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| 2. |
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Verse One:
I met this girl, when I was ten years old And what I loved most she had so much soul She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me ont he regular, not a church girl she was secular Not about the money, no studs was mic checkin her But I respected her, she hit me in the heart A few New York niggaz, had did her in the park But she was there for me, and I was there for her Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her and just cool out, cool out and listen to her Sittin on a bone, wishin that I could do her Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be because we related, physically and mentally And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around Slim was fresh yo, when she was underground Original, pure untampered and down sister Boy I tell ya, I miss her Verse Two: Now periodically I would see ol girl at the clubs, and at the house parties She didn't have a body but she started gettin thick quick DId a couple of videos and became afrocentric Out goes the weave, in goes the braids beads medallions She was on that tip about, stoppin the violence About my people she was teachin me By not preachin to me but speakin to me in a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached She dug my rap, that's how we got close But then she broke to the West coast, and that was cool Cause around the same time, I went away to school And I'm a man of expandin, so why should I stand in her way She probably get her money in L.A. And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style She said, afrocentricity, was of the past So she got into R&B hip-house bass and jazz Now black music is black music and it's all good I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood Cause that was good for her, she was becomin well rounded I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit Just havin fun, not worried about anyone And you could tell, by how her titties hung Verse Three: I might've failed to mention that the shit was creative But once the man got you well he altered the native Told her if she got an energetic gimmick That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy Now I see her in commercials, she's universal She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs lickin rock and dressin hip And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city Talkin about poppin glocks servin rocks and hittin switches Now she's a gangsta rollin with gangsta bitches Always smokin blunts and gettin drunk Tellin me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk Stressin how hardcore and real she is She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz I did her, not just to say that I did it But I'm committed, but so many niggaz hit it That she's just not the same lettin all these groupies do her I see niggaz slammin her, and takin her to the sewer But I'ma take her back hopin that the shit stop Cause who I'm talkin bout y'all is hip-hop |
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| 4. |
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Ah keep on, chcka chcka chcka (Repeat 6x)
Mo'fucker move back, I pursue rap at the pace of a New Jack Miscellaneous numbers and shoes stack grooves Rap I deliver for the hungry and underprivileged Something different from these hollow and grunting niggas This is business strictly, step to my business is risky 'Specially when you as bitch as Missy Back to back LP's that sound the same, I surround the game With a four-pounded brainstorm To make niggas dance in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game Used to breakdance, it's a shame What money do to a nigga brain If he lose his soul what did a nigga gain? 'Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it' 'C O double M O to the N' (cut and scratched 4x) My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a nigga with his shirt off Trying to get his work off to customers I rap with a chip on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas See shirts that say 'We gotta get over' That juggy shit is over, the war is on I on;y want to be a soldier, I'm holding on, to a culture Focused like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark For niggas that's flooded with ice, my thought's the ark Performing warming arts with some shit for the heart Don't fuck with radio, ignoring the charts I could give a FUCK what you made in a year, nigga, you wack A soft nigga on a hard track, in this new rap Generation I 'X' cats like a Muslim He fell off cause I pushed him Let his Bently and his weak crew be his cushion I catch him on the streets, in front of the bodyguards and rush him 'Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it' 'C O double M O to the N' (cut and scratched 4x) You wasn't saying you was a thug before Pac came Ten years ago you had a high top trying to be like Kane Then Snoop released and it became a G thang Claim sets, your city ain't got gangs Niggas hate you, they ain't paying you no attention In a circle of faggots, your name is mentioned With six degrees, I separate MC's, from a business man that's good >From a nigga that was raised or just lived in the hood >From what a nigga says to what's understood Keep my shit tight like them boys in 'The Wood' Dick is always hard like the 'Boyz in the Hood' Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the whole Chi At the crib some cats give me the cold eye I'm a bitch slap the next one Let him know the world is my section for taking You got to reduce aggression 'Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it' 'C O double M O to the N' (cut and scratched 4x) |
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| 3:24 |
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Verse One:
I stagger in the gathering possessed by a patter-in That be scatterin Over the globe will my vocals be travellin Unravellin my abdomen it's slime that's babblin Grammatics that are masculine I grab them in, verbally badgerin broads I wish that Madelline, was back on Video LP I went against all odds and got a even steven Proceed to read and not believin everything I'm readin But my brain was bleedin, needin feedin, and exercise I didn't seek the best of buys, it's a lie to textualize I analyze where I rest my eyes And chastise the best of guys with punchlines I'm Nestle when it's Crunch-time For your mind like one time If poetry was pussy I'd be sunshine cause I deliver like the Sun-Times Confined in once-mines on dumb rhymes I combine I'm hype like I'm unsigned, my diet I unswine Eatin beef sometimes I try to cut back on that shit This rap shit is truly outta control My style is too developed to be arrested It's the freestyle, so now it's out on parole They tried to hold my soul in a holding cell so I would sell I bonded with a break and had enough to make bail A misdemeanor fell on his knee for the jury I asked No for his ID and the judge thought there was two of me Motion for a recess to retest my fingerprints They relinquished since, cause I was guilty in a sense Verse Two: I ride the rhythm like a Schwinn bike when in dim light I use insight to enlight devices hit the skin tight Words of wisdom wail from my windpipe Imaginations in flight I send light, like Ben's kite I've been bright Get open like on gym nights And in fights I send rights Don't hook with skins my friends like I spend nights up in dykes In spite I've been indicted as a freak of all trades I got it made I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums Come from a tribe of bums Hooked on negro and mums Had to halt with the, malt liquor Cause off the malt liquor I fought niggaz Now my speech is lost quicker Cruisin Southside streets with no heat and no sticker U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker U Ak got my back and we don't get no thicker U Ak got my back and we don't now check it I'm a hoe but not a hoe nigga, ain't scared of no nigga But it's my turn to go I gotta go And I'm gone with the storm |
