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album: "Legendary" (2009)

Before It's All Said & Done lyrics - AZ

Big boy shit, you dig

[Verse 1:]
Up in the wolves, where the deers run free
Kevlar fire, streets get low key
Ferragamo attire, [?] preach and pope free [?]
Sprinkle in the air, not a wrinkle in my gear
Got my girl wide open, see the twinkle in her stare
Valley stream water, got that valley clean aura
Puffing Cali green, when I steam I'm a cough-a
Coping with the game, got me loc'ing at the rain
Letting off rifles, vocaling my name
Posting in the grain, hear the calling of the wild
See the birds in the air, hear the bears on the prowl
Chilling like a villain, got them mirrors on my ceiling
Pillow top on the bed, taking shots to the head
Flat screen vision, it's that happy king's living
Far from the stars and the bars and the prisons
Being where I'm from, I was told when I was young
Do it big at least once before it's all said and done

[Chorus:]
Work hard just to chill, want the house on the hill
Want a spouse with the clout, move out when I feel
Do what I want, lay around in my trunks
Get a smooth good run before it's all said and done
Work hard just to chill, want the house on the hill
Want a spouse with the clout, move out when I feel
Do what I want, lay around in my trunks
Get a smooth good run before it's all said and done

[Verse 2:]
It's so much more when you chilling by the shore
Living life to decor, spending nights at the fall
Season, no Venetians just drapes and rails
Vacations, no relations just relate the smells in hell
Fresh these breeze, west Indies
Amongst the baddest broads breathing, best believe
Bless the g's, the ones from the cloth within it
Taught through cimmick [?] to con clones off and mimic
Thoughts extended, good living, sleeping women seeking
Deeper enlightment, to keep from dimming
Skimming through life's chapters, life after, I mastered
Seen a spark, had the heart to grasp it
Ask it and receive, see you out and believes
Cause please, where I'm from, I was told when I was young
Do it big at least once before it's all said and done

[Chorus:]
Work hard just to chill, want the house on the hill
Want a spouse with the clout, move out when I feel
Do what I want, lay around in my trunks
Get a smooth good run before it's all said and done
Work hard just to chill, want the house on the hill
Want a spouse with the clout, move out when I feel
Do what I want, lay around in my trunks
Get a smooth good run before it's all said and done

Livin' The Life lyrics - AZ

It's wet ink, you dig?
Think it's a joint...
Y'all get a level and all that, right?
Who joint is that, who that singing that? I likes
That shit crazy, ahaha
Once again! Back in business
AZ is a whole game motherfucker

[Verse 1:]
In a high rise penthouse suite over the beach
Got a bad bitch, butt ass, massaging my feet
Bumping DeBarge through the iPod, I'm nodding to sleep
My homey Miz caught a charge, his bid start in a week
Valet garage, got eleven cars parked in the street
One of the few so elite, it's an honor to meet
Obama physique, groomed well, garments is sleek
Have a chick so in check you got to con her to speak
Don of the week, centerfold magazine style
Fuck Kenneth Cole, everything is Japanese now
Love dinner rolls, lemonade with iced tea mixed
Who's on beginner mode? I see through the sheisty shit
Politely flipped, handsome, slightly mixed
Random broads come up order, few might see dick
Fights we fixed, it's a handful whose life's legit
Said it before, motherfuckers, yeah life's a bitch

[Chorus:]
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes

[Verse 2:]
Kickstanding Kawasaki, cooling it off
Switch hands, the sour got me, I'm cool as the frost
Shower properly, smelling like [?] a jewler minoff [?]
It's only right like a midnight [?] two to a Porsche [?]
Dual exhaust, buck-60, fleeing, burning the clutch
Ballers is never talkers, they stay stern and adjust
The jeans is crushed, double stitched, creased in the front
So go figure, ne-er nigga could teach me to stunt
Reach for the blunt, the reaper ain't release in a month
No sleeping, if you're scheming you'll get beat to the punch
Retreat to the trunk, feet up, fruit in the bowl
How many ever mink up and drop the coupe in the cold?
The view is controlled, the watchers just work and contribute
Only certified fly guys flirt with the visual
Circle the menu, main course pick of the day
Get yours, what else for a nigga to say?

[Chorus:]
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes

Money Makes The World Go Round lyrics - AZ

Hey hey hey hey, hey! Hey!
Hey hey hey hey, hey!

