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(chorus)
young young son, yea, dont let me down young son, uh huh, am trusting you young son, uh, dont let me down young son, uh huh, am trusting you young son, young son, dont let be down young son, uh huh, am truting you young son, uh, dont let me down young son am trusting you young son (Puba) Now don't get caught up by the corner You know these blocks be hotter than a sauna (young son) Don't let them peers put the pressure on ya And when you make moves, make moves cause you wanna (young son) Don't get caught up on some monkey-see, monkey-do Stay focused, and understand the thug in you (young son) And just handle your business And always be persistent, like Jehovah's Witness (young son) and never take no for a answer unless it be a chick cause you could end up in some shit (young son) like some bull shit they hit Kobe with you dont want to be a baby daddy better rubber it (young son) see am just telling you what I know dont let haters mess with your flow dont be stupid and trick your dough and always be careful of them shiesty hoes (young son) yea (chorus x5) young son don't let me down young son am trusting you young son (Jamar) I need you to hold the fort down I ain't liking how this judge in court sound I might have to spend time away from the fam And if I do then I'm a need you to act like a man (young son) This is no time for tears It's time for you to man up, time to face your fears Looks like your old dad might face some years Don't allow the family name to be disgraced and smeared (young son) Protect your mother and little sister If anybody diss them become the pain inflictor So much responsibility I hope you can handle it Here take this 9 mill son I hope you can handle it (young son) You're my only hope for the future And knowing you can do it gives me hope for the future Son I trust you this is something that you must do Till they release me from these walls or I bust through (young son) (chorus x5) young son dont let me down young son am trusting you young son (Sadat) One young son, he want to get a scholarship The other want to get a whip from the car dealership Chips off the old' block is what pop will say One's on the court, one's in court all day A mother's heart smiles and it grieves at once She cries at home, but in the public she fronts 'Where did we fail? How did we prevail? From the diploma ceremony to the jail it's a journey One wants to beef one one needs a attorney Two separate from life there heart beats as one They came in to this world together as twins And as long as the world spins they'll be joining You could say one was annoying the other disappointed But they still love each other they should there brothers Son get your brother out of jail Because with a little bit of love he can heel (young son) (chorus x5) young son dont let me down young son am trusting you young son (scratching) |
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(Lord Jamar)
We dealin with death, in abundance Dirty guns and, the pungent smell, of those who fell Bodies, like commodoties, ready to sell Take you around the world for a hundred dollars Meanwhile, a little baby hollers Hopin that she doesn't follow in her mother's footsteps of drugs and sex, every day, more thugs to arrest And today could be the day you catch a slug in your chest Funny thing about life - nobody, gets out alive The trick is to see, how long, you can survive We deprived of our basic needs Sufferin at the hands of a racist greed In the black wo-man's where I place my seed When they grow, will they know, that I tried to make it better for them? Will I be dead or inside of a federal pen? Niggaz just don't learn, niggaz just won't learn (Chorus: Lord Jamar) As we walk through the valley of dry bones Death from, New York to Cali, the shit hits homes Niggaz with 40 calibers, that'll split ya bone Other niggaz with silencers, with gats that's chrome It seems the violence only escalates, I'm concerned When the slug penetrate your flesh, see it burn Livin with the constant threat, that it could be yo' turn Niggaz just don't learn, niggaz just won't learn (Sadat X) On 8th Ave, keep bouncin in the Mave' He don't even know the type of problems he gon' have He facin obstacles, greed, it's the large city need Remember when he ain't smoke weed Jail hold's raw, spittin seed In the Polo Grounds, in 89 we dodged steed All the slaves ain't freed Make him the captain, muh'fucker we'll lead Shoot him in the chest muh'fucker will bleed Cause way he's goin he's gon' need God-speed I seen a man die, gettin shot in the eye And then leave this earth with a sigh I wish I had a dollar for every funeral parlor that I been to, and I ain't tryin to end to I've been a friend to a lot of dead niggaz With multiple gunshots, niggaz used to run spots (Chorus) (Grand Puba) Now little shorties don't have a chance Cause hard times be comin down like a avalanche We play the streets until we carried on a ambulance Day by day we be the victims of the circumstance See the poison has us movin at a steady flow It filters through your radio and your video You ever once stop to think and wonder why it's so? We don't know cause we blinded by the fog of 'dro, so we let it go We dedicate our whole careers to save our dyin nation Cause what we facin is the process of elimination So busy chasin that our history begins erasin A savage nation that is headin for anihilation Time out - put the killin to a drought And shorty stop runnin around puttin all them dicks in yo' mouth I be concerned cause we burn baby burn and we just don't, learn (Chorus x2) |
