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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Right...
Check me out y’all, Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn’t catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That’s like Mlcom X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flava, Im major Atlanta and braver, I pull a number like a pager Cuz I’m am ace when I face the bass 40 side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I’m a Nike head, iwear chains that excite the feds And aint’ a damn thing gonna change ?’m a perform a strange show the mic wonder was born the game? Nas, why did you do it You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it’s halftime Right... It’s halftime... It’s like that, you know it’s like that I got at him, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain’t an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off wit my own rhyme Cuz I’m as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I’m max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive When I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels to never run it Wit more kicks than a baby in a mother’s stomach Nasty Nas has to rise, kid, surprise This is exercise til the microphone dies Back in ’83, I was an MC sparking But I was too scared to grab the mic’s in the park and Kick my little raps cuz I thought niggaz wouldn’t understand And now in every jam I’m the phucking man I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I load glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr Magic Versatile, my style switches like a faggot But not a bisexual, I’m an intellectual Of rap, I’m a professional and that’s no question, yo These are the lyrics of the man, you can’t near it, understand Cuz in the streets, I’m well known like the number man In my place wit the bass and format Explore rap and tell me Nas ain’t all that And next time I rhyme, I be fould whenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say I’m wow I hate a rhymebiter’s rhyme Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime Right... It’s halftime I got it going on, even flip ’em on this song Every afternoon, I kick half the tune And in the darkness, I’m heartless like when the narcs hit Word to marcus Garvey or heartless Sparkton Cuz when I blast the herb, that’s my word I be slaying them fast, doing this, that in the third But chill, past the entree and let’s lay I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a mantinee Putting hits on 5-0 Cuz when it’s my time to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo And biters can’t come near And yo, go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia I won’t plant seeds, don’t need an extra mouth I can’t feed That’s extra Phillie change, more cash for that weed This goes out to Manhatten, the island of Staten Brooklyn, Queens is living fat and The Boogie Down, enuff props, enuff clout Illwill, rest in peace, yo, I’m out Right... It’s still halftime |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Right Right Check me out y'all Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt I take out my fronts Then I start to front matter of fact I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcolm X catchin the Jungle Fever King poetic too much flavor I'm major Atlanta ain't Braver I'll pull a number like a pager Cause I'm am ace when I face the bass 40 side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike head I wear chains that excite the feds And ain't a damn thing gonna change I'ma performer show the mic warmer was born to gain Nas why did you do it You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme it's halftime Right It's halftime Right Aiyyo it's halftime Right It's halftime Right Yeah it's about halftime It's like that you know it's like that I got it hemmed now you never get the mic back When I attack there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes I flex like sex in your stereo sets Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle now all I do is relax and strive When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels wear jewels hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise This is exercise til the microphone dies Back in eighty three I was an MC sparking But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand And now in every jam I'm the fuckin man I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships I used to watch CHIPS now I load glock clips I got to have it I miss Mr Magic Versatile my style switches like a faggot But not bisexual I'm an intellectual Of rap I'm a professional and that's no question yo These are the lyrics of the man you can't near it understand Cuz in the streets I'm well known like to he number man In my place wit the bass and format Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that And next time I rhyme I be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say I'm wow I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme Stay tuned Nas soon the real rap comes at halftime Right It's halftime Right Exhale check it it's halftime Right It's halftime Right check it I got it goin on even flip em on this song Every afternoon I kick half the tune And in the darkness I'm heartless like when the NARCs hit Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it Cause when I blast the herb that's my word I be slayin them fast doing this that and the third But chill past to Andre and let's slay I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinee Puttin hits on 5 0 Csudr when it's my time to go I wait for God wit the fo fo And biters can't come near And yo go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia I won't plant seeds don't need an extra mouth I can't feed That's extra Phillie change more cash for that weed This goes out to Manhattan the island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and The Boogie Down enough props enough clout I'll Will rest in peace yo I'm out Right It's still halftime Right To the Queensbridge crew To the Queensbridge crew you know it's halftime Right Ninety two it's halftime Right Yo police police man yo let's get ghost Halftime |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Right Right
Check me out y'all Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before a blunt I take out my fronts Then I start to front matter of fact I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcolm X catchin the Jungle Fever King poetic too much flavor I'm major Atlanta ain't Braver I'll pull a number like a pager Cause I'm am ace when I face the bass 40 side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike head I wear chains that excite the feds And ain't a damn thing gonna change I'ma performer show the mic warmer was born to gain Nas why did you do it You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme it's halftime Right It's halftime Right Aiyyo it's halftime Right It's halftime Right Yeah it's about halftime It's like that you know it's like that I got it hemmed now you never get the mic back When I attack there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes I flex like sex in your stereo sets Nas will catch wreck I used to hustle now all I do is relax and strive When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels wear jewels hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise This is exercise til the microphone dies Back in eighty three I was an MC sparking But I was too scared to grab the mic's in the park and kick my little raps cause I thought niggaz wouldn't understand And now in every jam I'm the fuckin man I rap in front of more niggaz than in the slave ships I used to watch CHIPS now I load glock clips I got to have it I miss Mr Magic Versatile my style switches like a faggot But not bisexual I'm an intellectual Of rap I'm a professional and that's no question yo These are the lyrics of the man you can't near it understand Cuz in the streets I'm well known like to he number man In my place wit the bass and format Explore rap and tell me Nas ain't all that And next time I rhyme I be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial niggaz say I'm wow I hate a rhymebiter's rhyme Stay tuned Nas soon the real rap comes at halftime Right It's halftime Right Exhale check it it's halftime Right It's halftime Right check it I got it goin on even flip em on this song Every afternoon I kick half the tune And in the darkness I'm heartless like when the NARCs hit Word to Marcus Garvey I hardly sparked it Cause when I blast the herb that's my word I be slayin them fast doing this that and the third But chill past to Andre and let's slay I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinee Puttin hits on 5 0 Csudr when it's my time to go I wait for God wit the fo fo And biters can't come near And yo go to hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia I won't plant seeds don't need an extra mouth I can't feed That's extra Phillie change more cash for that weed This goes out to Manhattan the island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is livin fat and The Boogie Down enough props enough clout I'll Will rest in peace yo I'm out Right It's still halftime Right To the Queensbridge crew To the Queensbridge crew you know it's halftime Right Ninety two it's halftime Right Yo police police man yo let's get ghost Halftime |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain't hard
When love comes to an end You may have found another That's when troubles just begin I've seen so much pain that comes with love Sometimes I wish I was blind His tears they just keep falling I must leave you behind His words don't come easy I know they never do Every time I say I'm leaving My lips won't make a sound Now they won't make a sound Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain't hard When love comes to an end And every times when we were happy But some scars never mend I've got to leave you in the morning I'm on my knees, I cry for help But our love has long quit living Your heart for someone else These words they don't come easy Oh now they never do Every time I say I'm leaving My lips won't make a sound Now they won't make a sound Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain't hard When love comes to an end Oh it's so hard, baby, it's so hard When love comes to an end, it so hard His tears they just keep falling I must leave you behind His words don't come easy I know they never do 힘들지 않나요 사랑이 왔다 떠나면요 다른 사랑을 찾았을 수도 있어요 그러면 괴로움이 시작되죠 사랑과 함께 고통도 따라 오는 걸 난 수 없이 많이 보았어요 때로는 앞이 보이지 않았으면 해요 눈물은 그치지 않고 나는 당신을 두고 떠나야 해요 말이 쉽게 나오지 않죠 절대 쉽게 나오지 않아요 떠난다는 말을 할 때마다 말이 차마 나오지 않아요 이제 아무 말도 못하겠어요 힘들지 않나요 사랑과 행복했던 시간이 끝에 다다르면요 하지만 아물지 않는 상처도 있어요 아침이면 당신을 떠나야 해요 난 무릎 꿇고 도움을 애걸하지만 우리 사랑은 오래 전에 생을 다했어요 당신의 마음은 다른 사람에게 있으니까요 이 말이 쉽게 나오지 않아요 이제 아무 말도 못하겠어요 내가 떠난다고 할 때마다 차마 말이 나오지 않아요 이제 아무 말도 못하겠어요 힘들지 않나요 사랑이 끝에 다다르면요 정말 힘들어요 사랑의 끝은 정말 힘들어요 눈물은 그치지 않고 나는 당신을 두고 떠나야 해요 말이 쉽게 나오지 않죠 절대 쉽게 나오지 않아요 |
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Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain't hard
When love comes to an end You may have found another That's when troubles just begin I've seen so much pain that comes with love Sometimes I wish I was blind His tears they just keep falling I must leave you behind His words don't come easy I know they never do Every time I say I'm leaving My lips won't make a sound Now they won't make a sound Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain't hard When love comes to an end And every times when we were happy But some scars never mend I've got to leave you in the morning I'm on my knees, I cry for help But our love has long quit living Your heart for someone else These words they don't come easy Oh now they never do Every time I say I'm leaving My lips won't make a sound Now they won't make a sound Ain't it hard, ain't it hard, ain't hard When love comes to an end Oh it's so hard, baby, it's so hard When love comes to an end, it so hard His tears they just keep falling I must leave you behind His words don't come easy I know they never do 힘들지 않나요 사랑이 왔다 떠나면요 다른 사랑을 찾았을 수도 있어요 그러면 괴로움이 시작되죠 사랑과 함께 고통도 따라 오는 걸 난 수 없이 많이 보았어요 때로는 앞이 보이지 않았으면 해요 눈물은 그치지 않고 나는 당신을 두고 떠나야 해요 말이 쉽게 나오지 않죠 절대 쉽게 나오지 않아요 떠난다는 말을 할 때마다 말이 차마 나오지 않아요 이제 아무 말도 못하겠어요 힘들지 않나요 사랑과 행복했던 시간이 끝에 다다르면요 하지만 아물지 않는 상처도 있어요 아침이면 당신을 떠나야 해요 난 무릎 꿇고 도움을 애걸하지만 우리 사랑은 오래 전에 생을 다했어요 당신의 마음은 다른 사람에게 있으니까요 이 말이 쉽게 나오지 않아요 이제 아무 말도 못하겠어요 내가 떠난다고 할 때마다 차마 말이 나오지 않아요 이제 아무 말도 못하겠어요 힘들지 않나요 사랑이 끝에 다다르면요 정말 힘들어요 사랑의 끝은 정말 힘들어요 눈물은 그치지 않고 나는 당신을 두고 떠나야 해요 말이 쉽게 나오지 않죠 절대 쉽게 나오지 않아요 |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
It ain't hard to tell I excel then prevail The mic is contacted I attract clientele My mic check is life or death breathin a sniper's breath I exhale the yellow smoke of buddha through righteous steps Deep like The Shinin' sparkle like a diamond Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket linin Hit the Earth like a comet invasion Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian half man half amazin Cause in my physical I can express through song Delete stress like Motrin then extend strong I drank Moet with Medusa give her shotguns in hell From the spliff that I lift and in haleit ain't hard to tell The buddha monk's in your trunk turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop place your loot up parties I shoot up Nas I analyze drop a jewel inhale from the L School a fool well you feel it like braille It ain't hard to tell I kick a skill like Shaquille holds a pill Vocabulary spills I'm plus Matic I freak beats slam it like Iron Shiek Jam like a tech with correct techniques So analyze me surprise me but can't magmatize me Scannin while you're plannin ways to sabotage me I leave em froze like her on in your nose Nas'll rock well it ain't hard to tell This rhythmatic explosion is what your frame of mind has chosen I'll leave your brain stimulated niggaz is frozen Speak with criminal slang begin like a violin End like Leviathan it's deep well let me try again Wisdom be leakin out my grapefruit troop I dominate break loops givin mics menestraul cycles Street's disciple I rock beats that's mega trifle And groovy but smoother than moves by Villanova You're still a soldier I'm like Sly Stone in Cobra Packin like a rasta in the weed spot Vocals'll squeeze glocks MC's eavesdrop Though they need not to sneak My poetry's deep I never fell Nas's raps should be locked in a cell It ain't hard to tell |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
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 Nas - Illmatic (1994)
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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Aight fuck that shit word word Fuck that other shit youknowhat i'msayin We gon do a little somethin like this yaknahmsayin is they up on this Keep it on and on and on and on and Knowhati'msayin big nas grand wizard God what it is what it is like hah knowhati'msayin Yo go head do that shit nigga I rap for listeners blunt heads fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggaz then I be dissin a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of kooley high gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor fuck who's the liver My man put the battery in my back a differencem from energizer Sentence begins indented with formality My duration's infinite moneywise or physiology Poetry that's a part of me retardedly bop I drop the ancient manifested hip hop straight off the block I reminisce on park jams my man was shot for his sheep coat Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke It's real grew up in trife life did times or white lines The hype vice murderous nighttimes and knife fights invite crimes Chill on the block with cog nac hold strap With my peeps that's into drug money market into rap No sign of the beast in the blue chrysler I guess that means peace For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya Start off the dice rollin mats for craps to cee lo With sidebets I roll a deuce nothin below peace god Peace God now the shit is explained I'm takin niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane It's like that y'all it's like that y'all it's like that y'all Now let me take a trip down memory lane Comin outta queensbridge One for the money Two for pussy and foreign cars Three for alize niggaz deceased or behind bars I rap divine gods check the prognosis is it real or showbiz My window faces shootouts drug overdoses Live amongst no roses only the drama for real A nickel plate is my fate my medicine is the ganja Here's my basis my razor embraces many faces Your telephone blowin black stitches or fat shoelaces Peoples are petrol dramatic automatic fo fo I let blow And back down po po when I'm vexed so My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank I see dark streets hustlin brothers who keep the same rank Pumpin for somethin some uprise plus some fail Judges hangin niggaz uncorrect bails for direct sales My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real Word to christ a disciple of streets trifle on beats I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke of fat cat that nigga's name made bell rings black Some fiends scream about supreme team a jamaica queens thing Uptown was alpo son heard he was kingpin yo Fuck rap is real watch the herbs stand still Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill True in the game as long as blood is blue in my veins I pour my heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane Comin outta queensbridge The most dangerous mc is Comin outta queensbridge The most dangerous mc is Comin outta queensbridge The most dangerous mc is Comin outta queensbridge The most dangerous mc is Me numba won and you know where me from |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Aight fuck that shit
word word Fuck that other shit youknowhat i'msayin We gon do a little somethin like this yaknahmsayin is they up on this Keep it on and on and on and on and Knowhati'msayin big nas grand wizard God what it is what it is like hah knowhati'msayin Yo go head do that shit nigga I rap for listeners blunt heads fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggaz then I be dissin a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of kooley high gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor fuck who's the liver My man put the battery in my back a differencem from energizer Sentence begins indented with formality My duration's infinite moneywise or physiology Poetry that's a part of me retardedly bop I drop the ancient manifested hip hop straight off the block I reminisce on park jams my man was shot for his sheep coat Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke It's real grew up in trife life did times or white lines The hype vice murderous nighttimes and knife fights invite crimes Chill on the block with cog nac hold strap With my peeps that's into drug money market into rap No sign of the beast in the blue chrysler I guess that means peace For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya Start off the dice rollin mats for craps to cee lo With sidebets I roll a deuce nothin below peace god Peace God now the shit is explained I'm takin niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane It's like that y'all it's like that y'all it's like that y'all Now let me take a trip down memory lane Comin outta queensbridge One for the money Two for pussy and foreign cars Three for alize niggaz deceased or behind bars I rap divine gods check the prognosis is it real or showbiz My window faces shootouts drug overdoses Live amongst no roses only the drama for real A nickel plate is my fate my medicine is the ganja Here's my basis my razor embraces many faces Your telephone blowin black stitches or fat shoelaces Peoples are petrol dramatic automatic fo fo I let blow And back down po po when I'm vexed so My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank I see dark streets hustlin brothers who keep the same rank Pumpin for somethin some uprise plus some fail Judges hangin niggaz uncorrect bails for direct sales My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real Word to christ a disciple of streets trifle on beats I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke of fat cat that nigga's name made bell rings black Some fiends scream about supreme team a jamaica queens thing Uptown was alpo son heard he was kingpin yo Fuck rap is real watch the herbs stand still Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill True in the game as long as blood is blue in my veins I pour my heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane Comin outta queensbridge The most dangerous mc is Comin outta queensbridge The most dangerous mc is Comin outta queensbridge The most dangerous mc is Comin outta queensbridge The most dangerous mc is Me numba won and you know where me from |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Aight fuck that shit
word word Fuck that other shit youknowhat i'msayin We gon do a little somethin like this yaknahmsayin is they up on this Keep it on and on and on and on and Knowhati'msayin big nas grand wizard God what it is what it is like hah knowhati'msayin Yo go head do that shit nigga I rap for listeners blunt heads fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggaz then I be dissin a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of kooley high gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor fuck who's the liver My man put the battery in my back a differencem from energizer Sentence begins indented with formality My duration's infinite moneywise or physiology Poetry that's a part of me retardedly bop I drop the ancient manifested hip hop straight off the block I reminisce on park jams my man was shot for his sheep coat Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke It's real grew up in trife life did times or white lines The hype vice murderous nighttimes and knife fights invite crimes Chill on the block with cog nac hold strap With my peeps that's into drug money market into rap No sign of the beast in the blue chrysler I guess that means peace For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya Start off the dice rollin mats for craps to cee lo With sidebets I roll a deuce nothin below peace god Peace God now the shit is explained I'm takin niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane It's like that y'all it's like that y'all it's like that y'all Now let me take a trip down memory lane Comin outta queensbridge One for the money Two for pussy and foreign cars Three for alize niggaz deceased or behind bars I rap divine gods check the prognosis is it real or showbiz My window faces shootouts drug overdoses Live amongst no roses only the drama for real A nickel plate is my fate my medicine is the ganja Here's my basis my razor embraces many faces Your telephone blowin black stitches or fat shoelaces Peoples are petrol dramatic automatic fo fo I let blow And back down po po when I'm vexed so My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank I see dark streets hustlin brothers who keep the same rank Pumpin for somethin some uprise plus some fail Judges hangin niggaz uncorrect bails for direct sales My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real Word to christ a disciple of streets trifle on beats I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke of fat cat that nigga's name made bell rings black Some fiends scream about supreme team a jamaica queens thing Uptown was alpo son heard he was kingpin yo Fuck rap is real watch the herbs stand still Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill True in the game as long as blood is blue in my veins I pour my heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane Comin outta queensbridge The most dangerous mc is Comin outta queensbridge The most dangerous mc is Comin outta queensbridge The most dangerous mc is Comin outta queensbridge The most dangerous mc is Me numba won and you know where me from |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Yeah yeah aiyyo black it's time
Word it's time nigga Yeah straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician inflictin composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine Holdin a M 16 see with the pen I'm extreme now Bulletholes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J sittin bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs Laughin at baseheads tryin to sell some broken amps G Packs get off quick forever niggaz talk shit Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin Time to start the revolution catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard the Mac 10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up told brothers Back up the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz one ran I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo my shit is stuck Try to cock it it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be So whatchu sayin It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name and claim some corners crews without guns are goners In broad daylight stickup kids they run up on us Fo' fives and gauges Macs in fact Same niggaz'll catch a back to back snatchin yo' cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster drinkin Moets holdin Tecs Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped Investments in stocks sewein up the blocks to sell rocks winnin gunfights with mega cops But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin Thinkin of cash flow buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's my blend tape plays bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back black I'm livin where the nights is jet black The fiends fight to get crack I just max I dream I can sit back and lamp like Capone with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life rings flooded with stones homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain and be prosperous though we live dangerous cops could just arrest me blamin us we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics and the stuff that I write is even tougher than dice I'm takin rappers to a new plateau through rap slow My rhymin is a vitamin Hell without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps full of villians and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks I'ma addict for sneakers twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the new york state of mind |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Yeah yeah aiyyo black it's time Word it's time nigga Yeah straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap Where fake niggaz don't make it back Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician inflictin composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin cocaine Holdin a M 16 see with the pen I'm extreme now Bulletholes left in my peepholes I'm suited up in street clothes Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay I keep some E&J sittin bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs Laughin at baseheads tryin to sell some broken amps G Packs get off quick forever niggaz talk shit Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin Time to start the revolution catch a body head for Houston Once they caught us off guard the Mac 10 was in the grass and I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin Pick the Mac up told brothers Back up the Mac spit Lead was hittin niggaz one ran I made him backflip Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook couldn't look Gave another squeeze heard it click yo my shit is stuck Try to cock it it wouldn't shoot now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So now I'm jetting to the building lobby and it was filled with children probably couldn't see as high as I be So whatchu sayin It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name and claim some corners crews without guns are goners In broad daylight stickup kids they run up on us Fo' fives and gauges Macs in fact Same niggaz'll catch a back to back snatchin yo' cracks in black There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked So hold your stash until the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good she'll bring ya customers in measuring pots but yo You gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York state of mind Be havin dreams that I'ma gangster drinkin Moets holdin Tecs Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped Investments in stocks sewein up the blocks to sell rocks winnin gunfights with mega cops But just a nigga walking with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin Give me a Smith and Wessun I'll have niggaz undressin Thinkin of cash flow buddah and shelter Whenever frustrated I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's my blend tape plays bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze full of black rats trapped plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back black I'm livin where the nights is jet black The fiends fight to get crack I just max I dream I can sit back and lamp like Capone with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life rings flooded with stones homes I got so many rhymes I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain and be prosperous though we live dangerous cops could just arrest me blamin us we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics and the stuff that I write is even tougher than dice I'm takin rappers to a new plateau through rap slow My rhymin is a vitamin Hell without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps full of villians and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle had to scuffle with freaks I'ma addict for sneakers twenties of buddah and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the new york state of mind |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Whattup kid I know shit is