[Verse 1:]
Peter paid Paul, prosecuter's case fall
Trial not needed, tell that loudmouth beat it
Now niggas see it chea! Bow to the cement
Back on the lamb like Shazam here I am
Killa like Cam, got gorillas on the land
Stop if you ain't got a million in your hand
Pissing in your pants cause they let a nigga free
Want to say a little grants then just let a nigga be
Low sweaters with the V's, thick alls with the moccs
Down in D.C. cause them doors don't lock
Love get shown, that's right a nigga home
Fresh on the land, SL in the plans
Please understand it's a few years lost
Recession ain't fierce, still new gear costs
Whose here's boss? Can we talk it on another note
Of course about the motherload cause I ain't trying to cut a throat

[Chorus:]
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up

[Verse 2:]
Konvict Muzik, Bad Boy baller
Cash Money millionaire, Roc-a-fella spoiler
Black Wall Streets where the Bravehearts be
G's in my Unit keep my Terror Squad deep
Dipset, D-Block, Quiet Money shit
Hustle hard, Grand Hustle homey ain't no funny shit
Fuck the police, I'm Disturbin' tha Peace
Murda Ink on the sheets, just confirming the beef
Mos Def, rocking Talib niggas in their cribs
Swizz Beat niggas down, get the land on their ribs
For Real/Pharrell, niggas front until the Doctor got to Dre them
The truth from The Roots, let my shooters Andre them
3000 shots from the Big Boi glock
It's Ludacris shit, but my CBs don't miss
OG Suge, I'm a Ice-T nigga
Up to no good, a Pisces swigger
I Cap a nigga Corn with the Gemini sag
A Scorp with some horns, got A-quarius swag
Corpse get embalmed, district peel them out the bag then
Place them in a tux and face them straight up
Drove to the sky, I'm supposed to be fly
Fresh head to toe, I'm a let a nigga know

[Chorus:]
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up

Get Money lyrics - AZ

[Verse 1:]
In all black with the hard bottoms
Cop the daily news, skimming through the car columns
Making my way to the Pentecostal Church of Ebenezer with the grievers
They just killed Beaver for his sneakers
It's a fever on the ave, undercovers playing cabs
Raiding niggas labs, Lou Lav just got stabbed in his abs
It's sad, recession hitting niggas real hard
It forced a few jailbirds to go get jobs
Some'll starve, everything's a go in the hood
Sixteen little niggas sniffing blow in the hood
Set claiming, bandanas boosting their aiming
Shells ricocheting, shit ain't no use in complaining
Mama praying, the cancer done ate her calves
So the doc had to decapitate the leg in half
Do the math, it's over if I can't coach soon
Could have easily been the victim of a hot dope spoon, word to June

[Chorus:]
Get money, motherfucker get right
Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it
Set trip nigga, get life
Get money, motherfucker get right
Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it
Set trip nigga, get life

[Verse 2:]
So my options don't vary, I'm holding like Dirty Harry
In a truck like I'm supposed to marry, so savvy
Sadly, I'm like a sick psychiatric
Finger on the ratchet, the feeling's so immaculate
No attachments, it's ice in my veins
To put it point blank, I ain't right in the brain
Politeness remains though I strike with the fangs
So strange, at night you can see them when they hang
What a shame, murder on the quietest block
The specialist, like somebody hired a cop
It's syphilis, I'm just trying to do what it do
Metaphoric for the pulpit, the eulogy's true
The toolery's glue, in and out the sooner we through
I been about cars, money, clout and jewelry too
Louis the who? 13th, with nothing to chase
So why ask? Here's the facts, I'm a basket case

[Chorus:]
Get money, motherfucker get right
Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it
Set trip nigga, get life
Get money, motherfucker get right
Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it
Set trip nigga, get life

album: "Final Call: The Lost Tapes" (2008)

Omega lyrics - AZ


[Talking: AZ]
It's so simple... life... death...