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(Grand Puba)
Yeah I'd like to send this one to my favorite girl, uhh Momma momma momma Ohh momma momma momma, yeahh (Lord Jamar) Yo she was young and so tender Had a baby born Knowledge God day of September It was her first child, baby boy little bundle of joy She married Larry, for 9 months she had to carry me and she did it gladly, but sadly things didn't all work out, so she merked out Pregnant again with my brother Wise My grandmother let her in, she had tears in her eyes Now she's back at the crib, with 2 kids She gotta get a job, she put all her faith in God Naive to the world; believed all the stories she received as a girl, she had one more seed Another boy, reality, now that makes 3 All from a man that she hardly ever gets to see She did the best with the things she was blessed And I know I cause drama and stress to my momma, so I wanna just say yo.. (Chorus: Puba (Brand Nubian)) I always loved my momma (she's my favorite girl) And I always loved my momma (she brought me in this world) See I always loved my momma (she taught me right from wrong) Cause I always loved my momma (you only get one, you only get one, yeah) (Sadat X) Past feudin, mask for age, still lookin elegant Front page, Ebony Jet Pam Grier threat in seventy-four What these bitches is wearin now, she wore before On tour she said you just stay pure I say sure Watched my sister's son and my little one make me fool When the po-lice came she said that she hardly see me I'm in the living room drinkin beer and watchin TV She say that she love me but sometimes I don't think She wish I wouldn't smoke as much and throw up when I drink I think, that it wasn't no day finer that when my pops snatched my mother up from North Carolina And my uncle snatched her sister and brought her, right behind her She like china, you won't find a heart finer The designer, I'll shoot for my moms, yes I will Shoot you in the side and let you live a spill, hehe (Chorus) (Grand Puba) Uh - at childhood I never really understood all your heartache and pain and how difficult it was for you to maintain To make sho' yo' seeds eat Even if we had to foodstamp it every week Always did your best to try to keep us out the street If niggaz didn't listen boy that ass got beat 'Member that time you said, "Have yo' ass upstairs by 9" But I was grown and had some other shit in mind Word is bond, 10 o'clock she came downstairs with rollers in her hair and a nightgown on But I was gone, ran through the back, cut through the laundrymat Got upstairs and still caught it with the Hot Wheel track But that was cool with me; cause at least it wasn't in front of the buildin for the whole prjects to see I remember as a kid, sometimes I used to think you used to beat me for some shit that my daddy did I realize, now I'm older and wise When you used to put it on me still had love in your eyes I remember what you used to say You might not like it now, but you'll thank me someday (Chorus) (Puba: over Chorus) Thanks mom, I love you For teachin me left from right For showin me the proper way (Puba) Uhh, yeah Momma momma momma - aight Ohh momma momma momma, yeah Uhh, to all the beautiful mothers, in the world today Who strive to do they best, I know it's hard sometimes But we wanna let y'all know we recognize And we love what you do, keep doin what you doin One love, Brand Nubian Peace |
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(Grand Puba)
Yeah.. put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) uhh, got a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) yeah (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) uhh Y'all know what time it is, let's get it crackin Push up on a shorty, no slackin, just start mackin Lay yo' shit down, baby ain't no time to clown Takin Southbound but I turn around where it start gettin brown I ain't no dooty hound, shit I lay my duty down Pound for pound, Brand Nu one of the best around I put like 20 some odd years up in the projects Gourmet chef with welfare cheese before these record checks I used to steal my mom's whip, sneak up in the club Get back to the parkin lot, the next door neighbor jacked my spot Ahhhhhhh... shhhhit... ... excuse me miss you got to move your car And I took a dub before I stole {?} shit That's all I need now for her ass to really flip I'm 2 strikes and 3 quarters from a pink slip I'm glad I'm makin hits, y'all know the chorus, sing this shit (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) yeah (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) uhh (Sadat X) Morph into somethin terrible, my presence unbearable, parable A spittin Bronx legend like Larry Davis Make police think about it on they routine tours Through the war's lifestyle, hell scene, shells and void sales Avoid bails, avoid jails, I'm four-eyed Who's ridin who inside? Who say they know me I give great, atmosphere, like a open bar You got to scratch and claw, you tryin to match the star Hit me on my cellular, six for my dick My man is on the phone cryin over some chick, yo call me back My exact measure make the world my treasure And since we only live once the world's my pleasure, who want booze? Broads, dice game and cards Houses with yards, feel the blast from the glass shards Who got colored bags, who got colored rags, straight brims for ya block Be from {?