AZ: Yeah . . . Word up CHORUS: [AZ] Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Word Up) It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Yeah...How we livin'?) While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name AZ {Verse One} Dreams fulfilled, gave us more room to build Strong climb made more time for wounds to heal I can see the sun, must've been blessed to be the one Set free to run, same baby moms, new seed to come Breathin' lungs, through the sonogram see the thumb So regardless, male or female, love either one G's and tons branched out, coped the ranch house In ?Grand Martin? needed some space to plot my plans out Speak of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker type Be for ?kites? pushin' a stick make you breeze through life See through sites, gun shots, used to run spots Slung rocks, nearly got rich off of one block Saw the light, caught a case, couldn't afford to fight Lawyer white, had to cop out or face more than life Poison bites, my brain, flyin' high flames Tryin' to change, trapped between worlds kinda strange CHORUS: [AZ] Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie (Yeah) Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Yeah) While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name (That's how we Come at 'em) Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Yeah) It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Uh Huh) While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name AZ {Verse Two} Yo it's either or, used to by girl ?Lee Rahol? G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, devils believe in war
[AZ:] AZ, revelations is here In the end, nobody wins In this game of life [Verse 1:] From a street level, you eat with the devil here Dance with the wolves, keep that heat on your metal here Nobody cares, cuz everybody rebels here It's so real, you ain't even gotta double dare You can hear, all them cries from the ghetto here Lies is what they sell you here Why would you settle here? Ha, I'm trying to hide from them haters here Get high, stay fly in the latest gear But some how, homocide is like the Matrix here Why we gotta take it there, just for us to make it fair Yeah, and I'm losing all my patience here I try to wonder why them tauruses vacation here It's them dollars that, all of us is chasing here German Jamaican beer, few of us is taking here Yeah, ain't no winners we just dissapear It ain't just sinners niggaz snitching here, listen here [Chorus: x2] Aint no winners in this game of life Some'll claim that they came here twice My God My advise, never change you stripes Cuz ain't no winners in this game of life [Verse 2:] Yeah, it's only here where you lose all your morals here You get used, all the girls giving orals here Most dudes, for some reason feel immortal here The cause is where they call you here The government extort you here Yeah, your own loved ones'll cross you here And of course, being a boss it'll cost you here I swear, crack fiends is trying to short you here I need some kind of coffee here I'm mad momma brought me there Yeah, this Hennessey got me sausy here Don't wanna kill but still they trying to force me there Can't chill, my chicks trying to talk me there But that ain't how they taught me here I can never walk in fair NO, cell phones is walky-talkies here Yeah, it's like my nightmares stalk me here I'm a beast till them motherfuckers chalk me here Leave me in a flossy pair You know it's not my choice we here [Chorus: x2] Aint no winners in this game of life Some'll claim that they came here twice My God My advise, never change you stripes Cuz ain't no winners in this game of life [Verse 3:] Yeah, I feel lost in this motherfucking jungle here If you ain't live I advise you not to come through here No lie, most these guys ain't to humble here The livest crews tumble here We drive through them tunnels here Yeah, trying to survive through the summer here It's shaky grounds everybody got a number here We make sounds but we communicate under here Niggaz facing hundred years Some mothers is unwanted here Yeah, even taskforce don't want it here Shit, was all the crash course coming here It's so dark, it's even shady when the sun in here All of us is done in here Ain't nowhere to run in here [Chorus: till fade] Aint no winners in this game of life Some'll claim that they came here twice My God My advise, never change you stripes Cuz ain't no winners in this game of life
[Featuring Foxy Brown, Panama P.I.] AZ: Just like a motion picture, gun fire froze a nigga Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over quicker Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to bust and blow Empty out before the Po Po come bust the show Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over what? Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no time for aimin' Back arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas blazin' One fell, callin' for help, heard him yell My last shell, tore through his spine, it's time to bail It's slow motion, dust in my clothes started ?boatin'? It's bizarre copin', my blood flowin' like the Art Of Goshen Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow pacin' No destination, it's up North a nigga facin' CHORUS: Panama P.I. If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down Do whatever it takes, cuz that's the breaks, money make this world go 'round AZ: I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent Self Defense, incarceration couldn't help repent Caught in commotion at the time I felt it, felt intense Him or me, it's misery through my memory But mentally, outcome wise I feel no sympathy You know the streets, how some niggas could go for weeks Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know it's beef Know it's deep, I live my life on the creep Tinted Jeeps, bulletproof coupes move Mystique Foxy Brown: (AZ) Let him speak, my dogg is innocent It was my gats (Boo I got this), this cat named Roberto it's certain Desert Ease in my skirts end Let my nigga live (Oha), while I breed us up a kid Face this little bi - tch AZ: No explanation, speedy trial, fuck the extra waitin' Hesitatin', they know the time a nigga facin' So what's the verdict? CHORUS (overlaps the last line of AZ's verse) AZ: I feel ill inside, though my life is still a ride Some may criticize, but it's a blessin', that I'm still alive From all the smoke lit, all the hoes hit, all the cold shit From comin' that close gettin' my dome split Spreaded out, so much on my mind, gotta let it out To live, and die for a cause I feel dead with out Check my rap sheet, no prior cases, just some Tech's beef Charged with drunk drivin' once, but I was half 'sleep Swervin', off of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a rented Suburban I must've dozed when I was turnin' But peep this, I'm on trial now, no sign of weakness No secrets, just goin' to court, & I'm tryin' to beat this A new Don, another score, another new born, been too long Here's a dick jury for y'all to chew on {Judge's voice: Order in the court, order in the court That's contempt of court!} CHORUS (2 times) Panama P.I.: If we all gonna die
[Verse 1] Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me Homicide can't scare me I o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga The type that can build with ya Verbalize bring life to a still picture, its God given Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty Truly my only duty is to dodge prison Play wit me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me Regardless the circumstances I'ma stay filthy Doe forever, the live stay low forever And fuck niggaz, cause it's hard to keep them close together No dependant, no wife, no co-defendant No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance
