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Hohol-sadistДата: Среда, 08 Сентября 2010, 01:48 | Сообщение # 26
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Текст песни: Neva Change

Intro:
[F]=friend  [AZ]=AZ

[F] - Yo A what's goin on?
[AZ] - Yo yo, what up baby boy?
[F] - Ohhhhh
[AZ] - Hahaha
[F] - What's the deal my nigga?
[AZ] - Look at you, uh huh, lookin like money
[F] - You know what it is
[AZ] - Yeah
[F] - You know what it is
[AZ] - Yeah
[F] - It's been 2 or 3 years, right?
[AZ] - I know, I been a minute right?
[F] - I know man, listen here
[AZ] - It's all good tho, you know I'm maintaining
[F] - You lookin good though baby boy
[AZ] - I mean whatever, lets get it poppin
[F] - Alright, well I'm with you, gimme ur number
[AZ] - No doubt, no doubt
[F] - Here go my number right here

[Verse 1]
You know the happenings, homies just yapping and
Hand shaking, laughing, and exchanging all they math again
You usually lose touch when you traveling
A few dudes bruise up in the batteling
Parked on Madison across from the Radison
We talked about the taddling some niggaz did in Maryland
Plus discussed, no homicides unraveling
I asked was he dabbling he laughed and said he managing
His Cardi frames was as clear as a camera lens
He hardly changed, I was near in comparison
We joked about how police choked him out
And he claimed as far as fame I had enough to bust in Operas mouth
In other words, I was up in clout
And from the curb I need to pull a Larry Bird fore I'm up and out
Without a sound, snatch my Guinness off the ground
Rose up, gave him a pound and told him, Homie, hold it down

[Chorus]
You know the game insane in the brain
Big thangs in the Range, real niggaz never change
And though we homies and we no longer hang
You know you know me and that love still remains
So thru the fame, thru the fire and the flames
I adapt to the pain, real niggaz do the same
And though we homies and we no longer hang
You know you know me and that love still remains

[Verse 2]
It was Tuesday when I saw him, figured Friday I could call him
Woke up early Wednesday morning, flew a chick in from New Orleans
She ain't that average bitch who be dogging for dick
You know them chicks that get you sick when they keep calling
Up in Nostrum's for a fresh pair of the Force 'em
Of course with footwear I be that first nigga that sport 'em
Caught 'em, before the salesmens even had time to assort 'em
Bought 'em, before any celeb stylist eva saw 'em
Warm soon as I copped 'em in the spot playing possum
Debating my destination, lacing, weighing my options
Celly started rocking, I anwsered, What's poppin'?
They anwsered and said, They shot him, now the hood got a problem
I had to swallow, reaching out for my water bottle
Tryin to figure what nigga, why and by who, then
Before you know it, the other voice told it
It was homie from the old click I just seemed to spoke with

Oh shit, this can't be serious, that's my word, pssssh

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
It's Doe or Die, we survive till we slain
And it's no surprise, homie was prolly high when they came
I know the guy, he was fly, him and I was the same
A Gemini, with a status symbolized as his name
Godly trained, he could camoflague on any terrain
Cardi frames, we go back like bottles and James
It's a shame cuz they say his baby mom is to blame
But nonchalantly I refrained cuz it constantly changed
From close range, somebody please slowly explain
If they just wanted some jewels why didn't they go for the chain?
If they just wanted some news they coulda left him in his Hanes
But no, they just left a nigga breathless and banged

[Chorus] - 3X

 
Hohol-sadistДата: Среда, 08 Сентября 2010, 01:48 | Сообщение # 27
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Текст песни: Приговор

                   Em
ПРИПЕВ:Ночью как вор я покину детства город
Am
Мне откроется простор
H
Леденящий душу холод
C
Приговор
H
Приговор

Em
Полустанки полужалки
Am
Снег не снег
А дождь не дождь
H
И пожалуй без закалки
             Em
Что тут что не разберешь

Человеки человечки
Прут дорогой столбовой
Их маршрут звездно-млечный
Путь от дома по кривой

ПРИПЕВ.

Но расстреляны не дважды
Как за правду так и ложь
Я пойму скорей однажды
Моросящий мелкий дождь

И свинцовистое дуло
Скорострельных площадей
И я пойму как это больно
Без друзей
Без друзей

ПРИПЕВ.

 
Hohol-sadistДата: Среда, 08 Сентября 2010, 01:52 | Сообщение # 28
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Текст песни: Never Change

