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*Yee-hah's and whips cracking in background*
-Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee. Nas:Mmmhmm. Damn, man. -I can't take it man. Nas:Sho' can't. -You think this is gonna eva' change? Nas:Man, damn this place, man! Damn these chains! These damn chitlins every damn night. -This cotton. Nas:Shit! -I can't take it man. Nas:Harriett done left the night befo'. It's time we go. Aint no place for black folk here. Man, promise land callin' me man. -It's callin' me too. Nas:It's time we go. -Yeah, I'm wichou! Nas:Hey man, hey damn these chains, man. Damn you master, you ain't my master, man! *Sounds of punching and bumping* Nas:You aint nothin', you aint nothin. -Hey Bandit, Bandit, get the dogs! Get the hounds, we gonna have ourselves a hangin' tonight! Nas:Nineteen-ninety-six! Back up in this nigga. The right way, though, you know? -Double-tre son, you know aint nothin' coincedental or accidental, son. Nas:No doubt! -You know how it's goin' down, man. Nas:It was all written. -No question, I'm sayin' man, I mean, how we playin' man, you know what I'm sayin', they dealt us in, son. They playin' with a fifty-four deck, you see with the Jokers in and everything, you know what I'm saying? Nas:Son, I'm playin' with the fifty-two. -You wanna stress on how I used to play, that's how I play. Nas:But, yo, they takin' us into this next millenium, right now. -I'm sayin' law, you know what I'm sayin' we gotta lay the law, cause without law aint no order, you know what I'm sayin', that's why these cats are slippin' through, you know what I'm sayin? They got the rules missin', though. Nas:True. -Yo, word up, though, you know what I mean? Nas:Son, these niggas look faker than the new hundred dollars, son. -Yeah, you see that they look Monopoly money, right? Nas:Word, with the big ass face on it. -Yo, what I'm sayin', we see through all that, though you know what I'm sayin? Nas:No question. -All eyes seein', son, you know we real. Nas:Yo, no doubt. In the Qu'ran it says Nas, the men. Nesa's the woman, know? It was written. |
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Fake thug no love
you get the slug cb4 gutso Your luck no I didn't know till I was drunk though You freak niggaz played out get fucked then ate out Prostitute turned bitch I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out Montana way the good f e l l a Verbal a k spray dipped attache jumped out the range Empty out the ashtray a glass of zay Make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots murder schemes 32 Shotguns regulate with my dunns 17 rocks gleam from one ring Yo let me let y'all niggaz know one thing There's one life one love so there can only be one King The highlights of living Vegas style roll vice in linen Antera's spinning on milleniums 20 G bets I'm winning them Threats I'm sending them lex with t v set the minimum I'll sex adrenaline Party with villians A case demi sec to chase the henny Wet any clique with the semi tech who want it Diamonds I flaunt 'em Chicken heads flock I lace 'em fried Broiled amaze 'em taste 'em place they clit way out of formation It's horizontal how I have 'em Fucking me in the benz wagon Can it be vanity from last dragon Grab gun it's on though shit is grimy Real niggaz buck in broad daylight with The broke mac it won't spray right Don't give a fuck what hear as long as the dram's lit Yo overnight thugs bug because they promised shit Hungry ass holligans stay on that piranha shit I peeped you frontin I was in the jeep Sunk in the seat tinted with heat beats bumpin Across the streat you was wildin Talkin bout how you ran the island in eighty nine Laying up playing the yard with crazy shine I cocked a baby 9 that nigga gave me mine clanked 'em What was he thinking on my corner when it pay me time Dug 'em you owe me cousin something told me plug 'em So dumb felt my leg burn then it got numb Spun around and shot one heard shots and dropped son Caught a hot one somebody take his biscuit before the cops come Then they come asking me my name what the fuck I got stitched up and went through the left hospital that same night What I got my gat back time to backtrack I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped Black was in the jeep watching all these scenes speed by It was a brown datsun and yo nobody in my hood got one That clown niggaz through blazing out his crew daily The bridge touched me up severely hear me So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours be lightin El's sippin Coors on all floors in project halls Contemplating war niggaz I was cool With before we used to score together Uptown copping the raw but a a thug changes and love changes and best friends become strangers Word up Yo to them niggaz gettin it on in the world ya know To them niggaz that locked down doing their thing Surviving know saying To my thorough niggaz New York and world wide Yo to the Queens Bridge militia 9 6 shit the firm clique illmatic nigga it was written though Been a long time comin Y'all fake niggaz trying to copy Come with to real all |