rough doing your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib Fuck it black no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you why don't your lady write you Told her she should visit that's when she got hyper Flippin talk about he acts too rough He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah shorty don't care she a snake too Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you But yo guess who got shot in the dome piece Jerome's niece on her way home from Jones Beach it's bugged Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's at night time there's more trife than ever Whattup with Cormega did you see 'em are y'all together If so then hold the fort down represent to the fullest Say whassup to Herb Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commisary You was my nigga when push came to shove One what one love Dear Born you'll be out soon stay strong Out in New York the same shit is goin on the crack heads stalking loud mouths is talking hold check out the story yesterday when i was walking the nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something word to mother i heard him fronting and he be pumping on your block your man gave him your glock and now they run together what up son whatever since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease but I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Whylin on the Island but now with Elmira better chill cause them niggaz will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers but maintain when you come home the corner's ours On the reels all these crab niggaz know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill see you on the next V I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks plus sent you flicks Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me he might beat his case 'til he come home I play it low key so stay civilised time flies though incarcerated your mind I hate it when your mum cries it kinda wants to make me murder for real a I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts written in school text books bibles et cetera Fuck a school lecture the lies get me vexeder So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin nails while I'm sleepin A two day stay you may say I need the time alone to relax my dome no phone left the 9 at home You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible Fuckin with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue or hdm hit with numbers from 8 to 10 a future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home nobody's helpin shorty doo wop Rollin two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops He said Nas niggaz could be bustin' off the roof so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres deuce He inhaled so deep shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughing when I peeked to watch me speak I sat back like the mack my army suit was black We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks I took an l when he passed it this little bastard keeps me blasted he starts talkin mad shit I had to school him told him don't let niggaz fool him 'cos when the pistol blows that's when a murder be the cool one Tough luck when niggaz are struck families fucked up could've cought your man but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen so take heed never bust up if the crowd catch him solo make the right man bleed shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose wiping the blunts ash from my clothes then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above keep an eye out for jake shorty what one love |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Whattup kid I know shit is
rough doing your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib Fuck it black no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you why don't your lady write you Told her she should visit that's when she got hyper Flippin talk about he acts too rough He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah shorty don't care she a snake too Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you But yo guess who got shot in the dome piece Jerome's niece on her way home from Jones Beach it's bugged Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's at night time there's more trife than ever Whattup with Cormega did you see 'em are y'all together If so then hold the fort down represent to the fullest Say whassup to Herb Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commisary You was my nigga when push came to shove One what one love Dear Born you'll be out soon stay strong Out in New York the same shit is goin on the crack heads stalking loud mouths is talking hold check out the story yesterday when i was walking the nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something word to mother i heard him fronting and he be pumping on your block your man gave him your glock and now they run together what up son whatever since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease but I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Whylin on the Island but now with Elmira better chill cause them niggaz will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers but maintain when you come home the corner's ours On the reels all these crab niggaz know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill see you on the next V I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks plus sent you flicks Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me he might beat his case 'til he come home I play it low key so stay civilised time flies though incarcerated your mind I hate it when your mum cries it kinda wants to make me murder for real a I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts written in school text books bibles et cetera Fuck a school lecture the lies get me vexeder So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin nails while I'm sleepin A two day stay you may say I need the time alone to relax my dome no phone left the 9 at home You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible Fuckin with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue or hdm hit with numbers from 8 to 10 a future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home nobody's helpin shorty doo wop Rollin two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops He said Nas niggaz could be bustin' off the roof so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres deuce He inhaled so deep shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughing when I peeked to watch me speak I sat back like the mack my army suit was black We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks I took an l when he passed it this little bastard keeps me blasted he starts talkin mad shit I had to school him told him don't let niggaz fool him 'cos when the pistol blows that's when a murder be the cool one Tough luck when niggaz are struck families fucked up could've cought your man but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen so take heed never bust up if the crowd catch him solo make the right man bleed shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose wiping the blunts ash from my clothes then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above keep an eye out for jake shorty what one love |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Whattup kid I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib Fuck it black no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations you know you got a son I heard he looks like you why don't your lady write you Told her she should visit that's when she got hyper Flippin talk about he acts too rough He didn't listen he be riffin' while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah shorty don't care she a snake too Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you But yo guess who got shot in the dome piece Jerome's niece on her way home from Jones Beach it's bugged Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime Hangin out with young thugs that all carry 9's at night time there's more trife than ever Whattup with Cormega did you see 'em are y'all together If so then hold the fort down represent to the fullest Say whassup to Herb Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commisary You was my nigga when push came to shove One what one love Dear Born you'll be out soon stay strong Out in New York the same shit is goin on the crack heads stalking loud mouths is talking hold check out the story yesterday when i was walking the nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' something word to mother i heard him fronting and he be pumping on your block your man gave him your glock and now they run together what up son whatever since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease but I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Whylin on the Island but now with Elmira better chill cause them niggaz will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers but maintain when you come home the corner's ours On the reels all these crab niggaz know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill see you on the next V I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks plus sent you flicks Your brother's buck whylin' in four maine he wrote me he might beat his case 'til he come home I play it low key so stay civilised time flies though incarcerated your mind I hate it when your mum cries it kinda wants to make me murder for real a I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs for one love Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts written in school text books bibles et cetera Fuck a school lecture the lies get me vexeder So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the week and hittin nails while I'm sleepin A two day stay you may say I need the time alone to relax my dome no phone left the 9 at home You see the streets have me stressed somethin terrible Fuckin with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue or hdm hit with numbers from 8 to 10 a future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home nobody's helpin shorty doo wop Rollin two phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops He said Nas niggaz could be bustin' off the roof so I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres deuce He inhaled so deep shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughing when I peeked to watch me speak I sat back like the mack my army suit was black We was chillin' on these bitches where he pumped his loose cracks I took an l when he passed it this little bastard keeps me blasted he starts talkin mad shit I had to school him told him don't let niggaz fool him 'cos when the pistol blows that's when a murder be the cool one Tough luck when niggaz are struck families fucked up could've cought your man but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen so take heed never bust up if the crowd catch him solo make the right man bleed shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose wiping the blunts ash from my clothes then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose and told my little man that i'm a go cyprose there's some jewels in the skull that he can sell if he chose words of wisdom from nas try to rise up above keep an eye out for jake shorty what one love |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Yeah it's Illmatic It's Illmatic It's Illmatic One time 4 your mind one time One time 4 your mind one time One time 4 your mind one time Aiyyo Nas kick that fuckin rhyme When I'm chillin I grab the buddha get my crew to buy beers And watch a flick illin and root for the villian Plus every morning I go out and love it sort of chilly Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies After being blessed by the herb's essence I'm back to my rest ten minutes some odd seconds That's where I got the honey at spends the night for sexing Cheap lubrication Lifestyle protection Picking up my stereo's remote control quickly Ron G's in the cassette deck rockin the shit G I try to stay mellow rock well acapella rhymes'll make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella fella Go get your crew Hobbes I'm prepared to bomb troops Got niggaz who's born I shot my way out my Mom Dukes When I was ten I was a hip hoppin shorty wop Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top One time 4 your mind one time One time 4 your mind one time hey yo Nas fuck that man that shit was fat But kick that for them gangstas man fuck all that Right right what up niggaz how y'all it's Nasty the villian I'm still writin rhymes but besides that I'm chillin I'm trying to get this money God you know the hard times kid Shit cold be starvin make you wanna do crimes kid But I'ma lamp cuz a crime couldn't beat a rhyme Niggaz catching 3 to 9's Muslims yelling free the mind And I'm from Queensbridge been to many places as a kid when I would say that out of town niggaz chased us But now I know the time got a older mind Plus control a nine fine see now I represent mine I'm new on the rap scene brothers never heard of me Yet I'm a meance yo police wanna murder me Heine Dark drinker represent the thinker My pen rides the paper it even has blinkers Think I'll dim the lights then inhale it stimulates Floating like I'm on the North 95 Interstate Never plan to stop when I write my hand is hot And expand alot from the Wiz to Camelot The parlayer I'll make ya heads bop Pah I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car From day to night I play the mic and you'll thank God I wreck shit so much the microphone'll need a paint job My brain is incarcerated Live at any jam I couldn't count all the parks I raided I hold a Mac 11 and attack the Reverand I contact 11 L's and max in heaven one time 4 your mind one time one time 4 your mind one time One time 4 your mind one time Yo from ninety two to ninety nine Yeah that shit was greasy fat Paul knowhat I'm sayin |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Yeah it's Illmatic
It's Illmatic It's Illmatic One time 4 your mind one time One time 4 your mind one time One time 4 your mind one time Aiyyo Nas kick that fuckin rhyme When I'm chillin I grab the buddha get my crew to buy beers And watch a flick illin and root for the villian Plus every morning I go out and love it sort of chilly Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies After being blessed by the herb's essence I'm back to my rest ten minutes some odd seconds That's where I got the honey at spends the night for sexing Cheap lubrication Lifestyle protection Picking up my stereo's remote control quickly Ron G's in the cassette deck rockin the shit G I try to stay mellow rock well acapella rhymes'll make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella fella Go get your crew Hobbes I'm prepared to bomb troops Got niggaz who's born I shot my way out my Mom Dukes When I was ten I was a hip hoppin shorty wop Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top One time 4 your mind one time One time 4 your mind one time hey yo Nas fuck that man that shit was fat But kick that for them gangstas man fuck all that Right right what up niggaz how y'all it's Nasty the villian I'm still writin rhymes but besides that I'm chillin I'm trying to get this money God you know the hard times kid Shit cold be starvin make you wanna do crimes kid But I'ma lamp cuz a crime couldn't beat a rhyme Niggaz catching 3 to 9's Muslims yelling free the mind And I'm from Queensbridge been to many places as a kid when I would say that out of town niggaz chased us But now I know the time got a older mind Plus control a nine fine see now I represent mine I'm new on the rap scene brothers never heard of me Yet I'm a meance yo police wanna murder me Heine Dark drinker represent the thinker My pen rides the paper it even has blinkers Think I'll dim the lights then inhale it stimulates Floating like I'm on the North 95 Interstate Never plan to stop when I write my hand is hot And expand alot from the Wiz to Camelot The parlayer I'll make ya heads bop Pah I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car From day to night I play the mic and you'll thank God I wreck shit so much the microphone'll need a paint job My brain is incarcerated Live at any jam I couldn't count all the parks I raided I hold a Mac 11 and attack the Reverand I contact 11 L's and max in heaven one time 4 your mind one time one time 4 your mind one time One time 4 your mind one time Yo from ninety two to ninety nine Yeah that shit was greasy fat Paul knowhat I'm sayin |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Yeah it's Illmatic
It's Illmatic It's Illmatic One time 4 your mind one time One time 4 your mind one time One time 4 your mind one time Aiyyo Nas kick that fuckin rhyme When I'm chillin I grab the buddha get my crew to buy beers And watch a flick illin and root for the villian Plus every morning I go out and love it sort of chilly Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies After being blessed by the herb's essence I'm back to my rest ten minutes some odd seconds That's where I got the honey at spends the night for sexing Cheap lubrication Lifestyle protection Picking up my stereo's remote control quickly Ron G's in the cassette deck rockin the shit G I try to stay mellow rock well acapella rhymes'll make me richer than a slipper made Cinderella fella Go get your crew Hobbes I'm prepared to bomb troops Got niggaz who's born I shot my way out my Mom Dukes When I was ten I was a hip hoppin shorty wop Known for rocking microphones and twisting off a 40 top One time 4 your mind one time One time 4 your mind one time hey yo Nas fuck that man that shit was fat But kick that for them gangstas man fuck all that Right right what up niggaz how y'all it's Nasty the villian I'm still writin rhymes but besides that I'm chillin I'm trying to get this money God you know the hard times kid Shit cold be starvin make you wanna do crimes kid But I'ma lamp cuz a crime couldn't beat a rhyme Niggaz catching 3 to 9's Muslims yelling free the mind And I'm from Queensbridge been to many places as a kid when I would say that out of town niggaz chased us But now I know the time got a older mind Plus control a nine fine see now I represent mine I'm new on the rap scene brothers never heard of me Yet I'm a meance yo police wanna murder me Heine Dark drinker represent the thinker My pen rides the paper it even has blinkers Think I'll dim the lights then inhale it stimulates Floating like I'm on the North 95 Interstate Never plan to stop when I write my hand is hot And expand alot from the Wiz to Camelot The parlayer I'll make ya heads bop Pah I shine a light on perpetrators like a cop's car From day to night I play the mic and you'll thank God I wreck shit so much the microphone'll need a paint job My brain is incarcerated Live at any jam I couldn't count all the parks I raided I hold a Mac 11 and attack the Reverand I contact 11 L's and max in heaven one time 4 your mind one time one time 4 your mind one time One time 4 your mind one time Yo from ninety two to ninety nine Yeah that shit was greasy fat Paul knowhat I'm sayin |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X) Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare at the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North before we get the four pounders, and take their face off The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for the fronters, wannabe ill niggaz and spot runners Thinkin it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em and leave em done, won't even run about Gods I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street corner Pullin a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X) Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back Love committin sins and my friends sell crack This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs Fly new chicKs and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's Represent, represent!! (repeat 3X) No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane I used to wake up every mornin, see my crew on the block Every day's a different plan that had us runnin from cops If it wasn't hangin out in front of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, breakin the locks Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand Could use a gun Son, but fuck bein the wanted man but if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam Then call the crew to get live too with Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love Represent y'all, represent!! (repeat 4X) One time for your motherfuckin mind This goes out to everybody in New York that's livin the real fuckin life And every projects, all over To my man, Big Will he's still here *echoes* The 40 side of Vernon My man Big L.E.S. Big Cee-Lo from the Don Shawn Penn, the 40 busters My crew the shorty busters The 41st side of Vernon posse The Goodfellas My man Cormega, Lakid Kid Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies My man Slate, Wallethead Black Jay, Big Oogi Crazy barrio spot (Big Dove) We rock shit, Ph.D And my man Primo, from GangStarr (Ninety-four real shit y'all, Harry O!) Fuck y'all crab ass niggaz though... (Yeah, bitch ass niggas! *etc.*) |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X) Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare at the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North before we get the four pounders, and take their face off The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for the fronters, wannabe ill niggaz and spot runners Thinkin it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em and leave em done, won't even run about Gods I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street corner Pullin a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X) Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back Love committin sins and my friends sell crack This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs Fly new chicKs and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's Represent, represent!! (repeat 3X) No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane I used to wake up every mornin, see my crew on the block Every day's a different plan that had us runnin from cops If it wasn't hangin out in front of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, breakin the locks Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand Could use a gun Son, but fuck bein the wanted man but if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam Then call the crew to get live too with Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love Represent y'all, represent!! (repeat 4X) One time for your motherfuckin mind This goes out to everybody in New York that's livin the real fuckin life And every projects, all over To my man, Big Will he's still here *echoes* The 40 side of Vernon My man Big L.E.S. Big Cee-Lo from the Don Shawn Penn, the 40 busters My crew the shorty busters The 41st side of Vernon posse The Goodfellas My man Cormega, Lakid Kid Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies My man Slate, Wallethead Black Jay, Big Oogi Crazy barrio spot (Big Dove) We rock shit, Ph.D And my man Primo, from GangStarr (Ninety-four real shit y'all, Harry O!) Fuck y'all crab ass niggaz though... (Yeah, bitch ass niggas! *etc.*) |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X) Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare at the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North before we get the four pounders, and take their face off The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, tryin to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for the fronters, wannabe ill niggaz and spot runners Thinkin it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em and leave em done, won't even run about Gods I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street corner Pullin a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure Represent, represent!! (repeat 4X) Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back Love committin sins and my friends sell crack This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs Fly new chicKs and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's Represent, represent!! (repeat 3X) No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane I used to wake up every mornin, see my crew on the block Every day's a different plan that had us runnin from cops If it wasn't hangin out in front of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, breakin the locks Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand Could use a gun Son, but fuck bein the wanted man but if I hit rock bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam Then call the crew to get live too with Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love Represent y'all, represent!! (repeat 4X) One time for your motherfuckin mind This goes out to everybody in New York that's livin the real fuckin life And every projects, all over To my man, Big Will he's still here *echoes* The 40 side of Vernon My man Big L.E.S. Big Cee-Lo from the Don Shawn Penn, the 40 busters My crew the shorty busters The 41st side of Vernon posse The Goodfellas My man Cormega, Lakid Kid Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies My man Slate, Wallethead Black Jay, Big Oogi Crazy barrio spot (Big Dove) We rock shit, Ph.D And my man Primo, from GangStarr (Ninety-four real shit y'all, Harry O!) Fuck y'all crab ass niggaz though... (Yeah, bitch ass niggas! *etc.*) |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
*sound of a subway train going overhead*