} in pairs I move these crabs out my life like they musical chairs (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) yeah (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) raise ya hands (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) if ya gotta knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) if you want a knot (Lord Jamar) Now I don't lust over money But if I had to do it, I would bust over money Let's not have a dispute and cause disgust over money Cause we can cut and shoot and shed the blood over money but that wouldn't be right, yo Gotta have some, money in yo' pocket How the fuck you 'sposed to hit the supermarket? You can't even get the stain out your carpet without havin little money in your pocket I know you wanna get the chain with the locket Buy a plane so you can sit up in the cockpit All day gettin brains from a hot bitch Layin back, spendin change on a ostrich Or would you settle for just gettin out the projects Pay off your debts, make a little progress Either way the only thing that could stop it Is not havin no, money in your pocket (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) got a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) want a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) need a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) uh-huh (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) got a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) want a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) need a knot (Got a knot, knot up in the pocket) yeah |
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(Grand Puba)
Uhh ("through the coming years") through the coming years ("life, will grow sweeter") life is gon' get much sweeter y'all ("through the coming years") Through the coming years ("life, will grow sweeter") Now I heard the silliest shit from this crackhead bitch I asked her why she smoked that shit - she said, "We all can't be rich" She said, "I'm hopeless, like a penny with a hole in my soul" Then she asked me my goal, I said to live to grow old And watch my seeds grow and teach those who need to know And if my shorties need me, deliver like Dominos See the name of the game of life is maintain Your mind won't grow if you can't feed the brain Through the comin years a lot of blood sweat and tears Poured a lot of beers for my niggaz who ain't here My pops used to school me - I'ma keep it real wit'chu You can play the corner all you want 'til one day it's gon' get you Got to get up, get out and get somethin Or you can sit around all day and do nothin See that's the main reason why that we pour a lot of beer Cause there's mad niggaz gone but the corner's still there so (Chorus) ("through the coming years... life, will grow sweeter") ("through the coming years... life, will grow sweeter") (Lord Jamar) They say you only get better with age Fine wine gets better with time, fruit get ripe on the vine Truth bring light when it shines I'm at my best, like Tyson in his prime And that goes for the raps and the beats I make songs for those tryin to escape but trapped in the streets And y'all 'bout to see that I'm 'bout to be on MTV Lookin off a penthouse balcony And I've been fuckin with birds like falcons, we off the handle and steel like alchemy Just for keepin it real like Malcolm, G OD it'll all reveal When they, crown me king then you all will kneel I'm 'bout to, drop some shit that you all will feel The seed's been planted, now look at all the vegetation I'm tryin to see my family straight for generations Gimme my reparations (Chorus) (Sadat X) I'm not the richest, not by far And I ain't got 24 inches on the car And I doubt that you'll ever see me at the car show And I work every day, ain't got that star dough But my daughter keep me grounded Surrounded by good friends and my brothers, and a few others that I met on the road, like here and abroad And the Brand Nubian name remain with respect All of us still here and that's much MORE than a check Still growin and our family correct, tap the bottle And I guess you could say that I'm a role model of how to make it without hittin the lotto, and that's life From a man to a boy, from build to destroy We born again, yo it's back on again One more trip across the globe One more run for the roses, the door never closes Until we shut it right (Chorus) |
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"You'll be always mine... all through your life