[Chorus] Aiyo, holler if you with me niggaz Swallow if you with me trick Feel me when I talk about this (Gangsta Shit) I got niggaz in jail for life behind this (Gangsta Shit) We stand ride and get down for this (Gangsta Shit) Play with me if you want to nigga Trick where's my money at You die fucking with me in this (Gangsta Shit) I wouldn't have it any way beside this (Gangsta Shit) And when I grow I want to go out on some (Gangsta Shit)
[Verse 2] Listen, I'm not mixed with any studios tricks And no special effects, that you see in flicks It's all rugged, you gotta love it College dorm tape back niggaz gotta dub it Was taught smart, I never had thoughts in my heart I'm stand up My photograph it's like a porch of art, please respect Your ignorance could lead to your death, so don't do it I firmly believe in finesse its no other Come fuck with the clothe lover Coupe pushing dro puffing paper taking hoe toucher toast with me It's like the ghost of Frank Nitty wrote with me For self rock smoke a whole 50, I'm way different Only bitch niggaz stay riffing Show boating til they lay stiffing Do the knowledge, smooth niggaz move lovers Holla back it's on you daddy, you decide it Throw the dice
[Chorus]
I'm adored by the most live Hustler or rap nigga toured on both sides It's all the same, spot game do a close die Won't close shop until mother-fuckers know tie Recognize prepare for the second rise I'm certified, currency is what I'm specialize So pay homage, relate like the Masonic Knowing no man ever really escaped bondage We all trapped, don I started all of that Jewels and bottles, y'all bums y'all need to fall back Ya'll all birds, speaking using wrong words Fuck a woofer, this winter I'm rocking long furs Loosing your face, I move with unusual grace the games locked Retime on proof my taste, y'all can't see me Crab niggaz can't be me Broke bitches regardless y'all can't G me It ain't easy
No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia Peru, uncut baby, what? Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin It seems sickenin, but what? Whatever makes the pockets thickin Fuck police and no remorse for the beasts That's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece Some lost sheep, runnin thru strips, thinkin of top dealers Fillin Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas Shovin a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso Skitzo, clepto, killin shit up throughout the metro My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug investments Sketch my reference, takin papers considered preference And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation So what you're facin, is realism that's in activation Livin off land with five honeys playin my hand Me and fam, sippin off Guinness stout and eatin clams It's all part of plans, a vet chillin in Tamps, West and Stans Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands Hook: What? For my Height niggas (Uncut) Trife niggas (Raw), 25-to-life niggas This is as, pure as opium, purified for street players to open em Space, like three els laced with coke in em Shots awoken em, fake uniform takes the portion of Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin em However though, fake ass niggas'll never know Cos my method's perfected, I'm movin sceptic and never show I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low While I'm sippin Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Moe A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica Puffin exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper So exhale, cos if I don't live to tell Then fuck it, if well, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell Hook So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and weed sellers What the fuck cats can tell us if they ain't got bread to bail us? Happy to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore Plenty young for war, gettin their minds flunked and sore Yo dun, cock the 4..... Motherfuckers think we're playin, back em down Holdin niggas for high stitches, what? What?
[Verse 1:] I got haze blue and strawberry dro and diesel I got kush and cannabis and all shades are lethal Enough to puff with all my people Chunks in the truck like the stuff was legal Nothin but dutches I'm amoungst the evils Bongs to breathe through my first time was preeschool
[Hook:] Get high, Get fly, Get lye
[Verse 2:] I got tons of guns but I love that mac Automatics love to tug those back Snubnoses for my hoes that pack Big toys like them boys in Iraq Click clacks'll put your brains in your lap Open on thats the first time I blacked
[Hook]
[Verse 3:] I got Gucci, Pradas, Louis and all I got it for the spring, the summer, the winter, fall I got Bagarvy shades, Chrichendiors Tims and hoodies just for war Suits and hardbottoms respect no law Open in the mall the first time I Balled
[Hook]
[Verse 4:] I got chicks thats all thick and in shape, and love it Flicks and videos, shit, I does it Some that cry, cum, and some thats rugged One thats sprung when she done she hum it One home body and one I run with Ménage, massage, and word to God
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Lord knows I did
[Hook]
[Verse 5:] I got cribs in the suburbs, the hood, and the city A low crib with the wiz thats pretty A crew crib where niggas bring biddies A crib out mid, thats hid like Diddy's A tropic spot out in the Caymans A Cali spot the first time I copped
[Hook]
[Verse 6:] I got love for thugs and hustlers period Hate for snakes I take that serious Respect for ballers and those that stack Appreciation for broads with back Death for losers that snitch and tell My homie homes first day on bail
[Hook]
[Verse 7:] I got 5 albums out 4 to go A paper fetish I love the dough Love for V's that speed and blow Knowledge of self if you need to know Patrone,Crissy, even Cleeko Bitch so big I had to a pimp
Yeah, you see, some men see things the way they are, and say, why? I see things that never was and say, why not? Just wanna be there, you know? y'all realize, I hold this down
East New York, Eighty-two, First pumas navy blue First wife Kiesha Wilson with love, she was my baby boo Crazy crew, paying dues, few of us made it thru Front window, Ms. Glady's, that was my favorite view Hated school, never went, hookie was better spend Right around the time the god rocks smoking dead presidents Devilish ever since, seeking for hope, needing some form of nourishment It's eighty-eight skin starting to radiate Hit on my baby-face mama bear could see that I'm there She finally gave me space change of pace moving quicker Consuming liquor, humping on some chicks pussy Trying to undo her zipper Gucci slippers who can diss us? 40 deuce movie pictures What other way but poetically can I prove we scriptures? Drugs sold 'em, cars rode 'em, guns near my scrotum, Got locked, got right out, gave what I owed 'em Five when they buried Will killed 'Po killed Phil Murdered Donald Jones, shot clip hit Bill Prince in prison, damn, Yam still living I can see him up in heaven my nigga dance to the rhythm God, show me a better way, give me another day Open the lane up so I can make these fuckers pay
Fo sho, I just wanna be there, you know? Realize what I'm worth, the work I put in And I brought to the table through the years I ain't the average, ya heard? Respect my gangsta, it's all hustle Steal it on 'em, you know?
Loving da game you gave me, loving my name is AZ Never sold millions, but fuck it I'm here to save the babies Look how a lady raised me, so would say he crazy I'm just a nigga from Brooklyn repping the streets that made me Rapping for quite a while, all around, tighter style One of the flyest with the brightest smile, try me how? Save all the aggra-zations, keep all the confrontations I'm sitting contemplating trying to crack the combination Move mystique mostly months that I keep cozy At time I creeped only this is what the East showed me More on to music making trying to renew relations Ducking the dudes that's hatin', please don't make me lose my patience I put it down for y'all my face surrounds Allah My catalogue consists of a hundred thousand bars The god, please respect me, ya heard?