*in the background, Nas' verse from Main Source "Live at the BBQ" is heard* *excerpt of verse is as follows* (Street's disciple, my raps are trifle I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit Verbal assassin, my architect pleases When I was twelve, I went to ... ) *conversation heard over this before Wild Style music kicks in is as follows* *(dialogue from the film between ZORO and his infantryman brother, Hector)* Hector: And you're sitting at home doing this shit? I should be earning a medal for this. Stop fucking around and be a man, there ain't nothing out here for you... ZORO: Oh yes there is...this! [somebody from the Firm] Yo Nas Yo what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio Son? [Nas] Chill chill, that's the shit God, chill [AZ the Visualiza] Aiyyo yo, pull down the shade, man. Let's count this money, nigguh Aiyyo Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there You know what I'm sayin? Cause we spendin the Jacksons [Nas] Right, yeah. [AZ] You know how we get down baby [Nas] True, true" [the Firm] Nas, yo Nas, man shit is mad real right now in the Projects for a nigga yo, word to mother. All them crab ass rappers be comin up to me man word to mother man I think we need to let them niggaz know it's real man [Nas] True indeed, knahmsayin, but when it's real you doin this even without a record contract, knahmsayin? [AZ] No question [Nas] Been doin this since back then [the Firm] No doubt [AZ] I'm saying regardless how it go down we gon keep it real We trying to see many mansions and...and Coupes kid! [Nas] No doubt, we gon keep it real True, true... [the Firm] Aiyyo where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at man? Takin niggas a long time, man..." >[Nas] Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessey [AZ] Aiyyo Dunn! C'mon, c'mon, man stop waving that man Stop pointing that at me Dunn, take the clip out [Nas] Nigga alright but take this Hennessey man [AZ] I'm saying take the clip man C'mon, take it out... [Nas] Light them Phillies up man Niggaz stop fucking burning Phillies man Light some Phillies up then! [the Firm] Pass that Amber Boch, pass that Amber Boch, nigga! Act like you know. [AZ] Yo, we drinking this straight up with no chaser I ain't fucking with you nigga [Nas] I'm saying though man... [AZ] What is it, what is it baby? [the Firm] What is it Son, what is it? [AZ] You know what time it is [Nas] I'm saying man, ya know what I'm saying? Niggaz don't listen man, representing It's Illmatic. |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
*sound of a subway train going overhead*
*in the background, Nas' verse from Main Source "Live at the BBQ" is heard* *excerpt of verse is as follows* (Street's disciple, my raps are trifle I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit Verbal assassin, my architect pleases When I was twelve, I went to ... ) *conversation heard over this before Wild Style music kicks in is as follows* *(dialogue from the film between ZORO and his infantryman brother, Hector)* Hector: And you're sitting at home doing this shit? I should be earning a medal for this. Stop fucking around and be a man, there ain't nothing out here for you... ZORO: Oh yes there is...this! [somebody from the Firm] Yo Nas Yo what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio Son? [Nas] Chill chill, that's the shit God, chill [AZ the Visualiza] Aiyyo yo, pull down the shade, man. Let's count this money, nigguh Aiyyo Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there You know what I'm sayin? Cause we spendin the Jacksons [Nas] Right, yeah. [AZ] You know how we get down baby [Nas] True, true" [the Firm] Nas, yo Nas, man shit is mad real right now in the Projects for a nigga yo, word to mother. All them crab ass rappers be comin up to me man word to mother man I think we need to let them niggaz know it's real man [Nas] True indeed, knahmsayin, but when it's real you doin this even without a record contract, knahmsayin? [AZ] No question [Nas] Been doin this since back then [the Firm] No doubt [AZ] I'm saying regardless how it go down we gon keep it real We trying to see many mansions and...and Coupes kid! [Nas] No doubt, we gon keep it real True, true... [the Firm] Aiyyo where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at man? Takin niggas a long time, man..." >[Nas] Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessey [AZ] Aiyyo Dunn! C'mon, c'mon, man stop waving that man Stop pointing that at me Dunn, take the clip out [Nas] Nigga alright but take this Hennessey man [AZ] I'm saying take the clip man C'mon, take it out... [Nas] Light them Phillies up man Niggaz stop fucking burning Phillies man Light some Phillies up then! [the Firm] Pass that Amber Boch, pass that Amber Boch, nigga! Act like you know. [AZ] Yo, we drinking this straight up with no chaser I ain't fucking with you nigga [Nas] I'm saying though man... [AZ] What is it, what is it baby? [the Firm] What is it Son, what is it? [AZ] You know what time it is [Nas] I'm saying man, ya know what I'm saying? Niggaz don't listen man, representing It's Illmatic. |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
*sound of a subway train going overhead* *in the background, Nas' verse from Main Source "Live at the BBQ" is heard* *excerpt of verse is as follows* (Street's disciple, my raps are trifle I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit Verbal assassin, my architect pleases When I was twelve, I went to ... ) *conversation heard over this before Wild Style music kicks in is as follows* *(dialogue from the film between ZORO and his infantryman brother, Hector)* Hector: And you're sitting at home doing this shit? I should be earning a medal for this. Stop fucking around and be a man, there ain't nothing out here for you... ZORO: Oh yes there is...this! [somebody from the Firm] Yo Nas Yo what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio Son? [Nas] Chill chill, that's the shit God, chill [AZ the Visualiza] Aiyyo yo, pull down the shade, man. Let's count this money, nigguh Aiyyo Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there You know what I'm sayin? Cause we spendin the Jacksons [Nas] Right, yeah. [AZ] You know how we get down baby [Nas] True, true" [the Firm] Nas, yo Nas, man shit is mad real right now in the Projects for a nigga yo, word to mother. All them crab ass rappers be comin up to me man word to mother man I think we need to let them niggaz know it's real man [Nas] True indeed, knahmsayin, but when it's real you doin this even without a record contract, knahmsayin? [AZ] No question [Nas] Been doin this since back then [the Firm] No doubt [AZ] I'm saying regardless how it go down we gon keep it real We trying to see many mansions and...and Coupes kid! [Nas] No doubt, we gon keep it real True, true... [the Firm] Aiyyo where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at man? Takin niggas a long time, man..." >[Nas] Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessey [AZ] Aiyyo Dunn! C'mon, c'mon, man stop waving that man Stop pointing that at me Dunn, take the clip out [Nas] Nigga alright but take this Hennessey man [AZ] I'm saying take the clip man C'mon, take it out... [Nas] Light them Phillies up man Niggaz stop fucking burning Phillies man Light some Phillies up then! [the Firm] Pass that Amber Boch, pass that Amber Boch, nigga! Act like you know. [AZ] Yo, we drinking this straight up with no chaser I ain't fucking with you nigga [Nas] I'm saying though man... [AZ] What is it, what is it baby? [the Firm] What is it Son, what is it? [AZ] You know what time it is [Nas] I'm saying man, ya know what I'm saying? Niggaz don't listen man, representing It's Illmatic. |
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from Nas - Illmatic (1994)
Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine I sip the Dom P watchin Gandhi til I'm charged Then writin in my book of rhymes all the words pass the margin To hold the mic I'm throbbin mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit The thief's theme play me at night they won't act right The fiend of hip hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation react like I'm facin time like Pappy Mason with pens I'm embracin Wipe the sweat off my dome spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timb's on my feets makes my cypher complete Whether crusin in a six cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it the beats make me fallin asleep I keep fallin but never fallin six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for presidents to represent me I'm out for dead presidents to represent me Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine To my man Ill Will God bless your life To my peoples throughout Queens God bless your life I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housin police release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild money gettin style rollin foul The versatile honey stickin wild golden child Dwellin in the Rotten Apple you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso shit is a hassle There's no days for broke days we sell it smoke pays While all the old folks pray to Je sus' soakin they sins in trays of holy water odds against Nas are slaughter Thinkin a word best describin my life to name my daughter My strength my son the star will be my resurrection Born in correction all the wrong shit I did he'll lead a right direction How ya livin large a broker charge cards are mediocre You flippin coke or playin spit spades in strip poker It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this I'm the young city bandit hold myself down singlehanded For murder raps I kick my thoughts alone get remanded Born alone die alone no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone caved inside in a thousand miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Trying to maintain I flip fill the clip to the tip Picturin my peeps now the income make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up they locked the champ up even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana stabbin women like the Phantom The crew is lampin big Willie style Check the chip toothed smile plus I profile wild Stash through the flock wools burnin dollars to light my stove Walk the blocks wit a bop checkin Danes plus the games people play bust the problems of the world today It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this The world is yours the world is yours It's mine it's mine it's mine Whose world is this Yea aight To everybody in Queens the foundation It's yours The world is yours To everybody uptown yo the world is yours The world is yours To everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is The world is yours Everbody in Mount Vernon the world is yours Long Island the world is yours Staten Island yea the world is yours South Bronx the world is yours Aight |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
This is what... this what they want huh? This is what it's all about.. What? Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, youknowImean? Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man Yknahmean? Niggaz don't understand the four devils: Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy Wicked niggaz man [AZ the Visualiza] Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black [Cormega] Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it [Nas] Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me "Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar [Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle He money bags got Moet, Sean Don Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team we shittin hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh! We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another ki The Firm baby, volume one uhh.. |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
*Yee-hah's and whips cracking in background*
-Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee. Nas:Mmmhmm. Damn, man. -I can't take it man. Nas:Sho' can't. -You think this is gonna eva' change? Nas:Man, damn this place, man! Damn these chains! These damn chitlins every damn night. -This cotton. Nas:Shit! -I can't take it man. Nas:Harriett done left the night befo'. It's time we go. Aint no place for black folk here. Man, promise land callin' me man. -It's callin' me too. Nas:It's time we go. -Yeah, I'm wichou! Nas:Hey man, hey damn these chains, man. Damn you master, you ain't my master, man! *Sounds of punching and bumping* Nas:You aint nothin', you aint nothin. -Hey Bandit, Bandit, get the dogs! Get the hounds, we gonna have ourselves a hangin' tonight! Nas:Nineteen-ninety-six! Back up in this nigga. The right way, though, you know? -Double-tre son, you know aint nothin' coincedental or accidental, son. Nas:No doubt! -You know how it's goin' down, man. Nas:It was all written. -No question, I'm sayin' man, I mean, how we playin' man, you know what I'm sayin', they dealt us in, son. They playin' with a fifty-four deck, you see with the Jokers in and everything, you know what I'm saying? Nas:Son, I'm playin' with the fifty-two. -You wanna stress on how I used to play, that's how I play. Nas:But, yo, they takin' us into this next millenium, right now. -I'm sayin' law, you know what I'm sayin' we gotta lay the law, cause without law aint no order, you know what I'm sayin', that's why these cats are slippin' through, you know what I'm sayin? They got the rules missin', though. Nas:True. -Yo, word up, though, you know what I mean? Nas:Son, these niggas look faker than the new hundred dollars, son. -Yeah, you see that they look Monopoly money, right? Nas:Word, with the big ass face on it. -Yo, what I'm sayin', we see through all that, though you know what I'm sayin? Nas:No question. -All eyes seein', son, you know we real. Nas:Yo, no doubt. In the Qu'ran it says Nas, the men. Nesa's the woman, know? It was written. |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
*click* *dialtone* *numbers being dialed*
*phone rings, is picked up right away* [G1] HELLO?! [G2] Whassup girl.. [G1] Ain't nothin - this nigga in here stressin talkin that old off the wall back to Africa shit again [G2] What, that God Body shit? [G1] Yeah, that dumb shit I'm tryin to get up OUTTA here [G2] I hear that.. but yo, you know the spot is pumpin tonight [G1] Word f'real where? [G2] You know, where the real niggaz is poppin the Cristal NOT THAT WHITE STUFF! [G1] Ha hah! Word where the real niggaz at? [JoJo Hailey] Listen.. to reason Pretty baby baby listen.. [Nas] A young wild beautiful love child You like them thug style link rockin, then mink coppin Hit you on the sink a hundred dollar drink poppin The head'll make you take him shoppin, a foul doctrine Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick You was innocent, but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit Chanel lookin real, airbrushed nails Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent (so fine..) To see a prophecy, your ebony tone is lockin me The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me Wishin I could be the one man; but you juggle way too many Willies all in one hand You wanna run up in clubs, gettin rubbed on Niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear Get your fuck on - followin week, you back there But what you stuck on, weed, clowns and cars Puffin with some lil nigga, husband not knowin she's out Could you believe Eve, Mother Earth of the seas Niggaz thirst you, you just let em hurt you and leave What up mah, frontin like you naive Pusherman's whip, callin police when you flip Can't understand it, yo it should be a throne for us But for now that's a whole different zone from us, word! Chorus: JoJo Hailey Diamonds all shinin, lookin all fine Pretty little face, get a little high Young girl stugglin, tryin to survive Mother of the Earth, she made you and I Just tired of playin the same ol' games Messin with my mind, emotional thangs And there goes.. a black girl.. lost [Nas] Like Isis, she got you heartbroke and felt lifeless Grow up girl instead you want revenge so now you act the nicest to who'sever gettin down and trifless To get his mind all you do is give him somethin priceless Cause in time he'll realize the thighs is all he needs More than weed, then you hit him off with lies and greed (deceit, yeah) There you go again, startin wars, makin me more yours Seem to get a kick out of keepin me on all fours Face glistenin, I'm addicted to you Original, Wisdom Body got me picturin you Igloos of ice trickin on you, you never listen to this nigga spendin Franklins on tennis anklets Must've had a bad deal in the past though Can't even keep it real with a nigga with cash flow Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain You got a job part-time and school's your night thing With dreams to settle down, it ain't far from now You gettin interviewed, but your boss is into gettin screwed Typical day that the black girl sees Comin home wantin more from a college degree Chorus [Nas] Where are you focused, on legit niggaz and where the coke is Nice and Thug Life niggaz, yo you seem hopeless Your value - too much to be measured, I wonder how you could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amountin to more than the world, but not knowin nothin about you You leavin the crib, takin all your kids out to drop them off, lettin some nigga knock you off So hot and soft, that's the same thing that got you lost (you should be ashamed) Growin up seein it, it should remind you, you bein lied to Everything that move be inside you Sacred as you are, left with these wannabes to guide you I watched you, hard to knock you, I tried not to They spot you out dancin topless in your drawers Damn look, there goes a black girl lost [JoJo Hailey] You should be ashamed of yourself The way you carry yourself The way you hang out all night long Doin silly things that is wrong Black girl.. *fades out* |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
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[Nas] Damn! Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga Just use me for whatever the fuck they want I don't get to say shit Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want Sell me, throw me away Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right? Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfuckin gun I can't believe this shit.... Word up.. (word up..) I seen some cold nights and bloody days They grab and me bullets spray They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day My body is cold steel for real I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed Under car seats they sneak me in clubs Been in the hands of mad thugs They feed me when they load me with mad slugs Seventeen precisely, one in my head They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly Beat up and battered, they pull me out I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me kill But what I feel it never mattered When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired A broken safety, niggaz place me in shelves under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred Keep me full up with hollow heads Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X) How you like me now? I go blaow It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, crippled your style I gave you power I made you buck wild [Nas] Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me Results of what happens to niggaz shock me I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on I make myself jam right in my owner's hand Chorus [Nas] Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryin Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf His eyes bubblin, he said, "It was on" I felt his palm troubled him shakin Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin My creation was for blacks to kill blacks It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories But this time, it's done intentionally He walked me outside, saw this cat Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?" He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong Knowing niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast I didn't know he was hit, it's over with Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me Damn! |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
Life..... I wonder....
Will it take me under.... I don't no. Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassin' Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder feeling like life is over these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot my son got nut evedently, is elementery they want us all gone eventually trooping out of state for a plate knowledge, if coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashin' fashion design your clothes lace in your click up with diamond roles Your people on the doe, no parole, no rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers Just some toughts for the mind I take a glince in to time, watch the glimp read the world is mine... Chorus: If I ruled the world, imagine that... I'd free all my sons, I love em love in baby... Black diamonds and pearls, could it be if you could be mine we both shine... If I rule the world, Still livin' for today in these last days and times. Now it I'd be paradise life relaxin' black, latino and anglo- saxon armani exchange the raines cash lords trouble Shabazz free at last brand new whips to craft now we laught in the hiller path The Viller house is for the crow how we do trees for breakfast dime sex as been streches So many years of depression make me vision, the better livin' type of place to raise kids in Opening eyes to the lise, history told foul but I'm as wise is the whole 'oul plus the gold child seein' things like I was controllin' click rollin' trickin' six digits on kicks and still holdin' Trips to Paris, I civilise every savage gimme one shot I turn strife like the labage Political prisonner set free, stress free no work release purple and threes and jet skiis feel the wimp breeze in west indies I heard correder Scott King makin' the cities in reverse themes to Willies, it sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown I'd open every cell in Atika send em to africa. Chorus (X2) And then we'll walk right up to the sun hand in hand we'll walk right up to the sun we won't land You'd love to hear the story how the thugs live and worry, duck kinda car see teach mendatory runnin' from Jake getting chased hunger for papes These out of brakes many mistakes go down out of state way, I had to let Marine we carry weight Triin' get lace flip the ace stack the safe Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop camber Makin' moves in Allena backin' fourth strambler cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich still nobody want a nigga have a shit If I rules the world and everything in it, skies the limit I push a cue 4-5 and finish it wouln't be no such thing of jealosy of the felony Strickly living a long longevety to the distany I tought I'd never see but, reality struck |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
*gun blast*
[P] I shot the motherfucker back [H] Right out the ass son [P] For niggaz don't know how to act [H] What the deal son [P] I shot the motherfucker back [H] No doubt son [P] For niggaz don't know how to act [Prodigy] Yo NYC, U-N-I-verse, se-riously Havoc and P, Queens niggaz so it seem to be Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise, mega Got word back from Noreaga The D.A. got video cassette taper The God with the God-U-Now, pullin a caper Runnin up in the spot, mask and duct taped up Pig tied they motherfuckin wrists to they ankles I been through, crime shit my niggaz in-to Peep the issue situation like this, we stickin him too JFK on our way to L.A. Got links with big cats down to Santa Barbre (Barbara) My crew do it the Mobb way, everyday Crime pay, who wanted gunplay? Drill me Niggaz kill me, thrillin me, you wanna look? Peep the nine milli, now undress, you know the drill-y Niggaz suspect, weak links pose threats, I have yet to met challenger who go against my set Gem stars razor sharp like Gilette, shavin closely on any character approach me I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny While cat burg-lars tryin to sneak peep the recipe Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet You pay about $5,000 a plate [Havoc] No doubt kid, I hit them niggaz like a bid The prosecutor, runnin up in your crib Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely It's only me, and the gat that's holdin me We got it locked beyond measure, the click's under pressure Extort you for your treasure smack you with the undresser Represent your click, go ahead, get that ass whipped (Floatin in the river with your body wrapped in plastic) Wannabe thug, get smacked for back talkin QB represent fuck that, it can happen While you rappin, I'm busy tryin to sneak the gat in Could tear men, cut the party while you jammin We think smarter, reach harder, got the 44 Bodyguard of somethin you don't want a part of If I was you, then I would do what I have to But you ain't me, you hesitated so I clapped you Then stepped off casually, naturally me [Nas] Niggaz thinkin shit sweet, I carry big heat Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait I escape into zones, that's irregular Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist Deep throats, they try to swallow this Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists I preserve in my dome, niggaz mics is full of silicone Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life I put my word on it Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit We mobbin, puttin niggaz in mausoleums From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod Chorus: Prodigy (3X) For niggaz don't know how to act To all my niggaz on the block slangin crack Rest in peace to my niggaz layin on they back To all the niggaz who bust gats (live nigga rap) [H] If youse a live nigga |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
The golden child chop that ass up you was holding out
let the streets be the court and the corners hold the trial fatal not fictitious, I rock the cable 86 shit, foreign cars with crazy bitches, mad smoke makes me able to quote, soliciting, images of that murder wrote a provocative plan can bring a knot to my hand as the pyrimad can stan on top of the sand in the heat of the moment like Farrakhan said we need atonement bullet proof glass, 5-classes chrome kitted up calicones lifted up. I didn't get touched checking my nuts I stood up and lit a dutch knowing how these niggas tattle sneak move get the drop, one shot without the gun battle so when you run the lead travel I come through it's taboo 96 ways to clap chorus: NAS is coming, NAS is coming (repeat twice) In the black limo, jack daniels through the cracked window I spot the fake, red dot his face, like a Hindu snatched the symbol, ties his hand too make examples substantial amounts you owe the fram crew, firm affliation, paper chasin, chips glossy, rich pablo escabano, nacho cheese, I'm Castro. compared to these niggas who swear to be real but important the Hoffa NAS pleg kills, counting bills to send to all my jail niggas who fail from New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.I. for G.P. a hundred g cars, car sent a vega cigars, kani shit, mad jiggy the clout, murder material serial like it's something venreal but in stereo (chorus) From child birth hertzes, flow like the Nile, covered surface I bitch the fruit from the serpant, apocalyptic, get bent, stay splifted, control the rap game you got it twisted Dr. Dre way the bridge say, shake dice and kiss it, Chris plus the six with biscuit, jeep full of chickens, pull up aside, have a listen y'all, NAS y'all, fly gangsta wavy hair, teeth chipped and my shit bumped in the courtroom drunk links truck, rocky bracelet, cognac kernel never chase it, rap hero, black deniro, federal bureau, tapped my line and got zero. rap pro, diamond roll, hustling low profile, white gold style, raking bloody dough by the pile. shot down, still alive struggling for the phone these three words are sung |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
Yo, release what's in me, besides the henny
