[Talking] Y'all can't be serious, this is A-1 performance Your boy wit' the million-dollar vocal chords No more Cristal and DoM P, straight Gatorade And they say in death, all life questions shall be answered But this here started before the womb and will not end after the grave Y'all can't disturb me
[Verse One] Critically acclaimed, verbally I'm sickly insane Officially, I remain the Ripleys of the game Believe or not, the hustler's here to retrieve his spot From y'all dungaree thieves that mislead the block No rehearsal, nothing's controversial Relax homie, react, one response'll hurt you I know death, I was there when souls left Froze holdin' my nose, over decomposed flesh It's deeper, brown reefer, no beeper, low ceaser Outta sight, the life make the doe sweeter The raps Derrick Jeter, veggie-eater, half-ebonizer Love leisure, crewed up, in the stretch 11-seaters It's either; move accordin' or, lose an organ It's sorta like an abortion, you choose what's more important for ya Pimp to poet, from prince to heroic to Now, King of New York now, as if y'all don't know this.
[Chorus] If you, If you think you want it You know y'all can get it Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no [2x]
[Verse Two] I done did the ostrige, the gators, silver foxes Silk boxers, rocked ice so obnoxious Wore pradas, Taj Mahal more dollars What other motherfucker y'all could call hotter Street affilly, sweet swisher, switch from willy This so amazing, MJ style the flows Cajun Connect wit me, absorb, reflect wit me Respect im so N-Sync, I could sex Britney Been about it, no comparison, send 'em a stylest They too old for gold, and they dress code is childish I'm grown music, so I ask don't confuse it Consider, I'ma soul food this Howard Heuwit Sos the don, so seductive overdose 'em wit' charm Paranoid, sorta, so please approach me calm Clothes and money, hydro, hoes among me, Emphatically, the truth is y'all can't take nothin' from me.
[Chorus] If you, If you think you want it You know y'all can get it Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no [2x]
[Verse Three] Although it's all music, at times we misuse it Confuse it, like we back on the block suited Born-thugs now get recruited, but listen youngin' You still a student I spit twirlin' tricks wit' a toothpick Taught ya teacher, I'm the source for seekers Resurrected like christ off the cross on easter Zone excessive, seven different home addresses So many years lost through tribulations, I've grown possessive I, earned my title, I learned survival Self made, never too concerned wit' idols The earth and the moon is one, and I'm the sun So all competition is none, get ya gun.
[Chorus] If you, If you think you want it You know y'all can get it Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no [2x] Nobody, doing it better than AZ
Chorus: i wanna chill (Chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely) AZ's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin on bubbly)
At times i wanna watch out the Mariot, zoning on owning co-ops, foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch, formulating up plots ta escape from Salems lock cuz its scorching hot, making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, Pataki, got all kinds of undercovers coming at me, perhaps he, won't be happy, til they snatch me, and place me where half slacks be, sitting in Catsaki, but never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill that awaits for me, so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush, vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real
CHORUS first line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby) second line & (ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money put the grants in the safe, cuz we spending the jacksons, the washingtons go to wify, ya know how we do)
No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain't promised, I'm as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a Costa Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing the finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my dreams Chorus so until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't much more life ta feind after, but another chapter, a new way of life to adap ta, cuz these streets a gas ya,and have ya caught up in the rapture de ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously aware plus political, cuz though they claim that every man created equal whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through, but once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris, i gotta have it, it so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush, vivid enough, ta make living this a must, plu this is real
Chorus 3x ending: its so crazy im down wit AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly its so crazy jones and AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly I wanna chill on sugar hill baby I wanna chill on sugar hill baby I wanna chill, I wanna chill, I wanna chill on sugar hill baby Sugar Hill
[Animal] It's another interlude motherfucker You know it's Animal the Mixtape Bully nigga, MTB You know how I do it the way I do it when I do it the way I do it Motherfucker stab you in your throat with a icepick Shoot you in the face with a beebee gun Whatever I do to bring you to the conrete I'ma do it, you heard? My motherfuckin nigga A, it's the closin of the album nigga I salute you nigga, for never bein a bitch For never bein a bitch-ass nigga {*music starts*} Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the game Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin back Niggaz doin mixtapes and comin back Lyin 'til y'all caught with guns and comin back Keep comin back baby, you in the top five man Y'all niggaz pay The Source for mics man Cause you don't know how to be an original nigga from the streets I respect you man, close it out like this, 2-double-oh-5 Fuck the world, you heard, say what's up A.W.O.L. take it [AZ] I am one of the flyest, crew is like the Al'Qaeda's We war like in the mess halls of Elmyra Bodies get caught, predicate spells is higher Why talk if you ain't walk through hell's fire All-nighters, upscale attire In car get new cars you and your mans admire Young messiah, back bottom guns for hire I am that what the rap contracts require Ghostwriter, coast to coast cyphers I do this for them grown men in diapers that don't like us Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to Riker's is priceless Reminiscin on past life fights with Cypress Hung lifeless, sprung from financial crisis Never ran, I stand amongst the righteous AZ-Q, dark denimy V suits His, arson is lethal, only pardon his people so Just ask it open the closed casket Coke or the dope acid I'm back on that old Shaft shit Got my ratchets, army fatigue jacket Fitted cap on backwards with them cats from Flatbush Bravehearted, fuck if they say squash it We remain the largest, we invade regardless Trains to Spofford insane with a brain from Hartford It's hard to explain my artwork One for the haters, two for the true and the raiders I know dudes who eat your food with a razor It's major, barbaric, brutal behavior Called addict, I talk about the jewelry later My respect is for the DL cartel connects And the crews that came through and left arise well effect Finesse, big boys only play with the best It's no regrets, bein dead broke and raised in the 'jects I'm a vet, cousin Comstock callin collect Sayin he just left the box hot annoyed and depressed Claimin he stressed did a 3 still facin the stress I'm like look this ain't the vote and you ain't facin your death So save your breath, tie your boots up and bang with the rest Cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh You know the deal, I pray they process your appeal Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the wheel And I'ma drive 'til the gas run out Either crash or a wrap 'til a smash come out We them real niggaz
[Featuring Missjones] Chorus: i wanna chill (Chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely) AZ's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin on bubbly) At times i wanna watch out the Mariot, zoning on owning co-ops, foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch, formulating up plots ta escape from Salems lock cuz its scorching hot, making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, Pataki, got all kinds of undercovers coming at me, perhaps he, won't be happy, til they snatch me, and place me where half slacks be, sitting in Catsaki, but never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill that awaits for me, so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush, vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real CHORUS first line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby) second line & (ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money put the grants in the safe, cuz we spending the jacksons, the washingtons go to wify, ya know how we do) No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain't promised, I'm as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a Costa Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing the finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my dreams Chorus so until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't much more life ta feind after, but another chapter, a new way of life to adap ta, cuz these streets a gas ya,and have ya caught up in the rapture de ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously aware plus political, cuz though they claim that every man created equal whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through, but once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris, i gotta have it, it so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush, vivid enough, ta make living this a must, plu this is real Chorus 3x ending: its so crazy im down wit AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly its so crazy jones and AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly I wanna chill on sugar hill baby I wanna chill on sugar hill baby I wanna chill, I wanna chill, I wanna chill on sugar hill baby Sugar Hill
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 U-Conn's 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 key The Firm baby, volume one uhh..
