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Pushin drop tops
Stacy Lattisaw tapes the 80's had us all apes youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate that was a uncanny era guns in my pants Yeah X clean hair with dreads at the top of my fade Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played b ball That's wehn i wondered was i here for the cause or be cause cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil cause yo I used to play Apollo balcony seats watchin niggaz swing razors in the front row then out in the streets the car show 560's chemical afros acuras pumpin super lover cee and casanova live chicks be asses bustin out of they clothes wearin up gloss big goor knockers pealin they ealobes so where them years go where the old god beers and cheers go but now them shorties here doe so The doo rags are back fitted hats snorkels and furs Riker's island buses still packed what's the word they drinkers stay drinkin or puffin they herd and I'm still enjoyin life's ride one more time The doo rags are back fitted hats snorkels and furs Riker's island buses still packed what's the word they drinkers stay drinkin or puffin they herd and I'm still enjoyin life's ride right Political thugs in shark shuits persuade us to pull triggers in army boots yellin join the armed forces we lost the Vietnam War intoxicated poisons needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes There's still a lot of naked crawlin in the carpet offices war in the ghetto we crabs in a barrel they torture us they won't be servin the beast too long the murderers wearin polices uniforms confederate flags I Burn Beat street breaker were dacin to the music I chose and Peachtree atlantic crackheads was tootin they nose in frozen corners of Chicago loaded up Llama's children with fo fo's and double revolvers we devil incarnates heaed for jail where shell gas company in South Africa be havin us killed your paper money was the death of Christ And all these shotries comin up just resurrct your life It's like a cycle The doo rags are back fitted hats snorkels and furs Riker's island buses still packed what's the word they drinkers stay drinkin or puffin they herd and I'm still enjoyin life's ride one more time The doo rags are back fitted hats snorkels and furs Riker's island buses still packed what's the word they drinkers stay drinkin or puffin they herd and I'm still enjoyin life's ride right Niggaz used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up That's when we were lied to buyin hair products Back before my generation when our blackness started disintegratin til awareness started penetratin The styles come from prison they used potatoes makin liquor just to prove we some creative niggaz Turnin nothin into somethin is God work And you get nothin without struggle and hard work War is necessary to my niggaz in chains From Greene to Sing Sing I'm wantin y'all to know one thing The hardest thing is to forgive but God does Even if you murdered or robbed yeah it's wrong but God loves Take one step toward him he takes two toward you Even when all else fail God support you I done it got God sun on my stomach My heart and my lungs was affected from Henny's and gettin blunted Do your body right and it loves you back You only get one life and yo because of that I'm still blazin goin out for the cause Still rockin stockin caps not for the waves obeyin no laws And it's like that The doo rags are back fitted hats snorkels and furs Riker's island buses still packed what's the word they drinkers stay drinkin or puffin they herd and I'm still enjoyin life's ride one more time The doo rags are back fitted hats snorkels and furs Riker's island buses still packed what's the word they drinkers stay drinkin or puffin they herd and I'm still enjoyin life's ride right |
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Word to Will, buried in his fila suit and heavy chain I wanna be iced-up nigga, bury me the same I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame Respect all, fear none, my pride is everything Initials in swimming pools floors, women lose draws A true boss, never lose wars, got cheddar to floss Guns under beds, mask and a flashlight Living my life like everyday's my last night Alcoholic on toilets, I shit blood Foreign cars, models and stars, life of a rich thug Mama told me from weed, I would switch drugs To cocaine and hit clubs and deep-dish dubs How would she know unless she hit the clubs, got her mack-on Back in the 60's with an afro and her platforms Bopping to the supremes, smoking joints That's cool, but I'ma live how I want I did it my way, from crumbs and roaches and rats I did it my way, converted in from hustling to raps I did it my way, from break dancing, back spins on the cardboard I did it my way, to bullet proof bentleys, gats in the car's door I did it my way, never gave a fuck what nobody said I did it my way, they hope that I fail and wished I was dead I did it my way, if I fucked op it falls on me I did it my way, I'm lucked up and struck rich, now we all can eat Gateways, marble floors, chandeliers Juzzi's, gucci soap, throwing cash in the air Though I, still feel broke with millions in the bank And deals on the table, I focus to stay afloat And just to think some would die to get with I got They think its alot, the blink of an eye, you could get shot Niggas is wolves, coming if you ruthless or not But i be on point, put you in places where bodies rot Never knew murder till I seen my man get popped No blood soaking, laying there, eyes still open I got a little closer, put my hand in his palm He was looking right through me, Yo staring beyond I wonder what he saw, the limoes, movies and tours Did he die in vain and represent for the cause Now I put his name on everything I'm involved And that's the game, Ya'll can't relate, fuck ya'll (Ill Will) I did it my way, from crumbs, roaches and rats I did it my way, converted in from hustling to raps I did it my way, I call it how I see it niggas I did it my way, if you don't like it so be it niggas I did it my way, I make my own rules, I do my own plans I did it my way, gangstas do what they want Suckers do what they can't I did it my way, taking sacrifices kid I did it my way, but now you only getting one life to live Yo, hoes in my fold can slow me, roll with the brokest homies Cold and we hopeless lonelies, scolding my foes who phony From blocks where coke can feed you and cops are over evil They know some people who tell on felons who sold some diesil Here on and blow it rurals, its mine, knew a crew one time '89, they took work to Caroline and blew big time In just two years, their crew disappear Snitches and bitches, smeared the paint on their pictures Years back, I reminiscence and remember, sitting on wood benches Gave me splinters, just a baby nigga thankful When them killers came through, guns out, moving I think the ones who said shorty go home, we about to be shooting |