[Featuring Nas] Intro: Nas Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC Gimme what you can't get back Gimme, why don't you gimme the world Gimme what you can't get back, for the five burroughs Verse 1: AZ Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money-gettin niggas need my assistance to stock figures, beyond non-existence Fuck keepin my distance, cos bein poor produced persistence Plus plea's, a hundred G's, I had me blockin out of jail centres I'm recognised by the illest of individuals Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into jewels But still sceptic on who I cling to Cos every single nigga that swing thru, ain't my man just cos we mingle To mistake shit, even females be feedin off that fake shit Filled with envy and hatred but my high hopes help me escape it Temporarily the window world, don't read the wise Verbally nourish me, properly with that inner city, urban GC I fucked with those beyond my age bracket cos they analyse and mack to get the papers and stack it Leavin no trace to track it, keep on thinkin tappers is accurate That mack shit, livin the lifestyle, we filled with black wit Chorus: Nas, (AZ) Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs) Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's) Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you knew that) Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders) Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us) Gimme what you can't get back, for the five burroughs Verse 2: AZ So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe And in too, I touch a million-plus, ain't much to discuss Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with lizards It's realism so I visualisin to live it Movin cleverly wit intentions of longevity Strong pedigree got me touchin papers, others would never see, G So do the crest in my claw, flourescents symbolises the essence, you're sailin in a sweppervescence Drug investments, a street thug's plug, the insurance, but informers they had you wanted for warrants 'fore you get enourmous Life's a performance so players play wit endurance cos from war sense, any villain's willing to get more intense They tried to break us but all it did was just make us travel across acres for papers, bonafide money takers Cos though we know somehow we all gotta go As long as we're leavin thievin, we'll be leavin wit some kind of doe, so... Chorus: Nas, (AZ) Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs) Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's) Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you knew that) Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders) Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us) Gimme what you can't get back (It's real, NYC) Just gimme (QB) Just gimme (B-K, VT) Gimme what you can't get back (See me, AZ y'all, representin) Just gimme (Yeah, the street life is trife life) Why don't you gimme the world (Representin) Gimme what you can't get back (Life's a bitch......)
Intro: (*guy talking*) Yo God, thru the knowledge, God, it's like this This world is rude and controlled by society That exists with the societies, that exists, with the societies, God You understand? These secret societies is manouvering within society To Control society That's why society is outta control 33rd and one third, I heard the illuminated ones, huh Verse 1: The last days we're facin, that's the case when the emanicpation Proclamation decays, back to the plantation The government plottin a nuclear detonation Destroyin vegetation, water, the Newer Order means starvation The I on the dollar symbolise illumination Of society, secretly overseein population Understand it, the government plans to enslave the planet I'm trapped in a faze, thinkin of ways, can it Happen? 85 percent of the population nappin Prayin in churches, catchin the Holy Ghost clappin Across the border travellin, I found the Nile across the water Teachin my peoples the age of the Newer Order Twenty five to click blood line, we toast off wine Snap clips in 9's, wit minds more advanced than Einstein And Murman, knock down walls like Berlin Take it out, we can't get in We can't win Chorus: We can't get out and we can't get in We can't get out and we can't get in We can't get out and we can't get in We can't get outttttttttttt Verse 2: See I, wrote up a composition, I made a decision For competition, some invite lifestyles that I be livin Wit tribes I been in, wit the little brothers that's sinnin So I started to vision, crack fiends formin On collision, my mind is in that position for soul fishin My only dream was to be a musician Better yet a mortician, that's the life condition Cos everybody knows they gonna die, crackers they analyse ????? plus I feels the vibe, mother cries Plenty mothers that tries, now that she knows her son's gonna die Take a trip, pass the lye, now ease The mind escape from the crimes of New York times Cos I'm one of the brothers who made it throughout the others The Rotten Apple's tryin to break loose from these shackles No doubt, I follow routes, guzzlin Hennessey, mixed wit style In the ghetto, we can't get out We can't win Chorus Verse 3: Nothin can stop the nation, elevation, daily operation Since man creation, we increase the population Proper education, got us tappin in information Preventin from gettin locked under top-secret investigation Guiliani's part of Illuminati A million minds in one body designed to decline society They wanna lease 1.2 billion deceased While the rest is left with the mark of the beast on their domepiece Prepare, the signs of the times now are near That I'll wake scare, findin Zaire, soon be here So tune your ears, and be saved from a slave Cos in a matter of days I'ma E-Q your brainwaves AZ the Visualiza is wise as Elijah Here to advise ya, and bring out the realness that's up inside ya Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation Chorus: We can't win We can't get out and we can't get in We can't get out and we can't get in We can't get out and we can't get in We can't get outttttttt We can't get out and we can't get in We can't get out and we can't get in We can't get out and we can't get in We can't get outtttttttt
Азъ Текст песни: Half A Mil (Interlude) (Featuring Half A Mil)
AZ: Ha, ha, ha, new drink, Balley's and Henny you ain't got no Henny, get the Remy you ain't got the Remy, any cognac'll do. . . Smooth criminal shit baby. . .
Half-A-Mil: Kaiser Sosa intention Glide in a Hummer wit the flyin' saucer engine Willied out, at my crib in the winter having cookouts Smack by witch, look out I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us They mad cuz we jump outta cabs, and hop on the bus Copin' dust, Firm Clique rock the whole Metropolis Bitches who burn dick won't put a stop to us Niggas who. . . . . .
[Verse 1] Finally from every dimension with few restrictions From up north to the youth detentions, I lay it down Clear enough for who choose to listen, we all thorough Infected by cruel intentions, but who the wise The lies got two disguises, the surprise Is to know when to utilize it, stay alert The street talkers say the worst So overall you gotta watch where you play in the dirt, it's just the rules A killer could be just as cool, it's no image Camouflaged right next to the fools, so who's who It's the game that chooses you A lot of shit is more easier to say than do, show and prove Maintainers never blow they cool Understand, every man should really know these jewels, I'm feeling live Slim with a gorilla vibe Away from haters 'cause I know what they feel inside, but never worry
[Chorus] Blowing cess in the dark (What your day about?) Playing chess in the park (What your day about?) Taking trips every week (What your day about?) Spending chips on them freaks (What your day about?) Getting money all night (What your day about?) Betting houses on the dice (What your day about?) Got your vest and your heat (What your day about?) Get respect in the street (What your day about?)