[Intro:]
[friend:] Yo A what's goin on?
[AZ:] Yo yo, what up baby boy?
[friend:] Ohhhhh
[AZ:] Hahaha
[friend:] What's the deal my nigga?
[AZ:] Look at you, uh huh, lookin like money
[friend:] You know what it is
[AZ:] Yeah
[friend:] You know what it is
[AZ:] Yeah
[friend:] It's been 2 or 3 years, right?
[AZ:] I know, I been a minute right?
[friend:] I know man, listen here
[AZ:] It's all good tho, you know I'm maintaining
[friend:] You lookin good though baby boy
[AZ:] I mean whatever, lets get it poppin
[friend:] Alright, well I'm with you, gimme ur number
[AZ:] No doubt, no doubt
[friend:] Here go my number right here
[Verse 1]
You know the happenings, homies just yapping and
Hand shaking, laughing, and exchanging all they math again
You usually lose touch when you traveling
A few dudes bruise up in the batteling
Parked on Madison across from the Radison
We talked about the taddling some niggaz did in Maryland
Plus discussed, no homicides unraveling
I asked was he dabbling he laughed and said he managing
His Cardi frames was as clear as a camera lens
He hardly changed, I was near in comparison
We joked about how police choked him out
And he claimed as far as fame I had enough to bust in Operas mouth
In other words, I was up in clout
And from the curb I need to pull a Larry Bird fore I'm up and out
Without a sound, snatch my Guinness off the ground
Rose up, gave him a pound and told him, Homie, hold it down
[Chorus]
You know the game insane in the brain
Big thangs in the Range, real niggaz never change
And though we homies and we no longer hang
You know you know me and that love still remains
So thru the fame, thru the fire and the flames
I adapt to the pain, real niggaz do the same
And though we homies and we no longer hang
You know you know me and that love still remains
[Verse 2]
It was Tuesday when I saw him, figured Friday I could call him
Woke up early Wednesday morning, flew a chick in from New Orleans
She ain't that average bitch who be dogging for dick
You know them chicks that get you sick when they keep calling
Up in Nostrum's for a fresh pair of the Force 'em
Of course with footwear I be that first nigga that sport 'em
Caught 'em, before the salesmens even had time to assort 'em
Bought 'em, before any celeb stylist eva saw 'em
Warm soon as I copped 'em in the spot playing possum
Debating my destination, lacing, weighing my options
Celly started rocking, I anwsered, What's poppin'?
They anwsered and said, They shot him, now the hood got a problem
I had to swallow, reaching out for my water bottle
Tryin to figure what nigga, why and by who, then
Before you know it, the other voice told it
It was homie from the old click I just seemed to spoke with
Oh shit, this can't be serious, that's my word, pssssh
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It's Doe or Die, we survive till we slain
And it's no surprise, homie was prolly high when they came
I know the guy, he was fly, him and I was the same
A Gemini, with a status symbolized as his name
Godly trained, he could camoflague on any terrain
Cardi frames, we go back like bottles and James
It's a shame cuz they say his baby mom is to blame
But nonchalantly I refrained cuz it constantly changed
From close range, somebody please slowly explain
If they just wanted some jewels why didn't they go for the chain?
If they just wanted some news they coulda left him in his Hanes
But no, they just left a nigga breathless and banged
[Chorus x3]

 
Hohol-sadistДата: Среда, 08 Сентября 2010, 01:52 | Сообщение # 29
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Текст песни: Продавец Воздушных Комнат

Am    C       Am      C
Я продаю воздушные комнаты
Я окропляю воздушные стены
Если у вас уже судьбы сломаны
Или достали чужие проблемы
Припев: Dm            Am Fm
        Вот вам стеночка
                   Am     Dm
        В комнате девочка
        Ножкой болтает
        О ручку кровати
        Ножку и ручку
                     Em  
         Пожалуйста нате
Я убегаю от страшных налогов
Я меня самого признаться достало
А среди глыб и снежных сугробов
Комнат построить можно немало
Припев:
Есть конец и у сказки для взрослых
Девочка станет быть может принцессой
И средь жильуов порою несносных
Время накатит каменным прессом
Припев:

 
Hohol-sadistДата: Среда, 08 Сентября 2010, 01:57 | Сообщение # 30
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Текст песни: New Life

{Singer}
Birds flyin' high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Reeds driftin' on by you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me, yes
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
AZ:
Play the game for my people stay in charge of your dreams
Keep your vision focused, get wise, and largen your cream
Marketin' schemes, so many in the dark that's unseen
Caught inbetween, perhaps rap was a fortunate thing
Forced to be keen, from hustlin', supportin' them fiends
Bustin' guns, I had no remorse as a teen
Rockin' birth stones, my first, get bent nurse the dome
It hurts to zone, now I realize I'm on this Earth alone
Time ticks, devilish minds design tricks, leave you blind quick
Cause you to die behind shit, Math-e-matic
Master one twenty, I'm Asiatic
Amazed with magic, cuz it's illusions that made me savage
Life change once you establish the right game
Love the night rain, found a new way to fight pain
Clocks never stop, It's all a race to the top
Tryin' to freeze time, that's why I ice the face of my watch

 
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Текст песни: Собаки Луны

  Em(H)             C     Em(H)        F#   G
1.Все что осталось тебе-выпить бутылку портвейна
   Сядь закури сигарету-пепел развей по земле

     C#m      A        H
Пр:Собаки галдят на луну
     До драки в собачьем кругу
    За мясо-глотку тебе
    Нет часа любви на земле

2. Все что осталось тебе-выйти на улицу голым
   Видишь смеются уроды-они не способны уже

Пр:

 
Hohol-sadistДата: Среда, 08 Сентября 2010, 02:04 | Сообщение # 32
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Текст песни: New Life (Album Intro)

[Singer]
Birds flyin' high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Reeds driftin' on by you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me, yes
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
[AZ:]
Play the game for my people stay in charge of your dreams
Keep your vision focused, get wise, and largen your cream
Marketin' schemes, so many in the dark that's unseen
Caught inbetween, perhaps rap was a fortunate thing
Forced to be keen, from hustlin', supportin' them fiends
Bustin' guns, I had no remorse as a teen
Rockin' birth stones, my first, get bent nurse the dome
It hurts to zone, now I realize I'm on this Earth alone
Time ticks, devilish minds design tricks, leave you blind quick
Cause you to die behind shit, Math-e-matic
Master one twenty, I'm Asiatic
Amazed with magic, cuz it's illusions that made me savage
Life change once you establish the right game
Love the night rain, found a new way to fight pain
Clocks never stop, It's all a race to the top
Tryin' to freeze time, that's why I ice the face of my watch

 
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Текст песни: Сон Излечает От Болезни

Em                              Hm
Я брожу в своей квартире , как в огромном сартире .
Em                   Hm
Ползаю по стенке : я один в этом мире ,
Em                   Hm
Прячусь в ванной от теледиктатора ,
Em                Hm
Рекламодателя и узурпатора .
   припев:
Em                  Hm
Сон излечает от болезни ,
D                      G     H
Во сне ты становишься самим собой ,
Em                   Hm
Во сне так путаються мысли ,
D                   G         H
Во сне ты летаешь , во сне ты герой.  