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| 3:18 |
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Real conversation for that ass
(Its what they want) Huh (Its what they want) What you said, can't hear you man (Its what they want) Speak the fuck up (Its what they want) Word (Its what they want) Nastradumas, astrologic, know when I rep Flow when I'm set, got the chips to a lotus my whip Gold on my neck was once a code of respect For high rollers and vets Now its loads of baguettes, prefer a mack-10 over a tech No matter sober or wet, I smack soldiers, cadets Trees that might eject my hype back Famous phrase "Nigga light that" Hoes you fuck, ask you where your ice at, dun Its all about playboys, when we was young Can only get tongue, then finally we can cum Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro From bottles, to seven in your hand To fake pepsi's to get to the crack, unscrew the can Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it We got it if the fiends want it The whole block singing the same theme "Don it" Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket If its ice work, I'm gonna truck it You gotta love it, you gotta love it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of bitches Hung up my riches, her childest wishes Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo' So when your click roll, I let my clips go, Niggas on opposite polls I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole Inhuman, living hostile opposed To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in suburbans with liquor Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens You can't be a kingpin when you snitching Regardless, we still make you a target We shoot you and chill, chrome objects Hit you in your projects, its street anomics This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics Miserable cats, hunger painting Get off your ass, stop complaining My crew be in Montego Bay margariting While you home, waiting your arraignment This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna kill me They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me You gotta love it, you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) |
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lotta times it seem like you aint gonna make it where you wanna be in life
but yo, yo if ya gotta plan believe me you gonna get there you gonna get everything you ever wanted baby, thas ma word Trust, ma niggas come home from long bids They check for me before they see their own kids I open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tour in major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers Cop Ferraris with navigational screens guide us through your hood and any locality, head back to Queens Piped out seats, Oakwood mb cord speakers Bumpin' out old shit That made me think of Old Easters '86 in a le tigre short sleeves Lees, flip the cuffs up, gettin' fucked up from Old E, Fresh Fest, niggas got hurt 100 niggas rush the door with Queensbridge tournament shirts Back then, nobody wore a vest Pull out razors, you had to put your hand skills to the test Get your Pumas took, come home barefoot willin' Look at the chain I snatched with a medallion worth a thousand Cops rushed the garden made it home smilin' Half of the crew probably on the island Project call play puff ball the hoop was made out of a hanger Playin' corners stick the elevator never thought Project life was promised nothin' but to die trife for steppin' on the next man's nikes my motto look for tomorrow Today is yesterday look at the hood now, I'm mad that it turned out that way Gats spray these shorties is killers The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller And they look at me like I'm on the outside lookin' in Like 'who's you' when I cruise through I call shorty took him in watch your friends, get ends be clever, realize that today's the first day that begins forever Everything will eventually come to an end So try to savor the moment, cuz time flies don't it The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better Cuz nothin' lasts forever Everything will eventually come to an end So try to savor the moment, cuz time flies don't it The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better Cuz nothin' lasts forever Nice cars, livin' like a star club hoppin' Poppin' bottles at the bar love shoppin' Gucci iceberg, coppin' two, three nice furs One for your wife, one for your freak silver spurs Rolls Royce too good to be true, houses worth 2.2 Pool parties beautiful view You made it in life, Forbes Magazine style baggy jeans style Pass the green while hoes wit' meanwhile Asses, pretty mommies illest bodies pass glasses Louis Roderra with Peach Schnapps you just relaxin' Thinkin' damn wish my niggas could afford this On the sand at your Malibu house holdin' a cordless Talkin' to lawyers accountants investments Money doubles, triples protected hard work you manifested Worries of failure, when you buried will your familia Keep your name prosperin' to the maximum You should live, there's only one life that's the physical Rich or poor in jail why the fuck should you be miserable Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin' Love could have your heart beat skippin', thugs turn to religion The bitch you love could start to hate you, the shit you use to do escape you Things that make you laugh represent the past Reminisce the block gamble gees on the floor Niggas use to be the man, you don't see 'em no more Your favorite restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still Just live your life to the fullest, never look back, it's real Everything must eventually come to an end So try to savor your moments, cuz time flies don't it The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better Cuz nothin' lasts forever, ya know I said everything eventually comes to an end So try to savor your moments, cuz time flies don't it The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better Cuz nothin' lasts forever Ya know, ya now, nothin' lasts forever ya know let it go, let it go |