[Verse: AZ]
I am one of the flyest my crew is like the Al Qaeda's
We war like in them mess halls of Elmyra
Bodies get caught predicate's bails is higher
Why talk if you ain't walk through hell's fire
All-nighters upscale attire
In car get new cars you and your mans admire
Young messiah back bottom guns for hire
I am that what them rap contracts require
Ghostwriter coast to coast cyphers
I do this for them grown men in diapers that don't like us
Though still the nicest sending kites to Riker's is priceless
Reminiscing on plaza fights with Cypress
Hung lifeless sprung from financial crisis
Never ran I stand amongst the righteous
AZ-Q dark denimy V suits
His arson is lethal only pardon his people so
Just ask it open or closed casket
Coke or the dope bastard I'm back on that old Shaft shit
Got my ratchets army fatigue jacket
Fitted cap on backwards with them cats from Flatbush
Bravehearted fuck if they say squash it
We remain the largest we invade regardless
Trains to Spofford insane with a brain from Hartford
It's hard to explain my artwork
One for the haters two for the true and the raiders
I know dudes who eat your food with a razor
It's major barbaric
Brutal behavior car addict I talk about the jewelry later
My respect is for the CL cartel connects
And the crews that came through and left arise well effect
Finesse big boys only play with the best
It's no regrets being dead broke and raised in the jects
I'm a vet cousin Comstock calling collect
Saying he just left the box hot annoyed and depressed
Claimin he stressed did a 3 and still facin a stretch
I'm like look this ain't the row and you ain't waiting your death
So save your breath tie your boots up and bang with the rest
Cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh
You know the deal I pray they process your appeal
Cause on the real I still got my hands on the wheel
And I'm a drive til the gas run out
Either crash or a wrap til a smash come out
We them real niggaz

It don't get no more gangster than this... rap it up daddy... yea

[Beat until fade]

You Know lyrics - AZ (feat. Rell)

[Intro:]
Whoo-OOOOH! (Yeahhh-ahhhh)
Yeah (dah dah dah) gotta have some fun now
(Gotta have some fun)
This is that hypnotic

[Chorus: Rell]
You know, that I know
That his flow, is so-so
And I ain't sayin I'm a player
But I'm a man with mo' class
And I ain't tryin to be no hater
But he ain't got no cash

[AZ:]
You know he hustle, so he's trouble
All he see is he can free fuck you, feed you junk food
It's just that kiddie shit that punks do, the one two
Down at the hotel they humped and dumped you
Minors I know well, you somethin to run through
Vagina is wholesale, ain't nothin but young dudes
Bottle here, bottle over there
Lou bracelet, bings and things bling in they ear but stare
Boys footwear, jeans hundred a pair
With me, that's not a person you really wanna compare
Came from it, stunt it, done it for years
Drained from it, got a stomach from there
I do better, investin a little cheddar
And on linen resortin in swimming pool weather
So come with me, have some fun with me
So I can let more than just the sun hit me

[Chorus]

[AZ:]
Large the minimum, spar with Rakim and them
The God, in jailyards, I'm way larger than Eminem
Love to the East coast, cop the 12 with the seats coached
Keep close, there's more to it than just a mink coat
So act right and move up the list
And if you eatin red meat, switch up to fish
Your jeans got nice fit, your ass the right width
All you need is a villa, Marquis and the white six
And that can happen 'fore the month is out
I can see you up in Manhattan, jumpin out
Tits is perked and your cake is fat
The Ace is back, and haters need to face the facts
There's no snow but Santa is near
The hammers is here, the princess and the band is clear
You been around but no one like me
A John Singleton, young Spike Lee, I'll make ya famous

[Chorus]

[AZ:]
So it's now or never, let's pow wow, whatever
Beach house, eat out, fly down together
Either that or I leave now if it's better
Why beat around the lecture be the clown that sweats ya
I'm just tryin to hear the sounds selector
Have you lounge with Dexter, get from 'round them stressers
Here's your chance to Aladdin on the lamp
Loser or the champ the Franklins or the food stamps
Talk to me

[Chorus]

No Strings lyrics - AZ

[Intro:]
Yes - YES!
Quiet Money Record, you didn't know?
And I am the Alpha/Omega
No beginning, no ending
The past present and the future
Fresh on the market
I can feel this one in my bones

[Chorus:]
This is all, I want or need, you feelin me?
Like this and that, no strings attached
I don't want, relationship, I can hang out with
Doin this or that, with no strings attached

[AZ:]
This is, bachelor heaven, got beats on the back of the 7
License plate, yeah life is great, ha ha
No swine, I'm in a viceless state
Tryin to, slow grind like I'm pricin weight
So welcome, sexy halves they can't help 'em
Ain't no dream that these Ikes sell 'em, where the shorties at?
Got the condoms and the 40 packed
Got the condo and the cognac, tints on the Pontiac
Party night, Pucker and Bacardi light
Get it nice then fuck her on the Harley bike
Get it right, she chose to expose her life
No proposal, she social but cold as ice