 
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Текст песни: Once Again

How can I be torn from the pages of history? huh?
How can my name scraped off the pyramid walls
when I sat with Pharoahs and Kings?
You think you know, but you have no idea

This track's here it's like a breath of fresh air
That shaved thru sunrays families suffer on Sundays
Had to run astray, pack up and run away
Fountain of youth, found it, feel like da younger A
Make sure my son okay, shit, that's the da mission
College tuition, hope he get accepted to Princeton
If not got his bail for prison
I know the pressures of the oppressor It's hell living
Feel like I'm Mel Gibson, killing 'em kindly finally
Niggas untied me mami, love the punani, but I
Can't make you my Boni never, made for the cold weather
Hatas y'all know better, how can I fold? I was told to hold it together
Listen, no intermissions, I am, so in position, like, Ali and Liston
Who could? box me to distance, try me
Now the police call to give orders to creep on ya
I master the street corners relax in the feet sauna and
Fuck if y'all don't like I'm here and I'm shown niceness
Appear in my own likeness, I zone as my own phychic

Flow if a niggas holding my clothing'll get you open
I'm toasting in bitches posting approaching wit mixed emotions
And ready like military I'm varied like Ben and Jerry's
Comparing me to him is scary I'm leery as cemeteries
And losing is not inside me stay moving from paparazzi
I'm proving the angels got me, I'm cool but my game is cocky
And money can never make me, my guns they don't come wit safeties
I hung wit the ones that's crazy I come from the front of Macy's
Shopping and dropping eighties show stopping wit proper ladies
I'm hearing a lot of maybe's but nigga it's hot as AZ

Ha ha ha
Eyo it's a wrap baby, we got 'em right now, going platinum man, 202k
Brooklyn Stand up!

 
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Текст песни: Paradise (Life)

This is life [echo x2]
But it's paradise for me.
From the cradles to the stiff coffin, legit fortune
I lean for them corner fiends, crip-walking
Wedding-bells I'm out of that shell of slick talking
Honeymoon, deep scuba diving, kissing the dolphins
I lived though, I quit flossing, I forgive though this shit's costing
At the crib with the kids often, coasting
Ski-boating on the beach ocean
Hoping them old closed cases never re-open
Moving, y'all minor leagues, I'm like speed motion
Muscles thru my white tee's woken, he's holding
Hypnotic, spit shit you sit and vibe wit, melodic
I mental escape thru all the garbage
This is life [echo x4]
One in a million, I'm strong young and appealing
Was born son a villain, put on in front of my building
Peeping how the street structure decease brothers
Critique, but I was placed here to reach others
Incomplete, stand feet from the deep cover
Eternal sleep, I wonder if the Beast love us
The frail weaken, the stronger be in jail eating
The average male will make it home if the bail's decent
I inhale frequent, it alleviate great, to be a part of the game
Can't be a day late to be a part of the same
Need a g' a day take, five if you live, slide mines on the side
This is life [echo x4]
Mics, money and music my life's for you to view it
I stand militant, my stripes came from the sewage
Interrogation lights, spend nights up in the cubics
Fistfights, I'm nice like Earl Huvick
Harmonizing, narration is traumatizing
Here since '94, it's still kinda surprising
I touched topics, safe-boxes, unlocked it
Complete zone keep my tone on one octave
Owe nothing, won't ask to hold nothing
Clean behind the scene, but control buttons
Brought it back for the essence that got watered in rap
'Cuz I'm a aura I bring more to track

 
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Текст песни: Phone Tap

[nas] yo this esco, who this?

[az]
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

[nas]
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

[az]
That’s some ill shit, hear that bitch go with her click

[nas]
Yo dunn,
I’ll hit you right back cause the static is thick

[spanish speaker -> words unknown]

Chorus: dr. dre

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

[az]
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

[nas]
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

[nature]
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

[nas]
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

Chorus

[az]
Yo it’s all good
I’ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, word

[nas]
Stay on point - don’t even use the phone
Just come to my crib yo, word up

[az]
Out

 
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Текст песни: Pieces Of A (Black) Man

CHORUS: [AZ]
Pieces of a black man (uh huh)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo (taboo)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Bustin')
Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel (yeah) trapped on savage land it's like taboo
(yeah)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Bustin')
Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
AZ:
Yo when times get trifle
I'm subjected to street survival
See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles
Livin' holy, but currency seem to control me
Movin' coldly, in the presence of old parolies
My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie
Police know me, but ain't got enough to hold me (yeah)
I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels
A form of teachin', from the streets never taught in school (uh huh)
You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools
Solitude certifies all moves
So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave. (Yeah)
Absorbin' fast, learnin' from niggas I lost in the past (Yo)
It's poison plays in these foul days
Housin' cops & they foul ways, and walkin' through a wild maze
Holdin' my brain, tryin' to maintain
Sleet, snow, or rain, I guees the game'll never change
CHORUS: [AZ]
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo (taboo)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Yeah)
Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
AZ:
Since the genesis, paraphanalia circle my premisis
Poor images, project life drained my innocence (Uh huh)
It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed
My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church (uh huh)
She prayed for peace, hopin' I'm saved before she lay deciest
To say the least, the warden's to wise to play the streets
I know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope (yeah)
& though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat
Amongst the frozen hearted, some bentin', some departed
Inhalin' chocolate, tracin' back to where it started
The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce & tres
The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth & days
& though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still
All aroudn real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville
I know the ledge, meditatin', holdin' my head
Eyes red, it's Doe Or Die till I'm dead
CHORUS: [AZ]
Pieces of a black man (black, uh huh)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (What)
Some servin' state bids cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man (yeah, travelin' C'mon)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time (buck, buck) so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
AZ:
I played all positions, plus learned from each mission
Politic, wit all teyp niggas wit different diction
I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up
Buggin' off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up
But time flyin', playin' these corners'll let it slide by
Puffin' lye, homicide, coke supplies dry
So play the game, other slow up change the lane
Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain
It's a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures
They tricked us, got us trapped in takin' pictures
Interogatin', locatin', destination'
Estimatin', or play a part of them investigatin'
It's on goin', from them killers, to them broads hoin'
Unknowin' first time fellons on trial blowin'
So burn your clips
And sit back, learn your shit
The last of these real reps left turned legit
CHORUS: [AZ]
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel (yeah), trapped on savage land
it's like taboo (taboo)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (bustin')
Some servin' state bids (what, what) cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man (black man)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land (thoughts travel)
it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
(buck, buck, buck, buck)
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel (travel) trapped on savage land, it's like taboo
(taboo baby)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man