Its eyes that seen plenty Things get skinny as if queens was a craig jenny Instead of diet plans it's crack 200 grams I pump a g-pack, peeping for where the d's at It's slow, looking for rambo the cop who got grazed Back in the days chasing niggas through my project maze That cop he got a death wish He run behind niggas until you're breathless Everyday he making 10 arrests shit My nigga check this I know the bitch he mess with I even blessed it 40 dash 10 inspect it [Already checked it dunn near his ankle you could see his gun] Peep he parked his jeep in the back of the slum To check Tanisha fat ass real fly with a blonde caesar Vittidini summer gear she push a two seater I heard she brag about the way he eat her An Irish man short slim with a tan they say he lace her cheeba She do be looking weaker how her teeth are foul Speaking loud peep her style in and out every reefa cloud Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy In a moputh that's starving Rock the same gear daily like a soldier in my squadron I heard she let jake investigate from her window 'Cause she's a nympho sucking dick and coughing up info So now it's set-up, her and the beast can get wet-up I know we vest up, we blazing from the neck up [yo let me knock first] Soon as he opened it your glock burst They had the chains on Son hit the lock first We busted in the cop jerked Jungle popped one in his shirt I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she's hurt We saw the camera, tape recorders, and the monitors They eyeing us [nas we survived one from the 4-5] Pull the shades down, they see its last days now There's no way now we can be treated just like a slave now Two in the dome, he's laid down A-yo the bitch is saved now She's living in a snitch grave now [Chorus]: Shootouts similar to the wild west Broad daylight face to face without a vest you know the episode thugs camouflage the spectacles Please God this ain't the life the devil sold See it was written, but it was never told. Peep the jewels black man is even better than gold Niggas roll with iron police roll in our pursuit Trying to stop the loot, fuck jake, cock and shoot Still on the streets with my peeps so deep We threw a block party for my man going up creek To do his 2 to 4 Niggas show love from all around the board Peace lors sony bandy camera record Pop a bottle cause when you come home we still got it Sewn we can watch the tape play back and just zone Film all the bitches on the benches, with ill extensions We black off the street only crew cars can enter Music was loud and it was crowded Barbecue wings we fed the feins [gamble in the back] Killa shouted And Franck tried to stop the bank loss 'Bout what it really cost guzzled his drink and staggered off He's a big will use to sling crills Now he owns the hill, couldn't take losing his cash And I could feel something i |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
Uhh, what, what, uhh.. Chorus: Nas (set to Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams") Street dreams are made of these Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin a key Everybody's lookin for somethin.. Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's lookin for somethin.. [Nas] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear Nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream the first trip without the clique Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million without the FBI catchin feelings Chorus [Nas] From fat cat to papi, niggaz see the cat Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back Holdin gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back Livin with moms, gettin it on, flushin crack down the toilet Two sips from bein alcoholic Nine hundred ninety nine thou from bein rich but now I'm all for it My man saw it like Dionne Warwick A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with The cartel Argentina coke with the nina Up in the hotel, smokin on sessamina Trina got the fishscale between her The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her She got me back livin sweeter, fresh Caesar Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins Bitches blow me while hoppin in the drop-top BM Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this Chorus [Nas] Growin up project-struck, lookin for luck dreamin Scopin the large niggaz beamin, check what I'm seein Cars, ghetto stars pushin ill Europeans G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n Young, early 80's, throwin rocks at the crazy lady Worshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me The street raised me up, givin a fuck I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was livin it up I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty Ain't that funny? Gettin put on to crack money With all the gunplay, paintin the kettle black hungry A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin coke as they career But I'm a rebel stressin, to pull out of the heat no doubt With Jeeps tinted out, spendin never holdin out Chorus 2X |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
[Nas] It was a murder Jake just hit the corner people swarming Three in the morning I jumped out my cab like "Fuck, niggaz is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes red I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked" I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla I'm all high it's late I'm looking down at the fella Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder that the street's designed to stop your life, plot The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell First time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell My niggas never snitch why tell We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities Queens'll be the death of me Chorus: To the suspect witness don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight (Suspect witness don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight) Chorus [Nas] Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches infested Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the witness My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite Ten millis, mix designed just for my physique I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely My pants hang low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese Rollin two Phillies together make blunts Siamese I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive A Million Man March, alert the masses Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my glasses Don assassins, armageddon, the wettin' Never freakin the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin' Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione -- are you the type of nigga to shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tome Niggaz get hit and wrap the plastic The mic I strike in vain givin the pain of what a Mack is What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia No need to check the clock, the streets are timin you Chorus [Nas] It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin shit mesmerized Mega live, like the third world Decipher my deceiver make him a believer Spitting jim stars, words in my mic ttype receiver Bond is my life so I live by my word Never fraudulent Queensbridge don't make no herbs Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin Rebel to America civilization caught you sleepin * talkin to fade * |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
[Nas] Yo; I never brag, how real I keep it, cause it's the best secret I rock a vest, prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus in a Lex watchin Kathie Lee and Regis My actions are one with the seasons A tec squeezin - executioner, winter time I rock a fur Mega popular, center of attraction Climaxin, my bitches they be laughin They high from sniffin coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson City lights spark a New York night Rossi and Martini sippin, Sergio Tachinni flippin mad pies low price, I blow dice and throw em Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan My niggaz roll in ten M3's Twenty Gods poppin wheelies on Kawasaki's Hip-Hop's got me on some ol', sprayin shots like a drumroll Blankin out and never miscount the shells my gun hold I don't stunt, I regulate Henny and Sprite, I seperate, watchin crab niggaz marinate I'm all about tecs and good jooks and sex Israelite books, holdin government names from Ness MC's are crawlin out, every hole in the slum You be aight like blood money in a pimp's cum "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that" "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that.. .. for, you wack MC's" [Nas] Currency is made in trust of the Messiah I'm spending it to get higher Earth, Wind, and Fire singing reasons why I'm up early, trustworthy is a nine that bust early Sunshine on my grill, I spill Remi on imaginary graves, put my hat on my waves Latter Day Saints say religious praise I dolo, challenge any team or solo You must be buggin out, new to my shit, home on a furlough Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up Mafioso, gettin niggaz wigs sprayed up Skies are misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy I'll one day walk into shots drunk off champange from Sicily This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma in a sentence, paragraph's indented Bloodshot red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye Openin cigars, let tobacco fly Condos are tuneproof, we're looking out the sky's moonroof Shittin like gin and prune juice Yo the system wants the coon's noose, hang em high Courtrooms filled up, it's off the hook while I just wrote a statement, like I'm facing twenty years in the basement - chilling on the via with Mumia for wearin chrome - I told the judge snakes slither like Sharon Stone, but like Capone I'm thrown (yo) "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that" "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that.. .. for, you wack MC's" "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that" "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that.. .. for, you wack MC's" [Nas] Lyrical, ly-lyrical mission.. Lyrical.. Yo the time is wastin, I use the mind elevation Dime sack lacin, court pen pacin Individual, lyrical math abrasion Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation We livin in, dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives A lifestyle where bad streets is patternized Wise men build and destroy While the real McCoy dopefiend, named Detroit is still dealin boy Coke suppliers actin biased Cause rumors say that niggaz wear wires and we liars But every night the gat's fired, and every day a rat's hired I still remain the mack flyest in the phat Kani, it's -- -- just the killer in me, slash drug dealer MC Ex-slug filler, semi mug peeler Demi, bottles of Mo', yo simply follow me flow Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow rough holes for cracked out pussies and buttholes Bring the G's and the D's roll, they can't touch those Why shoot the breeze about it, when you could be about it? My degrees are routed, toward the peasy haired brick houses instead of the fake medallions Rich niggaz transport in thousands Foreign cash exchange amountin to millions Doors is locked, rocks is chopped, watch the cameras in the ceilings Trick bitches catching mad feelings Peelin off in the Lex Jeep, techniques is four-wheelin I bet it be some shit when we connect with Stretch When we catch them sex niggaz with the tecs you blessed, word So now it's on, never wasted a slug, Time is money when it comes to mine, take it in blood "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that" "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that.. .. for, you wack MC's" (repeat in background to fade) Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga Yeah, yo, offical Queensbridge murderers Mobb Deep keep it real though Motherfuckin AZ yo 'Mega, 'Mega, whatever Scarlett O'Hara Yo, Fox Boogie East New York Gambo, Brownsville Wizard, Fort Rockaway Big Jersey Connecticut, D.C., Sudan V.A. ?? N.C., L.A. So on and so on... Big Ha, Houston Fifth Ward Black Ed, keep it real Moe.. |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
Fake thug no love
you get the slug cb4 gutso Your luck no I didn't know till I was drunk though You freak niggaz played out get fucked then ate out Prostitute turned bitch I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out Montana way the good f e l l a Verbal a k spray dipped attache jumped out the range Empty out the ashtray a glass of zay Make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots murder schemes 32 Shotguns regulate with my dunns 17 rocks gleam from one ring Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing There's one life one love so there can only be one King The highlights of living Vegas style roll vice in linen Antera's spinning on milleniums 20 G bets I'm winning them Threats I'm sending them lex with t v set the minimum I'll sex adrenaline Party with villians A case demi sec to chase the henny Wet any clique with the semi tech who want it Diamonds I flaunt 'em Chicken heads flock I lace 'em fried Broiled amaze 'em taste 'em place they clit way out of formation It's horizontal how I have 'em Fucking me in the benz wagon Can it be vanity from last dragon Grab gun it's on though shit is grimy Real niggaz buck in broad daylight with The broke mac it won't spray right Don't give a fuck what hear as long as the dram's lit Yo overnight thugs bug because they promised shit Hungry ass holligans stay on that piranha shit I peeped you frontin I was in the jeep Sunk in the seat tinted with heat beats bumpin Across the streat you was wildin Talkin bout how you ran the island in eighty nine Laying up playing the yard with crazy shine I cocked a baby 9 that nigga gave me mine clanked 'em What was he thinking on my corner when it pay me time Dug 'em you owe me cousin something told me plug 'em So dumb felt my leg burn then it got numb Spun around and shot one heard shots and dropped son Caught a hot one somebody take his biscuit before the cops come Then they come asking me my name what the fuck I got stitched up and went through the left hospital that same night What I got my gat back time to backtrack I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped Black was in the jeep watching all these scenes speed by It was a brown datsun and yo nobody in my hood got one That clown niggaz through blazing out his crew daily The bridge touched me up severely hear me So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours be lightin El's sippin Coors on all floors in project halls Contemplating war niggaz I was cool With before we used to score together Uptown copping the raw but a a thug changes and love changes and best friends become strangers Word up Yo to them niggaz gettin it on in the world ya know To them niggaz that locked down doing their thing Surviving know saying To my thorough niggaz New York and world wide Yo to the Queens Bridge militia 9 6 shit the firm clique illmatic nigga it was written though Been a long time comin Y'all fake niggaz trying to copy Come with to real all |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
[Nas]
Uhh.. (yeah, yeah, yeah) Q.B. since 1933 (know dat) To nine-six (nine-six motherfucker) Check the shit [Havoc] Nine-six Escobar 600 [Nas] Check the shit My mindset, son got wet, I'm vexed really They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly Why niggaz actin illy word to Will he bout to feel it I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it Them niggaz sour, they put to much flour in they coke And got the nerve to wonder WHY THEY BROKE While we was gleamin, niggaz was scheamin Seen the ill Beamers beamin Triple-beam and doublin cream, had em feenin to get they fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa Sosa, these niggaz hit the God, bring the toaster Meet me in the 'Bridge I'm bout to go loca Left my 'rat beggin me to stay and stroke her He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious wit two macs inside the Volvo, what up God, I'm still sober I need some Henn' to bend me over My nigga Hav got a soldier It's gettin down it's goin down kid (I got this, I got this) I heard he might not live, I'm holdin back tears Told these broads, to put it in gear with two females that don't smile diggin they style yo Whattup son, these niggaz done started somethin wild You know the clique well, Ramel with the gold in his grill Tried to get a name holdin the steel, I paid attention to the females Maintain bitches when it get real Sos' pulled me close and told me the deal He said both hoes'll peel, spray shots and reload and still handle the wheel, point em out smoke a Phil' then chill I layed back Escobar status, knowin The Firm got it cornered We on it, shit we was born wit Chorus: Havoc Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die In this, business and trifeness I finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die In this, business and trifeness We finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up [Nas] Hold it right there pull over That nigga right there inside the Rover I knew he'd be right here, I told ya Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova Polo pullover, big links and rockin boulders He's stuntin, after he left my man like that without a fair chance to fight back, BUT I'LL BE RIGHT BACK He never seen us, Sos' gave the mac to Venus and Vicious, lookin delicious, handle yo' bidness and step to him, shake yo' ass try to screw him Do what ya gotta do to get to him A tight parasuco, with young faces can turn niggaz Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused by the way they walked, way they talked Only if they knew these girls'd spray New York if they had to, heard him ask Venus, "Could I have you?" He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him, "Don't grab Boo" They started chattin, was only bout a minute, flat when they jumped in the back of the Jeep laughin We followed them pollyin, he thought the hoes were Somalian Probably wanted to hit the Holiday Inn I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and them We layed low about a hour or so, these bitches movin too slow We both holdin, what if them wild hoes started foldin? Sosa, said say no more, we started rollin Before we got in they must have shot him, security wildin There the girls go, hurry up we out in the 940, me Sosa and two shorties The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy Chorus 1/2 [unknown lady - not credited] Q.B.C. QueensBridge motherfucker Ropin niggaz up Cause our click is thick Another day another dollar More money, more murder Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the house |
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from Nas - It Was Written (1996)
[Nas] They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin down your prime time Food for thought or rather mind wine The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis on how we creep quick, fuckin your wife that ain't so secret It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me My gator brand is Maurry, walkin through rough land before me where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin and prayin I'm stuck Scopin they lay in the cut, weighin my luck Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages Winkin at some females cops with cocked gauges Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin you The mag inside the triple goose Face down on the floors, the routine Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin raps I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X) Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways [Nas] Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what) livin reckless, die for my necklace Crime infected, drivin a Lexus with a death wish Jettin, checkin my message on the speaker Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa CD crankin, doin ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt No seat belt, drinkin and thinkin My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin enlightment My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo Escobar the desperado - word to Cus D'Amato Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways [Nas] Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin the dough Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead Drama with the Feds, not listenin just bobbin your head Your Roley shinin, thinkin to yourself nobody's takin mine At the same time, your hoe is gettin snatched from behind Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand From all the ice, wouldn't you know - - you knew these niggaz all your life What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somehwere down the line now they had to target your Wisdom She took em to your place, straight to your safe You doubted it could happen sick of yappin Dump in your ride, headed to your side Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah) Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (mmm) Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (uh-huh) Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways (uhh) |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin What the fuck's up son? We could do this word up, we could do this Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded (repeat 2X) At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range and change the position of your brain My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that nigga, get ya wig peeled back I scalp you like the indians on horseback Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback Stunning man with brave and cunning rap Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT's It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat Put you in the figure four, break your thorax Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback My intelligence begins where yours peaks at From Fox Boogie in the see-through brasierre, to Nasty Nas here My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear Millionaire look at the sky make sure it's still there Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year Pierre Cardan back in a Dapper Dan time Now flex, angle wrecks, Foxy rock Van Klein Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick Sit back and feel the ultimate hit Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick Sit back and feel the ultimate hit |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
Diamond cut vocals carved sculptures
Gats and hosters Macks and four fifths Two plagued verocious We smoked spliffs when the drolls lit Hoes get hit Have them blow dick Blow the whole click Jeeps Tahoe Shoes be shavo talk Pharagamoe Catch a hamo Guess long like Motumbo From a land of heart rap phantom stalk ya'll While we bent a pork off a raw torch ya'll The god sports all dejour for all wear Push the Range all year Vision of war near I laid out on ya'll In money and ice That's how I'm running your wife Stay ripen at ripe Clip in your life down to pipe size Firm slice pies Couple of trife guys in tinted up white five's Whose the first to set it At time my first pathetic Nature one of The Firm Our works phonetic As seven digits First class trips for summer never is it Outlaw remain pessimistic Used to jostle in hostile environments Buying whips Cheating like fiver ricks requirements Psychics predict that I'll be dying rich Until then catch me chillin flying in a giant six On some next shit Went from humble now to hectic Reminiscing when they use to call me desperate Minor drawbacks I had to learn not to fuck with small cats In fake cadier and straw hats Sic 'em on the mix tape They think they're all that But just spread it through Never sound unreasonable son Whatever the cause I know it pleasible Fought your way in the game The wait is seasonable *We keep going on, we're gonna get this money (Take money money take take money money Take money take take money money) We just play our part, we're gonna make this money (Make money money make make money money make money money make make money) Show me the orbit Stock bonds I own corporates Rock the ???? shift Filthy rich we caught the coach smiths You must have lost sense My whole firm we walk with offense I push a Porsche bent Fuck your main bitch at your expense Laws intense hivalates Death throughout the tri-state Who lie evade a '98 Lex in wide plate Well modernized Wide body cup with foreign eyes You far behind I rock the reptiles And steal a Karl Kani's Guard your eyes Mystical movements hard to size We harmonize And to its the force that's way beyond the skies Love position parlaying duck nd truck evictions Thug intentions every few months Off this mission Its principles master my square No identical expensible I figure you wise and play it sensible *Repeat |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
TrackMasters
A yo you see that a major, tellin my flavor All types of paper, I'm doin you a favor So blaze the trees, come on baby please Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees Cause I stay in these, coop rabie bees Jitty to the fifty, to the ACG's And when I'm lazy B Let the AC breeze, explain to my dames how the gamin be So what you trippin about, in the club I be kickin em' out I get em home then I'm twistin them out If I still keep it real I be friskin them out, with my dick in they mouth Then I'm kickin them out Cause you miss the quote, cause even if this kid was broke On you I wouldn't trick to know Have me high at first like I sniff some coke But now you gotta go don't forget your coat Uh *We are the firm all stars Fuckin your bitch we don't care who you are We don't need no introduction, our music steady bumpin From the crib to the club to your cars Come fuck with us If you know about us throw your hands in the air From Teaxes to NewYork to Monclair This be the knock from Flatbush to Little Rock Even New Orleans be bout it bout it It's hot Uhhhhhhhhh I gets 7:30 for the door daddy Ain't know thing, ya'll know about the rings huh Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat Anything you tryin ta bring, been there done that See the paper stack I'm not a hater dog Ya'll still crusin lands, I'm navagatin dog Brooklyn tone Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a James Bomd crome See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it If it's broke nigga we can let Tido fix it I can't stop, I won't stop Everything hot, first week out hit the top Pretty Boy Relentless, Cop the Coop thats expensive For instanse we rollin in fleets in ten to sixes We smoke phiphers with a dime chick pullin all nighters P be Mr. Macoroni The world slick lies and pretty Tony If you never new know you know me Thats why they wanna blow me We eat caviar, shine like a movie star Firm click real thick, Nas tell em' who we are *Repeat (x2) |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
The six ease out CD laced digital readout
No doubt cop glocks from the dred fuck the weedhouse Yo elegance hate females with no intelligence Embezzelment got big boys behind the metal fence Merrill Lynch it's your life Crist alright Vince on ice sex chicks all types General status smootheness mixed with malice Trips to Dallas built a pool in my palace Who want what from more moneys I want a cut Extortin start from the corner step on us up Sixty inch screen laserdisc with the beam It's my life i'm holding the dice don't intervene I send a team to smash out your whole plans No cold hands liquid or hunger to hold grands From state bids to large cats who lace cribs It's Firm Biz, y'all know what time it is *I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz) Talking bout the Firm, that is (Firm Firm Biz) I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz) Talking bout the Firm, that is that is That is that is Firm Biz! Peep the stee, creepin with AZ B-12's crazy I ball with the firm's first lady I brawl with those who hate me Make me spray I all; hoping for the day I fall Never that though Black 4 4's for fedz Like Donnie Brascoe so peep the cappos Who mack most splash it up with lactose Pretty thug style, I blow you out slug style Bent in the Caddy Coupe me and daddy duke He schooled me on how to stand on my own two He said son it's all kinda shit you gon' go through Either you gon' make it or you gon' fall too Now we headline tours remember me I told you that the world was yours Married to the Firm laws Esco bless flows y'all know me Laced in the Sony Firm be the hottest click to blow G *Repeat My pops uesd to warn me never fall victim to the horny Keep the pussy tight stay that bitch If i'm gon' fuck lay that dick Tony get him for his chips and pray he push a six Now I got game to make the thuggish niggas scream my name Hope the panties drop only if I cop The baby blue drop gotta keep my wrist iced The baddest bitch yeah the sex is alright Lace 'em all night going to the crib Jumping out the range in the iceberg tights Yeah I know about the five and its one shut eye 360 wave spinning cat thinkin he Nas From now 'til the day we shinin keep my diamond Esco with me in the E reclining top dogs The illest duo since the Boss name was Hugo AZ Firm trio stay on the lee low *Repeat (with modifications) |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
A tale of two cities. Right here.