[Verse 2] Young in the mind with a old spirit Hot blood with a heart that's so frigid, melodic music Expressed through slow lyrics I only spit it for the niggas that hold digits, and don't front I know about the coke blunts and Remy nights Got a cousin up in Elmira sending me kites I'm felt, the ice in my ears don't melt I could drink a whole bottle for delf and won't belch Believe it's the same me ducking the D's Eighty-six with the do-rag, cuff in the Lee's Appraise this, biological' I'm ageless Psychologically, I show amazement Salute, been blessed with the [...?] of a coupe Hoping the real just respect what I'm trying to produce Quiet Money is the empire, bigger than rapping Fuck niggas 'cause I been fired, that's what's that
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] From the streets to the track board Bubble up, from the crack to the rap laws, visualize We all uncivilized, the trained behavior As kids taught to memorize, copy and mimic I travel through the blocks that's dimmest Fly nigga, use my teeth to pop the top off a Guinness, never hate With the hunger of a heavyweight I stay balanced in the mind when I meditate, and blow trees Every verse is like a o-z I know niggas in the 'hood like they know me, so no beefing It's nothing that could stop me from eating, too in tune Taught to heal through the doctrines and teaching, redeemed For women I'm the man of their dreams, stand alone When I zone nothing coming between, let's get money The trick is to flip money, double up Dirty or legit money, it's all the same
Half-A-Mil (Interlude) AZ: Ha, ha, ha, new drink, Balley's and Henny you ain't got no Henny, get the Remy you ain't got the Remy, any cognac'll do. . . Smooth criminal shit baby. . .
Half-A-Mil: Kaiser Sosa intention Glide in a Hummer wit the flyin' saucer engine Willied out, at my crib in the winter having cookouts Smack by witch, look out I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us They mad cuz we jump outta cabs, and hop on the bus Copin' dust, Firm Clique rock the whole Metropolis Bitches who burn dick won't put a stop to us Niggas who. . . . . .
{fades directly into Love Is Love}
Love Is Love
AZ: See...this is what I mean...when we come together like this incredible things take place... see we connect thoughts to collect shorts, and only the strong survive... I love my black people...we are the future...
{Nina Simone sample: Black is the color of my true love's hair, his face so soft & wondrous cared}
AZ {Verse One} Chop the pie up, four ways, get lyed up Infiltrate, never violate get tied up It's all a chess game, choose sides, the best remains True lies, vibes die when bums infest the game Bogus shit shots, you woke but let your man get locked I love this hip-hop, stock the bank let the Crist pop Peep the next shit, push a big Benz, fuck a Lexus The streets was hectic, so I stacked and made my exit More doe to get, focus my thoughts for me to go legit Ferosious shit, cop a huge castle, on the ocean cliff Imagine that, a few years back, I was baggin' cracks Magnum gats, playin' street corners, commitin' savage acts Twistin' up, nuttin' but love, for niggas sittin' up Hold your own, try comin' home wit out gettin' touched Two for one, laws made foul how they do the young Whose new to come, tried to tell shorty he shoulda threw the gun
{Nina Simone sample: Black is the color of my true love's hair, of my true love's hair.}
Half-A-Mil {Verse Two} Knowledge the green Wallies, all I see Mama hold math like caller I.D. Chose the path that chose me I'ma tell you like G-o-d told me Greed, lust, hate, and envy sweeped us from Shemtie Keep us from simply, unifyin', organizin' We all are fallin', when we think we all are risin' We pop Crist on the horizon, topless chicks wit thick thighs & I'd rather be civilizin', enterprisin', improvisin' Temperature risin', L.O. Heem gave me the guidance Told me leave those 85ers alone, blend wit the wise men That buy 80 G stones, twin Mercedes at homes Fuck a juck, spend 10 Gs alone on chrome When I die they'll take my chromosomes and clone clones Two hundred and eight bones Microchip kits, we most dominant You know what time it is, that's why I exist Jump out of limo, lims, fire the blitz, wise scientist Applyin' this, ?lavi, then wide this I'm survivin' this, quiet tribalness, finalist Year 2000, flyin' the whips 9 cent, mind bent, 1999 rhyme alignment
{Nina Simone sample: Blaaaaaaaaaaack is the colorrrrrrrrrr}
Nature {Verse Three} We went from, arraignments to entertainment 24 seve, the same shit, playin' the strip livin' dangerous Bottle after bottle, soon became a ritual The patterens we follow, others found 'em difficult I guess it's obvious As to what my hobby is The root of all evil, pollute the scene niggas by the kids Gettin' caught up, the same game done left 'em all stuck I reminisce on V.S. touchin' my fourth cup Me? My only problem is I'm more fucked Knowin' in my heart I can't sleep, till I bust off nuts Weed religion, for all my niggas that beat the system And those bentin', sittin' since Conico Vision Y'all need to listen, it's journalistic Y'all hear the whispers Niggas in The Firm is twisted. Spit that fly shit that earn the bitches Whip the chrome six up the F.D.R. It's blessed we are See I never let 'em strees me god, forever stress free While twistin' up logs of that Nestle Who are you to question me? It's just my destiny To kick back, kill time, and live successfully
{Nina Simone sample: When he and I will be as one.}
AZ: {Nina Simone sample playing through out} Firm... How y'all want it? Huh? hu... Talk to me... We give it to ya either way... We workin' wit ch'all... This, is for you...Love Is Love... 9-8.... Firm shit....