[Chorus]

[AZ:]
Now, peep game, peep how she speaks her name
She claims, she was the key to Alicia's fame
She's vain, a Tyra Bank look-alike
Top Model, you can tell that she took advice
Perfect form when the shoe match the purse it's warm
You do doo-rags, don't flirt too long, she's fierce
Three karats up in both ears
And a push button E class buggy that control gears
No care, all in her zone
She like Cher when her hair is grown and don't cut it
She used to niggaz frontin in public, try and impress
Tryin D just to see if she'll freak out in sex
Wifey type though she like like a Nike stripe
To "Just Do It" it's the mood that she move with
Fun is fun, when it's done it's done
If you sprung you sprung but homey one is ONE!

[Chorus]

[AZ:]
So if your, G is tight and your paper's long
Your cape is on, she's there with that Grey Poupon
It's nothin, pass that with the Louis on the knapsack
It's like a movie, hear the booty with a backslap
Let her know that love is felt
The roughness helped, but she was still above the belt
I'm comfy, just in case niggaz wan' bump me
Or her ex wanna come hunt me, it holds me down
I love when we stroll the town, hittin up spots
So fly when we side to side, sittin in drops
It's special, what next, chick you know what Lex do
Kidnap her when she just met you

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
Yes!
C'mon (bounce bounce, bounce bounce)
(Aow!) (bounce bounce, bounce bounce)

[Chorus]

Live Wire lyrics - AZ

[Talking: AZ]
Yea ok... motherfuckers wanna be gangsters now huh
This how we gon do it
Everybody thuggin now right... ok
[gunshots]

[Verse 1: AZ]
This is that thunder five mossberg AR shit
Pearl handle black leather glove rubber grip
Buckshots hollow heads front cover shit
I'm on some other shit laying on the mothership
Advertised as a street wise Malaika
Feastin the Allen I's you beef and you paralyzed
Teddy P pumpin out the GT
In 93 niggas had it jumping in DC
A lot of dickriders got amongst us slipped by us
Bit a lot of shit but this is how you spit fire
Gut stroking four pound on the duck broking clutch toting
Hush or get your face bust the fuck open
From floor level to the ice pebbles in the bezel
From pedal bikes to them Teterboro flight shuttles
Style sicker big quench through the Nile River
Now verbally versatile when I deliver nigga
Snuffing, I'm hip hop all day
Used to hustle in the hood heavy, knock off trays
Had to scuffle for my blue Gazelle's? cop door shades?
How ya'll niggas gon fuck with the A?

[Chorus:]
This is that thunder five mossberg AR shit
Pearl handle black leather glove rubber grip
Crowbar gem star on some other shit
My niggas love to flip never on that sucker shit

[Verse 2:]
I rep rap for my niggas up in Cossack
For ya'll crab niggas this is how you clap back
Black beretta hot barrel like Miami weather
Homocide late 80's early 90's ever
Niggas crime together get a run get time together
Never minor league I breed a different kind of cheddar
Chilly chill now chump fix your silly grill
Shit is still a fuck around and tell me how the semi feel
I'm on some Farrakhan Conrad Elijah shit
From the bottom pit forming my conglomerate
A young dominant pro black Communist
Anonymous been rhyming since released on my recognizance
Now greater 2 felonies later the heat melody maker the streets heavily favor player
Pretty chicks clean kicks whips, creased in the jeans my self esteem's like Idi Amin
For the cream I'm like Hakeem the Dream puffing my green
Guaranteed to get a ring for the team...

I rep rap for my niggas up in Cossack
Green in comstop? knock with they last pack
Singin nap nap them kings they clap back
I'm just a feen trying to bring this rap back...

[Chorus:]
This is that thunder five mossberg AR shit
Pearl handle black leather glove rubber grip
Crowbar gem star on some other shit
My niggas love to flip never on that sucker shit

I rep rap for my niggas up in Cossack
Green in comstop? knock with they last pack
Singin nap nap them kings they clap back
I'm just a feen trying to bring this rap back...

[Chorus:]
This is that thunder five mossberg AR shit
Pearl handle black leather glove rubber grip
Crowbar gem star on some other shit
My niggas love to flip never on that sucker shit

[Beat w/ gunshots til fade]

Magic Hour lyrics - AZ (feat. CL Smooth)

[Talking: AZ]
Yea, poet, politician, playa when necessary
This is AZ
I'm your host for the evening
It's Magic Hour
How we gonna do this?