It's time we set it straight connect with Dre the correct way Predicting platnum in less then a day So for that we amound us while y'all lackin' hope All I do is write raps stack relax and smoke Seeing my dreams come true stayin' humble in the eyes of others Politician with the wisest brothers It's Nature one of the greatest peep how I play this Straight from the Bridge one of your kids favorites From not till the day that I'm stiff fowl flagerant pay the rent Always stay swift, stuck in my ways type shovanistic Since a youth I had a thing for big jewels Flooded rings and older bitches holding my riches In lump sums for trust funds fully recoved thugs lust to bust guns While niggas get drunk beat wifes and cuss sons A slow process called life, let's show progress Don Cortes, white rags cherry bently Cop shines from Italy speak money language fluently Never fuck with the nastiest flashiest Bought a house as big as Scarface to show my happyness Rackin' the 6 0's for those that want to get personal to home Cock the heavy metal rollin' with my stones Prominent with flashy garments spread a mill small bills Bring a smile to an ill grill Popular loved throughout the industry If they sue light a philly cause the judge has gotta Free Willy Solute with chill Remy gently escort four ladies an arm The four caesers at he club Pentleys condo sweets I'm fancy 20 floors up overlookin' ladies boomerang they panties Bump the Firm Family's latest takin' trips to Las Dregas That's how we do it Aftermath incorperated *C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon it's the motherfuckin' Frim Family ooh Yeah, I better pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming Ooh cause the way you make me feel I feel like ooh screaming I spit rhymes for the radio and spit for tours Spend doe that I never thought I'd hold before Now if you just wanna front, you know my styles tight Niggas never should of plugged up the motherfuckin' mic Sippin' Tangeray 60 inch screen when we hang with Dre I just flew in from Queens no bag and plan to stay In the heat park this Royals Royce up in the beat Seeing topless bitches rollerblading in the street While I lounge in a jacousy sky cliff blue got the whole crew Nas, AZ, Nature, Foxy there too, how we do? Hit trees Cristal bottles, breeze tropical spread love till we wobble It's time to give let the kids live comfortable Anybody pumpin' between the East and West...fuck you Make moves political hit this revenue Set examples respect every individual *Repeat |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the Firm
I can remember when I first met Sosa, it was a glorious time There were wise guys everywhere, we were around Twenty one, twenty two at the time Yeah every place we go, every party People would stop and stare when we walked in We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars just for keeping The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle Heavy bag gold, panamania changed angle Let's tangle, tabernacles Ill lukiens coming at you, fuck Parus A billion years B.C., originally black Jews Cashsews honey now roasted, let's kill the colprate He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four four bit Fuck the hoe shit, mercury back tax ?birth? for me Personally I existed when Earth was in need, indeed Human lifeform transformed from light storms, poltrons Electrons nuetrons, iced long Nights long, repltilaians I'll see ya'll in the next millenium What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the Carribean Underwater force, placed under the court of law Usually sport Warlaw, my mind stay core raw Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch Nonchalaunt, usually there are Jimmies up in the palms Play low style, Guteians change my whole profile Left the dope pile, bet the guard be around for awhile Firm Islamic, hit the croner of the Earth just like a comet See I like Esco, he knew everybody and everybody knew him He was the type of guy who routed for the bad guys in the movies But hey Die for this Firm, live for this Firm Niggas learn, never should come before your fam From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van E's upon on us, cause of warrants While we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese Travel the world like Taurus, went half with Sosa for four bricks Down in Camdon, we handlin' to D.C. Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips For loose lips, by the jungle flise Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses Take her out to the Spark's stakehouse, gentelmen style Coincidental, family's here Meet fem fatale, French connection Persian wet don, let's get this "F" on The Ebony queen, Fox you grab my left arm Dre made a QB the conton, BK and so on Family strong ???? Nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's paper What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we rise Hope for now on we never cross sides You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would ya'll hoes do? But you know, the shit kinda turned me on Black Madonna, hoes kill for they popals Never seen a bitch like this, queen misses Rock BDS's on the left wrists, trick check this Respect this, Firm's niggas lie knee deep in this bitch Wanna need bitch and have my pussy bleed, swear for 'em Fuck and take the chair for 'em, whoever dare cross us The thoughts that thoughts across a bitch's minds, pops the nine Leave 'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep this Death before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a Lace me in Gabanna, peep dat Think I'm flippin' on these three cats, Set yo clown ass right up with my down ass Bitch to hold the cash and G's, stash the guns for 'em And the icedy E Berkee, breathe the the sun for 'em Long dick style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em Pretty ass hoe, bitches fuck 'em and I dumb on 'em When Nas pop the Crist, Fox cops the fifth Make my doe up for OZ's, now hoes that's real uhhh |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
Five minutes to flush
They say they just wanna question me the interuption 4 in the morning they knocked and caught me fuckin' Throw on something mad provocative play with the top lock Buy me some time so I can hide the shit kinda quick Move the guns clip the herb They got me shook up plus my nut was disturbed Hide the chocolate pickin' up shells form off the carpet Baracaiding the door for war like a hostage It's my crib, got my name on the lease Can't explain niggas just get arrained and released But who snitched set me up, I think it's you bitch Sacrificing my life for you two kids? Truth is, I got a business to lose eyewitness news Paper tellin' bitches to move, police turned this into a zoo Mad reporters, I laugh as I'm sippin' my brew They think they caught us *4 in the morning Feds are out at the door What you gonna do? What you gonna do when they come through for you? Ooh ee ooh ee ooh ee yeah yeah yeah yeah 4 minutes left About a minute went by they knocked harder My bitch went hysterical in shock Slapped her to calm her 4-4 cocked to armor It's been a long day now I raid with jakes playin' in the hallway It's senseless, enter my crib and can't prevent this Blockin' my enterence, trying to knock it off the hindges Battering rams coming inches, my hoe was buggin' Throw a fit thowin' puttin' coke in the oven Like I'm Larry Davis the phone rang some D.A. bitch "Nature turn yourself in" I didn't say shit Knowin' in my heart I'm a stay rich It's abusing, confusing them until they lose patience Try to ease up, calm my nerves with the cheeba Hoping the door doesn't fall before the keys flush Thieves rush, plus the riot squad No surrender no retreat shit's deep but times is hard *Repeat By the time they had busted in I had touched the cash Just flushed the last hundred grams nigga subduct the math They made me either that or let them take me Still in my night clothes fake like I'm asleep Spoke to my rat heard him ask where the coke at Predicate felon hope to never go back They had survelance aware of all dealings Knew about bitches that liked to shoot and loot kept in ceilings Searching my spot behind curtains stay cursing Chief of police finally meet him in person But I just flushed the yayo what could he say do Trying to flip on me, once was on the payroll Trying to laylow he can't find what he need So instead I'm cuffed taken down for some weed But it's just for a short say, I call the Firm then emerge On the streets to return the next court day *Repeat |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
*You gonna make me fuck somebody else (I'm gonna fuck somebody)
If you keep on treating me the way you do (you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it) You gonna make me fuck somebody else If you keep on treating me the way you do (you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it) Most of these cats ain't got nothing for me, but if we talikng G's That's a different story, now don't embarass yourself Cause if you ain't pushin' what I'm tryin' to push next year You talking for ya health, nigga rock on Check where you come from, you now my stee dun Run a G and leave 'em strung with they tongue hung, niggas is bold now I puts the gold down, I ain't laughing Cats be asking can they lick my hole now, feel free Nigga eat me, treat me Ya trick, pussy clit lickin' No ass gettin' dick, first roles Niggaz is my hoes, top my doe Wanna lace me with some head after my show, bringin' dat I'm the nasty bitch that I am, make 'em lick my pearl tongue And you got to give my girls some, fuck a man Bitch got the world in her hand, just on spite Niggaz got to fuck me right *Repeat Aye yo Fox quit the PP on niggaz that is ricky Have them cats wining like Be-Be and Ce-Ce, Ill Na Na Pussy hot like a sauna, have yo dick doin' flips in my teddy by Gabanna Can yo baby's momma keep it wet like this, sex like this Nigga this is the best it gets, been around the world twice Gettin' more ice, bomb ass cock Fuck a nigga all night, for you bitch kept the pussy tight All night, nasty when I wanna Pussy you make me wonder, any eye in me Keep vibin' me, roll a nigga got the word that he coppin' threes They call him Long Dick Steve, make the pussy steamy Lips in the ass with his face thug cree, ya'll should've seen him Nigga dick mad tiny, doin' tricks like a muthafuckin' genie *Repeat Now niggaz get a nut just to watch me strut, niggas tried knockin' me up Locking me down, what clown copped me a truck But I ain't need it, he passed me da blunts but I don't get weeded Smoke the put bush, let him eat it Let's him get high then his face in my thigh, while I'm in his ride Fuck a nigga Todd, screamin' my name Cum stains on the wood grain, had a good thang But the truth is your loose lips mad me ruthless, now you sex what Jerk it, it's for certain Had him spend up, had him bent up Got the next nigga none in ya Benz truck Ain't nothing wrong with a good dick, fuck a trick Suck a dick, let no trick Nigga pass up, fuck the last nut Get a ass up uhh the next what, can a nigga do But fuck you and ya crew with down ass hoes *Repeat You gonna make me fuck somebody (you gonna make fuck somebody) You gonna make me fuck somebody (if you keep fucking up the way you do) You gonna make me fuck somebody (ohh fuck somebody) You gonna make me fuck somebody (you're gonna make me fuck somebody) |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
What?
That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that? What? That Firm shit, that Firm shit Everyday I'ma polli bout, who's the best hotty out? And will they ever let Gotti out? Am I real? Feel free to try me out Guaranteed eternally, you signin out I only bang quarters, not a thing short of than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon Bledest stone, where the place you call home? Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill Make mills and escro, decimals Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O Bracelets got all, along with gold Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts Head honcho, cat Esco Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo' Never love a ho, get my dick sucked Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up Fox get the B's, Bonnie live it up *Your love, so good You deserve some hardcore That Firm shit, that Firm shit *Repeat FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked Never love a trick, get him for his chips Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six? He actin like a bitch, he should've known this Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures Cognac is that liquor Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out Might fuck around, lay somethin down wit mad niggas out here to see that shit We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick all the way down to Hicktown, layin it down Fox be the classiest, the sassiest The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist More of the shit to hold you with Keep hatin I'ma fold your bitch Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6 Doe full of ices, black Isis Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams Take it from me, let a nigga dream Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream *Repeat (x2) It's about time I reverse that Bitches learn game, rehearse that It ain't no love, ma remember that Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back tryin to hurt that Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home watchin the kids, while you're gettin it on I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro You ain't slick enough, think I don't know Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me Did it on G-P, let you eat me Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV That Firm shit, that Firm shit **Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh That Firm shit, that Firm shit *Repeat (x3) **Repeat |
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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 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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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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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 Men In Black (멘 인 블랙) by Danny Elfman [ost] (1997)
Chorus: Honies, cash, weed, cars ghetto celebrities, 'hood movie stars gat slingers now rap singers are who we are went from Nasty to Nas to Nas to Escobar The path we all walk, starts out long it's like a boardwalk monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy happy days balancing with life's atrocities hoppin' in v's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly high up in a five realizing the price paid for this life laid in the light shade one might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives while you could catch me in a crisp white five dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on my theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrong I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts now I grown up, got it chromed up got the rap game sewn up, sho-nuff niggas acting cool, but it's really no love I feel a slow buzz, off the dutch this is everyday, every second got to make it pay, every lesson I learnt got me open while most of these rappers'll stay burnt Chorus 2x (the second time "Honies" changes to Money") With so much drama in QBC, it's kinda hard being Escobarro Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle my life is like a Donald Goines novel we wave glasses like bravo drunk niggas with mad problems, and shot pockets my niggas from the block rock this, box cocaine, cook it and chop it looking to profit, in different ways goin' through this difficult stage, called life but each year my physical's praised some fell beyond the reach of help cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach theyself when all we wanted was a piece of wealth and randomly, feed our family the streets are insanity amply, living in ths thug's fantasy richest nigga in show biz is what I plan to be heavy chain and my QB sway, living this king's life magazines write about me, in this dream it's all tight Chorus 2x (The Second time "Honies" changes to "Money") Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain iced the chain and all the followers came they tried to throw me off track, but I caught that they thought I lost that but I'm continuing to make more stacks halftime, new york state of mind, it was written was hittin' trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches sleepin on the plane, wake up when we land feelin' real scared, on the ground rollie flush, princess cuts, and large rounds the crews up, findin time to shine rocks it's real, you violate, be in a pine box if it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy I didn't make the game, the game made me records for the babies so they raised up in mansions haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep glancing Yall know the routine out this muthafucka.... word |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Spit at the world
My lyrics, I could spit at your girl Spit when I hurl, spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime Spit on my watch, make the ice shine Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out Ready to thug out at the clubhouse Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a..... I know you thought I'd be locked up Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know) Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it *Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Queens Bridge is in the house This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out **Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Collin Park is in the house They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks Too much to handle, here da man of the year Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies You can look up or down, right or left But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def ** Repeat * Repeat Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out? Which way is around? These grimy motherfucker's pointin' me out I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin' And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin' All I got as a weapon is this Hennessee bottle I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me" My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm Thought my Roley was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track Think it was this one here, bounce to that Too much Thug Passion and smokin' Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin' From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin' Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded They open the car door and toss-ed me in it My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party All night long ('til when?) Til the early morn (it don't stop) And uh (it don't quit) And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!) |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
(Nas)
Spit at the world My lyrics, I could spit at your girl Spit when I hurl, spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime Spit on my watch, make the ice shine Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out Ready to thug out at the clubhouse Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth Careful, comin' at me is like hangin' yourself at a..... I know you thought I'd be locked up Dead by now, shot up, full of lead by now Got up wit' JD doh', crazy dough Queens with the So So Def, A-T-L's best (yeah I know) Every ride up the 9-5, fly friendly skies Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it (Chorus) (Nas) Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Queens Bridge is in the house This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out (JD) Through thick and thin, from beginning to the end Never do I lose, all I do is win Cause Collin Park is in the house They call me Don Chi Chi and I turns it out (JD) I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks, get bread by the flocks Bitches love me and I'm duggy from the head to the socks Too much to handle, here da man of the year Hit rooms and light'em up like a chandelier From C-P to the Bridge, y'all know what it is Been gettin' money like this since I was a kid I'm in the corner with bitches and buckets of Cris Pourin' at the most goin'est nigga wit' shit that showin' it Now look at my ice, look at your ice, DAMN Look at my life, look at your life, DAMN See, I got niggas wantin' to drop me, top me, stop me Copy Chi to the T cause I'm nice in the 3 black same color AMG's T.V's, front and back pack with nuttin' but ladies You can look up or down, right or left But all you gon' hear and see is So So Def (Chorus, JD then Nas) Touch the whole global with cold vocals and dark words Vocal cords translate what my drunk heart slurs Chest clogged up with sparked up herb, I feel faint Tryin' to hold myself together, coulda spilt my own drink All I hear is beats bumpin', I'm seein' in doubles Last thing I need to happen is to be in a scuffle Where my dogs at? These ain't my niggas I loah Help the guard, forgot my niggas took some girls to the car Tryin' to make it through the crowd, which way is out? Which way is around? These grimy motherf**ker's pointin' me out I wish I had the drink, but then I'm too intoxed to aim and put the clip in It's like the floor's wet and every step is like I'm slippin' And yo, I can't lose a step, I feel my enemies followin' All I got is a weapon and this Hennessee bottle I'm talkin' to myself, my peoples should be stickin' with me Somebody grabbed me up, "Yo Nas, come take this picture wit' me" My ice strillon, I'm feelin' my arm Thought my Roley was gone, now I wanna swing but I'm calm Still got that, DJ musta threw on another hot track Think it was this one here, bounce to that Too much Thug Passion and smokin' Made it outside, mouth wide, vomittin', gaggin' and chokin' From behind, niggas plottin' and scopin' Everything was blurry at first, but now shit is movin' in slow motion I saw my niggas pull up, Perelli's they skidded They open the car door and toss-ed me in it My cats tried to rob me, the crowd was rowdy But one thing's for sure, So So Def know how to party (Backdrop) All night long {'til when?} Til the early morn (it don't stop) And uh (it don't quit) And uh (So So Def with the dope shit, bitch!) |
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from R. Kelly - R. (1998)
Baby now I realize
all of those times I told you I loved you I just didn't show it I'm sorry Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out I remember when you said to me don't talk about it be about it I should have felt you when you said to me that you were all alone I act like I was doin' a favor for you 'cause you were wit me Soon had me thinking that whatever happened this would be my home But I was wrong how could I have been so low I wrote a song all about it wanna hear it here we go from now on I won't talk about lovin' you 'cause I'm gonna be about lovin' you I won't talk about comin' home 'cause I'm gonna be about comin' home I won't talk about both of us 'cause I'm gonna be about both of us I won't talk about makin' sweet love 'cause I'm gonna be about makin' sweet love Now I remember when we used the crip in studia 12A Clothes and pallets on the floor makin' sweet love til day Used to say I wanna have a baby boy and call him Man But now it's all gone up in smoke and baby I don't understand All I know that is I was wrong How could I have stooped so low I wrote a song all about it wanna hear it here we go from now on I won't talk about lovin' you 'cause I'm gonna be about lovin' you I won't talk about comin' home 'cause I'm gonna be about comin' home I won't talk about both of us 'cause I'm gonna be about both of us I won't talk about makin' sweet love 'cause I'm gonna be about makin' sweet love Now all the money in the world couldn't add up to what you did 'Cause when I was down and out you took the burden off of me I never thought that when I took her out somehow it'd cause me pain I was rooming at the Drake how the hell you find my name Damn I was wrong how could I have stooped so low I wrote a song all about it Wanna hear it here we go from now on I won't talk about lovin' you 'cause I'm gonna be about lovin' you I won't talk about comin' home 'cause I'm gonna be about comin' home I won't talk about both of us 'cause I'm gonna be about both of us I won't talk about makin' sweet love 'cause I'm gonna be about makin' sweet love I won't talk about lovin' you 'Cause I'm gonna be about lovin' you Girl open up the door and let me in this house please baby I'm tired of banging on this door the neighbours say I'm loud Honey I beg of you Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out Don't put me out |
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from R. Kelly - R. (1998)
[Nas]
QB Chitown Money make the world go round Money make the world go round (What? Go money) Money makes the world go round TM Yo, for those who live the way that I live We came a long way From wiping coal outta eyelids, to rap's hottest Fake Gazelles to black Pradas Selling nicks to trey bags, to making hits like Kidada Jones' father OG's would send me to the store with a dollar Hit me with some wise advice for me to follow Ain't nothing free in the world in life No matter who you are, everybody got they price And some cost more than other's When you poor, it's like life ain't even worth living But when you rich, it's every fat ass worth hittin' With no chips, your drawers just stay on your hips I play with the six cuz money make the whole world spin But without the Franklin faces, you see who's your real friends It's V-12's, honeys on the cell, bobbin' out the JBL It's Nas and R. Kell [R. Kelly] Never thought that I'd ever live this life Money stacked in rolls, honeys on each side Anything I want, I can say it's mine No more worries 'bout how can I provide [KP] Money makes the world go round [Nas] (Nuttin' move but the money) [R ] You believe it if you want to [KP] Money makes the world go round [Nas] (Said nuttin' move but the money) [R. Kelly] Oh, many say it's wrong cuz I love to spend Ice in everything countin' Benjamins All I wanna do try, and let you know If you don't believe, ask someone who's broke [KP] Money makes the world go round [Nas] (Money makes the world go round) [R ] You believe it if you want to [KP] Money makes the world go round [R ] Yes it does [Nas] (Still nuttin' move but the money) [R ] Said money makes the world go round [Nas] (Money make the world go round, what? Still nuttin' move but the money) [R ] Nothing but the money [KP] Money makes the world go round [R ] Yes it does [R ] Feels so good, yeah, yeah [KP] So good, this life I finally live [R ] And feels so real [KP] So real this freedom I finally feel [R ] Show me the money [KP] Money makes the world go round [Nas] (Go money, go money) [R ] You believe it if you want to [KP] Money makes the world go round [Nas] (Go money, go money, yo) [R ] Said that almighty dollar [KP] Money makes the world go round [R ] Yes it does [Nas] (Still don't nuttin' move but the money) [R ] This brother's got to have it [KP] Money makes the world go round [R ] From sun up till the sun goes down [Nas] (Yeah, what?) [R ] So much money [KP] Money makes the world go round [R ] Hey, makes the world go round [KP] Money makes the world go round [KP] Money makes the world go round [R ] Show me a man that don't need money [KP] Money makes the world go around [R ] And I'll show you a world [Nas] (Show me a world) [R ] Standing still, oh [KP] Money makes the world go round [R ] Yes it does, talking 'bout the loot [KP] Money makes the world go round |
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from Harlem World - Harlem World The Movement / Clean Ver (1999)
(Mase)
Let's get it on (Carl Thomas) 1 - You made me You made me You made me the way I am today You're the reason why I live how I live 'cause you made me the way I am (Huddy Comb) First of all, I was the worst of all The first born, took my first breath, it was on And thanks to my moms, and some help from Nickie Bonds I was raised in ways of a Don, they gas me like Exxon Had me dealin' with ex cons, frontin' with they Rolex on Get sexed on a regular basis, grown women puttin' they faces In all the wrong places, molesting me, now you see why my destiny Was f**ked up 'cause my recipe But I blame my mother 'cause I can't blame no other And that's how my game was discovered My mom was a sucker, did that bullshit to my brother But no matter what, I'mma love her She gave me life, even though she got high undercover If she die, I can't find me another But look what you made me Repeat 1 (Meeno) Yeah, you made me this way, since the day I was born When you slid on that crack shit, mom be strong 'Fore long, I realized the same old song Another cat that done bounced on his kid and his spouse At the beginning, I knew my pops just had to be kidding He's coming back any day, he wouldn't leave us that way But anyway, the time got longer, my anger got stronger It's no time to wonder the money I hunger Without a blunder, I vowed to be all I could be Started running guns O.T., me and my code D. Leave from the backstreets of A-T-L to N-Y-C When the gunspot got hot, I switched to the D When the D spot got hot, I went low key Now that Harlem World spot hot, and I'm on TV I don't need no fake calls from yo' ass at all Just leave me the way you left me and watch me ball Repeat 1 (Nas) What, what, uh You the reason And I thank you, what Check it out Yo, yo, stormy night, September '73 Would you believe what my mom recieved from heaven was me? Second from me, my younger brother desperate as me We see the world alike, type of girls he likes, the girls I like The shit that make him mad, it make me hype, bug like that Share the same blood like that, grew up around thugs poppin' and shit Cardboard boxes of shit, dirt bikes But now we hoppin' whips and merc, right? Money's my birthright, my righteous birth so I floss It's up to you to look inside yourself, see what's yours Consecutive times, New Year's Eve, light off nines in the skylines Imaginary graves, poor the Henney on it Share with my dogs who's here, 'cause there's so many gone Yeah, Meeno, Ill Will, all my people Big Stretch, we'll never forget, Allah keeps you Until we meet again, through my pen y'all can speak through, uh Repeat 1 |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