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Uhh, what, what, uhh.. Chorus: Nas (set to Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams") Street dreams are made of these Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin a key Everybody's lookin for somethin.. Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's lookin for somethin.. [Nas] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear Nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream the first trip without the clique Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million without the FBI catchin feelings Chorus [Nas] From fat cat to papi, niggaz see the cat Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back Holdin gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back Livin with moms, gettin it on, flushin crack down the toilet Two sips from bein alcoholic Nine hundred ninety nine thou from bein rich but now I'm all for it My man saw it like Dionne Warwick A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with The cartel Argentina coke with the nina Up in the hotel, smokin on sessamina Trina got the fishscale between her The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her She got me back livin sweeter, fresh Caesar Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins Bitches blow me while hoppin in the drop-top BM Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this Chorus [Nas] Growin up project-struck, lookin for luck dreamin Scopin the large niggaz beamin, check what I'm seein Cars, ghetto stars pushin ill Europeans G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n Young, early 80's, throwin rocks at the crazy lady Worshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me The street raised me up, givin a fuck I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was livin it up I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty Ain't that funny? Gettin put on to crack money With all the gunplay, paintin the kettle black hungry A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin coke as they career But I'm a rebel stressin, to pull out of the heat no doubt With Jeeps tinted out, spendin never holdin out Chorus 2X |
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[Nas] Damn! Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga Just use me for whatever the fuck they want I don't get to say shit Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want Sell me, throw me away Niggaz just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me right? Like I'm a f... I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfuckin gun I can't believe this shit.... Word up.. (word up..) I seen some cold nights and bloody days They grab and me bullets spray They use me wrong so I sing this song 'til this day My body is cold steel for real I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed Under car seats they sneak me in clubs Been in the hands of mad thugs They feed me when they load me with mad slugs Seventeen precisely, one in my head They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly Beat up and battered, they pull me out I watch as niggaz scattered, makin me kill But what I feel it never mattered When I'm empty I'm quiet, findin myself fiendin to be fired A broken safety, niggaz place me in shelves under beds, so I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred Keep me full up with hollow heads Chorus: Nas (repeat 2X) How you like me now? I go blaow It's that shit that moves crowds makin every ghetto foul I might have took your first child Scarred your life, crippled your style I gave you power I made you buck wild [Nas] Always I'm in some shit, my abdomen is the clip The barrel is my dick, uncircumcised Pull my skin back and cock me, I bust off when they unlock me Results of what happens to niggaz shock me I see niggaz bleedin runnin from me in fear, stunningly tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys, for years I've been used in robberies, givin niggaz heart to follow me Placin peoples in graves, funerals made cause I was sprayed I was laid in a shelf, with a grenade Met a wrecked-up tech with numbers on his chest that say Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five and zero Had a serial defaced, hopin one day, police would place where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him Tired of murderin, made him wanna be a plain gun But yo I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on I make myself jam right in my owner's hand Chorus [Nas] Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides Besides me it's bullets, two vests and then a nine There's a grenade in a box, and that tech that kept cryin Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty as clear He's bout to fall to pieces, cause of his murder career Yo, I can hear somebody comin in, open the shelf His eyes bubblin, he said, "It was on" I felt his palm troubled him shakin Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin My creation was for blacks to kill blacks It's gats like me that accidentally, go off, makin niggaz memories But this time, it's done intentionally He walked me outside, saw this cat Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?" He pulled the trigger but I held on, it felt wrong Knowing niggaz is waiting in hell for 'im He squeezed harder, I didn't budge, sick of the blood Sick of the thugs, sick of wrath of the, next man's grudge What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase My owner fell to the floor, his wig split so fast I didn't know he was hit, it's over with Heard mad niggaz screamin, niggaz runnin, cops is comin Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me Damn! |