{Nina Simone sample: Black is the colorrrrr... of my true love's hair... my true love's hair... of my truuuuuuuuuue love's hair.}
[Featuring RZA] AZ: Yeah... some Firm shit, you know I mean? For all the niggas, in New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world), ain't nuttin' Changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet) shit's still real (shit's still real)... Yo (Yo) CHORUS: [AZ] Yo major large niggas get they grind on cash, while the crab thinkin' Niggas keep they mind on ass I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? AZ: {Verse One} You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen We true fiends, old school style that's how we do things Born & destined, hands on many investments Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise Detour, poverty's on, police war Grown through each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more Fast learner, quiet storm, play the back burner Bereaucrats, I react like Nat Turner Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone We can zone, all day long, on the speaker phone 600, nine five North, stay blunted, stress I came from it Sex got drained from it The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need....indeed Partial Chorus: [AZ] {starts after need} Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? RZA: {Verse Two} Whips & full clips & pussy lips Rubber grips attached to hips Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand, I stand up as rough briva Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin' God look we feedin', leadin' my seeds, back to Eden And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches Who don't wash & do dish & to big for your britches Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress
[Featuring SWV] What's the deal son? Herm Fiasco It's the world famous AZ Show For the world (AZ Show) [AZ] No doubt, time to mellow out Party at the yellow house, yell it out Invites only, don't tell no slouch How you feel around some made cats, really on chill Laidback with the Alize, merely's conceal Conversatin' like some whore pimps caught in the mix Wasn't taught shit stressed out supportin' your bitch Let the eyes shine, easing my mind with white wine It's your lifeline, sqeezing my nine the right time 'K imma floss life, feds almost bagged the guard twice Bizare nights move on the grace of a lost light All them horney whites feeling like Christ with the army Tight cons be writing all my life It's based upon on how you burning incense With intents to school the infants The rules are different so for those that chose to listen It's a dice game, never know, plans might change Stay in your price range, far from the stress of night pains [SWV] Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Long (fucked up, all night) Long (fucked up, all night) [AZ] So many deaf and blind got caught up or left behind I guess bacardi lime gave me my strength to go the extra nine Next in line, slow G-ing, low key-ing Me and the crew win the gold B.M. O.D-ing, top speed Blowing through the sweet night breeze where ever life leads Anything's better besides a tight squeeze, sliced cheese Even my pieces put your nice V's dress precisely Hoping soon will be the wifey, it's working well Process words up in the pro's you sell, a urban hell Playing park benches, burning L's It's all basics, probation, open cases We ill natured, being trained young from hatred Trapped in the arms of satan, congregatin' Conversatin', trying to map ways of escaping It's truth or dare, only the chosen move sincere Keep the youth aware, pass on jewels and souvenirs [SWV] Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Long (fucked up, all night) Long (fucked up, all night) AZ, knock me off my dog gone shoes [AZ] For the world, no more case pending It's all a brand new begining AZ I'm back winning, dressed in black linen Attract women, low fade ways later spending this State paid four different ways Put my bid in, no sleep, be playing with time My mind goes deep these cold streets rock a diamond chip, goutee Trying to stay sane, amoungst the madness and maintain Though the game changed, the message evolved or made plain Poor advice given, we'll strive for nice livin' Inside some pay the price or we'll spend nights in prison Plea bargain, hopin' my peoples speak the problem We each disolving trying to make moves to keep from starving [SWV] Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Yeah, Herm Fiasco (fucked up, all night) AZ (fucked up, all night) Hey AZ (fucked up, all night) Hey AZ (fucked up, all night Long (fucked up, all night) Long (fucked up, all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night
Азъ Текст песни: Whatever Happened (The Birth) (Featuring Rza)
AZ: Yeah... some Firm shit, you know I mean? For all the niggas, in New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world), ain't nuttin' changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet) shit's still real (shit's still real)... Yo (Yo)
CHORUS: [AZ] Yo major large niggas get they grind on cash, while the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
AZ: {Verse One} You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen We true fiends, old school style that's how we do things Born & destined, hands on many investments Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise Detour, poverty zone, police war Going through each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more Fast learner, quiet storm, play the back burner Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone We can zone, all day long, on the speaker phone 600, nine five North, stay blunted, stress I came from it Sex got drained from it The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need....indeed
Partial Chorus: [AZ] {starts after need} Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
RZA: {Verse Two} Whips & full clips & pussy lips Rubber grips attached to hips Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand, I stand up as rough briva Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin' God look we feedin', leadin' my seeds, back to Eden And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches Who don't wash & do dish & to big for your britches Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress You wonder why your pussy itches, fat ass sample wit out the glitches Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel Disfigure your face, you recognizin' by the dental Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he Left all he heard was the echo from the shot Cops autopsy revealed, he was stopped by the Glock Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses New York, been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red More black lies done shed through Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue Boned out until we zone out, no doubt Chickenheads beg for the 9 inch Applehead Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum Nine months later comes the ovary explosion Bitch you stupid? A hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it When I reign the truth on your brain you muted Rula Zig-Zag, Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig, Zag-Zig We addin' more knowledge to your wig
CHORUS
AZ (RZA) {sometimes overlapping each other} (Word up, word up) Yeah (Wu-Tang, Firm up in this piece know what I mean?) Holdin' it down stamp of approval, you know? (Get ya brain washed, you know what I'm sayin'? Get ya muscle tendered & straight) No doubt, no doubt (Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know?) The Firm baby, holdin' this, A to the Z, I know what time it is (Aight) Armageddon
What's the deal son? Herm Fiasco It's the world famous AZ Show For the world (AZ Show)
[AZ] No doubt, time to mellow out Party at the yellow house, yell it out Invites only, don't tell no slouch How you feel around some made cats, really on chill Laidback with the Alize, merely's conceal Conversatin' like some whore pimps caught in the mix Wasn't taught shit stressed out supportin' your bitch Let the eyes shine, easing my mind with white wine It's your lifeline, sqeezing my nine the right time 'K imma floss life, feds almost bagged the guard twice Bizare nights move on the grace of a lost light All them horney whites feeling like Christ with the army Tight cons be writing all my life It's based upon on how you burning incense With intents to school the infants The rules are different so for those that chose to listen It's a dice game, never know, plans might change Stay in your price range, far from the stress of night pains
[SWV] Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Long (fucked up, all night) Long (fucked up, all night)