Once again, firm affiliation Like we say; the show must go on
[Chorus: 2X] Sunshine – we hustle to the moon light Reminisce on a good time Cop come on boget
Yo when times get trifle I'm subjected to street survival See many never complete they cycle Other retreat to bibles, living holy But currency seem to control me, moving 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 I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels A form of teaching, from the streets never taught in school 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 Absorbing fast, learning from niggaz I lost in the past Its poison plays in these foul days Housing cops and they foul ways, I'm walking through a wild maze Holding my brain trying to maintain Sleet hell, snow, or rain, I guess the game will never change
[Chorus]
Since the genesis, paraphernalia circle my premises Poor images, project life drained my innocence It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church She prayed for peace, hoping I'm saved before she lay deceased To say the least, the one to wise to play the streets I know the ropes, certain niggaz to slow to cope & though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat Amongst the frozen hearted, some bending, some departed Inhaling chocolate, tracing back to where it started The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce and trays The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth & days & though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still All around real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville I know the ledge, meditating, holding my head Eyes red, it's Doe or Die till I'm dead
[Chorus]
I played all positions, plus learned from each mission Politic wit all type niggaz wit different diction I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up Bugging off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up But time flying, playing these corners I'll let it slide by Smoking 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 taking pictures Interrogating, locating, destination, estimating Or play a part of them investigating It's on going from them killers, to them broads hoeing Unknowing first time felons on trial blowing So burn your clips and sit back, learn your shit The last of these real reps left turned legit
[Hook: Rap Samples] [Notorious B.I.G.: x4] I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal [Notorious B.I.G.:] It's rules to this shit [Intro: AZ] Yea, enough respect The Bad Boy, Death Row, No Limit Rap-a-lot, Roc-a-fella, Cash-Money, Ruff Ryders So-So-Def, The Inc. And all the incarcerated Scarfaces from ghetto to ghetto Now introducin' to you a new Empire Quiet Money Records and Hush Management Formely presents - yours truly [Verse 1: AZ] I'm praised for wicked word-play Emerge from my Earth days Was boxed in the Bird Cage Now flock wit the Mermaids A shorty wop, 'til I copped then I turned age Saw it unfold, certain laws are untold Unsolved Mysteries, coffins is closed A Carnivore trickery, cautions your road Any slip-ups will be huntin' your shows So neva get it twisted nigga, keep an Iron Biscuit witcha Beast promoted, the street's is coded For the Naked eye times is too deep to notice Yea I specialize in rhymes, but I peep the bogus On every known level, I'ma stone cold Rebel Clothes is crisp, I rolls Gold the Wrist I was schooled how to tuck, hide and hold the fifth How to crush, cut, divide and supply the sniff So if the truth ain't need, then the truth can't be [Hook: Rap Samples] [Notorious B.I.G.:] I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal [NaS:] Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap [Notorious B.I.G.:] I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal [Prodigy of Mobb Deep:] I'm fallin' and I can't turn back [Notorious B.I.G.:] I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal [NaS:] Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap [Prodigy of Mobb Deep:] The street's is ki's [Notorious B.I.G.:] I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal [Prodigy of Mobb Deep:] I'm fallin' and I can't turn back [Verse 2: AZ] From base potter to that hard rock white We all hustlers, live that hard knock life Some get knocked, and their Hearts not right Cuffed up in the air, met this charge that night We all know that the Narc's ain't nice But.. that's the price when your bars ain't tight The Beast within release within, you get caught-up lose trust You don't speak to friends, you lose lust Rarely fuck, you just seekin' Sin You know ducks stay glizzly and love to get busy The stakes is high, the bench is long A few wakes niggaz cry, you live, you gon' If you escape, rules apply, kids is born And the game won't change, it's the same ol' game [Hook: Rap Samples] [Notorious B.I.G.:] I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal [NaS:] Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap [Notorious B.I.G.:] I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal [Prodigy of Mobb Deep:] I'm fallin' and I can't turn back [Notorious B.I.G.:] I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal [NaS:] Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap [Notorious B.I.G.:] I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal [Notorious B.I.G.:] It's rules to this shit [Prodigy of Mobb Deep:] And I can't turn back [Verse 3: AZ] And my mind been back was since puffin' on the back-woods Clutchin' on them clappers, and duckin' from them crackers Neva been in Nappa, neva fuck wit no Rappers I'm so gon' wit it, but I'm so long winded Seen the worst, when I seen my first Body get caught, I was prolly this short The victim right beside me, stressed on the sidewalk But you neva seen a man cry, 'til you seen a man die The killer shots, the realer the co-op If you could realer, then it's similar plots Then if not, you won't familiar, you a squilar You no dilla you hot, fuck around get the whole block locked But neva me, I've been Boss playin', cookin' up sautéin' 'Til I saw another dough, I had to force a nigga weighin' Now in all Black wit the Gloves and Hat I'm so deep in it, that I can't turn back [Hook: Rap Samples] [Notorious B.I.G.:] I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal [Prodigy of Mobb Deep:] I'm fallin' and I can't - [Notorious B.I.G.:] I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal - Animal
[Chorus] Let me call shortie up If tonight's the, night then let me know Hit me up as soon as possible Got it on right here for you baby, take it from me (AZ) Keep doing this, man We could do that little bit ya like You know the one that keeps us up all night I'm a little uptight baby, baby take it from me (AZ) Amusing me, huh? Okay
Look, I just landed, your request is granted I'm in some 2-seater, pumping the best of Janet Be through in a minute or two, I'm wit the fellas Bullshiting, trying to finish my brew But I'm here, it's nice weather, short-sleeve Ice weather, had on the matins but the nikes was better Hope you relax and tonight's whatever Fatal attraction,the life of pleasure Got bottles of the L-I-Q, champagne a little 'gnac You can tell I knew, talk to me The house or the 'telly suite, I need to know The perception on my celly's weak, batteries low
[Chorus]
If tonight's the, night then let me know (AZ) Hello? Yo Hit me up as soon as possible (AZ) Damn Got it on right here for you baby take it from me (AZ) Keep on doing this shit, wordup We could do that little bit ya like (AZ) Gotta give all this up, man You know the one that keeps us up all night (AZ) Crazy I'm a little uptight baby, baby take it from me
Listen, I need a diva that could roll cheeba Blow in and out of town on her own leisure Love shopping, kalhua's when she club hopping Pretty toes, love the pose when the thug's watching Play fair, hair done, face clear, Type of chick any playa wanna take care, she that nice The truth is that I've been trapped twice Told her my life, need a wife for me to act right Or could it be, just me on a hoe spree Nowadays, live alone and I'm lonely, spreading my wings A player in prokeds and some jeans, a pioneer And gettin' slow head is my thing I'm in the mix, wit the lies come along wit the tricks Improvise, pretty thighs come along wit the hips I can't knock it, try it but I can't stop it It's in my blood, like the same way I love chocolate And all I hear is
[Chorus]
If tonight's the, night then let me know (AZ) Whoa Hit me up as soon as possible (AZ) It's on now Got it on right here for you baby, take it from me (AZ) Gotta get away man, gotta leave this alone man We could do that little bit ya like (AZ) Can't keep living like this You know the one that keeps us up all night (AZ) Just one shortie, one, one I'm a little uptight baby, baby take it from me (AZ) That's all I need one, wordup