*Yee-hah's and whips cracking in background*
-Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee. Nas:Mmmhmm. Damn, man. -I can't take it man. Nas:Sho' can't. -You think this is gonna eva' change? Nas:Man, damn this place, man! Damn these chains! These damn chitlins every damn night. -This cotton. Nas:Shit! -I can't take it man. Nas:Harriett done left the night befo'. It's time we go. Aint no place for black folk here. Man, promise land callin' me man. -It's callin' me too. Nas:It's time we go. -Yeah, I'm wichou! Nas:Hey man, hey damn these chains, man. Damn you master, you ain't my master, man! *Sounds of punching and bumping* Nas:You aint nothin', you aint nothin. -Hey Bandit, Bandit, get the dogs! Get the hounds, we gonna have ourselves a hangin' tonight! Nas:Nineteen-ninety-six! Back up in this nigga. The right way, though, you know? -Double-tre son, you know aint nothin' coincedental or accidental, son. Nas:No doubt! -You know how it's goin' down, man. Nas:It was all written. -No question, I'm sayin' man, I mean, how we playin' man, you know what I'm sayin', they dealt us in, son. They playin' with a fifty-four deck, you see with the Jokers in and everything, you know what I'm saying? Nas:Son, I'm playin' with the fifty-two. -You wanna stress on how I used to play, that's how I play. Nas:But, yo, they takin' us into this next millenium, right now. -I'm sayin' law, you know what I'm sayin' we gotta lay the law, cause without law aint no order, you know what I'm sayin', that's why these cats are slippin' through, you know what I'm sayin? They got the rules missin', though. Nas:True. -Yo, word up, though, you know what I mean? Nas:Son, these niggas look faker than the new hundred dollars, son. -Yeah, you see that they look Monopoly money, right? Nas:Word, with the big ass face on it. -Yo, what I'm sayin', we see through all that, though you know what I'm sayin? Nas:No question. -All eyes seein', son, you know we real. Nas:Yo, no doubt. In the Qu'ran it says Nas, the men. Nesa's the woman, know? It was written. |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
(Verse 1)
Get yours nigga Cuz Imma get mine In due time Everybody gotta shine Get yours, I spray nines I say this one time The last time, I swear to ya'll I'm from where The dope fiends is at And killas crawl And snitches call police All these niggas and street Corners everybody's like Smokin' marijuana and Snuffin' niggas in faces & startin' drama and Shootin' niggas in cold blood, just kill 'em, so what With the fo' pound go nuts Betta slow up Before you get your ass on up Nigga never gonna grow up Drinkin' the Henney But her know he gonna throw up Tryin' to make crack sales What it look like? The future for a black male Don't want to make my momma cry On a front page for a homicide Fly whips, all I wanted to drive Where chicks get blunted & ride Do 105 in the fast lane And a fast pace chasin' the papas Spendin' chips on big chains And the dimes that give brains That was a 80's and 90's thing Now I'm into big things (1st Chorus) I ain't fuck with you Now I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man Cuz now I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna rhyme wit you Cuz now I'm into big things You know I can't do that shit no more Now I'm into big things Nah, I can't fuck with you I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna stand on the corner I'm into big things Now the talk is small talk I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things (Verse 2) When I started this All I wanted was cars and cribs Like other rap artists but Do I know where I'm goin' to? Can I forget when I came from? I be showin' you Another style Imma flow for you Can I make somethin' wild I can throw for you, flow for you Make it bi-coastal Take it to heights That some of ya'll can't come close to? Some of ya'll Want to talk like hoes Worse than bitches And when ya'll niggas see me blow Bet it hurt like stitches No competition I stop and twist 'em Hit 'em like a mafia proposition I'm glad ya'll stopped and listen Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in Look up at a nigga nod Rocks are glistenin' Can't stop my mission Make anotha LP drop I'm hittin' With the new shit exclusive No time to get caught up in a crime I ain't have shit to do with Used to chase the hoes Now I chase the dough Is ya'll bitches gonna help me get paper? No! (1st Chorus) (Verse 3) I go past ya'll Ya'll got the glass jar And when I hit it, admit it Ya'll on ya'll ass ya'll We on the same team You don't wanna pass the ball Chuck and gun up the dough You want to score But you really don't want to ball I put you on It was me that introduced you to wealth Crossin' me Is like shootin' yourself Wanna blow so fast now do it yourself You ain't shit now You was so ill, why you never came out Where ya clique now Where you sit now In the back seat Mad cuz I flip styles And I pack heat Make you run laps Like a pro athlete An' I done that )From my experiences I appear relentless Take more time Just to hear my sentence Imma tell you what's real An' what could stop you from makin' a mil You could prevent this When niggas don't see eye to eye to you Lie to you Wanna get high wit you Want to eat food off of your labor And take food off your table Cuz they don't see your vision Don't understand your mission Is to make history While you here How long you plan on livin' Not for forever At least to 140 Pray for me I'm tryin' to eat Like the niggas who bought Motown on Berry Gordy Good God (2nd Chorus) Nigga I'm tired of games I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man Cuz now I'm into big things Now the talk is small talk Cuz now I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things Man we already did that Now I'm into big things No time to get sidetracked Now I'm into big things Get money now besides that Some more big things I'm into big things The big things The big things |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
When it comes to sex advice I'm the one you call
If you a virgin with blue balls or you tear down walls Not Mr. Dr. Woot call me Dr. Knockboot Not Dr. Ruth call me Dr. Knockboot A class for the youth sex ed for ya head The do's and don'ts that should happen in the bed First, don't run up in her raw cause you get burned For sure fuckin with the typical horn, because Two, rock a Rough Ryder, cause whenever you inside her your local bodega is your supplier And don't take the pussy if she fighting Cause you saw what happened to Tupac and Mike Tyson Especially if you're large some ho's are trife Get you on a rape charge have you serving your life Yo, get a yes confirmation before penetration Cause you wind up in a police station Don't get with no young bitch and hit it she PG-13 You rated R she not permited to check for ID Whenever chillin VIP with fly shorty PYT Yo, don't lie about the cars you got or who you hang with fronted on who borrowed your watch To, play the game right if ya G's tight Then you can fuck shorty the same night Don't trick when you don't have to you think you ballin you turn ya back they laffin at you You don't gotta keep it real repeating you a thug She heard you in fact, she attracted to ya man that heard you To, spend a lil dough, only if you know the bitch throws a lil somethin too bro Don't, eat the pussy the first night Nigga bless you, we call that shit gesundheit To, set the mood right, Bali with ice A couple Thug Passion will make everything right Yo, don't pop shit like you daddy-long dick when you come fast like Fed-Ex and bust too quick Do, hit the position she will find interest in Don't, hit the pussy if the shit is blisterin Hope ya listenin, turn up transisterin Hot 97 KISS FM, B-L-S with ya hand up her dress Chillin with your girl while ya thinkin bout ya ex Not too easy not too complex I break it down hotter than dress opposite sex Pop-up the questions, I can answer them best Signing off Dr. Knockboot at your request |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
[Scarface] Yo Nas.. I don't think they wanna FUCK with this Gangsta shit.. fo' sho' ("Danger.. danger..") Check it out It's on, and once again I bring niggaz the rough Fuckin with us, that get you motherfuckers touched Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports Rally Beatin up the block, leavin these motherfuckers shot They ain't ready for the Nakamici I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze Now dey a motherfuckin see me They try to breeze me, but I got niggaz in New York comin kama-kize, sparkin this shit that keep me off the heezee Jay-Hovah, he with my man came over to scoop me, blowin dukey, in the black Range Rover Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for Tell these niggaz why we here [Nas] Nuttin but the New York to Texas connection Nuttin but some real shit, what y'all expected Spaz out, some times dreamin, think I'm awoke Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me that's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain My, Houston niggaz, come through for niggaz Scarface get a call and we shootin niggaz Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business Tryin to make future figures, we two of the illest, what? Chorus: Nas You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) * 3X * I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted Any nigga can get it [Scarface] You say you got a problem? Then tell a nigga where he at So I can study his motions and peel his motherfuckin cap Where his brother go to school at? Find out some more information bout that bitch and hit a nigga right back Cause when it come down to the come down; I'ma pull the motherfuckin plug on him Walk up to his face and then gone Set a example, send these hoes a little message: They need to be more careful who they mess with, don't even stress it Leaded, I pull these capers all the time With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfuckin mind Him and whoever standin by, I'll tell these niggaz, "Let's go" And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die He fin' to die, throwin up his own blood With a slug in his motherfuckin mug I do this outta love, cause your money ain't no good here Just consider that as favor, until I need a favor Chorus [Nas] A killer code, secret untold, how we bury beef with a rose To his wake we send a wreath that explodes Beneath us sleep with the Reaper, they sleep eyes closed That's how real Brad Jordan keep it, to him I owe Five fo-fo's ready, five masks, five machetes Attack em like Freddie, then we toastin over spaghetti I share withcha drama, you share with mine That's how we killin two birds at the same time Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger with a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga Either way the heat is grave, fuck with 'Face we bring war Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life Murder for a murder, and I got you it's vice versa Chorus (A favor for a favor) * 3X * |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
[Nas]
Uhh.. regulate nigga Bravehearts nigga Live for this Some of y'all don't live at all Get yours nigga Get yours baby Uhh, yo.. yo.. As the night close down on the Earth like gray dark rings Light of cities in the nights, destination for Kings with big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista from Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S. About to shoot us for revolution; that's how you gotta move A lot of rules, some locked in solitude Curse the day of they birth confused, who's to be praised? The mighty dollar -- or almighty Allah I'm like the farmer, plantin words, people are seeds My truth is the soil; help you grow like trees May the children come in all colors, change like leaves but hold before you, one of those, prophetic MC's with blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me Each channelin, from past to present times, heaven shines light on those, innocent to how the world grows Some men become murderers, and some girls become hoes And you accounted for, everything that you heard Do not speak to fools; they scorn the wisdom of your words My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. Yo we gotta be God's children, habitats in tall buildings Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators Sinners who faithless, still there's hope, pray it's answered Dreams turned real - what's a wicked nation? One with blind men - not takin charge of the situation Empty arguments and real conversations needed The world'll need it, to hear it Evil tries to weaken my spirit - it's chronic herb This hurt come from the honest word I now try hardest to serve my maker, what I learned find it's way on the paper, so I could dictate it Articulate it, luckily - I was put on one of the ships that made it through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded to sink in the Atlantic Satan jigs the planet, not to get too religious, but who decides when and if your life is finished? If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, oh Lord may we break away from the chains abroad Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes I give you every second low-priced, if I so lies; the truth is Time waits for none of you, in fact he can't wait for the date to snatch the ground right from under you Small visions of better life if cheddar was right lurk in the mind, of young ones ahead of they time Trapped in the slums, beggin for nuttin but takin Headed for nuttin but the state pen, where they cousins be waitin Judges is not relatin to pleas, guns bustin where the kids play Richochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes in bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A. Around the way where we from Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young Life is every man's kingdom, a dyin man's past and a newborn's, first time to be here at last And shouldn't have to grow up fast, and suffer our pain Hustlin harder than the generations here before he came Goin through the same bullshit as our fathers Readin history, but who's the authors? For some the game is easy, for most of us the game is much harder But never lose faith; through the years just get smarter Ghetto prisoners.. ghetto prisoners.. Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
Escobar season has returned...
Its been a long time been a long time comin' Looks like the death of me now But you know, there's no turning back now. This is what makes me. This is what I am. Hear me, lets go) Chorus: Puffy You can hate me now (QB) But I won't stop now (Real Niggas) Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts) You can hate me now (C'mon) But I won't stop now You gonna hate me I'ma hate you too Cause I can't stop now Simple as that You can hate me now Die motherfucker die motherfucker die You can hate me nooow You don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck () Do it now, Do It now, weak, jealous motherfuckers, do it now Fuck y'all Verse 1: Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy Ice that I wear, clothes that I try Close your eyes, picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin Bitches honeys that swollen the riches, nas get in ya most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters Commentators ring side try watchin my paper almost a decade quite impressive most of the best is in the essence for this rap shit that I stand for expanding more to the big screen bill gates dreams but it seems youd rather see me in jail with state dreams want me off the scene fast but good things last like your favorite m.c. still makin' some mean cash first rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects but you still wanna hate, be my guest I suggest money is power motherfucker I got millions of thugs on salary, bitch Do it now Chorus I won't stop can't stop you gon'hate me I hate you too you can hate me now you can hate me now Do it now, I told you do it now lets go Verse 2: You wanna hate me then hate me what can I do? but keep gettin money funny I was just like you I had to hustle hard never give up until I made it now y'all sayin that's a clever nigga nothing to play with hate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol G People warn me, when you're on top there's envy took my niggas out the hood but you doubt on us sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us My bad, should I step out my shoes give 'em to you? here's my car and my house you can live in that too criticize when I flow for the streets hate my dress code Gucci this, Fendi that what you expect hoe nickname esco took this game to its threshold best flow I bet the whole U.S. know try to make it like you the realest but who the illest? think we all know the answer to that cause niggas feel this right you think I'm gonna come this far and let you niggas stop me now?) I hate you too Do it now Chorus I like this, I like the way this feels Verse 3: Its a thin line between paper and hate friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights Hell or the pearly gates I was destined to come predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs second to none, wicked turn wives to widows shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one took a little time to claim my spot chairman of the board until this game stop and I side with the Lord ride for the cause while driving, niggas shot out my doors plottin, I'm sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaw try stickin my up but I but I flipped on these ducks () Instead of me ambulances were picking them up () niggas fear what they don't understand hate what they can't conquer guess its just a theory of man became a monster, atop of the world never fallin I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin c'mon hey y'all can't see a nigga like me, never in your life) and that's what you can't understand Chorus (x2) (Do it now, do it now) (do it now, do it now) (c'mon) (Hate me now, hate me now) (C'mon niggas, c'mon niggas) (do it now, get the shit over with) (it ain't gonna ever stop niggas) |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
Chorus: repeat 2X I wanna talk to the mayor, the governor, the motherfuckin president I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin congressman [Nas] Step up to the White House let me in Whats my reason for being I'm ya next to kin And we built this motherfucker You wanna kill me because my hunger? Mr. America young black niggaz want ya I wanna talk to the man understand Understand this motherfuckin G-pack in my hand Look what happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman Twelve shots up in her dome, damn Niggaz thought we slept but the architect sent The Pentagon's from Egypt, government secret The 99 to 2-G computer shutdown, what now Extension on Earth, human cutdown Niggaz play with PlayStations, they build a spacestations On Mars plottin civilizations Dissin us discriminatin different racisis Tax payers pay for more jail for black latin faces Chorus [Nas] I'm just a black man why y'all made it so hard damn Niggaz gotta go create their own job Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard Mr. Governor imagine if it was your kids that starved Imagine your kids gotta sling crack to survive Swing a mack to be live cart ack to get high It's the ghetto life yea I celebrate it I live it And all I got is what you left me with I'ma get it Now y'all combinin all the countries we goin do the same Combine all the cliques to make one gang It ain't all about a black and white thing it's to make the change, citizens of a higher plane Chorus [Nas] What y'all waitin for the world to blow up Before you hear this rewind this 4 minutes before we timeless Let y'all niggas bang my shit before ? is The Nastradamus tell us what time it is They try to buy us with doe Fake black leaders of puppets always talking bout the city budget The news got it all confused lyin to the public They eyes watchin stay wise move above it Water floods predicted hurricanes twisters Its all signs of the Armageddon three sixes People reverse the system politics verse religion Holy war muslim verse christians Niggaz in high places they don't have the balls for this People in power sit back and watch them slaughter us Mr. President I assume it was negligence The streets upside down, I'm here to represent this Chorus 2X [Nas] Can I talk to you Mr. President Niggaz tryin to get with the computers We ain't John Henry Banging down machines and shit Part of establishment That's what we are steppin up for This shit is real Total Package in this nigga LES in this nigga Ill Will nigga Mr. President wanna keep us from establishment Niggaz are american baby American Made |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
Picture us married you and me k-i-s-s-i-n-g
I remember the first time girl you and me f-u-c-k-i-n-g Repeat She was the modern ices honey dog she was priceless Perfect definition what a wife is I like this Showed me how exciting life is I used to hang around dudes that used icepics shiestlist put you on their heistliest How we met it must have been fate first date crushed grape we ate lobster and steak She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid She said she want to have a family raised kids someday Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day I can get with that I drop you off home I called you hit me back i wanna dig that did I? I did that Put it way up where her ribs at her future kids had You held out for two weeks longer than these hoodrats You precious more precious than lost treasure Matter of fact im kinda hoping we can stay together Chorus 2X I see you dressed up in white face covered in vail do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throw on rice its the day your father give you away To a real man I gently put the ring on your hand Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to Now look me in my eyes and say i do driving off in the Rolls Royce just married on the plates We can spend our honneymoon in the states You can throw your friend a bouquet something in the back of my head say For us two maybe cuz I love you Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you As long as we are together its heaven for meto please you Won't stop until I tell you to beautiful deeper and harder love laying new with you Running my fingers thru your hair its not days that go by While Im witch you that I won't even care Chorus 2X You been with young dudes old guys hindus papas colombians who cut pies But none of them can touch Nas Thug ones for those soft the baby shit She been with hoodlums and those who act crazy shit until one day she decided to flip it was nothing I can do about it Like she the boss and shit started talking this divorcin' shit I gave her my half rib half my crib half my cake Half my car half my kid can't get that tried to swing on a god had to dip that Yo pushed her on the bed lifted her leg Had to ripp that all she wanted was rough sex with her slick ass Had to sit back smoke a blunt and just look With her fine ass body and a damn good cook For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too You my queen god bless you Chorus 2X |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
[Nas] Yo ill will, ruff ryders what what, sraight like that You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer Gangsta or buster, youngster or old nigga A weed head, a coke sniffer You rich or a broke nigga Know you all relate to this shit that i wrote niggas Lots of my mans trapped up in a max Penatentary, sending me letters i answer back That eventually, we all be bentley'ed out Throwing campaigns, fuck it I'm running for White House My niggas control Senate, pipe seats jeeps tinted Mad Lewinsky chicks, some kinky shit Did dirt now I knew it would come back one day So I'm on point, scrap, prepare for gunplay Stared at one face, thought it was beef he looked familiar Ready to blast ,nigga gave me daps said I feel ya Can't believe how my life changed From the hood, the first time in my life I can say i did the right thing Chorus: 4x Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it(uh) [DMX] uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Everyday shit, around the way shit got me stressed (what) So i keep on the vest in case a nigga wanna test (uh) I got no time for games cause I'm all grown up You wanna joke nigga? laugh when you get blown up (come on) See how funny it is when your kids aint got no father Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real) Shit is hectic so respect it for your health (what) Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself (come on) Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shit Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night Now what? (what) realize that you ain't got shit (uh) Not long ago you was the man on some hot shit So just peep the flow yo, cause you already in this Make sure your shit is right kid and handle your business (uh huh) Chorus [Nas] Make history before you go Fuck the misery, you po we gettin doe Except the ?dollars? other reasons why I'm living yo (why?) Time is viable Low and behold the young, black, and powerful Got to eat yo, everyday my daughters feet grow You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow Payin doctors when I'm born, a preacher when I'm buried That's why cash is needed for my kids to inherit Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a b'ness (business) If you catch a bad deal, watch your life deminish Deals made by God and the Devil, and we in it Pawns in the game, can't complain or say shit Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best prepare for the worse, no fears no nothing on earth No tears if I'm dumped in a hearse, I won't be the first Nor the last nigga, let's get this cash nigga Chorus |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
kissing)
I love you so much, dont never leave me, I wont let you leave The ho turned me out, green eyes, had a crush on her Since 5 years old, met her, fell in love wit her I saved that ho cause she bring more hoes She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold Heart-broken she walked right out of mad nigga's life So when I bagged her up right, I had to make her my wife And I aint gonna loose her like those other lames did I keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me lobster and scallions Watching her pile on my bed, her body feel stacked She been around for years, know the hustlers, pimps, and macks Bankers and diplomats She the scratch on my back Her c.r.e.a.m. I lust, now I got her I dont know how to act When she not around, Im heated, bout' to lay somethin' flat Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped **Chorus** My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, love her cause she keep a nigga rich Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, Yeah yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I cant be rich All the fun we have together, I keep you in my pocket Its so much of you I share you, and speak to you in private You got me karats on my wrist Im a savage for your kiss Embarrassed when Im not with you, Im off guard Niggas always expect to see us 2 together, stable The best couple they seen since Trump and Marla Maple Dont need no pre-nup, Cause when we hump we do it up, make sure we both will bust a doller sign nut Before I got to know, my life I say was mediocre Break of day, slingin' all night long, fienin' to stroke ya Seeing niggas wit' you I wasn't happy Wanted to stick them up to get you, heard you calling for daddy And gladly I take you as my lawfully wedded wife Never divorce me, I promise to treat you right Keep you satisfied, never lie help you grow My legal tender, lovely federal reserve note **Chorus** My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, love her cause she keep a nigga rich Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, Yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I cant be rich I wont sell my soul to you What do I owe to you My cars, my house, my flow to you Screw you Before you Real niggas said I was cool, now I got you The envy me cause I'm wit you You floss too much Turn niggas out, one touch For you, my guns bust You always said in GOD we trust Its hard enough to keep counting on you You cheat wit' government thugs, got the IRS pounding on you I think I like'd you better when you where illegal But you had to get professional Musical Now when we fuck we use profalactic, hard plastic Stick you in ATM's, limited cash quick Said you'd give me luxuary, when I asked it Fucking me, I gave you back shots in ya ASSets Promised happiness, but really did nothing for me I guess bitches like you just grow on trees **Chorus** My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, love her cause she keep a nigga rich Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, Yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I cant be rich My money, money, money Ohhh money you my honey My money, money, money Ohhh money you my honey My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch My money, money, money, yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I cant be rich Check it out! Funny Jokes Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting: Rating: 3.5 22 votes Rate this song! Nas! Vote for Nas! Other songs by Nas |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