[AZ] So many deaf and blind got caught up or left behind I guess bacardi lime gave me my strength to go the extra nine Next in line, slow G-ing, low key-ing Me and the crew win the gold B.M. O.D-ing, top speed Blowing through the sweet night breeze where ever life leads Anything's better besides a tight squeeze, sliced cheese Even my pieces put your nice V's dress precisely Hoping soon will be the wifey, it's working well Process words up in the pro's you sell, a urban hell Playing park benches, burning L's It's all basics, probation, open cases We ill natured, being trained young from hatred Trapped in the arms of satan, congregatin' Conversatin', trying to map ways of escaping It's truth or dare, only the chosen move sincere Keep the youth aware, pass on jewels and souvenirs
[SWV] Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night)
Long (fucked up, all night) Long (fucked up, all night) AZ, knock me off my dog gone shoes
[AZ] For the world, no more case pending It's all a brand new begining AZ I'm back winning, dressed in black linen Attract women, low fade ways later spending this State paid four different ways Put my bid in, no sleep, be playing with time My mind goes deep these cold streets rock a diamond chip, goutee Trying to stay sane, amoungst the madness and maintain Though the game changed, the message evolved or made plain Poor advice given, we'll strive for nice livin' Inside some pay the price or we'll spend nights in prison Plea bargain, hopin' my peoples speak the problem We each disolving trying to make moves to keep from starving
[SWV] Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night (all night)
Yeah, Herm Fiasco (fucked up, all night) AZ (fucked up, all night) Hey AZ (fucked up, all night) Hey AZ (fucked up, all night Long (fucked up, all night) Long (fucked up, all night) Hey AZ won't you play that song Keep me fucked up (fucked up) All night
[Featuring Kenny Greene] AZ: Light the trees up, let this apervesence ease up Don't freeze up, postition yourself wit your knees up Believe what? It's all street talk, can we please fuck? Gotta catch a flight tonight, count some G's up Headed for the Windy City, Chi-town Do a nigga right, you might get slide down Show you new sights, give you a feel of what the crew's like Blew tight, casts who take money move right Pursue heights, playin' my part from off top Young playa hit a big score called props Call shots, we can party 'til the ball drop But Boo it's on you, slide through before the door lock Don't be afraid just the things some do Unbelievable, but still the illest things come true Felt ya city chest, did yo' best to be a C.O. Summertime, Zodiac sign, bless the Leo Just show love, leave all the rest to me And we can do this professionally (professionally) CHORUS: [Kenny Greene] Come get your love tonight Everything will be alright Don't you worry 'bout a thing Once you feel the joy I bring You'll be alright AZ: Everyday another work day, that's what you say But today it's your birthday, Lady let's play Leave behind all these crabs, and snakes, they dead weight Got a cabin upstate, somewhere to getcha head straight Take a break from the routine, a new vibe Different way to try to do things, you're too live Saw your ex-man, see he got a new Lex land Tryin' to ?flan? wit some cats I knew who ran scams He know 'bout how we get down goin' out Designer Anclinin', shinin', showin' out You led me on, thought he was real, but bet I'm wrong Fed since you left him for dead, his head is gone It's the same song, so many seem to relate And search for a new life, dreams to be straight Just show faith, and leave all the stress to me And we can do this, most definately (most definately) CHORUS [Kenny Green] AZ: So for now and every off day, there's foreplay I'ma freak from the door way, love a short stay Takin' trips on the hot sands, I got plans Champagne all the top brands, let's lock hands Let me teach you all the right moves, wit ice cubes It's a nice view, sex'll make you skip night school And though I like you, also like the things you do The way you chew, how you move when I bring you through At the cafe, sippin' on some Crist & Zae Four course entre, wit the fish fillette So what you feel when I'm close to ya, keep it real Who the nigga mean the most to ya, what the deal? Let's enjoy it while we still here, handle wit care And we can do this like a Willie affair CHORUS [Kenny Greene] Kenny Greene: Alright... alright... yeah, ah, e, ah... come get your love tonight... AZ will make you feel alright... k... come get your love tonight
Guy- What's up AZ? AZ - Maintainin' G Guy- I'm sayin' tough titties somebody gotta suck it, I'm casin the joint what's up? AZ - I'm sayin' there mad dime bitches up in here though. Guy- Let me tell you though, it ain't time to subtract & add on. Jackie- How you doin' AZ? AZ - Oooh you definitely thick no question. Jackie- Yeah, but it cost. Guy- Yo man give me change for a penny, I pay for that, I know who you is Hoe Happy Jackie. AZ: Whoever thought that, that sweet thing born model material That hated hot cereal, could grow to be a high silly hoe Really though it's a shame for this damn thing Cuz everything's brand name when will she get enough of these damn games? Struttin' wit her unbuttoned blouse like it ain't nuttin' Draggin' her wagon, knowin' fellas be flaggin' & frontin' Hopin, by keepin' her gear, wear, & hair dope & Some really Big Willie nigga'll dig her and get open And give her what only a tenderoni would deserve She got some nerve thinkin' every nigga's a herb That goes around trickin' on every chicken that he's stickin' Male of female, whoever cats that need and ass kickin' Cuz if it's more than one fella tryin' to get wit her To hell wit the fly, she only sliddin' wit the highest bidder But if you aks me She's nothin' but a nasty, money hungry, unclass, Hoe Happy Jackie Guy- Yo, son word to mother, let's keep it real, that bitch ain't nuthin' but poison man, every nigga that bitch fuck wit somethin' happen to, she see a pinky ring shine she up in the nigga mug piece like he handlin'. AZ: Check it, this one Jamaican wasn't fakin' wit the bacon Cuz ever since him, she was on if I'm not mistaken But then again, this money gettin' Dominican Caught her when she was fallin' off, & made her win again Now nothin' can stop it, once she in a nigga pocket She be seein' more profit, than those livest weed spots get Makin' her income & then some Cuz even a weddin' band on her hand, won't stop a man who wanna spend some Diamonds, & furs is all she want, that damned Glamour girl Lovin' it, out there clubbin' it, dancin' like one of Hammer girls Happy Jackie the jigga hoe Her job is to jack niggas doe, I call Jackie the jack a nigga pro And it's true, count all the fellas she flew through She even juiced Jack the Jew Jackie I'm scarred of you & I remember that '87 September When she was slima, she was a hoe hoppin' beginna But now from acne, nappy hair, and gear that was tacky She's on (She's on, she's on, she's on) Jackie- Yo I got that sucka ass nigga. Girl - Ooh yes you do (I'm sayin' though what's his name?) That's AZ from the Eastside. Girl you better work dat ass. Jackie- Is he trickin' boo? Girl - He trickin' (Good), but he got a baby moms. Jackie- Yo fuck that I gotta eat his doe thang 95 I'm gettin' it all Girl - Yeah go ahead girl. AZ: So all the sugar dick, dirty devil dog, slick daddies Don't get out foxed, and slicked, and turn into a trick daddy Trickin' ya whore, hustlin' end for some skins Cuz next you be trickin' on all you family members & friends She got a way to make ya feel like ya gotta stay in It's not a way she'll pay, it's bills that she gotta pay So married or single, watch out for Jackie when you jingle She might sting you, and ain't no tellin' what that stinga bring you You could fall off point & get careless Lose all awareness, go hairless, why she wouldn't care if You go bankrupt Her lifestyle's corrupt So knowledge before your wisdom of understandin' is fucked Cuz if you ask me she's nothin' but a nasty money hungry, unclassy, Hoe Happy Jackie Jackie- Yo what up AZ? We out? AZ - I'm sayin' whatever baby. Dinner gonna lead to breakfast, if it's on you it's all good. Jackie- Yo I got you all the way. AZ - Better stop talkin' 'bout it & be about it, word. Jackie- Yo my man whip outside, we can leave right now. AZ - You buggin' the fuck out? What's wrong wit you? Word up, what the fuck you talkin' about? Bitch, you tryin' to get a nigga killed or somethin'? Jackie- I'm sayin'..... AZ - Get the fuck outta here, word up. Jackie- I suck ya dick. AZ - Yo, you stupid get the f.... You Hoe Happy Jackie ass bitch. Yo get the f.... Ayo son, come and get her the fuck outta here, ayo get the Mo son we walkin' out the fuckin' club wit that shit right now, word up. Ayo kick that bitch to the back.