I'm in my prime wit a lot on my plate, the party life Clear my mind when I'm out of the states Feeling relieved, revived when I'm feeling the breeze I'm at my best when I'm chilling and I'm feeling at ease Ladies respect It's hard when I'm backwards balling, playing the field And a whole lotta ass be calling, nothing is real Is it wrong 'cuz I'm doing my thing?, pimping if, either or But I do what you dream Follow the leader, I've seen what I needed to see Leave it to me, and believe I'm not easy to g Don't even try it, so ladies, all together, let's sing it I know your needs and your wants And if you want me to bring it, I gotta hear it
[Chorus]
If tonight's the, night then let me know (AZ) Okay Hit me up as soon as possible (AZ) I'ma figure this all out Got it on for you right here baby, take it from me (AZ) I don't if I'm getting used We could do that little bit ya like, (AZ) Or if I'm using them, I'ma figure this all out though You know the one that keeps us up all night (AZ) I'm getting ready to go thru though I'm a little uptight baby, baby take it from me (AZ) Try that, you'll find out where you at
(AZ) Hold up Yo dun lemme use your cell for a minute, men, my Mine's dead man Getting ready to break out, yeah, try that I'll see y'all tomorrow, man, wordup Eyo, save some of that too for tomorrow We outa here, man, we going to Vegas Our year, tomorrow
Chorus
If tonight's the, night then let me know Hit me up as soon as possible Got it on for you right here baby, take it from me We could do that little bit ya like You know the one that keeps us up all night I'm a little uptight baby, baby take it from me
I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from... This is...this is projects I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin' Urban wolves Dream team baby The sosa of the game has returned Brooklyn Black sopranos Let's play
[Verse 1] Nice and smooth, white knights, icey jewels So cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuels Love it low, stay in mine, attach semi Cuz its hard to enter rap just passin' by XK8, it's all good, the next they hate Was never the type of nigga that flexed his weight See, frontin just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay Hoppin' out the porsche, drop products on graves My slow grind story niggas cosign for me Y'all slouch rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore me Adore me, respect niggas way before me Since a shorty, in love wit big guns and orgies Engaged to it, guzzlin' that beige fluid Spazzin' like its the music that made me do it Move through it if you that thorough, I'm certified Through the grapevine, I know that niggas heard I'm live
[Chorus] I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from... This is projects I don't give a hell what you spit Who you are, where you from And who the hell you be gettin'
[Verse 2] Look, look, I be postered up like I'm toasted up nice Stop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights Blunted at the park jams, opened up mics Now its on us, in the ??? I focus on right Its hardball, now niggas can't call foul Y'all can't get wit me, I can't fall now Immune to the murderous plots Been about it way before niggas heard I was hot Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock A fresh pair, and I fuck wit them Germans a lot Let's play, pop bottles like its no tomorrow Ricky Ricardo, the young black Leonardo Part Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanish Too complicated for y'all 85's, don't understand it Respect game, there's rules as a criminal So recognize I'm a five star general You touchin' who
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings But what yall want from a game that's involved in millions Cars, and chillin', sex wit' they broads, but villain It could find a broke man, have him harm civilians Its like a larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin' Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentence The odds is endless, moms can't calm the menace Its like Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for business Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies Five miles on the same line, the zone is deadly Hope heaven got a ghetto for us In the hood, for the hustlers that bled before us Weep slow, soak in, feel the Schweppervesence Specialize foot notes for the adolescents Locked in, there's beef in the game now I know its deep but the streets know the name now The war is on
Yeah, go 'head, back it up, you can hold me baby I just wanna see you take it off Baby you got what I need now Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now From the front of the club to the back now I just wanna see you take it off Watch me move and it shake the whole place down Pull up in the whips so we can get down 'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now Sarafina, grace of a ballerina, small waist Ass shake like Trina's Pretty face, tougue taste like zima, if I Wasn't a pimp I put a ring on ya finger Freak for sure, knew her for a week or more And already wanna beat up raw On the dance floor dancing 'til my feet were sore I just wanna she you take it off Even willing to, piece her off, had my Hands on her rear, cheeks was soft I was all in the air letting that reefer talk And like magic, in seconds, I eased her thoughts Told her, get a drink if she need support Just order don't think, I eat the cost The car's close if ya legs are too weak to walk I just wanna see you take it off Baby you got what I need now(what) Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now (what) From the front of the club to the back now (what) I just wanna see you take it off Watch me move and it shake the whole place down(what) Pull up in the whips so we can get down (what) 'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now (what) Weekend's here, told boo, be sincere I wanna see you in ya evening wear had her doubie wrapped up, made her release her hair lights on, made sure the grease was near, Nikes on Kicked 'em right off beneath the chairs Tan lines lit up nice, made her features glare Tattoos, smooth skin, plus her teeth was fair I just wanna see you take it off Doe is here, I, know affairs, love cars like clothes I, drove for years Love a massage and a chick to let me hold her ears Who's willing, no feelings, I'm cold as beer As long as the zone is there And as long as she bathe and comb her hair We can light something nice and cologne the air I just wanna see you take it off Baby you got what I need now Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now From the front of the club to the back now I just wanna see you take it off Watch me move and it shake the whole place down Pull up in the whips so we can get down 'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now Now you good, quote ya price if ya toes is nice And if you got fitted jeans that promote you right It's never a such thing as clothes too tight Hype, hair color, skin-tone too, light I love sights, I'm a old school type, tits, lips Even marry hoes I like Rarely kiss but I lick, twist, roll it right I just wanna see you take it off We can do it with a, bowl of ice Take you out, you could, pose as wife Teach you how to hold heat, unload and wipe I just wanna see you take it off Give you a different roll in life Lemme show you that tonight's your, chosen night Take that, take that. Uh huh. I just wanna see you take it off Baby you got what I need now Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now From the front of the club to the back now I just wanna see you take it off Watch me move and it shake the whole place down Pull up in the whips so we can get down 'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now I just wanna see you take it off Baby you got what I need now Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now From the front of the club to the back now Watch me move and it shake the whole place down Pull up in the whips so we can get down 'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now I just wanna see you take it off Yeah, AZ, Quiet Money, L.E.S. Big Thangs, Throw 'em down
Yeah, yeah Realism of life in actuality Uh huh, Yeah I wanna tell you Uh huh Fuck who's the baddest , only the real could relate Bigboys, Nothing changed, they know The Players of the game Realism of life in actually The Pioneers I wanna tell you This is the essence right here Fuck who's the baddest, only the real could relate AZiatic, Nothing changed, they know I rep pure realness younahmean? I wanna tell you For the deceased, and those still carrying the torch Hold your head though, ya heard? Once again I wanna tell you Realism of life in actuality I wanna tell you Fuck who's the baddest, only the real could relate Nothing changed, they know Realism of life in actually
I know, it get kinda hard sometimes we all looking for some kind of, outlet to plug into, but ahh,
