds more than 50 Snatchin the baddest bitch no luggage, we off to Sicily First class flights, see me shine matchin in white Gatored up with the faded cut flashin the ice Fuck that, niggaz know me, keep low key Sneezers nosy, live niggaz creep OT From all the hustle on the streets daily numbin the brain From drainin out of his game but we runnin the same Loving the pain, thug niggaz thuggin in the rain Broke niggaz stay broke stingy huggin they chain Church niggaz just chill stay connect and thoughts While the vest they lost warrants catch them in courts Catchin the source, the students that lessons is taught I been near through my younger years perfecting the sport All praises do for all those facing the zoo, this is the crew Soon we'll be blazin that chew [Chorus] If you want it (if you want it) Just let me know (let me know) If you want it (if you want it) Just let me know (let me know) If you want it (if you want it) Just let me know (let me know) Let me know (let me know) I do this for y'all, I ball for y'all Hit the streets strap up go to war for y'all Its all for y'all, Champagne across the ball Late night hit the strip see me floss the car Hit for now, all smiles no tears for now Quiet money know the styles see all years from now Anti, still camerin shots when remise with eyes And hands through the wise Strong ties dance with the live Act hold up, my whole team actin all up Brooklyn! hear to speak niggaz packin all up Poet at heart, dart making throwin at them charge Hit or miss still a way splitter blow them a part Flow with the sharks, real killers coat with the dark Is these playin in the streets they awoke to the art AZ on your project walls act to the halls Respect all the laws, its locked now check all the doors [Chorus] What y'all niggaz want, y'all know who y'all fuckin wit What up From all the new, solar now roll with the crew Young in, now a nigga just know what to do Trustin a few, feds had me flushin pervu You fuckin with who? Slippin I'll be bustin at you Money to get, y'all niggaz that run your shit Dum on your bitch, butt fuck her cum on her tits I'm young and convinced, captive trainin for T's You ain't in my league just chill and keep blowin your weed Quiet as kept, cash flow relyin on my rep Sizing the threat, down for like knives in the vest Sure shots for the war blocks caught in the box Call for you ox, crab niggaz call for the cops [Chorus] |
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| from A. Z. - Pieces Of A Man (2003) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - Pieces Of A Man (2003) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - Pieces Of A Man (2003) | |||||
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
yo, Nori know this, and Nori know that
but Nori know gat (why) cause Nori buck dat Iraq'll make you famous throwing gang signs like it's sign language distinguish us from the others kidnap your baby mothers bringing drama to the deep covers salute g, bust you down like a lucie Jose probably lay with a gold uzi crunk Italy, Africa and Sicily niggaz acting sissy see pointing guns and missing me (Nas: "Yo son, it's on son") hey yo there's beef in the hood again niggaz came with hoods again thinking that it woulda been saw us, from what we first did when we did now we twist another wig, a mother lose another kid but it's beef now, keep it short real brief now strike vigorous, no intentions of missing it they sent the message, or example, whatever set it up man on man only to score we apply the plan quickly explain why you ran in this dark land we lay you down in the sand on the lines like the internet many would come if you would pose off against my set, there ain't a nigga yet smoke so much, niggaz say I need nicarette you say bogie but you used to say cigarette nine-oh, a new religion, a new beginning *I'm leaving baby don't go I know the block is hot boo I'll watch your spot I'm leaving sweetie don't leave I need you to stay with me (come on) uh huh, uh, uh uh huh, uh, uh I'm leaving boo I can't understand and don't think that I'll be back again it's like a bad dream and I can't wake up mouth caked up knowing these cats is fake fucks and it ain't right with no love, them hugs ain't tight son we used to pop bottles and slugs the same night hey yo they left me right hand damaged and I ain't lefty couldn't bust when I's supposed to pull what I'm supposed to do? lay down, watch these niggaz spray me or maybe we strike accurate blaze them plus they ladies I woulda never thought we'd ever get caught in this way of life prosecution, if you violate a player's rights say it twice Nature soon to be engraved in ice hanging off my neck glistens like it's framed in light niggaz call me Jose shootin the Artie Clay Benedict Arnold type getting this rap loot still selling China White either Allah or Christ married to marijuana now my niggaz don't write (still ice, still living this life) *Repeat you got the nerve to say that Nature's slipping? the greatest vision bald-head kid Cartier frames, the latest Pippens doggystyle was my favorite position until I switched it, dead shit got on some head shit headed in the wrong direction up in the Sheraton QB to LA still puffing my medicine for those lost in the streets up north or deceased for those struggling unfortunate to eat I dedicate this, tell me right now how do you rate this? whatever happened to the mule and the 40 acres it's outrageous, the way the god finesse the basics invasion, me and Noreaga Firm made men |