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[Nas] They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin down your prime time Food for thought or rather mind wine The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis on how we creep quick, fuckin your wife that ain't so secret It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me My gator brand is Maurry, walkin through rough land before me where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin and prayin I'm stuck Scopin they lay in the cut, weighin my luck Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages Winkin at some females cops with cocked gauges Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin you The mag inside the triple goose Face down on the floors, the routine Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin raps I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown (repeat 2X) Watch dem niggas that be close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways [Nas] Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what) livin reckless, die for my necklace Crime infected, drivin a Lexus with a death wish Jettin, checkin my message on the speaker Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa CD crankin, doin ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt No seat belt, drinkin and thinkin My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin enlightment My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo Escobar the desperado - word to Cus D'Amato Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways [Nas] Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin the dough Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead Drama with the Feds, not listenin just bobbin your head Your Roley shinin, thinkin to yourself nobody's takin mine At the same time, your hoe is gettin snatched from behind Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand From all the ice, wouldn't you know - - you knew these niggaz all your life What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somehwere down the line now they had to target your Wisdom She took em to your place, straight to your safe You doubted it could happen sick of yappin Dump in your ride, headed to your side Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes Chorus: Nas and Foxy Brown Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah) Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (mmm) Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh) And make sure they do what they supposed to do Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (uh-huh) Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways (uhh) |
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[Nas] Yo; I never brag, how real I keep it, cause it's the best secret I rock a vest, prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus in a Lex watchin Kathie Lee and Regis My actions are one with the seasons A tec squeezin - executioner, winter time I rock a fur Mega popular, center of attraction Climaxin, my bitches they be laughin They high from sniffin coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson City lights spark a New York night Rossi and Martini sippin, Sergio Tachinni flippin mad pies low price, I blow dice and throw em Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan My niggaz roll in ten M3's Twenty Gods poppin wheelies on Kawasaki's Hip-Hop's got me on some ol', sprayin shots like a drumroll Blankin out and never miscount the shells my gun hold I don't stunt, I regulate Henny and Sprite, I seperate, watchin crab niggaz marinate I'm all about tecs and good jooks and sex Israelite books, holdin government names from Ness MC's are crawlin out, every hole in the slum You be aight like blood money in a pimp's cum "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that" "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that.. .. for, you wack MC's" [Nas] Currency is made in trust of the Messiah I'm spending it to get higher Earth, Wind, and Fire singing reasons why I'm up early, trustworthy is a nine that bust early Sunshine on my grill, I spill Remi on imaginary graves, put my hat on my waves Latter Day Saints say religious praise I dolo, challenge any team or solo You must be buggin out, new to my shit, home on a furlough Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up Mafioso, gettin niggaz wigs sprayed up Skies are misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy I'll one day walk into shots drunk off champange from Sicily This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma in a sentence, paragraph's indented Bloodshot red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye Openin cigars, let tobacco fly Condos are tuneproof, we're looking out the sky's moonroof Shittin like gin and prune juice Yo the system wants the coon's noose, hang em high Courtrooms filled up, it's off the hook while I just wrote a statement, like I'm facing twenty years in the basement - chilling on the via with Mumia for wearin chrome - I told the judge snakes slither like Sharon Stone, but like Capone I'm thrown (yo) "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that" "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that.. .. for, you wack MC's" "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that" "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that.. .. for, you wack MC's" [Nas] Lyrical, ly-lyrical mission.. Lyrical.. Yo the time is wastin, I use the mind elevation Dime sack lacin, court pen pacin Individual, lyrical math abrasion Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation We livin in, dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives A lifestyle where bad streets is patternized Wise men build and destroy While the real McCoy dopefiend, named Detroit is still dealin boy Coke suppliers actin biased Cause rumors say that niggaz wear wires and we liars But every night the gat's fired, and every day a rat's hired I still remain the mack flyest in the phat Kani, it's -- -- just the killer in me, slash drug dealer MC Ex-slug filler, semi mug peeler Demi, bottles of Mo', yo simply follow me flow Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow rough holes for cracked out pussies and buttholes Bring the G's and the D's roll, they can't touch those Why shoot the breeze about it, when you could be about it? My degrees are routed, toward the peasy haired brick houses instead of the fake medallions Rich niggaz transport in thousands Foreign cash exchange amountin to millions Doors is locked, rocks is chopped, watch the cameras in the ceilings Trick bitches catching mad feelings Peelin off in the Lex Jeep, techniques is four-wheelin I bet it be some shit when we connect with Stretch When we catch them sex niggaz with the tecs you blessed, word So now it's on, never wasted a slug, Time is money when it comes to mine, take it in blood "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that" "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that.. .. for, you wack MC's" (repeat in background to fade) Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga Yeah, yo, offical Queensbridge murderers Mobb Deep keep it real though Motherfuckin AZ yo 'Mega, 'Mega, whatever Scarlett O'Hara Yo, Fox Boogie East New York Gambo, Brownsville Wizard, Fort Rockaway Big Jersey Connecticut, D.C., Sudan V.A. ?? N.C., L.A. So on and so on... Big Ha, Houston Fifth Ward Black Ed, keep it real Moe.. |