 
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Текст песни: Platinum Bars

[Verse 1: AZ]
What y'all know about real cashin' and topless Jags
Doing 80 on the Ave. goin' on the cop some hash
Stash box, no more air bags, just pop the dash
Got them things with the sling hammer to cop them bath
Slouch down in the bucket seats, real discreet
Ice grillin', like fuck it I'm too real to speak, so suck it in
Denim down with the Chuck and Timbs
Fitted cap, so y'all can get it that I'm hustlin'
I'm a Mr. Queen Mohanin', Kurt Cobain
So if you thinkin' too hard, you gon' hurt your brain
From snortin', my feelings is as cold as my chain
AZ, it's the angels that chose my name
For the return, it's the second coming, left my woman
Had to recoup from all the stress and reckless runnin'
See the beats don't stop, when the heat don't pop
All it means is that I'm low 'til I see and drop
It's on...

 
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Текст песни: Problems

[Chorus]
I had some problems
And no one could seem to solve them
But you found the answer
Told me to take this chance

[AZ - speaking over Chorus]
Yeah, now dig
You got, rich niggaz right
They do what they wanna do
Heh, and you got
Broke niggaz, you heard?
They do what they gotta do
Now ask yourself, which one are you?
Ha, fall back

[Verse 1 - AZ]
Soakin in Remy, sittin back smokin a twenty
Shit is scabby, the hustlin is so in me
Never show envy, got a style I maxed
I'm like po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that
Unseen when I'm low, but still right in your face
I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my waist
From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats
Just imagine how I'm movin if we had any beef
Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty
Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin past me
Duckin the NARCs, born bustin Dutches apart
Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you fuck it it fart
Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow
Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below
Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's deep
I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat

[Chorus]

[AZ - speaking over Chorus]
You know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now

[Verse 2 -  AZ]
But it seems, y'all would rather
See me hit than, see my rich
Get bagged over some bullshit and see me snitch
Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me sick like
I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick
I did dirt through my days but hid my work
Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt
Sweep the next, been knowin since my feet got wet
From the best turned vet learned to speak direct
My game's jumpin, we all had our days of barkin
You could tell niggaz styles by they ways of parkin
Why dispute it?  Dough got us so polluted
Paranoid to the point it's like we, over-do it
Police press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya
Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser
Toast on me, smoke spray our potpouri
Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be

[Chorus]

[AZ - speaking over Chorus]
You know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now
I got it locked, feel me!

[Verse 3 -  AZ]
Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain
It's only real, certain niggaz mention my name
Some relate, others stay numb in the face
Tryin to keep steps ahead like we runnin a race
Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like 'em slim
Light makeup, that shit that blend right wit they skin
So what's the issue?  All dick sucks is still official
Cold-steel nickles, and Phil I'm still wit you
Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin
Late night, right brake lights black Excursion
Tree smokin, hustle the rap I'ma keep ropin
Too many niggaz got deep emotions
The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they problems?
Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom
To a false, feel a fake love or hate
Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate

[Chorus]

[AZ - speaking over Chorus]
You know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now
What y'all want from me?

[Chorus]

[AZ - speaking over Chorus]
Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man, stop fuckin wit me
I'm tryin to live man, nah mean?
I been at the bottom, I was risin - fell back down
I'm tryin to climb up man
Get off my back baby
It's all a game man don't hate me hate the game

AZ the Visualiza return, once again
Love life, hate, what the fuck... {*music fades*}

 
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Текст песни: Quiet Money Tbs

[Talk]
This is Quiet money fo life, understand huh
This is quiet money fo life, TBS huh
Get it right, huh
[AZ]
This another one street stressing
Keep pressing, he's guessing
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing
Where I been thats the key question?
Niggas yelling keep repping
I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the essence
I speak in lesson if u seeking reference
Never leave ya weapon
See me if u need connections we insessing
Built aggression only brief accession
I mean my niggas filled wit flexions
So believe he's resting, leave the message
Fuck wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave u naked
I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this
Thats probabtion got us extra hating
No explaintion for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations
This rap shit got us celebriting
Like we Saving, we in hell with satan
Jails are waiting smell probabtion
Serve time got us telemaking
Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating (nothing)
Yo, at fourthteen my hot ass was chasing bitches
At fifthteen my brother told me get them digits
Told me every penny count nigga hit them trinches
Don't floss to hard don't burn no riches
Don't trust no bitch if ya doe is heavy
And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already
No ass betting if u show it you betta blast it
Math class on the corner yea I past it
Die right now take twenty from you bastards
Fuck it throw a fifth of henny in my casket
Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull
I just went to high school with the clip full
First nigga act get a clip full
Mama raised me but the streets made me
Rum got me hAZy chasing this cream
Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team
And I'm gone make the block work
Sos reing me up got the hood on clockwork
Bedstuy nigga you know its on
Gotta flow so strong you could put it in a bomb
[Chorus]
When I die I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, Memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye but overall I will survive nigga [x2]
Jump out the drop top
Catch you why u copping at that weed spot
Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot
I'm in the trinches thats where ya'll niggas scared to come at
Where all the guns at
Where my shorties flip them ones at
Thats where my son's at
You speak of war but you don't want that
I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out
I air your bens out baby moms and her friend's out
I knock a lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out
I leave you lace up, you paralized from the waste up
I'll fuck your face up, when I finish tossing cakes up
I'm eating the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up
If it's a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up
I mean I fucked up, fuck around you getting stuck up
Press ya luck up, back this motherfucking truck up
I'm bout to black out, it's up to me to close this track out
I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your back out
And knock the glock out, air this whole fucking block out
I knock a cop out, fuck a high school drop out
Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out
I'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout
The M A S A, You run your mouth we smack the tast out
We blow your face out, Pay the judge to throw the case out
Check the game and the cats that play in it
Quiet money youngest luetenit
Yea world it's been a minute, I'm in it
To my heart stop or blood touch the concrete
Beyond deep, these streets got me gripping my heat
Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends
W.D. forty to sixty having backwards dreams
The cash the cream, from the cradle to the casket green
Got the game tied up we the nasties team
We flash we steam if its on then we mash your beam
Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
Your back is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed
The desert the miss the spot when it bust your way
We touch we lay in the streets its a must we play
We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way
from light to day its only right that we cock and spray
We speeding on could spot a snake from a block away
I told you A what the game need is a change of speed
Visulize the realism I'm a dangerous speed
[Chorus x2]