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| 3:51 |
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Verse 1:(Common)
Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo' We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain't know and they goes The streets ain't safe cuz they ain't knowing the code By the foes I was told, either focus or fold Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls Now I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't roll Down the roads where cars get broken and stole These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove On the corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) We overstated, we underrated, we educated The corner was our time when time stood still and Gators and snakeskins and Yellow and pink and Powder blue profiles glorifying them Verse 2: (Common) Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right Desires of street life, cars and weed types Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?) Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like G's with three strikes, seeds that need light Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife The corner, where struggle and greed fight We write songs about wrong cuz its hard to see right Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites The corner Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries Broke out on different corners Power to the people Black power Black is beautiful Verse 3: (Common) Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists The dirt isn't just fertile, its people workin' and earnin' this The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is Its so hot that niggaz burn to live The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers Its so black packed with action that's affirmative The corners Hook: (Kanye West) I wish I could give you this feelin' I wish I could give this feelin' On the corners niggaz rob or kill And dyin' just to make a livin', huh? (Spoken: The Last Poets) The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love Down on the corner |
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| 4:50 |
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| 4:24 |
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[Common]
Yeah! Hah! Yeah, we got, come on Y'all cats know the abstract nigga with the attitude Pass the booze, and let's build on it I'm rolling in a Cadillac with the grill fronted I ain't even smoke no mo' but I feel blunted Yo I'm tokin on the freedom Stepping to the A.M., cats be tokin in the P.M. Tell the players I'm the G.M. Told my team let me get my plays straight, I'ma feed them They need me like I need them See the streets is bleedin Had to meet with my mind and ? to be defined and Stay on my climb I'm grind - ing, 'til I get blue balls Everyday, same shit new star Don't make me act like where I come from because he grew tall There's a place that to run from it if you neu - tral Hustlers and vogues, customers and smokes I kiss the sky feeling high off the stuff that I wrote [Chorus] (x2) I want to ride in my car, smoke my weed Keep my head high, let the chrome spin I got the right to feel hood I got the right to feel high I got the right to feel hood I got the right to feel high [Common] I'm the only cat in hip hop that can go into a thrift shop Connect, get up to the ghetto and get props If you gonna get that kick-a-box Make sure that ? not If you gonna get that glock don't be scared to big shot Hip Hop is changin, y'all want me to stay the same? Sorta like Barkley on how I see the game I recognize game like a scout Ayo, I'm bound to wreck your lady as I turn your lady out I ain't about that Messing with no other man's women Because of jealousy then a man go under Understand a man and his mental Listening to Joan Mitchell With the fan and the window Can it be so simple then? I rock Rockports, you rock Timberlands I want a Rover, but I'm thinking long range I ain't switch over, I just made my own lane [Chorus] [Common] Like a pimp to a hoe I connect to the track I feel it in my neck and my back A thug came to me, said it changed his life Said the love of his life, he used to bang to the light I'm trying to do better I ain't claiming Mister Right I'm a grown man, I'm too old to fist-fight I stay on point like trick dice Tweeking like the sound man who need to switch mike Sounding bitch like I know the block is hot, but we just can't get ice When our children's children sit nice? I sing the song to make the fiend's strong King Kong ain't got shit on me I train days to rip emcees, I'm peaking But I still gotta get that cheese You on some monkey ball damn chimpanzees Mobbin through the Chi-Town to feel the breeze yo [Chorus] |
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| 5:13 |
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[Intro]
[Common:] It’s just a fly love song, what [Mary J:] Mmmmm [Common:] It’s just a fly love song, what [Verse: Common] Are we living in a dream world? Are your eyes still green girl? I know your sick and tired of arguing But you can’t keep it bottled in Jealousy, we got to swallow it Your heart and mind baby follow it Smile, happiness you could model it And when you feel opposite I just want you to know Your whole being is beautiful Im going to do the best I can do Cause i’m the best when i’m with you [Chorus: Mary J. Blige] Come close to me baby Let your love hold you I know this world is crazy What’s it without you [Verse: Common] Put down your bags love I know in the past love Has been sort of hard in you But I see the God in you I just want to nurture it Though this love may hurt a bit We dealing wit this water love You even give my daughter love I want to build a tribe wit you Protect and provide for you Truth is I can’t hide from you The pimp in me May have to die with you [Chorus] [Bridge] I know what you’re thinking, you’re on my mind You’re right, you’re right, you’re right You promise so fast you just might take flight Hope your not tired, tonight, tonight [Verse: Common] You help me to discovery me I just want you to put trust in me I kind of laugh when you cuss at me The aftermath is you touching me It’s destiny to we connected girl You and i we can affect the world I’m tired of the fast lane I want you to have my last name [Chorus] [Bridge] (2x) |
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