[Nas]
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born Same time my man is murderedm the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain My plateau, and also, what defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane? That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough To the big dogs livin large, takin it light Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . . NAS, NAS Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X) "Nas is like life or death.. my rep.." "My poetry's deep, I never fell.." "Nas is like.. half man half amazing.." "No doubt.." [Nas] "Nas is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas "Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type Before the Christ, after the death The last one left, let my cash invest in stock Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros Bet my nine spit for the pesos But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my number's called, history's made Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is Chorus [Nas] "Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet I'm like beef, bustin heat through your windows I'm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would cry for I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money Corporate accounts from a rich company I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races combined in one man; like the '99 summer jam Bulletproof Hummer man I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam' I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night Now.. Chorus |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
<i>[Nas]</i>
See no evil.. fear no evil.. speak no evil.. hear no evil.. If you don't bring that shit around you You ain't got nuttin to worry about (uh-huh) Yeah (yeah, uh-huh) Knah-saying? Yo, yo yo yo Carolyn, from Maryland, she Lady Heroin She elegant -- her apparel in the M-Class caravan Ki's of dope, loving cats to ski in her throat She fuck killers in her condo, her Benz and her boat Her iced throat, ass is curvy, 40 years old She passin for 30, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's Madison Ave., shoppin when she not, coppin bricks of that shit She hoppin on dicks, riding Pony's who trick At my man's wake, she said the eulogy After that I usually, bumped into her shoppin for jewelry Her bodyguard screwing me, I gave her my math Ain't nothing new to me, blowing backs out, six-pack Stout's Wide fat mouth, the evil look, with a bow-leg Yo niggas said, "Shorty's a pro, she blow heads She push the for' red, she know Feds, Feds know her" A code red, maybe she's out to slay me, this bitch is crazy She blew the celly up, meet me at the telly to fuck She knew about, cats from way back, we smoke the haystack She never cough once, blunts was her hobby She said I knew her man probably, no doubt, not since he tried to rob me I jetted though, sometimes you never know He snorted all her work, now she need me, to do her dirty work It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") Nigga you reap what you sew What goes around, comes around If you sleep you don't know A very small world ("It's a.. small world..") where beef could never end At the time you least expect it I'm gonna see you again It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow Yo it's a small world Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..") Snook from Redhook was grimy, did five years, glad to be home from Attica known, for keeping chrome calibers Smooth like a Wallaby shoe, he's out to get it Five years planning to blow, soon as he hit the bri-dicks Had a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low Played the crib for a month, and deaded his P.O. Started robbin niggaz til he caught a whole kilo He had a bunch of starving niggaz he owe, he never paid though Got large, sign on his door, "Don't knock hard" Laying with his bitch, niggaz is rich, is what he told her Played the block, holding cracks inside the baby stroller Here come his crazy soldier, six shots it's over A year went past, Snook went flossing fast His old man had crossed his ass, for the laws of this fast cash It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") Nigga reap what you sew What goes around, comes around If you sleep you don't know A very small world ("It's a.. small world..") where beef could never end At the time you least expect it I'm gonna see you again nigga It's a small world, no doubt ("It's a.. small world..") You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow It's a small world Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..") I seen death, seen thugs cry, it's bugged why we let the slugs fly, enter your brain, through your skull Another thug died, pitchin your soul, into that infinite black hole, where many souls go cause of a fo'-fo' blast Snook was one of em, so many more Even that Fendi whore, got niggaz hit up yeah let that Henny pour Carolyn, paid-up bitch, made bitch, stay rich Heard her bodyguard took Snook to God Carolyn when she needed him, he took the job He was close to her, ever since she took him inside When his moms died, dopefiend OD-ed, eighty-five He went crazy, stuck up banks, to stay alive He was live - do niggaz even know the things that he tried Robbed armored trucks - incidents where po-lice died He stayed in lower Eastside, peace God (peace God) He staring at me hard Two of his mans with him, I got to hit em I'm reaching for my Roscoe, cocked it back on, and get my blast on At the gas station, bunch of Arabs racing out the way, as my Torah spray, jump in the whip Hit the highway, you know how I say, the game that I play It's real tendencies, when you feel your enemies but can't figure out whose who, keep it true Shit is cool now -- put the tools down? Never Cause everyday is on, Levin this life, out for this cheddar It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") Nigga you reap what you sew What goes around, comes around If you sleep you won't know A very small world ("It's a.. small world..") where beef, never ends At the time you least expect it I'm gonna see you again It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow It's a small world Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..") ("I'm going to see you again.. Uh-huh.. I'm going to see you again.. nigga.. Uh-huh.. going to see you again nigga.. yeah..") |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
[Nas] Uh.. Pacino life, G a roll, casino dice at the Mirage, Vegas strip, neon lights Gamblers, puffin cigars, couples and stars Flashin cameras, dealers, shufflin cards Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob I never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five cause shells comin back at us while we jump in the ride Flyin, duckin, our bitches in the club cluckin Tellin my wife who I was dancin with like I was fuckin Flew back, Monday evening from the bottom where the sun was beamin to the concrete jungle of cement Limousine's from LaGuardia airport, sleepin Told my dogs peace, kept in movin, I was beat when got to my crib, where the hell my keys went? Ringin the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around yo to the back, she must be inside and can't hear Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin her hair I walked in through the back door entrance Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses and lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands Somethin swingin on the ceilin fan, I stopped it Swingin slower and slower.. On the last swing I saw it was a G-string and heard laughin Thought about my nine-side Glock but somethin made me disregard it Started my way up to where the noise and music was at Froze, I couldn't react Bedroom door opened a crack, seen wifey layin with some nigga mumblin shit, he had one hand on her ass and she was rubbin his dick, toastin wine glasses Cherry scented candles was lit, couldn't handle the shit Searchin for words I found none, without a sound I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun Now I'm out buggin, whylin, what I'm gon do? Call my man Horse, meet me outside, I'm comin through {Nas singing} I thought you loved me I thought you cared for me I thought you needed me Did you believe in me? * repeat 2X * [Nas] Got up with Horse, showed a look on my face was mad lost I ain't know whether to cry or just, try to laugh it off "Son you home early -- they wiped you out that quick?" I said, "Nah," showed him the plastic with nine in the clip Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway I said, "Bet you'll never guess in a million years what I just saw happenin -- and probably still is Snuck in my crib - some nigga fuckin my wiz I saw dem, they ain't see me, I ducked and I slid I'ma grab shorty, I need you to grab the nigga for me" Just when I thought I found love, she shitted on me Shopped in Vegas, a present, for our engagement 20 G's on a ring I would have hit her today with My surprise couldn't match the one she had for me We pulled up, he was walkin out the house backwardly Parked in the back of my house, they couldn't see us Ran to the side of my house, cocked the heater Walked to the front when I talked he had junk Bitch tried to slam the door shut, got caught in Horse foot Shot the Spanish kid in the rib, drug him in Grabbed her face, say goodbye to your undercover friend One between the eye, she's died, by mistake Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face Heard somebody knock -- Horse helped me hide the bodies Heard si-rens, I guess we goin out we out like kamikazes We surrounded, red lights flashin, who's inside? Came out a bullhorn, I'm contemplatin suicide Horse asked me for the Mac, he gave me dap, one love Cocked the strap, then he ran out the back Mad shots couldn't tell what was goin on Sat on the floor near my dead girl, put her in my arms Pulled her ring out my pocket I was savin Put it on her ring finger cocked the glock, and started prayin to Muhammad and Allah, the most beneficial through you, all things are possible, I know you're listenin I never meant for this to happen, I never dreamed this'd be my fate, such a grotesque, murder scene On that note, same time, the cops busted in Kissed my lady, her blood on my lips, I said "Amen" Put the nine to my head, pulled the hammer, held her close Squeeze the toast, said to her, "Now unto God, we elope" .. we elope .. ** cop says "stupid fucking niggers" as he walks in ** |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
[R. Kelly] Still somehow I believe We always survive, Oh why... [Nas] To my doggs Wherever you are Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You in Gods hands now Keep a place for me, kid Ain't nothing changed Still partyin' bullshit We used to fuck r & b bitches and see who rhymes sickest For every hit you made More rappers afraid to come out Machine gun funk, From Queens I came through to smoke blunts You came to my hood We was broke I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke? Still on the block around fiends Numb from coke, I guess so Cause now with paper, shit is still ghetto But fuck it black You livin' your life though your loved ones Peace to your daughter and your newborn son It used to be fun Making records to see your response But now competition is none now that you're gone And these niggaz is wrong using your name in vain And they claim to be New York's king It ain't about that Its more serious I plan to toast it up with you Joke with you Happy we on top, the most Official Ain't to many real ones out there I feel some but doubt they're Capable to take it where you took it to I missed you're weight Not cause I'm fake Cause I hate to see somebody so great in that wake I woulda stayed so long with so much to say I had to put it in writin' To keep me and Brooklyn from fightin' Tellin' me to pay my respects and move to the side But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by You can't kill nothin' thats ready to die You was like God to us In the form of Allah [Chorus- Nas & R. Kelly] Still somehow I believe We always survive, Oh why... Still we will survive No matter what My people just stay alive Still we will survive No matter what (Thug Life baby) My people just stay alive [Nas] Dear Pac Every thug sheds a teardrop And use to teeth to bite off beer tops And pour out a lil' liquor You was more than the wildest nigga 2Pacalypse, I understand your style nigga Its goin' on the 3rd year Since you've been gone On the East and West Coast the same shit is goin' on The industry be talkin' Offendin' me often They don't beleive you dead Wanna see you in your coffin I pray late Shootouts and court dates All eyes on you Niggaz in your face Invadin' your space You asked if I could trade in your place How would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up? How did you know through your rhymes it was your time to go? You predicted it in every line All in your flow There could never be peace I have to quote Can't believe I heard my name on the relaest shit you ever wrote We had words Cause the best supposed to clash at the top But kept it brotherly When we seen each other and stopped In NYC, at MTV People watched We was both deep After you left, I got no sleep Think about how us real niggaz would be If we united, a nation of thugs who could fight it You was caught in a wild homicide Or were you crucified like the son of God? Or Lucifer lied? Make the world think young blacks should be extinct But Thug Life'll never die We stay high and just link Will there ever be another MC as nice? Will you return to us like the resurrection of Christ? Chorus [Nas] I wonder what the Commodores went through on tour? Did Smokey Robinson have to shoot his way outta war? What has Al Green seen that made him religious? Was it the drugs? Put a end to the music business of soul Should I put out the indo right now and write down a plan And pursue my dream Turn my life around Cause I'm bound for the movie screen Cuties'll scream I'll need a exit Uzi riding through my own hood of Queens It be the ones you always knew That want it on Tellin' everybody it was him you fronted on Though we walked a million miles and was just 20 Not used to walking in the path of legit money I thought I made it but we only took baby steps Up the success ladder where they pay me checks To my clicks when I got it I said "Baby bless" That was the 80's, but now look at this crazy mess We in the 90's and finally its lookin good Hip-hop took it to billions, I knew we would Alot of ups and downs in the game Could lose or gain a couple pounds tryin' to maintain One day you here, the next you not When you around niggaz check 'em out Some is 'bout out Most individuals plots'll run the spots Some choose to stay to theyselves While others have no cares and stay in jail More than 50% of us Ending up with holes through the chest, through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killas Who become rich as dope dealers Nothing left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments Thug coaches with subs sitting on the bench Either that or rap We want the fast way outta this trap Whether it be 9 to 5 or slangin' crack To my deceased Gods wishin' I could bring ya back But life is a dream and you taught me that Chorus |
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from Nas - I Am... [Clean Version] (1999)
[Nas] + (Timbaland) (What?) Ever been in love? (C'mon) Yeah.. are you ready? (uhh) For somethin real? (Say what?) Cause it can't be fake This ain't no game (C'mon) You gotta be wit me, for real (uh-huh) cause it's real out here (uh-huh) So make up your mind, cause I ain't got no time Y'know? (C'mon) [Nas] I'm the most wanted baby fathe, save the drama We toast when I wine and dine ya -- all you need is me I won't stress you but bless you Mentally and sexual, we both intellectual Can't forget how I met you; you thought I was a boxer -- Prince Nasim but I'm the mobster -- Nas from Queens And when I gotcha - you ridin with me You keep askin, "When do you have time for me?" I'm never free always on the move, bidness oriented Lifestyle expensive, attract women You wanna search my pockets, and act all wild Say I hurt your heart - ask how could I smile? Wanna call back all my numbers - star 6-9 me Check my car for rubbers, but quit tryin before you find what you lookin for and get to cryin You always sayin what you gon' do if you catch me lyin Chorus One: Aaliyah + (Timbaland) + [Nas] You won't see me tonight [Yeah right] (Say what? Say what?) You won't see me tomorrow [uh-huh] (uh-huh) I'll be gone by daylight [Doubt that] (What?) And you'll be so full of sorrow [Yeah right] You'll go tell all your friends [That's right] (Say what?) how you called and I follow [They know it] But you won't see me tonight [You don't believe that] No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] Caramel kisses of Jezebel's sister I feel no guilt when I twist ya Turn the other cheek when I see the next freak witcha You got your name on his lease, copy his key That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig peice Go 'head and live baby, I know you his lady You page me, when you got the day free but I be out with my peeps in them system jeeps You wanna lay up in the sheets of presidential suites like I'll massage you while you massage me, mami But can you hang with a young man who's doin his thang? Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump Baggy sweatsuits, mystery what's underneath them They for my eyes only, you call me when you lonely but I like to make the baddest girls wait, I got G baby Interlude: Nas and Aaliyah ['Yah] Call you on a Monday (Nas) I'll call you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Tuesday (Nas) My cell is off baby ['Yah] Call you on a Wednesday (Nas) I'm out of town baby ['Yah] You won't be back til Thursday (Nas) I'll page you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Monday (Nas) I'll call you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Tuesday (Nas) I'm out of town baby ['Yah] Call you on a Wednesday (Nas) My cell is off baby ['Yah] You won't be back til Thursday (Nas) I'll call you back baby Chorus Two: Aaliyah + (Timbaland) You won't see me tonight (Say what?) You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?) I'll be gone by daylight And you'll be so full of sorrow You'll go tell all your friends (What what?) how you called and I follow (Say what?) But you won't see me tonight No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] Thinking of me you gettin the chills Like a rush through your body when you think how it feels Give me a call and my voice give you butterflies in your tummy Tell your friends you in love with Nas not his money And I'll prove I'm a man of my word - handed you furs Iceberg - everything on this planet Earth a woman desires You make a good wife to most men I know I got you open; but -- you just my close friend Get it baby? Chorus Three: Aaliyah + (Timbaland) + [Nas] You won't see me tonight (uh-huh) You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?) I'll be gone by daylight [Dayyyy-light] And you'll be so full of sorrow [.. Word?] You'll go tell all your friends [Tell your friends what?] (Say what?) how you called and I follow [Uhh, uhh] But you won't see me tonight [Not tonight baby] No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] + (Aaliyah) The God, The God, The God, Nasir (You won't see me tonight) The Queen, The Queen, The Queen, Aaliyah (You won't see me tomorrow) Nah nah (I'll be gone by daylight) (And you'll be so full of sorrow) Uhh uhh (You'll go tell all your friends) Tell your friends (how you called and I followed) How you followed me (But you won't see me tonight) Not tonight baby (No you won't see me tomorrow) C'mon, c'mon c'mon Tomorrow, what? Daylight, ghost [Timbaland] + (Aaliyah) Say what, say what? Yo (You won't see me tonight) You won't see Timbaland tonight baby Ohhh, or Nas Esco', check it Let it ride Let it ride |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
*Yee-hah's and whips cracking in background*
-Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee. Nas:Mmmhmm. Damn, man. -I can't take it man. Nas:Sho' can't. -You think this is gonna eva' change? Nas:Man, damn this place, man! Damn these chains! These damn chitlins every damn night. -This cotton. Nas:Shit! -I can't take it man. Nas:Harriett done left the night befo'. It's time we go. Aint no place for black folk here. Man, promise land callin' me man. -It's callin' me too. Nas:It's time we go. -Yeah, I'm wichou! Nas:Hey man, hey damn these chains, man. Damn you master, you ain't my master, man! *Sounds of punching and bumping* Nas:You aint nothin', you aint nothin. -Hey Bandit, Bandit, get the dogs! Get the hounds, we gonna have ourselves a hangin' tonight! Nas:Nineteen-ninety-six! Back up in this nigga. The right way, though, you know? -Double-tre son, you know aint nothin' coincedental or accidental, son. Nas:No doubt! -You know how it's goin' down, man. Nas:It was all written. -No question, I'm sayin' man, I mean, how we playin' man, you know what I'm sayin', they dealt us in, son. They playin' with a fifty-four deck, you see with the Jokers in and everything, you know what I'm saying? Nas:Son, I'm playin' with the fifty-two. -You wanna stress on how I used to play, that's how I play. Nas:But, yo, they takin' us into this next millenium, right now. -I'm sayin' law, you know what I'm sayin' we gotta lay the law, cause without law aint no order, you know what I'm sayin', that's why these cats are slippin' through, you know what I'm sayin? They got the rules missin', though. Nas:True. -Yo, word up, though, you know what I mean? Nas:Son, these niggas look faker than the new hundred dollars, son. -Yeah, you see that they look Monopoly money, right? Nas:Word, with the big ass face on it. -Yo, what I'm sayin', we see through all that, though you know what I'm sayin? Nas:No question. -All eyes seein', son, you know we real. Nas:Yo, no doubt. In the Qu'ran it says Nas, the men. Nesa's the woman, know? It was written. |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
(Verse 1)
Get yours nigga Cuz Imma get mine In due time Everybody gotta shine Get yours, I spray nines I say this one time The last time, I swear to ya'll I'm from where The dope fiends is at And killas crawl And snitches call police All these niggas and street Corners everybody's like Smokin' marijuana and Snuffin' niggas in faces & startin' drama and Shootin' niggas in cold blood, just kill 'em, so what With the fo' pound go nuts Betta slow up Before you get your ass on up Nigga never gonna grow up Drinkin' the Henney But her know he gonna throw up Tryin' to make crack sales What it look like? The future for a black male Don't want to make my momma cry On a front page for a homicide Fly whips, all I wanted to drive Where chicks get blunted & ride Do 105 in the fast lane And a fast pace chasin' the papas Spendin' chips on big chains And the dimes that give brains That was a 80's and 90's thing Now I'm into big things (1st Chorus) I ain't fuck with you Now I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man Cuz now I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna rhyme wit you Cuz now I'm into big things You know I can't do that shit no more Now I'm into big things Nah, I can't fuck with you I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna stand on the corner I'm into big things Now the talk is small talk I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things (Verse 2) When I started this All I wanted was cars and cribs Like other rap artists but Do I know where I'm goin' to? Can I forget when I came from? I be showin' you Another style Imma flow for you Can I make somethin' wild I can throw for you, flow for you Make it bi-coastal Take it to heights That some of ya'll can't come close to? Some of ya'll Want to talk like hoes Worse than bitches And when ya'll niggas see me blow Bet it hurt like stitches No competition I stop and twist 'em Hit 'em like a mafia proposition I'm glad ya'll stopped and listen Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in Look up at a nigga nod Rocks are glistenin' Can't stop my mission Make anotha LP drop I'm hittin' With the new shit exclusive No time to get caught up in a crime I ain't have shit to do with Used to chase the hoes Now I chase the dough Is ya'll bitches gonna help me get paper? No! (1st Chorus) (Verse 3) I go past ya'll Ya'll got the glass jar And when I hit it, admit it Ya'll on ya'll ass ya'll We on the same team You don't wanna pass the ball Chuck and gun up the dough You want to score But you really don't want to ball I put you on It was me that introduced you to wealth Crossin' me Is like shootin' yourself Wanna blow so fast now do it yourself You ain't shit now You was so ill, why you never came out Where ya clique now Where you sit now In the back seat Mad cuz I flip styles And I pack heat Make you run laps Like a pro athlete An' I done that )From my experiences I appear relentless Take more time Just to hear my sentence Imma tell you what's real An' what could stop you from makin' a mil You could prevent this When niggas don't see eye to eye to you Lie to you Wanna get high wit you Want to eat food off of your labor And take food off your table Cuz they don't see your vision Don't understand your mission Is to make history While you here How long you plan on livin' Not for forever At least to 140 Pray for me I'm tryin' to eat Like the niggas who bought Motown on Berry Gordy Good God (2nd Chorus) Nigga I'm tired of games I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man Cuz now I'm into big things Now the talk is small talk Cuz now I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things Man we already did that Now I'm into big things No time to get sidetracked Now I'm into big things Get money now besides that Some more big things I'm into big things The big things The big things |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
Hell yeah
Check it check it check, check check Yo, when it come to sex advice, I'm the one to call if you a virgin with blue balls or you tear down walls Not Dr. Ruth, call me Dr. Knockboot Pimped out hats, rock fashionable suits A class for the youth, Sex Ed for your head The do's and don'ts, that should happen in the bed First, DON'T: run up in her raw cause you get burned for sure, fuckin with the typical whore, because DO: rock a Rough Ryder, whenever you inside her Your local bodega is your supplier And DON'T: take the pussy, if she fightin Cause you saw what happened to Tupac and Mike Tyson 'Specially if you large, some hoes is trife Get you on a rape charge, have you servin your life Yo, DO: get a yes confirmation before penetration You wind up in a police station DON'T: get with no young bitch and hit it She PG-13, you rated R, she not permitted DO: check for ID, whenever chillin V.I.P. with fly shorty P.Y.T. Yo, DON'T: lie about the cars you got or who you hang with, frontin when you borrowed your watch Yo, DO: play your game right, if the G's tight then you can fuck shorty the same night Yo, DON'T: trick when you don't have to You think you ballin? You turn your back they laffin at you You don't gotta keep repeatin you a thug, she heard you In fact, she attracted to your man that herbed you DO: spend a lil' dough, only if you know the bitch gross a lil' somethin too bro DON'T: eat the pussy the first night Maker her bless you, we call that shit gesundheit DO: set the mood right, Bailey's with ice A cup of Thug Passion'll make everything right Yo, DON'T: pop shit like you Daddy Longdick when you come fast like Fed-Ex and bust too quick DO: hit positions she will find interest in DON'T: hit the pussy if that shit's blisterin Hope you're listenin, turn up your transisterin Hot 97, KISS-FM or B-L-S, with your hand up her dress Chillin with your girl while you thinkin bout ya ex Not too easy not too complex I break it down, how to adress, the opposite sex Problems or questions, I can answer them best Signin off Dr. Knockboot at your request, peace Rest havens Fuck y'all bitches Y'all niggaz get y'all shit tight Dr. Knockboot gotta come take y'all bitches from ya! AIGHT?! We out! |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
Yo Nas..