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto Every hood I'm the proof of what could be, if you try If you wanna try It's on you All the haters wanna see, Uh uhn A niggas life in misery Uh uhn But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
Handcuffed by the wrist and tied in the feet, so stressed Wish that I could die in my sleep And Lord knows, thru his grace I done tried it wit peace But it's like niggas ain't happy 'til they find me deceased Feel the grief, of a street, nigga that turned to rap And just applied Everything that he learned from crack I'm in now, it's life ain't no turning back, it been foul So what kinda concerns is that Peep the signs of the eyes 'cuz it tell it all One of the few in the Streets that was selling it raw Made mistakes, but it made me intelligent more And how I move, you could still look and tell I was poor How can the hate from another man stop my flow That's like another pimp thinking he can knock my hoe I'm here now, just trying to copp and blow, couple of cars and lot's of Doe
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto I'm the proof of what could be, if you try If you wanna try All the haters wanna see A niggas life in misery But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
One by one, seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall, you seen one nigga ball you done seen 'em all Even standup niggas seen 'em lean and crawl What makes a man wanna fiend for more Life itself is more than a trial or a quest Intelligent wise, it's like I done ran with the best And very rarely, you can catch me casually - dressed I'm more relaxed in a hat and some sweats Doing me, been amongst some of the street's most strongest men Around for months then they gone again Incarcerated, penalized for the love of they acts Criminals, cold-hearted, now what's fucing wit that? Where we at? hit inside of a life that's rarely exposed Spoken in codes for the killers that daily'll dose Get yours, hit a quota then get indoors, get legit Then hit them stores
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto I'm the proof of what could be, if you try If you wanna try All the haters wanna see A niggas life in misery But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
So now it's on y'all, could see, I figured it out Only a few could say that they been in my house And caroused at my wall color, blend with my couch I'm as low as you can go in the south When it's too deep, it's hard for the mind to relate Some say I'm too street and way too involved wit the snakes What make a man bigger that life, I'm twice his age Understand I'm a sinner but I'm nice some ways Knee deep in what I speak 'cuz I spit the truth I become angelic when I sit in the booth Just a thought of all the ill sh*t that lurk in streets How can another real nigga wanna work wit police Bad enough you got thiefs and the beef is rough I took an oath just to smoke, eat, sleep and fuck Knowledge of self, I'ma do this regardless of wealth Regardless of how the deck and how the cards get dealth
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto I'm the proof of what could be, if you try If you wanna try All the haters wanna see A niggas life in misery But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
Азъ Текст песни: That's Real (Featuring Beanie Sigel)
[Verse 1: AZ] I holds it down for the convicts that live in a box And them little grimy niggaz that live in them spots Venimous plots, real nine ? glocks Spin with the drop Hammer cocks, sent you a shot Brooklyn motha fucka, we blend with the blocks Live niggaz, type to spend 10 on a watch Face lift it Hit it straight nuttin' to taste wit it Fuck shots Cop bottles, whole case wit it Street war Niggaz don't beef no more See the kill for real or don't eat no more Sleep no more Hollow tips'll eat you raw Straight through the right cheek of your jaw (blaow) Lets get it on With the guns drawn Ride or die No whats wrong Gettin' shitted on My reply Cut you up with some shit that'll tear your soul Wrap up if you feel the cold That's real
[Hook: Beanie Sigel] My' spit from my block men Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in Stick a (marriage?) through the gate when they locked in You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in That's real My spit from my street men All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin' Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in That's real
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] I break laws when I want to Jaws when I want to Everybody, get them on the floor when I come through Know the rules not to move when I come to jam you Two hammers One in my hand one in the tan room The General I could care less if theres ten of you I'm built for stress Do what few men can do Send a few into you Injured you, you injured two Mack 11 ya hit your Chevy Sent it off in his inertubes Mack pop the pistol well Cop fish scales Used to pop a pistol quick Cock that ? shit Gun still on the missile tip Hit that main tissue shit Kidney, lungs, heart, spleen, brain tissue shit I hit you niggaz where it hurt at Where you little niggaz they dirt at Where they pump they work at Recognize when the motha fuckin' truth in here Beanie Sieg hottest thing in the booth this year That's real
[Hook: Beanie Sigel] My spit from my block men Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in Stick a (marriage) ? through the gate when they locked in You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in That's real My spit from my street men All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin' Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in That's real
[AZ] Ya little mind and the things that it conjure up Even worse when you Henney'd and Ganja'd up Could see it now Feet duck taped, arms in cuffs Your conscience fucked Pissey be on your bluff
[Beanie Sigel] I roll with niggaz that'll clap you up Get locked and wait for you to get knocked and whack you up Stick a motha fuckin' sword in ya Make everybody on the motha fuckin' block see the broad in ya
[AZ] Arm the ? Niggaz need to bomb wit us Dawn wit us Bust of they chronic wit us Quiet Money, Roc-A-Fella nigga arm your pups Play the game before your palms get touched (nigga)
[Beanie Sigel] I (spiffin?) niggas doin' a long time All day, could see new spades and keep a blade on a phone line Keep the guards payed so they got they own line Hustle on the block still make they own wine That's real
[Hook: Beanie Sigel] - repeat 3X My spit from my block men Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in Stick a (marriage?) through the gate when they locked in You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in Tha'ts real My spit from my street men All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin' Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in That's real
Aight I'm waitin on you.. [AZ] AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings Used to hide the crack in the hotel ceilings But that was way back when I was wholesale fillers We made a killing off our little bity buildings But really them lil' gun silly niggaz still illin Clip is chillin, chips to the ceiling Shot in ninety-six June this wound still healing That's right, this three-wheeling got it good And if you never had it locked in your own hood you should Stop frontin, and lookin hard 'Fore the gym star sneeze, leave your face scarred it's No more bosses, girls think that I'm god I'm a Young full artist either eat or you starvin Either beef or you barred, the finger either the yard I'm sittin peepin my odds before seekin peace in the Mars but Still do me cause it's easy to do So the fly CEO, I ain't easy to jew And that's how it is, you can ask Blitz Jail, for more than aggravated assault Wild Style took it to trial said it's all his fault AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings My cons-tributions to this jam Is confusing because I am... ... low key and y'all know the deal And when you real then you real no need to ice grill YES, I'm nice still, YES, my mic skills is so ill for real give myself slight chills And I get money, money I got Big bottles of Belve keep the bloodflow hot Bone's up in queen, wood in the feds Wild born and barred niggaz hold your head Cause I'm still here, hustle with no fear The muscle is still here that love be still sheer I dare, a muh'fucker pull my card I got more than a great big bodyguard So press up if you wanna get served I survived in the hood, now I'm all in the burbs With the bass on thump, suitcase in the trunk Probably UV with the tooly lettin Akon pump AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings How long can I lay to touch millions 'fore that AK spray or sprays on civilians I'm five for five, I'm rated R I'm gifted, and I'm goin far Down the ave, to the spot Four dubs of 'dro that's all I copped No mo' but chammy that's all I pop So solo with the fam that we all we got Hate for what, I live that life I done drove every car, I did that ice Done touched a few broads, some hid they wife I was too large to dodge, had to deal my life I kept it fair, I played the game Now it's time for the whole world to know my name AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings Just do the dance that's easy to do Lean back or that two-step, what's easy for you This jam is on and on and on Guaranteed airplay 'til your breath is gone! I get the money so I don't care, I do-I don't care, I do-I don't care New York get that money so I don't care, get the-get the money so I don't care Cali get that money so I don't care, I do-I don't care, I don't care Miami get that money so I don't care, get the-get the money so I don't care Detroit get that money so I don't care, I don't care, I do-I don't care Chi-Town get that money so I don't care, I don't care, I do-I don't care Atlanta get that money so I don't care, get the-get the money so I don't care