 
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Текст песни: Rather Unique

[Featuring Pete Rock]
[Pete Rock]
rock the house (rock the house)
east New York, east New York
east New York, east New York
east New York, east New York
my man AZ to the fullest
Verse 1: AZ
we was already loyal to people's minds and mulianis
now we more fucked up with a mayor named Guliani
you can try to bomb me
analyze but can't define me
my mind's divine heavily entwined with Ghandi's
far from feeble, I leave your nostrils hard to breathe through
cause my cerebral's are more of a higher plane
than the Hebrews
my mic devotion brings out my deepest emotions
overdosing wannabes posing
sending them through convulsions
to hard to follow, you took a bite but couldn't swallow
your mind's boggled
but I'm as deep as Donald Goines novels
my whole persona's kinda laid back like a recliner
and since my mama, I been fucking with marijuana
wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare
strictly menace wear, macking offa Guinness beer
so where it all begins is here
destiny and me finally meet
so how can I be weak?
I'm rather unique
chorus:
[scratched in w/ Pete Rock ad-libs]
why, why, why I'm rather unique
why I'm rather unique
Verse 2: AZ
my verbals rip shit
queens give birth to dwarfs and triplets
fuck it I'm on some flip shit
ready to let my clip spit, dramatical
vocals release shells like automatics
tho' music's magical causing any tattles to be tragical
child, got a style sick as hell
sicker than sickle cell anemia
slaughter your story, gory like lukemia
filled with larceny, who want parts of me?
I'm vicious, mad malicious
cause it's real on this road to riches
I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it
weak and wicked camoflauged as killers
how they speak and kick it
peep this uniqueness
nonbelievers I'm leaving speechless
left to chokers and skunk smoke
was coming through the speakers
surgically nice with any verbal device
trife, breathing life into mics
my insight's beyond the twilight
so die, fight, no surrender, no retreat
techniques speak
I'm rather unique
chorus [w/ ad-libs]
Verse 3: AZ
so it's gonna take more than your astrologist
to knowledge this
a physiologist couldn't even figure out the exoticness
raps demolishing certified the way I style it
my wordplay blaze with the rays of ultraviolence
my culture's smiling, getting more in depth with each breath
my biography follows the footsteps of Malcolm X
money and sex, Gore-Tex Donna Karan and Guess
finesse, success through the life
stress mics I blessed
puffing trees to get me high as trapeze
flipping Japanese at ease when I'm stacking G's
so let's discuss, plus degrees
how the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that's lost
so don't cross cause it'll cost
the ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor
moves be major
with unexplainable behavior
the word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete
[why, why, why I'm rather unique]
chorus [w/ ad-libs]

 
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Текст песни: Rather Unique (Featuring Pete Rock)

[Pete Rock]
rock the house (rock the house)
east New York, east New York
east New York, east New York
east New York, east New York
my man AZ to the fullest

Verse 1: AZ
we was already loyal to people's minds and mulianis
now we more fucked up with a mayor named Guliani
you can try to bomb me
analyze but can't define me
my mind's divine heavily entwined with Ghandi's
far from feeble, I leave your nostrils hard to breathe through
cause my cerebral's are more of a higher plane
than the Hebrews
my mic devotion brings out my deepest emotions
overdosing wannabes posing
sending them through convulsions
to hard to follow, you took a bite but couldn't swallow
your mind's boggled
but I'm as deep as Donald Goines novels
my whole persona's kinda laid back like a recliner
and since my mama, I been fucking with marijuana
wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare
strictly menace wear, macking offa Guinness beer
so where it all begins is here
destiny and me finally meet
so how can I be weak?
I'm rather unique

chorus:
[scratched in w/ Pete Rock ad-libs]
why, why, why I'm rather unique
why I'm rather unique --> Big Daddy Kane

Verse 2: AZ
my verbals rip shit
Brains give birth to thoughts in triplets
fuck it I'm on some flip shit
ready to let my clip spit, dramatical
vocals release shells like automatics
Do music's magical causing any battle to be tragical
I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia
slaughter your circulatory like lukemia
filled with larceny, who want parts of me?
I'm vicious, mad malicious
cause it's real on this road to riches
I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it
weak and wicked camoflauged as killers
how they speak and kick it
peep this uniqueness
nonbelievers I'm leaving speechless
left to chokers and skunk smoke
was coming through the speakers
surgically nice with any verbal device
trife, breathing life into mics
my insight's beyond the twilight
so die, fight, no surrender, no retreat
techniques speak
I'm rather unique

chorus [w/ ad-libs]

Verse 3: AZ
so it's gonna take more than your astrologist
to knowledge this
a physiologist couldn't even figure out the exoticness
raps demolishing certified the way I style it
my wordplay blaze with the rays of ultraviolence
my culture's smiling, getting more in depth with each breath
my biography follows the footsteps of Malcolm X
money and sex, Gore-Tex Donna Karan and Guess
finesse, success through the life
stress mics I blessed
puffing trees to get me high as trapeze
flipping Japanese at ease when I'm stacking G's
so let's discuss, plus degrees
how the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that's lost
so don't cross cause it'll cost
the ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor
moves be major
with unexplainable behavior
the word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete
[why, why, why I'm rather unique]

chorus [w/ ad-libs]

