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[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. - 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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(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 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. - Undeniable (2007)
> Well easily with me I show affection,
But its a creepin up, a creepin up on me in another direction I love, I write, and I die And I try to ask no questions, But the weary one is still me, Do you think its obsession? The smoke will find you a choker that matches your coat, not fit to be tied The mirror it makes it all clearer as you stand alone and cant see your behind Yea They tried to tell me I could say that nobody could believe this Well they tried to tell me I could say nobody could achieve this The way you stayed of, locked away of Keeping the flame for yourself, The way you stayed of, pushin the blame of, reaping the fame for yourself Oh well, its a, its a, dead end Its a dead end Oh, its a dead end lonely day, Say its a dead end Its a, its a, its a, its a, its a dead end day Its a dead end oh day And its a long way, a long way down, Hey well its a long way, a long way down Change is a coming a baby, Dont be startled lady Every once in a while they do it again You gonna shake it, shake it, You know you wanna take it Back to where you once belonged, Back beneath the sheets and between the pillow cases And the snake he races out and he, he tangles into your hair Funny the fruits you choose Oh the time you take, the words you loose And it all goes back to rotation over the back of your hand Oh the back of your hand, oh the back of your hand Oh the map is your hand, its the back of your hand, the back of your hand say the back of your hand, oh the map is your hand, its the back of your hand stop whining all the time, dont you find a little secret to yourself always saved your life, stop listening to the words that youve heard no one else but yourself will agree with you more that its a long, long way its a long, long way and its a long, long way, a long way down hey, and its a long way down, and its a lo- oh- oh- ng way down hey, hey, hey, and its a long, long, long, long way down, say say, SCATS and its a lo- oh- oh- ng way down, hey and its a long way dooooown its a dead end its a dead end oh its a dead end lonely day its a, its a dead end Its a, its a, its a, its a, its a dead end day Its a dead end oh day |
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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 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 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 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 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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