Just gimme the countdown Know where we goin [scratched: AZ] Uh-huh [AZ] [Streets is yours for the takin now] Feels so good [AZ] [AZ] You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble You see the change when the Range come through When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups Then one little thing just, leads to the next and Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and Just so we can go, you was free from the stress I guess it is what it is [Chorus: DJ Premier scratching] Creepin on a come up Streets is yours for the takin now Creepin on a come up I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful Creepin on a come up Streets is yours for the takin now I'm rather unique I'm from the place Brooklyn [AZ] You know the saga, who liver, who hotter Who shot at who at the Ramada I knew about beef since Bambaataa Before Beat Street streets was heavily deep with the riders Guns and money, some was hungry Dysfunctional families that come from junkies Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this So understand I know from firsthand The lies of a church man, high off his first gram [Chorus] [AZ] The jails is packed, the streets is wack It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed The coke is up, so now cushion throws what's up And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch The D's in the Capris too close to duck But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big 'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong You want more then long on to A-Z dot com [Chorus: w/ ad libs]
Intro/Chorus: (x2) Betcha don't know what's goin on If you don't know, we're gonna show you, oooohhhh It's on now, New Year, pop the pain Sun blaze thru the grey cloud, stop the rain Shear shirts by Chanel, baby, feel the breeze Drop top, me and shorty, while she be at my knees Let the wind blow, low fade, peep the glow Know my style from the foul days, keep it low Got new plans, worldwide, livin the life Any chick I make wife gon' shiver tonight Know the game, it's ups and downs learnin the ropes 26 years of age, just learnin to cope Came a long way but still got so far to go So by now, I guess you know, talk to me Chorus (x2) What if we all had minds alike? Thought the same Only few was taught to get this, divorce the game Visualized as a young cat, saw the dream Get large, shit hard, and assorted CREAM So many came that I saw and went wise on my ways Made livin for me more intense, divided my days Weekends, party nights, raffled the stakes Love sophisticated women, those that rather you wait Tipped it off from the finest juice to 90 proof Rocked it all, from designer suits to climbin boots All in the summertime, workin the courts Lookin mommy wit them thick legs, hurtin them shorts So many ladies in the world today searchin for mates Got these non-players perpin for dates, hold up Give me love if you've got it in ya, hot as Virginia Hot enough for me to slide this up in ya Chorus (x2) Got the solar, Nat King Cole in his prime So behold that, shoes unfold in each rhyme Move accordin like the Chosen Ones roamin the Earth Gettin head until I'm dead, decompose in the dirt Play the same spot, bitch cast, lost it all Rollin dice and G you're better, now you forced to ball Havin fun at the main event, toastin cups Quarter pieces tryin to get yours roastin up Play the game if you got toys to match your words You a vet, throw your net, nigga, catch some birds Only a few left, still sincere, spread love Thank God, it's a heaven above, talk to me Chorus to fade
N: Ay yo god Meet me at the Denise Williams concert tonight man Everybody there Stacy Latterson(?) Teen Marie (right right) everybody man (yeah yeah no doubt) I'm a bring one of my baddest stallions out you know You do the same iight AZ: You know how we play baby listen Im in the car wash right now but i'm a hit u soon as I'm right over there Right in the front right? N: Yeah AZ: Ok, iight got you
N: Son who laced you wit the ill haircut A: Lenny he blessed me wit the sharp blade That nigga's paid N: He make a pretty penny A: Yo you hurt wit them new pradas (true) Check mine they royal blue N: My shits is baby blue A: They powder blue N: Yo' shits is hotter A: You hotter wit them frames on N: Nigga you James Bond and you stay low A: You know my style babe bro (yeah) N: Make dough, manicure, facial, face glow A: Fuck it if u say so I keep it P.I.!!!!!! N: Thats how we break hoes We throwin ivory dice across the concrete A: And of course that don't make him yo' man because yo' palms meet N: We had the boxes bumpin la-dee da-dee (word) Shotties was blastin, pellets jumpin into everybody A: They never got me was cool wit all the park shooters sparkin bazookas sharpen your tooters cause we don't part in this newsers(?) N: Yo son i wouldn't change my life for nuttin A: And that ain't like u for frontin N: Who's the nicest? A: 'nuff talkin light somethin Yo we hard hit just like Camacho and Vargas Who's the target now watch how we close the market We both hard hit, just like Hagler and Hearns Add the math be concerned if its beef you burn Yo its sorta like Cartier(?) and Bill Cosby Lets do it again a beautiful blend lets do it to win My nigga My nigga My niggas My niggas My niggas My niggas N: What's todays mathematics A: We had it, we let 'em hold, it we shoulda sold it N: We back at it We coulda grabbed it but fuck it just let 'em have it A: Come through allah N: allah or akbar A: god is the greatest N: planet Mars we carved into faces A: You couldn't catch us in the car without the bangers believe, i touched a couple a movie stars and entertainers N: Indeed, one in particular almost started to name her I was there when u first pushed up and started to game her A: Been a long journey certain shit just don't concern me N: They ain't hurtin shit, we flip, they hire attorneys A: Yo i'm a stay custom Til i'm all gray and rust and reminiscin' the number chickens that claim we fucked 'em N: Bed some badder hoes than them motherfunky rappers chose Im tryin to wife a chick light a spliff this might be like another part to Life's A Bitch A: Right ya lips, who's nice as this, we righteousness, no mic assist, its murderous Granted the right to flip Chorus(2x) Like Spinks and Hearns....(music to fade)
Play time's over lime green rover Even after Remi still seems i'm sober My cream got lower them things got colder Ever since the last thing I caught in October June's now here move around where Parts of D.C what ya'll doin down there Dough gotta get flipped who gotta get hit Got a lot of work can't let shit sit I know down there it's slow down there Everything's double I can blow down there Next flight out i'ma jet right out Got the white floating on the 95 south See y'all soon it'll be around noon And y'all know a nigga style i'ma leave y'all room Dressed in old clothes step on no toes Money over bitches sexxin no hoes It's shit like that'll make you slip like that Crossed all up and get you hit like that The game ain't fair names ain't clear Everybody wanna hustle it's a shame I swear
Chorus: Bodies Gotta get caught (Niggas gotta die) Everybody wanna shit talk (Why niggas gotta lie?) Somebody gotta get scorched (Niggas gone fry) It's time niggas get taught (Stop gettin high) (repeat)
Ain't no rules no more nobody's cool no more But I ain't never give a fuck so screw y'all all Love to ball since school got moves and all Sweet J's three play I abuse the floor And there's certain niggas now I refuse to call Swtiching up on the cards only confused them all You got blocks go head move that wall Like to break shit down I give em two for four I'ma get my run few trips i'm done Wanna fuck but the work can't mix wit fun See the shit don't stop till i'm sittin on top And ain't nuttin like floating through picking up knots Y'all know that vibe a nigga's soul done died Play the board till the lord above close my eyes It's real like that why I feel like that Couldn't understand til I had to conceal a ghat But SOS don't play it goes both ways And we love hittin corners just like roach spray