I don't think they wanna FUCK with this Gangsta shit.. fo' sho' ("Danger.. danger..") Check it out It's on, and once again I bring niggaz the rough Fuckin with us, that get you motherfuckers touched Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports Rally Beatin up the block, leavin these motherfuckers shot They ain't ready for the Nakamici I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze Now dey a motherfuckin see me They try to breeze me, but I got niggaz in New York comin kama-kize, sparkin this shit that keep me off the heezee Jay-Hovah, he with my man came over to scoop me, blowin dukey, in the black Range Rover Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for Tell these niggaz why we here Nuttin but the New York to Texas connection Nuttin but some real shit, what y'all expected Spaz out, some times dreamin, think I'm awoke Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me that's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain My, Houston niggaz, come through for niggaz Scarface get a call and we shootin niggaz Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business Tryin to make future figures, we two of the illest, what? *You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) (x3) I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted Any nigga can get it You say you got a problem? Then tell a nigga where he at So I can study his motions and peel his motherfuckin cap Where his brother go to school at? Find out some more information bout that bitch and hit a nigga right back Cause when it come down to the come down; I'ma pull the motherfuckin plug on him Walk up to his face and then gone Set a example, send these hoes a little message: They need to be more careful who they mess with, don't even stress it Leaded, I pull these capers all the time With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfuckin mind Him and whoever standin by, I'll tell these niggaz, "Let's go" And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die He fin' to die, throwin up his own blood With a slug in his motherfuckin mug I do this outta love, cause your money ain't no good here Just consider that as favor, until I need a favor *Repeat A killer code, secret untold, how we bury beef with a rose To his wake we send a wreath that explodes Beneath us sleep with the Reaper, they sleep eyes closed That's how real Brad Jordan keep it, to him I owe Five fo-fo's ready, five masks, five machetes Attack em like Freddie, then we toastin over spaghetti I share withcha drama, you share with mine That's how we killin two birds at the same time Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger with a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga Either way the heat is grave, fuck with 'Face we bring war Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life Murder for a murder, and I got you it's vice versa *Repeat (A favor for a favor) (x3) |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
Uhh.. regulate nigga
Bravehearts nigga Live for this Some of y'all don't live at all Get yours nigga Get yours baby Uhh, yo.. yo.. As the night close down on the Earth like gray dark rings Light of cities in the nights, destination for Kings with big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista from Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S. About to shoot us for revolution; that's how you gotta move A lot of rules, some locked in solitude Curse the day of they birth confused, who's to be praised? The mighty dollar -- or almighty Allah I'm like the farmer, plantin words, people are seeds My truth is the soil; help you grow like trees May the children come in all colors, change like leaves but hold before you, one of those, prophetic MC's with blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me Each channelin, from past to present times, heaven shines light on those, innocent to how the world grows Some men become murderers, and some girls become hoes And you accounted for, everything that you heard Do not speak to fools; they scorn the wisdom of your words My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. Yo we gotta be God's children, habitats in tall buildings Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators Sinners who faithless, still there's hope, pray it's answered Dreams turned real - what's a wicked nation? One with blind men - not takin charge of the situation Empty arguments and real conversations needed The world'll need it, to hear it Evil tries to weaken my spirit - it's chronic herb This hurt come from the honest word I now try hardest to serve my maker, what I learned find it's way on the paper, so I could dictate it Articulate it, luckily - I was put on one of the ships that made it through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded to sink in the Atlantic Satan jigs the planet, not to get too religious, but who decides when and if your life is finished? If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, oh Lord may we break away from the chains abroad Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes I give you every second low-priced, if I so lies; the truth is Time waits for none of you, in fact he can't wait for the date to snatch the ground right from under you Small visions of better life if cheddar was right lurk in the mind, of young ones ahead of they time Trapped in the slums, beggin for nuttin but takin Headed for nuttin but the state pen, where they cousins be waitin Judges is not relatin to pleas, guns bustin where the kids play Richochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes in bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A. Around the way where we from Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young Life is every man's kingdom, a dyin man's past and a newborn's, first time to be here at last And shouldn't have to grow up fast, and suffer our pain Hustlin harder than the generations here before he came Goin through the same bullshit as our fathers Readin history, but who's the authors? For some the game is easy, for most of us the game is much harder But never lose faith; through the years just get smarter Ghetto prisoners.. ghetto prisoners.. Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
Escobar season has returned...
Its been a long time been a long time comin' Looks like the death of me now But you know, there's no turning back now. This is what makes me. This is what I am. Hear me, lets go) Chorus: Puffy You can hate me now (QB) But I won't stop now (Real Niggas) Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts) You can hate me now (C'mon) But I won't stop now You gonna hate me I'ma hate you too Cause I can't stop now Simple as that You can hate me now Die motherfucker die motherfucker die You can hate me nooow You don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck () Do it now, Do It now, weak, jealous motherfuckers, do it now Fuck y'all Verse 1: Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy Ice that I wear, clothes that I try Close your eyes, picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin Bitches honeys that swollen the riches, nas get in ya most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters Commentators ring side try watchin my paper almost a decade quite impressive most of the best is in the essence for this rap shit that I stand for expanding more to the big screen bill gates dreams but it seems youd rather see me in jail with state dreams want me off the scene fast but good things last like your favorite m.c. still makin' some mean cash first rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects but you still wanna hate, be my guest I suggest money is power motherfucker I got millions of thugs on salary, bitch Do it now Chorus I won't stop can't stop you gon'hate me I hate you too you can hate me now you can hate me now Do it now, I told you do it now lets go Verse 2: You wanna hate me then hate me what can I do? but keep gettin money funny I was just like you I had to hustle hard never give up until I made it now y'all sayin that's a clever nigga nothing to play with hate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol G People warn me, when you're on top there's envy took my niggas out the hood but you doubt on us sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us My bad, should I step out my shoes give 'em to you? here's my car and my house you can live in that too criticize when I flow for the streets hate my dress code Gucci this, Fendi that what you expect hoe nickname esco took this game to its threshold best flow I bet the whole U.S. know try to make it like you the realest but who the illest? think we all know the answer to that cause niggas feel this right you think I'm gonna come this far and let you niggas stop me now?) I hate you too Do it now Chorus I like this, I like the way this feels Verse 3: Its a thin line between paper and hate friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights Hell or the pearly gates I was destined to come predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs second to none, wicked turn wives to widows shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one took a little time to claim my spot chairman of the board until this game stop and I side with the Lord ride for the cause while driving, niggas shot out my doors plottin, I'm sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaw try stickin my up but I but I flipped on these ducks () Instead of me ambulances were picking them up () niggas fear what they don't understand hate what they can't conquer guess its just a theory of man became a monster, atop of the world never fallin I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin c'mon hey y'all can't see a nigga like me, never in your life) and that's what you can't understand Chorus (x2) (Do it now, do it now) (do it now, do it now) (c'mon) (Hate me now, hate me now) (C'mon niggas, c'mon niggas) (do it now, get the shit over with) (it ain't gonna ever stop niggas) |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
*I wanna talk to the mayor, the governor, the motherfuckin president
I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin congressman *Repeat Step up to the White House let me in Whats my reason for being I'm ya next to kin And we built this motherfucker You wanna kill me because my hunger? Mr. America young black niggaz want ya I wanna talk to the man understand Understand this motherfuckin G-pack in my hand Look what happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman Twelve shots up in her dome, damn Niggaz thought we slept but the architect sent The Pentagon's from Egypt, government secret The 99 to 2-G computer shutdown, what now Extension on Earth, human cutdown Niggaz play with PlayStations, they build a spacestations On Mars plottin civilizations Dissin us discriminatin different racisis Tax payers pay for more jail for black latin faces *Repeat I'm just a black man why y'all made it so hard damn Niggaz gotta go create their own job Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard Mr. Governor imagine if it was your kids that starved Imagine your kids gotta sling crack to survive Swing a mack to be live cart ack to get high It's the ghetto life yea I celebrate it I live it And all I got is what you left me with I'ma get it Now y'all combinin all the countries we goin do the same Combine all the cliques to make one gang It ain't all about a black and white thing it's to make the change, citizens of a higher plane *Repeat What y'all waitin for the world to blow up Before you hear this rewind this 4 minutes before we timeless Let y'all niggas bang my shit before ? is The Nastradamus tell us what time it is They try to buy us with doe Fake black leaders of puppets always talking bout the city budget The news got it all confused lyin to the public They eyes watchin stay wise move above it Water floods predicted hurricanes twisters Its all signs of the Armageddon three sixes People reverse the system politics verse religion Holy war muslim verse christians Niggaz in high places they don't have the balls for this People in power sit back and watch them slaughter us Mr. President I assume it was negligence The streets upside down, I'm here to represent this *Repeat (x2) Can I talk to you Mr. President Niggaz tryin to get with the computers We ain't John Henry Banging down machines and shit Part of establishment That's what we are steppin up for This shit is real Total Package in this nigga LES in this nigga Ill Will nigga Mr. President wanna keep us from establishment Niggaz are american baby American Made |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
*Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this Showed me how excitin life is I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks The sheistiest, put you on they heist list How we met it must have been fate First date, crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid She said she want to have a family raise kids someday Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day I can get with that I drop you off home I call you hit me back I wanna dig that and did I? I did that Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids had You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats You precious more precious than lost treasure Matter of fact I'm kinda hopin we can stay together *Repeat I see you dressed up in white face covered in vail Do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwin rice And it's the day that your father give you away to a real man that gently put the ring on your hand Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to Now, look me in my eyes and say I do Drivin off in the Rolls Royce just married on the plates We can spend our honeymoon in the states You can throw your friend the bouquet Somethin in the back of my head say For us two, maybe cuz I love you Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you As long as we together it's heaven for me to please you Won't stop til I tell you me to beautiful Deeper and harder love layin new with you Runnin my fingers through your hair it's like days can go by while I'm wit you and I won't even care, word *Repeat She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, pa-pi's Colombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas Thug ones to those soft as baby shit She been with hoodlums and those who had crazy chips Til one day she decided to flip It was nuttin I can do about it, like she the boss and shit Started talkin this divorcin shit I gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake Half my car, half my kids? Can't get that Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that Yo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip that All she wanted was rough sex, with her slick ass Had to sit back, smoke a blunt and just look With her fine-ass body and a damn good cook For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too You my queen God bless you *Repeat (x2) |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
Yo ill will, ruff ryders
what what, sraight like that You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer Gangsta or buster, youngster or old nigga A weed head, a coke sniffer You rich or a broke nigga Know you all relate to this shit that i wrote niggas Lots of my mans trapped up in a max Penatentary, sending me letters i answer back That eventually, we all be bentley'ed out Throwing campaigns, fuck it I'm running for White House My niggas control Senate, pipe seats jeeps tinted Mad Lewinsky chicks, some kinky shit Did dirt now I knew it would come back one day So I'm on point, scrap, prepare for gunplay Stared at one face, thought it was beef he looked familiar Ready to blast ,nigga gave me daps said I feel ya Can't believe how my life changed From the hood, the first time in my life I can say i did the right thing *Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it(uh) *Repeat (x3) uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Everyday shit, around the way shit got me stressed (what) So i keep on the vest in case a nigga wanna test (uh) I got no time for games cause I'm all grown up You wanna joke nigga? laugh when you get blown up (come on) See how funny it is when your kids aint got no father Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real) Shit is hectic so respect it for your health (what) Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself (come on) Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shit Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night Now what? (what) realize that you ain't got shit (uh) Not long ago you was the man on some hot shit So just peep the flow yo, cause you already in this Make sure your shit is right kid and handle your business (uh huh) *Repeat Make history before you go Fuck the misery, you po we gettin doe Except the ?dollars? other reasons why I'm living yo (why?) Time is viable Low and behold the young, black, and powerful Got to eat yo, everyday my daughters feet grow You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow Payin doctors when I'm born, a preacher when I'm buried That's why cash is needed for my kids to inherit Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a b'ness (business) If you catch a bad deal, watch your life deminish Deals made by God and the Devil, and we in it Pawns in the game, can't complain or say shit Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best prepare for the worse, no fears no nothing on earth No tears if I'm dumped in a hearse, I won't be the first Nor the last nigga, let's get this cash nigga *Repeat |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
kissing)
I love you so much, dont never leave me, I wont let you leave The ho turned me out, green eyes, had a crush on her Since 5 years old, met her, fell in love wit her I saved that ho cause she bring more hoes She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold Heart-broken she walked right out of mad nigga's life So when I bagged her up right, I had to make her my wife And I aint gonna loose her like those other lames did I keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me lobster and scallions Watching her pile on my bed, her body feel stacked She been around for years, know the hustlers, pimps, and macks Bankers and diplomats She the scratch on my back Her c.r.e.a.m. I lust, now I got her I dont know how to act When she not around, Im heated, bout' to lay somethin' flat Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped **Chorus** My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, love her cause she keep a nigga rich Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, Yeah yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I cant be rich All the fun we have together, I keep you in my pocket Its so much of you I share you, and speak to you in private You got me karats on my wrist Im a savage for your kiss Embarrassed when Im not with you, Im off guard Niggas always expect to see us 2 together, stable The best couple they seen since Trump and Marla Maple Dont need no pre-nup, Cause when we hump we do it up, make sure we both will bust a doller sign nut Before I got to know, my life I say was mediocre Break of day, slingin' all night long, fienin' to stroke ya Seeing niggas wit' you I wasn't happy Wanted to stick them up to get you, heard you calling for daddy And gladly I take you as my lawfully wedded wife Never divorce me, I promise to treat you right Keep you satisfied, never lie help you grow My legal tender, lovely federal reserve note **Chorus** My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, love her cause she keep a nigga rich Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, Yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I cant be rich I wont sell my soul to you What do I owe to you My cars, my house, my flow to you Screw you Before you Real niggas said I was cool, now I got you The envy me cause I'm wit you You floss too much Turn niggas out, one touch For you, my guns bust You always said in GOD we trust Its hard enough to keep counting on you You cheat wit' government thugs, got the IRS pounding on you I think I like'd you better when you where illegal But you had to get professional Musical Now when we fuck we use profalactic, hard plastic Stick you in ATM's, limited cash quick Said you'd give me luxuary, when I asked it Fucking me, I gave you back shots in ya ASSets Promised happiness, but really did nothing for me I guess bitches like you just grow on trees **Chorus** My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, love her cause she keep a nigga rich Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, Yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I cant be rich My money, money, money Ohhh money you my honey My money, money, money Ohhh money you my honey My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch My money, money, money, yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I cant be rich Check it out! Funny Jokes Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting: Rating: 3.5 22 votes Rate this song! Nas! Vote for Nas! Other songs by Nas |
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from Nas - I Am...The Autobiography (1999)
Uhh
Yo, yo-yo, y'all Whattup? Whattup It's time man (Word, it's time?) Straight up, it's time man Aight, set that shit off (Set it off then nigga, set it off) Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin stitches in they head stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart? Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men Niggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare with dead eyes -- tired of riots, shit is quiet Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick The sixth one's parole flipped five niggaz, went to fo'quick when he went O.T, college life, converted into gangbangin Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shit Fake shit -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin clown All I got left in the end is two of my best friends And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT? New York, New York ("New York state of mind") New York, New York ("New York state of mind") You heard about it, you see about it You read about it, it's in your papers It's in your daily news ("Get money!") New York chronicles, every day The crime rate, the murder rate The money rate, the paper chase, youknowhatImean? New York state of mind baby, check it out I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knot New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along All the ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue Young thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations Bitches and niggaz both on parole or probation Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead Cause I ain't playin, niggaz'll run up in here and shoot up this shit Stick yo' ass up, niggaz'll find the loot in your kicks Bunch of triple-cross niggaz, just New York niggaz Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin with you Some of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for years Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers That ain't gangsta, niggaz is up North with tatted tears Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid Faggot-ass niggaz that be scared to do they bids Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live Got your quiet niggaz, that relocated down South comin back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T's runnin round quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to score but it's hard to get the shit off Niggaz fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell Niggaz, mad cause they ain't get a piece of that sale Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors Go to any hood that's live and make it liver A lot of niggaz scheamin, some real, some niggaz frontin But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin New York, New York New York, New York |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2002-12-31
Subject : Nas - God's Son (Columbia,2002)