think you'll find, you'll be always mine... all through your life, think you'll find you'll be always mine" (Sadat X) You gon' always be mine, no matter who else in line And deep down, you know that in your heart We occasionally live life dreams Time stood still, and split up the seams Years can be brutal but it served you well You mighta gained a pound but I can't tell Who me? I'm in the same vein, healthy Not as wealthy as I wanna be, but I'm aight But to you that never mattered anyway I couldn't stand in yo' way when you choose to grow Said you had to follow yo' lifelong dreams to the lands of the stars, cameras, lights Bright sunny days and we parted our ways Then the hourglass with the sand slipped fast Now we are where we are today, in oh-four And maybe it'll happen once more But if don't, know our time together was golden Memories I'ma keep holdin, and know I'm here And one more thing my dear ("All through your life, think you'll find") ("You'll be always mine... all through your life think you'll find, you'll be always mine...") (Lord Jamar) Yo, we first met in junior high I was so shy, you was so fly At first I done knew you would be mine Clocked in, started doin my time Walkin you home, hours, we talked on the phone Eventually, we started to bone In a whirlwind, you became my girlfriend We used to both rock the matchin Sherlings With the sweatshirts, with our names on it On the back it had our love proclaimed on it Then we broke up, and got back together Then we broke up, and got back together It was like that, for what seemed forever Then it got to the point that we had to sever The years had passed And wouldn't you know it, met and her yo we crossed paths And I have to laugh Cause it didn't take nuttin for a nigga to smash, cause ("All through your life, think you'll find") ("You'll be always mine... all through your life think you'll find, you'll be always mine...") (Grand Puba) I couldn't wait to walk to school each day And wait for you to pass my way (uh-huh) I never really had nuttin to say, but how ya doin, and have a nice day Until one day, one Monday I put the mack down, recess playground Ever since then homegirl been down Feelin my style cause I wasn't no clown From, element through the college days Did shows after school, used to bring you backstage We reminisce on how we used to play When I got sick, you got sick the same days Okay? (okay) you know how that go (yeah) Mom at work, so we got the fo' Half hour for the cleanup then you out the do' Walked down one flight to be safe fo' sho' After, all that shorty love still with it How I put my thang down and the way I hit it, so ("All through your life, think you'll find") ("You'll be always mine... all through your life think you'll find, you'll be always mine...") |
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Steven Biko, D.O. from the Bronx, Medgar Evers
Che Guevara, Fred Hampton, Martin Luther King Big L, Bob Marley, Huey P. Newton, Mike P Tupac Shakur, Biggie Smalls, Clarence 13X Emmitt Till, Big Trill, Nat Turner, Freaky Tah Wise from L.G., Malcolm X (rocket soars overhead) "Fire in the hole!" (war sounds) (x2) Hut one, hut two, hut Hut three, hut four, hut (Chorus: Lord Jamar) Soldiers don't die they just fade away Have you ever tried to spray the AK We camoflauged down with the analog sound Leavin enemies in the ground A thin red line, between war and peace Sometimes we creep on all fours behind enemy lines We look death in the face, on a daily basis We do it cause we have to, a soldier's story (Lord Jamar) Aiyyo taste the blood, as it hit your face And walk through the mud, shit up to your waist Feel the mosquito bite, at night, when the torpedos hit Smell the burnin flesh, hear the screams of death My man Jim just lost a limb His right arm was the price, freedom cost to him So much, loss of life, we lost so many men So many horrors, I wouldn't know, where to begin In a foxhole, lock and load let's rock'n'roll Guerilla warfare, all's fair that ends fair We gotta take this bridge, for the sake of the kids For the way, that they make us live We can do it with the gat or hand to hand combat Make plans to bomb that You see, war is hell so much more to tell And this is for alla y'all soldiers that fell (Chorus) (x2) Yo left, yo left Yo left, right, left (Sadat X) I got 13 guns now, plus a sword; bullets all over the floor In the drawer, by the closet, in the door And Ben, fixed my firing pen, that's 14 Hear a 30 bark, shoot it at the dirty narc Spark came with this gun, makin it 15 Oh yeah that ol' 22'll make it 16 Who got dough for the VA trip, come back with two on the hip That's 18, shiny and clean Jean the dopefiend been holdin somethin mean My son Sammy hold the diesel, and you give him the weasel 2 more flips, guns with grips, I'm into whips I'm 60/40 and the Bronx is no shorts We build forts from {?} and tenements Shoot off the roof blow-joe, and light a {?} My niggaz hold the heat and leave you dead on my street Oh we gon' eat, and anybody in my path is gettin beat (Chorus) (Grand Puba) Me and my soldiers commit espionage, for that 3-car garage Livin large, with the swimmin pool in the back yard Traitors, infiltrators of that top secret data Exterminators of creators who invented haters cause there's a civil war, poor killin poor Usin that psychological warfare to kill us all Too severe to ignore, so I play the spook who sat by the door Righteous teacher for the poor Dedicated soldiers, freedom fighters Rhyme writers on chore with the cure to stop the undyin war Nubian, follow me, hup two three From the year 2000 to the E-N-D Cause I don't know what y'all been told (See I don't know what y'all been told) Brand Nubian never sells their souls (Brand Nubian never sells their souls) (Chorus) (x2) Yo left, yo left Yo left, right, left (x4) Hut one, hut two, hut Hut three, hut four, hut |
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