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| 3:04 |
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Uhh, uhh
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh [Intro: repeat 2X] No idea's original, there's nothin new under the sun It's never what you do, but how it's done What you base your happiness around material, women, and large paper That means you inferior, not major [Nas] If niggaz could look inside my mind, you'll find where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes Go to the center, enter with caution, past the braincell graveyard where weed's responsible for memory loss Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseous See what I seen every day I live with this torture Lightin spliffs up to stay high like 24 hours Sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons Long as I'm still breathin I'm still winnin, I'll teach 'em The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girl Everybody had money, every summer was real ill Four-finger rings, dope dealers, 'caine/Kane "No Half Steppin'" with flat tops when Rakim reigned Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's children And this was goin on in every New York ghetto Kids listened, Five Percenters said it's pork and Jell-o We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time difference on a different coast, but we share the same sunlight Your part of the world, might be like colors and gangs While on my side, brothers'll murder for different things But it all revolve around drugs, fame and shorties Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story From, Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis Them, treacherous rocksters in the Mexican mafias Be scrappin with tats on they back, violent wars Nothin less than a lethal injection if ever caught Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American style While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul Watchin for paint chips, don't want no led in yo' child But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out The chain be like a hundred K Shinin since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; that's been a minute Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God It's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas My Exodus doesn't exist I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mind Even with sleep I'm duckin nines in my dreams Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it would change Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the same things like Somebody's always watchin, my life Before I, walk out the door I size up every option Eyes cut every direction, it's like God or guns Which is better protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled Headline readin "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin" |
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Blazin 50's<b></b>sit back in tha drop top Bezour Bently.
of course wit me<b></b>this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney. Brizilian candy<b></b>from Miami. massouse<b></b>wedding ring on<b></b>lovin Celine Dion. hate rap<b></b>told me where she get ca |
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| 3:35 |
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Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful Gangster see gangster do I'm Langston Hughes predecessor Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor More knowledge than Webster dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em the first fake rapper murdered for rhyming The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers But they small as a shanty in a African village Soft as cotton candy we assassins and killers Let shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familia You screaming like you love war Everybody's crazy Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get done get stomp get drop Ladies love thugs and my thug love hip hop Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo fag You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em 8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it's laying No analog it's digital criminals turned rapper times is changing niggaz get flashier houses more plusher Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a glock they keep squeezing Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing I'm light year far your mouth get all white when I'm near you I frighten your heart I want you to watch me notice stare look closely Feel I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it, you older than most dudes Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but I know where niggaz sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots War plus money man I got too many spots Hungry niggaz get tutored to thinking new shit to come up Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up Not me your not ready I'm low but I be watching We all connected so your man know my man Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up Beat cases and now niggaz back on the block what Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job Peep niggaz that go t prices on their head so high Their own my will take the contract surprise So we play a mental game intimidation Got pussy niggaz get pressed up on and paying I wish these niggaz would step up wait for the day an Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe I got some niggaz with acid get it thrown in your face Play dirty catch your moms in J-30 Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now |
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Light it uhh