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The golden child chop that ass up you was holding out
let the streets be the court and the corners hold the trial fatal not fictitious, I rock the cable 86 shit, foreign cars with crazy bitches, mad smoke makes me able to quote, soliciting, images of that murder wrote a provocative plan can bring a knot to my hand as the pyrimad can stan on top of the sand in the heat of the moment like Farrakhan said we need atonement bullet proof glass, 5-classes chrome kitted up calicones lifted up. I didn't get touched checking my nuts I stood up and lit a dutch knowing how these niggas tattle sneak move get the drop, one shot without the gun battle so when you run the lead travel I come through it's taboo 96 ways to clap chorus: NAS is coming, NAS is coming (repeat twice) In the black limo, jack daniels through the cracked window I spot the fake, red dot his face, like a Hindu snatched the symbol, ties his hand too make examples substantial amounts you owe the fram crew, firm affliation, paper chasin, chips glossy, rich pablo escabano, nacho cheese, I'm Castro. compared to these niggas who swear to be real but important the Hoffa NAS pleg kills, counting bills to send to all my jail niggas who fail from New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.I. for G.P. a hundred g cars, car sent a vega cigars, kani shit, mad jiggy the clout, murder material serial like it's something venreal but in stereo (chorus) From child birth hertzes, flow like the Nile, covered surface I bitch the fruit from the serpant, apocalyptic, get bent, stay splifted, control the rap game you got it twisted Dr. Dre way the bridge say, shake dice and kiss it, Chris plus the six with biscuit, jeep full of chickens, pull up aside, have a listen y'all, NAS y'all, fly gangsta wavy hair, teeth chipped and my shit bumped in the courtroom drunk links truck, rocky bracelet, cognac kernel never chase it, rap hero, black deniro, federal bureau, tapped my line and got zero. rap pro, diamond roll, hustling low profile, white gold style, raking bloody dough by the pile. shot down, still alive struggling for the phone these three words are sung |
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This is what... this what they want huh? This is what it's all about.. What? Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, youknowImean? Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man Yknahmean? Niggaz don't understand the four devils: Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy Wicked niggaz man [AZ the Visualiza] Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black [Cormega] Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it [Nas] Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me "Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar [Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle He money bags got Moet, Sean Don Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team we shittin hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh! We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another ki The Firm baby, volume one uhh.. |
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[Nas]
Uhh.. (yeah, yeah, yeah) Q.B. since 1933 (know dat) To nine-six (nine-six motherfucker) Check the shit [Havoc] Nine-six Escobar 600 [Nas] Check the shit My mindset, son got wet, I'm vexed really They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly Why niggaz actin illy word to Will he bout to feel it I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it Them niggaz sour, they put to much flour in they coke And got the nerve to wonder WHY THEY BROKE While we was gleamin, niggaz was scheamin Seen the ill Beamers beamin Triple-beam and doublin cream, had em feenin to get they fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa Sosa, these niggaz hit the God, bring the toaster Meet me in the 'Bridge I'm bout to go loca Left my 'rat beggin me to stay and stroke her He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious wit two macs inside the Volvo, what up God, I'm still sober I need some Henn' to bend me over My nigga Hav got a soldier It's gettin down it's goin down kid (I got this, I got this) I heard he might not live, I'm holdin back tears Told these broads, to put it in gear with two females that don't smile diggin they style yo Whattup son, these niggaz done started somethin wild You know the clique well, Ramel with the gold in his grill Tried to get a name holdin the steel, I paid attention to the females Maintain bitches when it get real Sos' pulled me close and told me the deal He said both hoes'll peel, spray shots and reload and still handle the wheel, point em out smoke a Phil' then chill I layed back Escobar status, knowin The Firm got it cornered We on it, shit we was born wit Chorus: Havoc Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die In this, business and trifeness I finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die In this, business and trifeness We finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up [Nas] Hold it right there pull over That nigga right there inside the Rover I knew he'd be right here, I told ya Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova Polo pullover, big links and rockin boulders He's stuntin, after he left my man like that without a fair chance to fight back, BUT I'LL BE RIGHT BACK He never seen us, Sos' gave the mac to Venus and Vicious, lookin delicious, handle yo' bidness and step to him, shake yo' ass try to screw him Do what ya gotta do to get to him A tight parasuco, with young faces can turn niggaz Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused by the way they walked, way they talked Only if they knew these girls'd spray New York if they had to, heard him ask Venus, "Could I have you?" He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him, "Don't grab Boo" They started chattin, was only bout a minute, flat when they jumped in the back of the Jeep laughin We followed them pollyin, he thought the hoes were Somalian Probably wanted to hit the Holiday Inn I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and them We layed low about a hour or so, these bitches movin too slow We both holdin, what if them wild hoes started foldin? Sosa, said say no more, we started rollin Before we got in they must have shot him, security wildin There the girls go, hurry up we out in the 940, me Sosa and two shorties The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy Chorus 1/2 [unknown lady - not credited] Q.B.C. QueensBridge motherfucker Ropin niggaz up Cause our click is thick Another day another dollar More money, more murder Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the house |
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*click* *dialtone* *numbers being dialed*
*phone rings, is picked up right away* [G1] HELLO?! [G2] Whassup girl.. [G1] Ain't nothin - this nigga in here stressin talkin that old off the wall back to Africa shit again [G2] What, that God Body shit? [G1] Yeah, that dumb shit I'm tryin to get up OUTTA here [G2] I hear that.. but yo, you know the spot is pumpin tonight [G1] Word f'real where? [G2] You know, where the real niggaz is poppin the Cristal NOT THAT WHITE STUFF! [G1] Ha hah! Word where the real niggaz at? [JoJo Hailey] Listen.. to reason Pretty baby baby listen.. [Nas] A young wild beautiful love child You like them thug style link rockin, then mink coppin Hit you on the sink a hundred dollar drink poppin The head'll make you take him shoppin, a foul doctrine Reminiscent of my first time up in a chick You was innocent, but now you rent-a-dick, wear the tightest shit Chanel lookin real, airbrushed nails Hit the gym, hit the scales, heaven-sent but negligent (so fine..) To see a prophecy, your ebony tone is lockin me The way you moan make me daydream of you on top of me Wishin I could be the one man; but you juggle way too many Willies all in one hand You wanna run up in clubs, gettin rubbed on Niggaz pull your hair, shake your fat rear Get your fuck on - followin week, you back there But what you stuck on, weed, clowns and cars Puffin with some lil nigga, husband not knowin she's out Could you believe Eve, Mother Earth of the seas Niggaz thirst you, you just let em hurt you and leave What up mah, frontin like you naive Pusherman's whip, callin police when you flip Can't understand it, yo it should be a throne for us But for now that's a whole different zone from us, word! Chorus: JoJo Hailey Diamonds all shinin, lookin all fine Pretty little face, get a little high Young girl stugglin, tryin to survive Mother of the Earth, she made you and I Just tired of playin the same ol' games Messin with my mind, emotional thangs And there goes.. a black girl.. lost [Nas] Like Isis, she got you heartbroke and felt lifeless Grow up girl instead you want revenge so now you act the nicest to who'sever gettin down and trifless To get his mind all you do is give him somethin priceless Cause in time he'll realize the thighs is all he needs More than weed, then you hit him off with lies and greed (deceit, yeah) There you go again, startin wars, makin me more yours Seem to get a kick out of keepin me on all fours Face glistenin, I'm addicted to you Original, Wisdom Body got me picturin you Igloos of ice trickin on you, you never listen to this nigga spendin Franklins on tennis anklets Must've had a bad deal in the past though Can't even keep it real with a nigga with cash flow Say men are all the same, what we need to do is break this chain You got a job part-time and school's your night thing With dreams to settle down, it ain't far from now You gettin interviewed, but your boss is into gettin screwed Typical day that the black girl sees Comin home wantin more from a college degree Chorus [Nas] Where are you focused, on legit niggaz and where the coke is Nice and Thug Life niggaz, yo you seem hopeless Your value - too much to be measured, I wonder how you could ever be played, your pussy worth gold amountin to more than the world, but not knowin nothin about you You leavin the crib, takin all your kids out to drop them off, lettin some nigga knock you off So hot and soft, that's the same thing that got you lost (you should be ashamed) Growin up seein it, it should remind you, you bein lied to Everything that move be inside you Sacred as you are, left with these wannabes to guide you I watched you, hard to knock you, I tried not to They spot you out dancin topless in your drawers Damn look, there goes a black girl lost [JoJo Hailey] You should be ashamed of yourself The way you carry yourself The way you hang out all night long Doin silly things that is wrong Black girl.. *fades out* |