Азъ Текст песни: What's The Deal (Featuring Kenny Greene)
AZ: Light the trees up, let this apervesence ease up Don't freeze up, postition yourself wit your knees up Believe what? It's all street talk, can we please fuck? Gotta catch a flight tonight, count some G's up Headed for the Windy City, Chi-town Do a nigga right, you might get slide down Show you new sights, give you a feel of what the crew's like Blew tight, casts who take money move right Pursue heights, playin' my part from off top Young playa hit a big score called props Call shots, we can party 'til the ball drop But Boo it's on you, slide through before the door lock Don't be afraid just the things some do Unbelievable, but still the illest things come true Felt ya city chest, did yo' best to be a C.O. Summertime, Zodiac sign, bless the Leo Just show love, leave all the rest to me And we can do this professionally (professionally)
CHORUS: [Kenny Greene] Come get your love tonight Everything will be alright Don't you worry 'bout a thing Once you feel the joy I bring You'll be alright
AZ: Everyday another work day, that's what you say But today it's your birthday, Lady let's play Leave behind all these crabs, and snakes, they dead weight Got a cabin upstate, somewhere to getcha head straight Take a break from the routine, a new vibe Different way to try to do things, you're too live Saw your ex-man, see he got a new Lex land Tryin' to ?flan? wit some cats I knew who ran scams He know 'bout how we get down goin' out Designer Anclinin', shinin', showin' out You led me on, thought he was real, but bet I'm wrong Fed since you left him for dead, his head is gone It's the same song, so many seem to relate And search for a new life, dreams to be straight Just show faith, and leave all the stress to me And we can do this, most definately (most definately)
CHORUS [Kenny Green]
AZ: So for now and every off day, there's foreplay I'ma freak from the door way, love a short stay Takin' trips on the hot sands, I got plans Champagne all the top brands, let's lock hands Let me teach you all the right moves, wit ice cubes It's a nice view, sex'll make you skip night school And though I like you, also like the things you do The way you chew, how you move when I bring you through At the cafe, sippin' on some Crist & Zae Four course entre, wit the fish fillette So what you feel when I'm close to ya, keep it real Who the nigga mean the most to ya, what the deal? Let's enjoy it while we still here, handle wit care And we can do this like a Willie affair
CHORUS [Kenny Greene]
Kenny Greene: Alright... alright... yeah, ah, e, ah... come get your love tonight... AZ will make you feel alright... k... come get your love tonight
[AZ] [Hook] How many chicks wanna fuck tonight? [(Amil)] Tonight How many chicks wanna suck tonight? [(Amil)] Tonight How many chicks wanna fuck and suck and suck? Get fucked and bust tonight?
[Verse 1] Lex GS, Wide body, Remy VS Militants niggas see less, chrome spinnin' Got a lust for them grown women Classy skirt, work-type chicks that own linen and Hate sneakers, only accept cellies, won't chase beepers Understand space when needed they relate deeper Respect hustle, pretty wit' they lewie duffle Via Spigga wit' the stacks over they Huey Russle I style wit' 'em, smile, sit 'em down, child wit' 'em Lay it down if it's love then I'm outa town wit' 'em Show 'em some new shit, then give 'em some new dick Help 'em really confront on who they fucking wit' Feel a nigga? I'm made for this, remain flawless I'm like the same song never change chorus It's real, from the hood, but fortune and still Lost in the hills, niggas soft in the grill It's on.
[Hook][AZ] How many chicks wanna fuck tonight? [(Amil)] Tonight How many chicks wanna suck tonight? [(Amil)] Tonight How many chicks wanna fuck and suck? And suck, get fucked and bust tonight? [Amil] Yo: How many niggas wanna stick tonight? [(AZ)] Tonight How many niggas wanna lick tonight? [(AZ)] Tonight How many niggas wanna stick and lick? And stick and lick and trick tonight?
[Verse 2] Eight wonder, poker face, aces under Embrace the mink weather but relate to summer New wardrobe, chicks wit' they waistes younger Big coupes kitted up, you can taste the hunger Hang wit' me, watch how the ladies exchange wit' me Leavin' the club laughing like them came wit' me Cop heavy, feel rhythmatic I rock steady Regardless of the pussy you can have it I'm not petty It's plain, never meant for the heart but the brain Depart from the pain, that's the art of the game Forgive if I ever did, involve your wiz' That's no reason for niggas, not to father they kids I'm don, New Guinea born, city calm, with the Russian varn Looking pretty, all fitted strong, could see it's me Who else get head in a Vee?, rock red in the Pee? Spread hash in the streets? I'm gone
[Hook]
[AZ] How many chicks wanna fuck tonight? [(Amil)] Tonight How many chicks wanna suck tonight? [(Amil)] Tonight How many chicks wanna fuck and suck? And suck, get fucked and bust tonight?
[Amil] Yo: How many niggas wanna stick tonight? [(AZ)] Tonight How many niggas wanna lick tonight? [(AZ)] Tonight How many niggas wanna stick and lick? And stick and lick and trick tonight?
[Verse 3] Nothing new, understand this is something we do Party night, play the dance floor, once in a blue Me and the crew, prank jewelers, we somethin' to view Beyond live, we leave all that stuntin' to you Did the swish shit, and all the mistress Niggas wives wit' they wrist slit And still a nigga never did kiss I'm cold, cris bottles, six bottles Spit it like and Iceburg novel and chicks follow Finesse, I move off the love of the sex And if it's over you can bet my hands is huggin her neck All the respect never one to try and spoil her rep But if she stress gotta play the chick more to the left Money or hoes? can take those from under your nose Eyes shut like them pros, wit' both of them closed So niggas what? I'm here to take back, every buck Every chick, ever fucked, time to stick niggas up Let's go
[Hook][2X]
[AZ] How many chicks wanna fuck tonight? [(Amil)] Tonight How many chicks wanna suck tonight? [(Amil)] Tonight How many chicks wanna fuck and suck? And suck, get fucked and bust tonight?
[Amil] Yo: How many niggas wanna stick tonight? [(AZ)] Tonight How many niggas wanna lick tonight? [(AZ)] Tonight How many niggas wanna stick and lick? And stick and lick and trick tonight?