 
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Текст песни: Re Birth

I'm back first and foremost; I'd like to thank Nas
For allowing me to have be on the Illmatic, and that Stillmatic Joint
Changed the game a whole lot, secondly I'd like to thank the Notorious B.I.G.
Who put Brooklyn on the map, you the revolution of that era
And all the artists that came after the era we started
I'd like to Thank the East Coast, West, the North, Dirty dirty
This is my story, welcome me back

For all those I still speak to guess we still peoples'
Life's more peaceful when you low and you eating legal
Certain niggas never spoke now it's peace to see you
It's a different side 'cuz it's the streets too, pleased to meet you
Just think I was a thief and kieful
Sold coke even dabbled in a bit of diesel
Scare ridded saw the light and I slid wit it, left the life
But for the price I can live wit it we all pawn
Know a few niggas that's coming home
Could see 'em now in that '86 summer zone
Hope they adapt, whatever led niggas to smoking cracks
Knew a few that went too far for me to coach 'em back
What a waste, this little blood niggas'll cut ya face
Catching a case'll make you fuck around and touch your safe
This all I know, intelligence is all I show
I'm from the roots and the truth is that I love the doe, welcome me Back huh

You attract some of the baddest when you platinum status
That's why I stay with prophylactics after what happened to Magic
Six days of my creation had to relax on the Sabbath
Remember asking certain niggas to past me a package
I was blind moving ass backwards
But you can bet it was the grind that made the cash massive
Back on my feet, accapella used rap to no beats
On the run, dun, was the first one to clap at police
I ever saw, can never catch me in the presents of flaws
Push the Accord in '94, Mack11 in the board
Who wanna bring it? Since Nas, niggas swore I was Queensbridge
That's surprising from the wise I was taught to be lenient
Move in silence, my moms claimed my music was violent
Had to school her, let her know that I'm a user of talents
Many faces, Gucci sneakers with the skinny laces
Fendi sweats and Begets all up in the bracelets
Welcome me home, huh

 
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Текст песни: Rock Me

[Featuring Jermaine Dupri (JD)]
[J.D.]
SoSoDef (what?)
Huh, yeah I don't dance ... I mash
(It's like dis doe)
AZ, come on
[AZ the Visualiza]
It's a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one
The crew won, out of formilli, feel I'm due one
Focus right, one hit -- blow me overnight
Holy mics, bein guarded -- by Jehovah's light
Jewels drapin, in a Coupe slidin cruise tape in
for my troops I was sworn in like a true Mason (yeah)
Tables turned, left the youth engaged and learned
Thoughts raised concern just like blunts made to burn
I play this life, homey besides on the status
either play it right, or then vibe until the madness
Monopolize, position wise watch the rise
It's prophesized, see the two and drop fives
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
Erybody hands up, AZ and JD
Whole club get it krunk, the drinks is on me
I keep the dancefloor lit, ladies shakin they hips
spendin all the chips makin nuttin but hits, what?
(A, Z, play my song
Rock me all night long, rock me all night long)
[AZ the Visualiza]
Salute me, rock silk and linen over Gucci's
Iced out, platinum Roley -- with the rubies
Baby uzis, Perrier make me woozy
Sweet jacuzzi, it's live my life like a movie
Connect doe, pimped off the Henny X-O
Sex slow, *fuck* on Chanel velcro (ha ha ha)
Visualize that, bought a sailboat, try and buy that
Besides that, hustle forever -- never sidetracked
Sightseein, pretty ladies in the white B.M.
Out of state plates invitin me in
Got my mind on this paper chase -- sorta strung
No longer gotta scrape the plate -- it's more to come
Respect how these streets made me -- why play me
I'm half crazy, half of ? half Navy
So who it be? You or me, ten a key
Intensively, I know you players envy me
Chorus
[JD] C'mon
[AZ the Visualiza]
Come mingle with the illest minds, of mankind
Taught to shine, built out of crew and crime
Respect squares, straight shots burn your chest hairs
Chancin black, wish I had less shares
It's like a roller coaster, street life'll comatose ya
Cologne's kosher, a man's own is through his culture
Trapped in the arms of Satan, congregatin
Conversatin, thoughts way beyond relation
It's truth or deal, chose ones move sincere
Keep the youth aware, Supreme Court -- the proof is here
Chorus
[Jermaine Dupri]
Ha ha, now everybody in the house just
Clap your hands, uh, clap your hands
Uh, stomp your feet, uh-uh-uh, stomp your feet
Just, clap your hands, uh-huh, clap your hands
Uh, stomp your feet... AZ and JD

 
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Текст песни: Rock Me (Featuring Jermaine Dupri)

[J.D.]
SoSoDef (what?)
Huh, yeah I don't dance ... I mash
(It's like dis doe)
AZ, come on

[AZ the Visualiza]
It's a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one
The crew won, out of formilli, feel I'm due one
Focus right, one hit -- blow me overnight
Holy mics, bein guarded -- by Jehovah's light
Jewels drapin, in a Coupe slidin cruise tape in
for my troops I was sworn in like a true Mason (yeah)
Tables turned, left the youth engaged and learned
Thoughts raised concern just like blunts made to burn
I play this life, homey besides on the status
either play it right, or then vibe until the madness
Monopolize, position wise watch the rise
It's prophesized, see the two and drop fives

Chorus: Jermaine Dupri

Erybody hands up, AZ and JD
Whole club get it krunk, the drinks is on me
I keep the dancefloor lit, ladies shakin they hips
spendin all the chips makin nuttin but hits, what?
(A, Z, play my song
  Rock me all night long, rock me all night long)