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[Nas] It was a murder Jake just hit the corner people swarming Three in the morning I jumped out my cab like "Fuck, niggaz is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes red I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked" I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla I'm all high it's late I'm looking down at the fella Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder that the street's designed to stop your life, plot The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell First time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell My niggas never snitch why tell We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities Queens'll be the death of me Chorus: To the suspect witness don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight (Suspect witness don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight) Chorus [Nas] Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches infested Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the witness My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite Ten millis, mix designed just for my physique I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely My pants hang low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese Rollin two Phillies together make blunts Siamese I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive A Million Man March, alert the masses Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my glasses Don assassins, armageddon, the wettin' Never freakin the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin' Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione -- are you the type of nigga to shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tome Niggaz get hit and wrap the plastic The mic I strike in vain givin the pain of what a Mack is What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia No need to check the clock, the streets are timin you Chorus [Nas] It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin shit mesmerized Mega live, like the third world Decipher my deceiver make him a believer Spitting jim stars, words in my mic ttype receiver Bond is my life so I live by my word Never fraudulent Queensbridge don't make no herbs Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin Rebel to America civilization caught you sleepin * talkin to fade * |
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| 3:46 |
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Yo, release what's in me, besides the henny
Its eyes that seen plenty Things get skinny as if queens was a craig jenny Instead of diet plans it's crack 200 grams I pump a g-pack, peeping for where the d's at It's slow, looking for rambo the cop who got grazed Back in the days chasing niggas through my project maze That cop he got a death wish He run behind niggas until you're breathless Everyday he making 10 arrests shit My nigga check this I know the bitch he mess with I even blessed it 40 dash 10 inspect it [Already checked it dunn near his ankle you could see his gun] Peep he parked his jeep in the back of the slum To check Tanisha fat ass real fly with a blonde caesar Vittidini summer gear she push a two seater I heard she brag about the way he eat her An Irish man short slim with a tan they say he lace her cheeba She do be looking weaker how her teeth are foul Speaking loud peep her style in and out every reefa cloud Fat ass dissolving, like cotton candy In a moputh that's starving Rock the same gear daily like a soldier in my squadron I heard she let jake investigate from her window 'Cause she's a nympho sucking dick and coughing up info So now it's set-up, her and the beast can get wet-up I know we vest up, we blazing from the neck up [yo let me knock first] Soon as he opened it your glock burst They had the chains on Son hit the lock first We busted in the cop jerked Jungle popped one in his shirt I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she's hurt We saw the camera, tape recorders, and the monitors They eyeing us [nas we survived one from the 4-5] Pull the shades down, they see its last days now There's no way now we can be treated just like a slave now Two in the dome, he's laid down A-yo the bitch is saved now She's living in a snitch grave now [Chorus]: Shootouts similar to the wild west Broad daylight face to face without a vest you know the episode thugs camouflage the spectacles Please God this ain't the life the devil sold See it was written, but it was never told. Peep the jewels black man is even better than gold Niggas roll with iron police roll in our pursuit Trying to stop the loot, fuck jake, cock and shoot Still on the streets with my peeps so deep We threw a block party for my man going up creek To do his 2 to 4 Niggas show love from all around the board Peace lors sony bandy camera record Pop a bottle cause when you come home we still got it Sewn we can watch the tape play back and just zone Film all the bitches on the benches, with ill extensions We black off the street only crew cars can enter Music was loud and it was crowded Barbecue wings we fed the feins [gamble in the back] Killa shouted And Franck tried to stop the bank loss 'Bout what it really cost guzzled his drink and staggered off He's a big will use to sling crills Now he owns the hill, couldn't take losing his cash And I could feel something i |
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| 3:45 |
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*gun blast*