No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti
Bare chest, you pass this dirty gram on the pinky
Respect, finess movements like your hands in grafitti
Grey Goose, mixed with grape, cran and the kiwi
It's truth holds galore
Rolls go clothes galore; take paper till they close the door
Either or, corner hustle or hustle on tour
To seen it all, nothing left but to stumble no more
And the sex is fantasm
Flow, campaigns 'em
Dough, can't change 'em
Courts, can't arraign 'em
It's sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught,
I came in force, all the bangers is brought
Brought the bang at your fort, torch and tangle your thoughts,
Scorch and stand if you're short
So of course, just to chill and conversate, Mil- and Salaam-ulate
Millions I'm trying to chase illin' from out the gate
Get it right my feelin's is not awake
Ducatti bikes, shipped from out of state
The pressure is on, the blunts is lit
My presence is strong, it's real I'm amongst the mix
The Wesson is long, I move like I'm on some shit
So testin' is wrong cause once guns is drawn that's it
The beats the rap the game is done
We leave, we at, we smack, we bang them guns
We beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we come
So, peace to that he's back nigga one

[Talking: CL Smooth]
Yea, Chairman of the Board, man
Black Leader, the Mecca Don
El Presidente,
Ladies and Gentlemen,

All I do is bring the life to a dead game the moment I came
Under my umbrella, my flag, my name
If the ship leaving the port, cruise to the resort
You can't be serious baby, this is sport
Gotta make my rounds, head wolf of this pack
Till it's me an A' steppin' out of both sides of that Maybach
We can eat lovely, just don't interrupt me
And mix all this checkmate with that quiet money
I can see it all bubblin' the move is no troublin'
I'm a give you the plug and the Sosa
They all love CL, no jail for homie
Only gotta tell me one time, Don't fuck me Tony
Just buy weight fly straight and keep me right
And I don't care what I spend on security
It helps me sleep at night
Scene of this sharp as me
You take it in air, you can't compare
To the initials engraved in my office chair
The boss is here, we deep in the game
You can't do it the same
You gotta bring a strong leash for your dame or pop up
Speaking of cheddar, me and son peak it together
Can't feel it's the real deal or let the meatballs meet the Baretta
Smellin' like fresh cut leather
Odd color called sarsaparilla
The curtain is drawn the seat's vanilla
Let him see heat forever
Taking that seat empowers

Let Me Know lyrics - AZ

Its international players shit you know what I mean
Its big boys shit, y'all little boys get the fuck
outta here, ya heard

Floss with me and stash holds more than 50
Snatchin the baddest bitch no luggage, we off to Sicily
First class flights, see me shine matchin in white
Gatored up with the faded cut flashin the ice
Fuck that, niggaz know me, keep low key
Sneezers nosy, live niggaz creep OT
From all the hustle on the streets daily numbin the brain
From drainin out of his game but we runnin the same
Loving the pain, thug niggaz thuggin in the rain
Broke niggaz stay broke stingy huggin they chain
Church niggaz just chill stay connect and thoughts
While the vest they lost warrants catch them in courts
Catchin the source, the students that lessons is taught
I been near through my younger years perfecting the sport
All praises do for all those facing the zoo, this is the crew
Soon we'll be blazin that chew

[Chorus]
If you want it (if you want it)
Just let me know (let me know)
If you want it (if you want it)
Just let me know (let me know)
If you want it (if you want it)
Just let me know (let me know)
Let me know (let me know)

I do this for y'all, I ball for y'all
Hit the streets strap up go to war for y'all
Its all for y'all, Champagne across the ball
Late night hit the strip see me floss the car
Hit for now, all smiles no tears for now
Quiet money know the styles see all years from now
Anti, still camerin shots when remise with eyes
And hands through the wise
Strong ties dance with the live
Act hold up, my whole team actin all up
Brooklyn! hear to speak niggaz packin all up
Poet at heart, dart making throwin at them charge
Hit or miss still a way splitter blow them a part
Flow with the sharks, real killers coat with the dark
Is these playin in the streets they awoke to the art
AZ on your project walls act to the halls
Respect all the laws, its locked now check all the doors

[Chorus]