[AZ the Visualiza]
Salute me, rock silk and linen over Gucci's
Iced out, platinum Roley -- with the rubies
Baby uzis, Perrier make me woozy
Sweet jacuzzi, it's live my life like a movie
Connect doe, pimped off the Henny X-O
Sex slow, *fuck* on Chanel velcro (ha ha ha)
Visualize that, bought a sailboat, try and buy that
Besides that, hustle forever -- never sidetracked
Sightseein, pretty ladies in the white B.M.
Out of state plates invitin me in
Got my mind on this paper chase -- sorta strung
No longer gotta scrape the plate -- it's more to come
Respect how these streets made me -- why play me
I'm half crazy - half Marines, half Navy
So who it be?  You or me, ten a key
Intensively, I know you players envy me

Chorus

[JD] C'mon

[AZ the Visualiza]
Come mingle with the illest minds, of mankind
Taught to shine, built out of crew and crime
Respect squares, straight shots burn your chest hairs
Chancin black, wish I had less shares
It's like a roller coaster, street life'll comatose ya
Cologne's kosher, a man's own is through his culture
Trapped in the arms of Satan, congregatin
Conversatin, thoughts way beyond relation
It's truth or deal, chose ones move sincere
Keep the youth aware, Supreme Court -- the proof is here

Chorus

[Jermaine Dupri]
Ha ha, now everybody in the house just
Clap your hands, uh, clap your hands
Uh, stomp your feet, uh-uh-uh, stomp your feet
Just, clap your hands, uh-huh, clap your hands
Uh, stomp your feet... AZ and J.D.

 
Hohol-sadistДата: Среда, 08 Сентября 2010, 03:14 | Сообщение # 46
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Текст песни: Royal Salute

[Intro: AZ]
Yes sir! Another year, ha, ha, ha!
Toast ya glass please, this is champagne
You know what it is..
I love when the music sound so vibrant
So refreshin', alright let's get down to business
[Verse 1: AZ]
It's a - thin line between love & hate
And due time, a stable mind separates what's fake
It's Two kind of paper takers, make no mistake
You got those that touch a little
Then there's those that rape
I've been embraced, got a face that the game can't shake
I'm known well like a Coke scale, my name hold weight
Impeccable taste, medallions in symmetrical shape
Since '88 been wildin' wit a Electrical tape
Was a Ape to that street rap presented itself
Who could beat that, so like Lennox I surrendered my belts
I was felt wit five funnies, my cars was dealt
Wit my money and subconscious, I was God himself
The weed helped, but overall I was so Hip-Hop
Certified as a cool guy to be so hott!
Verbalized like 2Pac, wit a East-Coast bop
Then the shit just changed, had to switch up lanes
Past predicted the future, though the present exist
Poetic wiser, I'm Commonsutter, it's a heavenly bliss
Schooled as a little dude, only dealt as diss
But you know 'em people is sick and they medicine mix
So 50 it's only a run, enjoy this here
Matter of fact you ain't done, enjoy this year
And uh it's only fair I make this clear
You could neva fuck wit me, so don't neva fuck wit me
If money makes the man then on Iraq land
Saddam statue will still stand on top of the sand
You a fan so overall respect my hand
Cuz I can see what's goin' on, I respect your scam
And we can toast to the life that showed us both
That trials and tribulation only bring forth growth
And when we bhost, you could bet who be felt the most
So live your life 'til the reaper approach..
[Outro: RZA & Slick Rick Scratched Samples]
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler's Back]
[RZA:] The Ruler's back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler's back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler has returned
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler's Back
[RZA:] The Ruler's back
[RZA:] The Ruler's back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler's Back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler, The Ruler, The Ruler's Back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler has returned

 
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Текст песни: Serious (Featuring Nas)

[AZ]
Yea, back off vacation
Time to send y'all pros on a permanent vacation though

Check my track record, respect is my black Lexus
Expect me to act reckless, I'm rich and I'm ass naked
A mink with half leopard, my drinks and my glass separate
I roll and I'm half breathless, just stroll through my last message
Like...niggaz can't be serious
Never that leery shit, shit I'm mysterious
Move mystique on 'em, the doses increase on 'em
You ghost if you sleep on 'em
No joke when my peeps stormin
The cars they come in heavy
The God of the Serengeti
I charge with a large machete
And carve through ya starvin belly
Like...you shoulda known I was serious
Still the prettiest, point blank period

[Nas]
Feedin while alligators on swamps, got miles and acres
No comp, whether it's freestyle, or written down on papers
So far, I've been down from maybe, a decade, I'm still the raw-rest
Plus, suede, and ferragamo's, cause the made jury's on us
Garments fly apartments, they buggin say Nastradamus
Just wasn't one of my hardest, sold over a mil regardless
Chill with them hard looks, I spark clips
If you blood, or Muslim, 5 percent God, or crip

[AZ]
Yea, ok

Guns in the glove compartment
I'm dapper but love the nonsense
The rappin up of my conscience
I'm strapped when I come to conscious
Attack with a hundred monsters
They black and they runnin bonkers
We back and we come to conquer

[Nas]
To master the fucking genre
Like, niggaz can't be serious
Still the grittiest, point blank period
Flow tight as a midget's closet
As tight as a prison block is
No sight of po-lice, when we riot
Fightin the system, fired
Be quiet, when I'm approaching
Get tired, jump out the roses
Sip Meyer's Rum out in open
I'm smokin that hydro, choking
I'm scopin, my eyes are on you
Don't reach cause I tried to warn you
No street corner Nas won't come to
To bomb you, 4 5's will harm you
Eccentric, I'm live but calm too
Cordial, but crazy cautious
Roll through with some crazy gorgeous
Hoes, bodies like lady horses
Like, my whole stampede serious
Ya'll niggaz is funny like Eddie Murphy's Delirious

Sped up or real slow, never neo-soul
Hip-Hop only rockin with homey, we Co-D's
Nas not no Hives, or Coldplay
If there was an old days, we pioneered it
Anthony Cruz, Nasir Jones shit, very serious