Chorus
So if you love yourself you won't cross my path I gasoline niggas up and torch they ass 40 yards from the field goal caught the pass While you fumble shit knocked off half ya stash Had to be your work I see your hurt But any fool on the street gotta eat first I earnt that right i've turnt out nights Just now taking time out to learn about life It's more wise to it like why did I do it Why if I do it y'all would die if I use it
I'm readyy You know the chronicles the shit that if momma knew the stress the drama dude the techs phenominal rapid fire, pecs thru the adominal you bastard liars, it's me whos the honorable bathed and clothed up, shaved and close cut restraint from temptation was drained from both nuts hah.. now the physical form verbalized thru the scriptures i was Biblically born It's Ia Jerimiah, concieved thru the blunt fire On kawasakis could wheelie up on one tire Well respected, gel connected, got the method for the woody females perfected for sure, very few flaws, heavy chevy 2 doors candy painted to give a nigga the blue balls course, this the life i chose the bid, the 360, the cyphers closed c'mon The format is real sickening, contagious Here I come, AZ Still, i dont have to run no games i've done those thangs Young and gifted my tongues prolific in the beached bungalow is how i brung in christmas from the streets ima flow from the hungriest districts switch kicks, crisp when i come to them picnics play it slow, paper chase, stack, and lay low range rov, tinted all black the same old psychic mind, writes his ryhmes still turn the new leaf on my life of crime no concerns with new beef whos as nice as i'm its confirmed from feet i'm still a sniper blind built my fame, spilt my pain politicing daily still tryn to milk the game its obvious that i'm real rap skills remain i took some change and i'm still the same.. The format is real sickening, contagious Here I come, AZ Still, i dont have to run no games i've done those thangs Learned the system [?] from izm jotted my jewels down like journalism how ima ? now it emerged thru wisdom a pilgrim, prophisize puttin words to rhythm relatin', an Adam Clayton in manifestation patient, meditatin' with them animals waitin pacin', like an M-8 that sealed it's fate let some years escape but i'm still in shape Im Chillin.. deeply rooted, a beast with music from ? to the east im too at peace to lose it but love it, i still does it breathin off a Trump budget fresh outa Bloomies with the Louie luggage The format is real sickening, contagious Here I come, AZ Still, i dont have to run no games i've done those thangs
What's the use of me of me foolin myself? No matter what I keep tellin myself... What's the use of me of me foolin myself? No matter what I keep tellin myself... What's the use of me of me foolin myself? No matter what I keep tellin myself... What's the use of me of me foolin myself? No matter what I keep tellin myself... (I don't believe this... I'm makin all these moves.. for WHATT???) [Verse 1] I do me for a G Note, niece, she's yellin Nemo Mama bear, she there, losin hair cause of the chemo Every door buzz, little cause see at the peek hole Swearin he holdin heavy, hidin out from the RICO Coke sold by Chico out the corner bodega Him n Bobbito... la familia now finito! It's deep tho, its like my soul was stole by the repo Resowed in Carlito, and retold on Tivo Ice cold wit a ego, dice rolled and somebody's Deebo'd Trios expose dikes on the D' Low It's love wit my amigos, other niggaz they freeload Yeah he hold, but my homeys only unload torpedoes So please yo, I'm from the killa cap of the kilos Where niccaz clap, and fat bytches get yapped for their cheetos, its re-al But still blocks is hot like veal So cock block, or cop shot, nothin stops the P.O. [hook] What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa lalalalalalalaaaaa) No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Wont Stooooopp Cant Stooooooop) What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa lalalalalalalaaaaa) No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Cant Stooooopp Wont Stooooooop) What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa lalalalalalalaaaaa) No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Wont Stooooopp Cant Stooooooop) What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa lalalalalalalaaaaa) No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Cant Stooooopp Wont Stooooooop) [Verse 2] Wifee want an abortion, her parents divorcin Granted, I understand it, but my mans in a coffin Who planned it? I guess they panicked, cause they left him in Boston He died.... for a pie, identified by his porcelains It's caution, Unc just got a chunk of some fortune Bossin, I guess the paper supportin extortin Tossin it to them dealers, takin it like Lakers did Portland Cases is costin, so faces wont make it for talkin It's basics, they mistake once they replace it for flossin It soften, never high when dividin my portion Why forever fly till I die, dry from exhaustion Move accordin, like they keys on a organ No sneezin or coffin, I weeze when I'm walkin, indeed We under siege from those D's cause they stalkin Cars is auctioned, homes is seized OG's extortin the seeds, now its the new breed absorbin [hook] [Verse 3] The names is changed, the games the same It's playin fair, but years of Nightmares, like Dana Dane It ain't clear, but I'm right here still and sayin the same Refusin to shed a tear, tho the pain done came Provin I played the game, from cocain to fame From rope chains, gazelli frames, I remain to blame It's deep, but never speak certain names in vein I know beef, and when it peak, it can strain the brain No police, its just creep creep, bang for bang No grief, brothers deceased, others arraigned and hang None of us just eatin, maintain the strains The streets is just the streets, when it rain it rain [hook]
AZ: Yeah son, I know you can hear me man shit been crazy in the hood since that happen, hu but I found out the cat that did that, word to minds I'ma see him in a minute son, hu, it's on {Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum: Get ready for your final thrill.} AZ: I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots you cop at Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back That's what you get when you borrow shit, and never pay back So nigga say that, frontin' like you can't lay flat You a rat, plus you started this beef from way back Cats you sip wit, even feel you on some flipped shit Thought I was twisted Beat that, been home since Christmas Got the word where your bird live, out in L.I. From this next bitched named Trista sell lye in Bed Stuy So nigga what now? Got the whole game fucked now Who you trust now? See you tinted up your truck now No need to back track, next time know who you blast at For gettin' black clapped, got your cousin killed and nap napped Now the streets know, nuttin' left for us to keep low Never sleep though, on point and make a nigga reach low Up in Brooke Dale, heard my little man took 12 Jagged hook shells, doctors claim he don't look well Left his mom stressed, now it's time to bomb the projects Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat Put the word out, so vexed I even curse your bird out She don't deserve clout, flippin' wit the cotton herb mouth On Pottemscott, me and Wop, nickel gats cocked The way we popped uo so shocked, niggas made our backs rock Broad daylight, y'all hustle fake, and don't play right Holdin' shit wit broken clips that spit, but don't spray right Clothes, cars & ice, hard to remember starvin' nights Niggas startin' fights, Narcs in the dark, cold cloggin' pipes Starvin wifes, used to buy weight at bargain price Now we scarred for life, clog is desolvin', slowly outta sight All illin', navigatin' four wheelin' Alcohol spillin', marinatin' on your killin' Like a contest losters fall, winner takes all Judges make calls, Kings stand behind the 8 ball (8 ball) {Tim Roth from Hoodlum: You're a dead fuckin' nigger! You hear me? You're dead!} {Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum: Get ready for your final thrill.} CHORUS: [AZ] I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at (yeah) Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched (get it snatched) Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya to back (uh huh) I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched (keep frontin') Watch that, know where your moms shop at (Wor) Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at {Tim Roth piece} Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched Watch that, know where your moms shop at Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back (top back, top back, top back, top back.....)