[P] I shot the motherfucker back [H] Right out the ass son [P] For niggaz don't know how to act [H] What the deal son [P] I shot the motherfucker back [H] No doubt son [P] For niggaz don't know how to act [Prodigy] Yo NYC, U-N-I-verse, se-riously Havoc and P, Queens niggaz so it seem to be Monopolize, strategies of war, exercise, mega Got word back from Noreaga The D.A. got video cassette taper The God with the God-U-Now, pullin a caper Runnin up in the spot, mask and duct taped up Pig tied they motherfuckin wrists to they ankles I been through, crime shit my niggaz in-to Peep the issue situation like this, we stickin him too JFK on our way to L.A. Got links with big cats down to Santa Barbre (Barbara) My crew do it the Mobb way, everyday Crime pay, who wanted gunplay? Drill me Niggaz kill me, thrillin me, you wanna look? Peep the nine milli, now undress, you know the drill-y Niggaz suspect, weak links pose threats, I have yet to met challenger who go against my set Gem stars razor sharp like Gilette, shavin closely on any character approach me I let the streets get the best of me, infamy, my destiny While cat burg-lars tryin to sneak peep the recipe Inside my rap cookbook, paragraphs is gourmet You pay about $5,000 a plate [Havoc] No doubt kid, I hit them niggaz like a bid The prosecutor, runnin up in your crib Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely It's only me, and the gat that's holdin me We got it locked beyond measure, the click's under pressure Extort you for your treasure smack you with the undresser Represent your click, go ahead, get that ass whipped (Floatin in the river with your body wrapped in plastic) Wannabe thug, get smacked for back talkin QB represent fuck that, it can happen While you rappin, I'm busy tryin to sneak the gat in Could tear men, cut the party while you jammin We think smarter, reach harder, got the 44 Bodyguard of somethin you don't want a part of If I was you, then I would do what I have to But you ain't me, you hesitated so I clapped you Then stepped off casually, naturally me [Nas] Niggaz thinkin shit sweet, I carry big heat Wavy hair chipped teeth, up in this bitch deep Queens murder clicks meet, yellow tapes on black gates Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait I escape into zones, that's irregular Why debate on a phone, I'm solar cellular Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist Deep throats, they try to swallow this Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists I preserve in my dome, niggaz mics is full of silicone Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life I put my word on it Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges We like a smooth fam', but rougher than how DeBarge is Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit We mobbin, puttin niggaz in mausoleums From Queens cross the Throsnic, heads bop, I see 'em from queens cross to throgsneck heads nod Chorus: Prodigy (3X) For niggaz don't know how to act To all my niggaz on the block slangin crack Rest in peace to my niggaz layin on they back To all the niggaz who bust gats (live nigga rap) [H] If youse a live nigga |
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| 4:42 |
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Life..... I wonder....
Will it take me under.... I don't no. Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassin' Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are shorter, nights are colder feeling like life is over these snakes strike like a cobra The world's hot my son got nut evedently, is elementery they want us all gone eventually trooping out of state for a plate knowledge, if coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars Imagine everybody flashin' fashion design your clothes lace in your click up with diamond roles Your people on the doe, no parole, no rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers Just some toughts for the mind I take a glince in to time, watch the glimp read the world is mine... Chorus: If I ruled the world, imagine that... I'd free all my sons, I love em love in baby... Black diamonds and pearls, could it be if you could be mine we both shine... If I rule the world, Still livin' for today in these last days and times. Now it I'd be paradise life relaxin' black, latino and anglo- saxon armani exchange the raines cash lords trouble Shabazz free at last brand new whips to craft now we laught in the hiller path The Viller house is for the crow how we do trees for breakfast dime sex as been streches So many years of depression make me vision, the better livin' type of place to raise kids in Opening eyes to the lise, history told foul but I'm as wise is the whole 'oul plus the gold child seein' things like I was controllin' click rollin' trickin' six digits on kicks and still holdin' Trips to Paris, I civilise every savage gimme one shot I turn strife like the labage Political prisonner set free, stress free no work release purple and threes and jet skiis feel the wimp breeze in west indies I heard correder Scott King makin' the cities in reverse themes to Willies, it sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown I'd open every cell in Atika send em to africa. Chorus (X2) And then we'll walk right up to the sun hand in hand we'll walk right up to the sun we won't land You'd love to hear the story how the thugs live and worry, duck kinda car see teach mendatory runnin' from Jake getting chased hunger for papes These out of brakes many mistakes go down out of state way, I had to let Marine we carry weight Triin' get lace flip the ace stack the safe Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop camber Makin' moves in Allena backin' fourth strambler cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich still nobody want a nigga have a shit If I rules the world and everything in it, skies the limit I push a cue 4-5 and finish it wouln't be no such thing of jealosy of the felony Strickly living a long longevety to the distany I tought I'd never see but, reality struck |
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