Азъ Текст песни: Your World Don't Stop (Original Version)
Yeah For those that's locked in Comstock My peoples sittin in San Quentin and Clinton Rikers Island Rikers Island Cracker's Island
[ VERSE 1: AZ ] I wake up to them rappin tunes every afternoon I be home soon, I see the board some time after June Met a couple of convicts that's way beyond sick It seem they dig my style cause I be on some don shit Laid back, I ran into some brothers from way back Those I dug we hugged, besides that, black, I don't say jack I stay in tune with the sun, stars and moon Cause behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical reign And without knowledge of self how else can a criminal change? And bein locked up just ain't the life for me Shit is way too trife for me You're comin home soon sounds so nice to me Plus you can bet I'm bouncin out with mad props And if I get chopped or not, baby pop My world don't stop
(Your world don't stop Your world don't stop Your world don't stop Your world don't stop, stop, stop.. Your world don't stop Your world don't stop Your world don't stop, stop..)
[ VERSE 2: AZ ] And in here it makes all end up the same from blowin backs out 5 to 15, seein the bean until they max out Misbehavin, actin uncivlized like cavemen I witnessed brave men that gave in Sodomized and turned to gay men Nobody's playin drama, prisoners be posted preyin On some low shit layin Sleep, get your whole shit banged in Hangin, plus who's to warn you Out of the hell these inmates gone through From three halves of a four group doubt if anyone is normal And over all it's hard to call who would try to play you My kid from my tomb's caught a carved spoon through his navel Nothin can save you, even C.O.'s'll try to grave you It's painful to even know those who most faithful'll betray you I lay low-key, cause I ain't Hercules Tryin to get out early on work release Prayin the system work with me Cause I ain't tryin to see three hots and a cot till I rot That ain't my plot, baby pop My world don't stop
(Your world don't stop Your world don't stop Your world don't stop Your world don't stop, stop, stop.. Your world don't stop Your world don't stop Your world don't stop, stop..)
[ VERSE 3: AZ ] So until that day I'm discharged and set free Fuck who's gonna sex me My mind's more based on makin my next g Now let's see, left alone me as a juvenile, no more movin foul The penile possesed me with a smoother style Blessin my mental with mathematics to map shit through graphics Fuck it, I ain't with hustlin backwards A wiser man with ideas and liver plans More mature and for sure done saw all my eyes can stand Sittin tryin to design these words of mine To define what occurs when you're servin time Stress just blurs the mind Behind bars scars are signs of hard times I'm trappin myself in between these lines But I ain't tryin to see three hots and a cot till I rot That ain't my plot, baby pop My world don't stop
( *repeated until end* ) (Your world don't stop...)
Yeah, representin For all the fellas on lock-diggedy From upstate to downstate
Don't stop, paw Don't stop, paw And on and on and on...
My man Sincere is in here Yo Free, how it be, baby? That's how we do it
[AZ:] It's the most marvelous Haha, so consistent, so Denevere This here is classical I'm a genius! Allow me... [Verse 1:] Scrilla rap spitter, silverback gorilla, mass killer Heavy hoodie cow, hide, half chinchilla Watch for scrilla's cuz they hastle the dealers, for reala Y'all little niggaz, me I lex and grilla, I'm chilla Pillows of purple had to seal up my circle It's serious, when your seralbello senses alert you Pollack church shoes parolee homie's home on curfew Who's commercial, I verbalize universal Uniqueness, I'm nonchalant nigga no secrets What ambiance never show weakness, control leakege Live niggaz know I speak it Verbalize outta eye, cuz we cohesive Flow's freakish Dough is just honor the pieces to the puzzle Like the streets always been to the struggle [Chorus:] I am the truth, truth On a whole nother level From the stone to the bezel To the chrome on the metal I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!) I am the truth, truth Every coast gotta know I'm the most with the flow No joke I'm a pro I'm like the pope on the low [Verse 2:] Soul music so intense so live It's, no excuses y'all been so deprived This is so exclusive and I'm so obliged Certified superhero with no disguise Force the vibe for the niggaz got tossed aside and the misfortuned that lost they lives I survive, I weave from side to side No when to slide, stay hush, use my eyes to guide I'm straight up Too tough try hide my pride Grew up amongst sky high homocide Who am I besides homie that exposed to phoneys The one and only still intact without the matrimony Still on track I cock back and, black like Toby Y'all bastards know me, no wolfpack attack for doly [Chorus:] I am the truth, truth On a whole nother level From the stone to the bezel To the chrome on the metal I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!) I am the truth, truth Every coast gotta know I'm the most with the flow No joke I'm a pro I'm like the pope on the low [Hook:] Certified murder ties Been in beef, burglarise Been a beast, purchased pies Hell heat, perfect size Felt defeat, felt the rise Seldom sleep, dealt with lies Been Tel-Aviv through certain rides Smelt police, I works with high [Verse 3:] Hood legend, household name Presence is felt, real niggaz vouch for my pain Ahead of myself, what else is there about this game The letters is spelt, so know when he drouch the same Measure my wealth with realness, I know what's good No mills missed, keep one foot in the hood I still spit like a lot of niggaz wish they would Can sell shit till I'm stiffed and shipped in wood Misunderstood, mama's only son she's stressed to get it done She knows I'm the last one left [Chorus:] I am the truth, truth On a whole nother level From the stone to the bezel To the chrome on the metal I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!) I am the truth, truth Every coast gotta know I'm the most with the flow No joke I'm a pro I'm like the pope on the low
Sketchy, witness the relentless, the man hunted tensing The Tek left behind was printless Narcs and Homicide, Feds and armoured rides Hell se-la-cia, I'm vest up, armed to die Forever will, glock shots, shoots to kill So what the deal? Violate, feel the steel The cleverest, so whoever slips Roamin and holdin, terrorists born wit dis, gettin on wit dis Make a move while you fake moves You and your frontin crews, dressed upon jewels, livin on 6-2's But now it's on, the end justifies the means Lye smoke and CREAM, is all I fiend It's in my genes, I float thru the streets and seen an intended European and 50 coupe, it's green Nothin in between, me and my team we're ill too Respect due or I feel for you We got this locked now, pure official, white crystal The hypo get you before the snipe from the pistol It's potent, just one whiff'll have you floatin Hot and soakin, while I'm sellin, y'alls is smokin Forever shinin, except the blue diamond's prime'n and dining with wealthy, old dime bitches rich as from cosignin Gold and American, leave the charge, car holdin I'm rollin, affiliated with those that's ballin So knowledge me, and analyse my qualities You've crossed all apologies, my lifetime policy Plus playin for keeps in these New York streets to get deep, so hold heat, try to control your sleep Cos umm, the life I live is deeper than the Mississippi Rivers Me and my niggas only drivin what a ride give us Puffin lye, gettin high til we die So fuck it, whatever nigga, try to violate and fry