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| from A. Z. - Pieces Of A Man (2003) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - Aziatic (2002) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - Doe Or Die (1995) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - 9 Lives (2001) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - Final Call - The Lost Tapes (2008) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - Aziatic (2002) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - Pieces Of A Man (2003) | |||||
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| from A. Z. - 9 Lives (2001) | |||||
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from Kool G Rap - The Giancana Story (2002)
[AZ]
Yeah.. it's 2G Brooklyn-Queens connection Y'all bout to feel somethin, y'all never felt before Aiyyo G, you know I'm like a trey-eight special I'm close range Fuckin with you I gotta get AK material, banana clip style Let's do this, let's do this [Tito] Blow the spot like tea kettle whistles Federal slugs, the lead'll kiss you Infrared burners'll never miss you All digital, hard physical, spittle you riddle you Priest prayin over your body while you in critical Come in a few, give out a doz this what the semi do See what the Henny and Rémy do BGF, Black Gorilla Family jet, Black Godfather finesse Fifty caliber hole surroundin your chest Bentley blue steel armored cars with boulder baguettes We live in effect, blaze a gun while poppin a Tec Recognize killers, nigga, pop a collar to that Gorilla breed to the death, that's the shit that I rep Code of silence, addicted to havin fattened the violence AK-47 rapidly firin, got love for bloodshed and the sirens Take banana clips to my gun, to keep my shit off balance My heart filled with malice [Chorus: Kool G Rap - repeat 2X] Yo, if you livin thug, holla back (Holla back) My bitches strippin in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let em stack y'all) This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats) And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat Pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that) [Nawz] Yo, wavin cash, gun in the stash, the click on smash From rockets that blast, yo we in your pockets for cash Burgundy mask, bullets like a surgery slash Internally burn your staff and dismember your ass Coroners bag from autops' to medical lab I leave you leakin like Carlito watch your memory flash Quicksand for fam, tied a fuckin brick to your hands I'm sicker with the Henny liquor with the clip to your man When it's on it's on, do your moms bodily harm Firstborn'll be your first gone, beef goes on Permanent cash, put you in the tourniquet fast Feed you glass and use you to fertilize the grass Puff green when we fiendin to murder ya whole team For cream, the infrared beams'll shatter your dreams I flatter your queen and rip her right out of her jeans Intervene and it's the homicide scene for your team [Chorus] [AZ] From hideous acts on the one gettin rid of the gats A nigga back, no parole, now how pretty is that? The city is trapped, bottles popped, Phillies is cracked Niggaz is strapped, half bent, illin, spillin they 'gnac Cars tinted, my rap image too large to mimmick We mob in it, fake niggaz dissolve in minutes It's codes to it, real killers they know music Even hoes on the low at the shows lose it Courvoisier-sippin, this slim nigga stay flippin My ways different, duck when the AK spittin It's more to it, verbal wisely, all fluent In real life this is how the dogs do it Double-edged sword, rep for y'all seein the board See y'all home soon, it's better than seein the morgue So what's the conflict, who wanna Don with this? For the streets strictly we got the bombest shit [Chorus] [Kool G Rap] Two violent niggaz sit at the round table, in brown sables Chains hangin down to the navel Brooklyn and Queens connect get down fatal Hold the four-pound stable Won't hesitate to rock a clown's cradle Get put in the dirt like ground cable Found from bloodhound nasals Or deep in the river get found naval That shit y'all spit sound fable "American Me" style, knife in the anal; who 'round to save you? I leave you from waist down disabled Face split like a round bagel Found in a hospital gown witcha crown stapled Wrong one to tangle with, a gym star, spangle your shit Use your handkerchief to strangle your bitch Single niggaz out on the strip and bang in a clip Slugs from a Desert Eagle mingle the click A force of habit, for me to let it rip across your attic Never violent with a silent but I toss your cabbage [Chorus] (Beotch!) |
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| from A. Z. - Doe Or Die (1995) | |||||