 
Hohol-sadistДата: Среда, 08 Сентября 2010, 03:22 | Сообщение # 48
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Текст песни: So Sincere (Intro)

[AZ Talking]
I'm about to get on some Norman Bates shit, and go psycho
Shit, get the right speakers
Let me start a little early, that's what I do
[rapping]
You know my persona, let me kindly remind ya
The Gucci, Garbana, the New-E, the Low, Evisus, designers
How I post up, probably amongst pirahnas
I'm the urban version of that turban-waving Osama
Last of a genre, there's nothing to mash your mind to
Y'all trash, I'll leave half of y'all niggaz in trauma
So I laugh, cause I'd rather clam in vagina
Splash a few grands on some high sand in the sauna
Usually ponder when I puff my little ganjas
Somber, feeling like Don Cheetah in the Hotel Riwanda
You know karma, increase when you cease your drama
It's deep, but you sleep when you feel there's peace upon you
Keep that armor, I formerly greet as a charmer
But beneath is more than mystique, I'm a monster
Came to conquer, no games I came to regain my honor
No lames, it's the same as the brain can conjure
Why launder, when I can outsell the bomber
Miskel, tell Mel, he'll be out of jail by Kwanza
From Tompkins to Guanas, to the hills in Brownsville, I sponsors
Nothing to cock back the Black P-80 Launcher
Any hate can haunt you, I'm straight from the L.I. gates of Yonkers
Down to the Southern states to Great Lakes in Tonker
Young, majestic, the beams from the Sun reflect it
Numb before Bush Senior's son was elected
Eclectic, world respected, like Brother Ube from Dure
But hey, what you expected, perfected, connected
So exit, or have it all in here
We can war when we're, nigga I'm so sincere

 
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Текст песни: Sosa

Minolta devil expousure wide lens view
Check for dentals and niggaz next to push tha Benz through
You know the glow iced out rings long dough
Spandex Mossino hoe bitches lettin they ass show
I play the game took plenty paper still remain the same
Asian name beval length chain lettin my piece hang
Domestic no more crime play but still connected
It's ethics calculated steps through geometrics
Ways spinnin double Shades of base linin 97' expidition
Disflavored all tha trimmins
Travel light push tha LS on casual nights
Have you ever puffed tha tallas weed pipe
That shit will have you right
I roll dice tryin to deforce from this cold life
Used to sell coke on tha strip now I hold mic
and plan soon to pack an vacate so were in Cancun
Escape to a cozy estate filled wit mad rooms
?? too many foul niggaz time to turn it up
Push it by the buck and shift gears burn the clutch
Cause it's like this for these chips I strike swift preciseness
Precious jewels a life thats priceless
I payed my dues and through it all I never trade my shoes
Cash rules new crews who made the news
We all for paper I guess greed is just a second nature
Indeed shots an ?hebock? on weed to escalate ya
Some mostly touch along the line crossed up
I took tha short cut puffin on blunts bustin off nuts
The night type love dime bitches and night life
Casino dice sexy strip Dancers and white ice
I seen the movie most of you niggaz couldn't move me
Truly it's like a 6-shot ruger against an ozzie
So bust ya run or cock back bust your gun but I fake none
I remain like the sun bless tha stong livin
Intellect an long vision connects in prison
and real niggaz wit recognition
so respect the mission volume one
Second addition the next dimension
Dotted line sign your deposition

 
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Текст песни: Still Alive

[Intro:]
Okay, if you in a club
I advise you to put your drinks down, and head to the dance floor
Anywhere else will be uncivilized
If you're in a car, pull over
put the hazards on and let the windows down
This is something the world needs to know
Let's go
[Verse 1:]
Yes I'm Brooklyn's best till I'm put to rest
I heard tales a nigga sin to shells to cook my flesh
No jail, never stale homie look how fresh
I'm low key like them old G crooks out west
As far as poetry Nas, Biggie, Jay, Mos Def
Rakim, Gucci, Rap, Kane, KRS
Like Common and kanye I could say I'm blessed
Peace to Ghost, Raekwon and Ron Artest
This is ??? hunger, I'm obsessed with summer
I'm for what runners is gunnin' them young boys will gun ya
But any nigga icey your own wifey will warn ya
There's no wonder, every fronter wanna be stunner
I spit thunder, I'll miss when I'm six feet under
Legit, I'm just tryina shift G-Unit numbers
Even rich niggaz slip for the slumber
Shit happens but believe I'm back blastin a number
[Chorus: x2]
This is not a life that we in, this is hell
This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
Because I made it out, so that makes me a God
[Verse 2:]
Yes my flows elite, I know the streets
I'm the cold ?cheeks? of the East Coast I blow on beats
I create the aucoma state how I doze to sleep
I keep dozing but never doze six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me
Say what, I haze up 'fore haters hopin' I gave up
It's either you stay tough or you copin' to ?cage cuff?
From cold player to cold savor to host favor
Who's the most underrated, G Rap, AZ, and Jada
Allah savior, bark but sharp as a razor
With street smarts in a Jedi heart like Darth Vader
Hearts behavior, puffin a Garcia Vega
The god see the haters be the larceny is greater
Pardon the player, I'm crunk with some defeats
Some have somebody somewhere don't want me to eat
I'm war with the streets, I'm wanted and I'm comin' for keeps
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
And it's a must I live it, the trucks is kitted
Too many peoples in the ?pee? now so duck or visit
Show it off when I freestyle, who fuckin' with it
A final song for song as long as the hustlers get it
as long the jewels on all is custom fitted
Diamond cut for cut the cluster ups the digits
Enough is enough with the trust I hush the critics
Buck for buck, yeah I'm buck while I must admit it
The dough done did it, I'm ??? the flow is vivid
You know me, low key homie, only expose the snippit
So prolific, so sincere, so gifted
So melodic, ya'll got it so twisted
Sip the ??? E-40 the ??? had a few ??? brought it back to the sewers
True this no duets, no collabs, no regrets
you ??? just here tryina cash some little checks
[Chorus x2]

 
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