New yor undercover baby, whole lot of things done changed It's alot of people puttin black eyes in the game, know what I mean I had my glocked cocked, but took a fall now I'm off my feet I gotta eat, so its back to these fuckin streets And I will grow cause I'm an old timer I bring the drama to any nigga, his baby or his fuckin mama I gotta look like Tevin Campbell But still I gamble, hustle and scramble Cause money is muscle in this damn zoo And in order to make it You gotta take it Be the boom blast boom spin Don't break but don't fake it That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas blood I spilt Took what they built, flippin their drug game on tilt Cause in New York, dealin drugs is a sport You either sell, smoke it shoot up or snort Anyway your caught And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it Skies sets the limit Ain't no being some motherfucker's lieutenant Shit, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly Yeah, its either doe or die Chorus: (Repeat 2X) It's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle sometimes It's like a jungle sometimes, the weed smoke makes me wonder How I keep from going under And other hoods I hang with Mix slang in they language Love, kickin that gang shit Sellin on the same strip Hustlin hard, no matter how much we hated So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related Shit, puff bananas Not even the cops can stand us Cause of the way we vanish, everytime they come to can us 25 we get the money live Fuck all that funny jive The streets is our only source to survive And when corny teeny boppers think about tryin to stop us I rather put your head, through the propella of a helicopter Cause all my peeps be playin for keeps Straight out the litter, so bitter These bandits don't even need sweets Bringin the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers Move at night like truckers When suckers see us, they duck us Shit, only the real can relate to the hungry man I try It's either doe or die Chorus And ever since I was a tarface Baby, watchin Scarface I dreamed of guns and tons of coke in a car chase A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian Plus props for crooked cops, payin him tops not to run me in Keepin my toaster in a shoulder holster Havin hoes playin me closer Sex on a silk sofa Livin the life of the rich and trife Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife Without stress from some bitchin wife What a life That's why I be on what I be on Always ready a war for Score a shoulder put me on And until then, I won't sealin what I'm feelin It was inside that I cried, but now its spillin I'm goin all out Until I fallout So much of a menace, when I finish Bilkin New York, I'll have to call out On the run, cause I know feds will try and knock me And railroad my soul to a hell hole if they got me But not me I'm goin out fightin until I fry From hot lead no lie Like I said its either doe or die Chorus Realizin the realism of life and actuality Fuck whose the baddest Through personal status, through pimps or salary Chorus If not why not Either your in it, or your in the way Baby Pa New yields, no quills I want it all
[Intro: AZ] Yes, yes, ladies and gentlemen I'll like to thank you for your support, love Not only to me, but to the whole hip-hop industry itself We as a whole, we've been weathering in the Storm From the start, 30-plus years ago to now But uh, like all weapons of hate, we perceiver So allow me to speak not only for me But on behalf of the hip-hop coalition Every hood, every ghetto across the United States of America [Verse 1: AZ] Yea, as a youngin' I was sittin'- spittin' sponge-in' Just learnin' the life, and Christ second comin' Well mannered and nice, got advice from women But when the money get tight, the stomach start grumblin' It was some of then, wasn't all Hammers then Went in the Benz, it was kingpin and bubblin' We started huddlin', puttin' in, and jugglin' A shear later we straight, no more strugglin' But that was only the start The love between homey started fallin' apart I guess anything's addictive when it's callin' your heart Death and incarceration had us all in the dark We was done, some'll say we had a beautiful run And the beauty is skin deep was beneath the slums I was numb, that was like speakin' in tongues So relax, I adapt within a week I was sprung Spoke facts on the track, it's like squeezin' a gun No more crack, all the boys on my back hearin' RUN Yea, I changed & came, all them years, on the stairs G Rap & Kane I felt pain, them beamers still lurkin' my brain But the ways is the most high is to preserve to explain It was the fame, that focused me, perfected my game And like that, there's so many others that this rap will remain And in exchange, we give fans the force of the reign To feed, nurture, and breed, and be the voice of the slain It's a shame, but that real shit come wit the life And in order to obtain you gotta sacrifice It's like cuttin' your bitch shorter, don't pass on fights I'ma tourer, so you know all my facts is right Plus my Aurora is like used spoilers on the porch at night So be polite, just go for them critics that write This is Rap, we from the hood, just tryin' to get a slice Some'll bite, but the most just coast wit ice And rock a little chain, get a little brain [Immediately changes to AZ talking] Ha ha-ha ha, yea, hey, it is what it is You know Rap has no rules See my enlightener he-he once told me once said If there is no devilish-men, then there won't be Godliness One can't exist without the other Knaw'mean?, it's like a Doctor is only needed to heal And he caters to the sick, so the sick must exist, ya heard? A Minister - he only gives sermon to - uh you know - Those seeking for forgiveness - so them sinners must exist You know? it's simple simplistic, ha ha-ha ha It's AZ the GOD - Constantine - Quiet Money for life This is What I Do, I'm here
I know, it get kinda hard sometimes, We all looking for some kind of, outlet to plug into, but ahh,
From the corners of street, In every hood and every ghetto (AZ) Every hood I'm the proof of what could be, if you try If you wanna try (AZ) It's on you All the haters wanna see, (AZ) Uh uhn A nigga's life in misery (AZ) Uh uhn But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
Handcuffed by the wrist and tied in the feet So stressed, wish that I could die in my sleep And Lord knows, thru his grace I done tried it wit peace But it's like niggas ain't happy 'til they finally deceased Feel the grief, of a street, nigga that turned to rap And just applied everything that he learned from crack I'm in now, it's life ain't no turning back It been foul so what kinda concerns is that Peep the signs of the eyes 'cuz it tell it all One of the few in the streets that was selling it raw Made mistakes, but it made me intelligent more And how I move, you could still look and tell I was poor How can the hate from another man stop my flow That's like another pimp thinking he can knock my hoe I'm here now, just trying to copp and blow Couple of cars and lot's of doe