Light it up uhh The whole city is mine prettiest Don I like the way P Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned in my rhymes Fuck it it's just an intro Hate it or love it like it bump it or dump it Writing across the stomach spell GOD son Life is like a jungle black it's like the habitat of Tarzan Matter of fact it's harder than most can imagine Most of my niggaz packed in correctional facilities Half of them passed on mack strong couple of shots May the ghost leave a body now they hauntin the block Where they used to stand at somebody's takin they place A younger man perhaps hand slaps can't understand that Same walk same talk I wonder can that be possible A thug dies another step inside his shoes And they will hurt you layin low with a bottle I'm blowin circles my state of mind purple Y'all just wanna deal with drama Talk about niggaz who got things y'all ready to kill his momma Everything you went to is underworld related You sell your man out not even your girl is sacred You don't trust a soul hold up you moldin soldiers to pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you Everybody's under six feet of ground but you Still standin still roamin through the streets that's real You a survivor knowin all the beef is ill You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that's ready Trustin your judgment quick to put it down they deadly The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away That ain't love it's hate think of all the mothers at wakes whose sons you killed and you ain't got a cut on your face Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard the heat is God Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars holdin a mirror Lookin down a tear in jail makin weapons to kill ya We smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many Cold blooded murderers universal Hood to hood blowin smoke state of mind is purple These hot headed youngsters always get into trouble Reactin before thinkin they easily irritated And murder's premeditated it's a fact that we sinkin when we should be climbin in a nutshell it's just jail Drug sales liquor and diamonds niggaz rewindin instead of movin forward to blow up so what's the science People shoutin police pushin the crowd And on the ground's a young soldier with meat hangin out him Am I hallucinatin off the hazin Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in It's a ugly nation cops circle the block with mug shots Photograph pictures of suspect faces It's usually two or three niggaz who innocent But if they lock the wrong ones up then someone'll snitch A divide and fall strategy they aren't fair I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me This is how I escape the madness too much of anything'll hurt you So my state of mind's all purple |
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Yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow? All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes? And you believe when they be tellin you lie, all on the media? They make the world look crazy to keep you inside? Why you listen when the teach |
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| 3:44 |
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To My Nigger who brought me in this world
Taught us right Nigger My old dad imported to the family structure Provide her God My moms a queen at university civaliza My pops maybe was late but always came home My moms would put us to bed and she would wait on Soon as he walk in the door she barking I turned out the Jonny Carson Jumped out the bed We grabbed both his legs Me and my brother Not knowing the pain he gave my mother Night after night, fighting yelling at each other My papa played the street all day Mama was either home, at work, while we played inside the hall way She sacrifices all she got to feed us When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heeding But still I didn't see it Mama hid it from us We was kids younger Till we got bigger, on to Bigger things that we knew what the time was That daddy was leaving the crib and moms love Papa was player, player wasn't papa Papa loved the ladies Never got enough of Pretty brown round Running round town (Shhhhh) Don't tell your mother what's going down [ 2x] So many kids I knew, never knew what Pap was That's why I show my pop love He was still around when I fucked up He could have left My moms pregnant shock to death but stayed Watch me crawl till I took my first step, to the first grade To my first fist fight Right behind me he would stand No matter how big or tall he made me fight you like a man Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam Roaches and weed all over my crib him and moms relaxing Next thing you know he packing So then I asked him What's this white shit on that plate and your facing? Papa why you butt ass from the waist And who's this lady I'm facing Dark skin you're not my mommy He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me Promise things that he would buy me If I kept my mouth close and don't tell mommy He said one day I'll understand little me Was in you to side me Papa was player, player wasn't papa Papa loved the ladies Never got enough of Pretty brown round Running round town (Shhhhh) Don't tell your mother what's going down [ 2x] Pop's told me hold my own Pop's told me value home Could I help it papa was a rolling stone Who loved the pretty brown round Out of town bound Jumping in his jazz Benz he touring At home I play his latest recordings And it's strange now how, I do my thing now I'm in the game now And heard of it his brain pow To pull strings and gain power From weed habits are same now No white lines to trumpets to tight rhymes And beats that be pumping Before he left he taught me something A child's young years the most important time to be there That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still here I'm older now see what having a father's about One day they can be in your life next day they be out It's not because of you, you know the deal Him and your moms feel If they stay together then someone will get killed I love you still Always will Cause that's my nigger Although you felt you was wrong I still feel you kid Life gose on |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2002-12-12
Subject : Nas - The Lost Tapes (Sony,2002)