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto I'm the proof of what could be, if you try If you wanna try All the haters wanna see A niggas life in misery But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
One by one, seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall You seen one nigga ball, you done seen 'em all Even standup niggas seen 'em lean and crawl What makes a man wanna fiend for more Life itself is more than a trial or a quest Intelligent wise, it's like I done ran with the best And very rarely, you can catch me casually dressed I'm more relaxed in a hat and some sweats Doing me, been amongst some of the street's most strongest men Around for months then they gone again Incarcerated, penalized for the love of they acts Criminals, cold-hearted, now what's fucing wit that? Where we at? hit inside of a life that's rarely exposed Spoken in codes for the killers that daily'll dose Get yours, hit a quota then get indoors Get legit then get them stores
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto I'm the proof of what could be, if you try If you wanna try All the haters wanna see A niggas life in misery But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
So now it's on y'all, could see, I done figured it out Only a few could say that they been in my house And caroused at my wall color, blend with my couch I'm as low as you can go in the south When it's too deep, it's hard for the mind to relate Some say I'm too street and way too involved wit the snakes What make a man bigger that life, I'm twice his age Understand I'm a sinner but I'm nice some ways Knee-deep in what I speak 'cuz I spit the truth I become angelic when I sit in the booth Just a thought of all the ill shit that lurk in streets How can another real nigga wanna work wit police Bad enough you got thiefs and the beef is rough I took an oath just to smoke, eat, sleep and fuck Knowledge of self, I'ma do this regardless of wealth Regardless of how the deck and how the cards get dealth
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto I'm the proof of what could be, if you try If you wanna try All the haters wanna see A niggas life in misery But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
[Note: same beat as Prodigy (Mobb Deep) Keep It Thoro] [Intro: AZ] Yea, niggaz actin' like the rap game is over Like we in New York, it's East coast baby [Verse One: AZ] I get doe, head, whole lot of hate to cop my LP It's like them hoes can't wait Stimulate the minds of them killers upstate And these snakes among deceive I diss was dead weight Use to hit niggaz with work and the crate Guerrilla rap will still smack the smirk of your face Was jail baited bounced from strip bitches got raped Now the dick game is so insane I can't fake The stakes when you fuckin' with chicks chasin' them brakes So if they ain't holdin' bank then they can't get the H.N.I.C. and shit A hustler's rap artist, pardon, AZ stats regardless Heartless, haunt niggaz like the anti Christ My advice 'fore you lose your life, is think twice Before you creep on it, put beef on it, sleep on it The weak get left in the streets with no garments Ice grillin' niggaz, to me it's the most harmless Don't embarrass yourself, you way out of foreign grounds When niggaz bullshit with them pounds I don't fuck around dunny, I lay it down, keep it thoro.. [Outro: AZ] Yea, certified now, Quiet Money mafia Brooklyn, Final Call, ya heard
[N] Aiyyo God, yo meet me at the Denice Williams concert tonight man [N] E'rybody there, Stacy Lattisaw, Teena Marie, e'rybody man [A] Yeah yeah no doubt [N] I'ma bring one of my baddest stallions man [A] {*laughing*} [N] You do the same aight? [A] You know how we play baby, listen [A] I'm at a car wash right now [A] but I'ma hit you as soon as I'm right over there [A] Right in front right? (yeah) Okay, aight gotchu
[N] Son who laced you with the ill haircut? [A] Lenny, he blessed me with the sharp blade, that nigga's paid [N] He make a pretty penny [A] Fo'sho, you hurt 'em with the new Prada's (true) [A] Check mines they royal blue [N] My shits is baby blue [A] They powder blue (yo' shits is hotter) [A] You hotter with them frames on [N] Nigga you James Bond, and you stay low [A] Y'know my style babe bro (yeah, make dough) [N] Manicure, facial, face glow [A] Fuck it if you say so; I keep you P.I.! [N] That's how we break hoes [N] We throwin ivory dice across the concrete [A] And of course that don't make him your man because y'all palm weed [N] We had boxed bumpin La-Di-Da-Di (word?) [N] Shotties was blastin, pellets jumpin into everybody [A] They never got me [A] Was cool with all the park shooters, sparkin bazookas [A] Sharpen your tutors, cause we don't pardon the snoozers [N] Yo son I wouldn't change my life for nuttin [A] And that ain't like you for frontin [N] Who's the nicest? (Nuff talkin, light somethin)
[Chorus: Nas + AZ] Yo we hard hit, just like Comacho and Vargas Who's the target? Now watch how we close the market We both hard hit, just like Hagler and Hearns Add the math, be concerned, if it's beef you burn Yo it's sorta like, Poitier and Bill Cosby 'Let's Do It Again,' a beautiful blend, let's do it to win My nigga - my nigga - my niggaz - my niggaz My niggaz - my niggaz - uhh..
[N] What's today's mathematics? [A] We had it, we let 'em hold it, we shoulda sold it [N] We back it, we could grabbed it [N] But fuck it, just let 'em have it [A] Al 'Humdulillah [N] Allahu Akbar [A] God is the greatest [N] Planet Mars, we carvin the faces [A] You couldn't catch us in a car without the bangers [A] Believe, I touched a couple of movie stars and entertainers [N] Indeed, one in particular, almost started to name her (ha ha) [N] I was there when you first pushed up and started to game her [A] Been a long journey, certain shit just don't concern me [N] They ain't hurtin shit; we flip, they hire attorneys [A] Yo I'ma stay custom, 'til I'm old grey and rustin [A] Reminiscin the number of chickens that claim we fucked 'em [N] Bet some badda hoes than them other funky rappers chose [N] I'm tryin to wife a chick, light a spliff (okay) [N] This might be like another part to Life's a Bitch [A] Write ya lips, who's nice as this? We righteousness [A] No mic assists, it's murderous - granted the right to flip
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
[Nas] Like, Spinks and Hearns.. Sorta.. Poitier and Bill Cosby 'Let's Do it Again,' nigga..