What y'all niggaz want, y'all know who y'all fuckin wit
What up

From all the new, solar now roll with the crew
Young in, now a nigga just know what to do
Trustin a few, feds had me flushin pervu
You fuckin with who?
Slippin I'll be bustin at you
Money to get, y'all niggaz that run your shit
Dum on your bitch, butt fuck her cum on her tits
I'm young and convinced, captive trainin for T's
You ain't in my league just chill and keep blowin your weed
Quiet as kept, cash flow relyin on my rep
Sizing the threat, down for like knives in the vest
Sure shots for the war blocks caught in the box
Call for you ox, crab niggaz call for the cops

[Chorus]

mixtape: "N.4.L. (Niggaz 4 Life)" (2008)

Knowledge Freedom lyrics - AZ

[AZ:]
America! The bondage is off... knowledge is freedom
We all niggas never ignorant getting goals accomplished
Let's have a drink... it's on me! [laughing]

[Verse 1: AZ]
Yes I'm doing it a few soo-wooing it
My man Lou crew bandanna blue-ing it
They buck at cars won't give a fuck who in it
Bust at broads the gods say they ruin shit
20 to a clip hollow heads loaded them legislators ain't doing shit college heads know it
Raps and it's influences turning kids out
Was trapped but still intuitive learn to switch routes in drought
My reality's placed on principalities so
Any casualties gracefully done carefully
The real attracted me re-exchange and bill
Mathematically calculating maintain and chill but still
Mind of Muhammad signs of the Masonic both combine I'm a verbal rhyme galenic
Promise, pay homage only here for a spell and like that
I'm back where the highest form dwell it's right back
Just like them 9 milli shells that systematically let off and murdered Sean Bell in hell
Smell the corpse of the homies we lost from a era so pure you could never be sure
The game's so sick I'm just looking for the cure
Like that Dead Prez flick when they was looking for the score
This whole shit here is forceman's sure [?] ya'll talk about war well a nigga from the core
Sci-fi tricks I'm the spook by the door
Men in all black took the coupe out on tour
Hi-top kicks kept the sweatsuits velour
Fitted all colors we considered all brothers
First we all chilling now we killing one another
See these hustlers on the covers of these FEDS and DIVAS
The game's dead trying to make these young heads believe us either
Understand or be under the land... my man [fades...]

[Gunshots...]

[Verse 2: Papoose]
Peace to the world (Peace to the world)... Papoose Pa-poose
Knowledge is freedom hop in the BM and drop the new zeams [?]
Rhymin with reason I could defeat him
I could delete him I could just eat him
Not to deceive him not to mislead him
Drop it to feed him lock in and teach him proper believing
Cockin and squeeze him pop him and leave him
His pockets is bleeding so know I got ya podi-um [?] I hug the block to the PM
I was wise and strategic on the rise with the thesis since I was rockin the leases
Since I was coppin Adidas since small sizes of sneakers like buddrock [?] with the speeches
You bloodclots is anemic my mugshot in the precint your gunshot is the weakest
My young mind is the deepest you cockblockers and leeches I'll blow your Pradas to pieces
Hold a thousand my queen and fill a vagina with semen
It's so exotic and pleasing I gotta stop when I'm skeetin
When I was my momma fetus her stomach sat by the speakers
The music got in my features that's just why I'm prestigious
Hold my bottle and drink it ain't suck it out of a cleavage
Cause I was ingenious since doc was circumcising my penis
I'm a scholar suceeding and all of my dollars increasing
Got a lot of achievements cause I divide with the weaklings
Sick and tired of these heathens
I see a lot of em scheming they hearts throbbing and tweaking
But I could stop em from beating
Drop the hottest releases I don't bother with demons
I leave em whining and screaming just like a toddler who teething
I pledge-alizes allegiance from the bottom I creeping
All ya'll could line up and meet him the God inside of his kingdom
You claiming you done bidded what that did prove?
When you couldn't walk one visit in that man's shoes
Competition becomes timid cause Pap can't lose
I got the young gifted and black man blues
The 49th law of power your time is hourless
Cross Papoose and you cowards is powerless...

[Beat til fades...]

Conspiracy lyrics - AZ

Good morning ladies and gentleman
And welcome to today's seminar entitled Conspiracy Theory
Where the focus will be conspiracy itself
And today's special guest speaker is legendary lyricist AZ
Ever since society's inception there has been a hierarchy where in which you have
The inclusive and the exclusive
And today he will be expounding on the two entities
Of the included and those of us who are excluded

Sky high gas prices another housing unit being built right in Rikers they opportunists
Society don't like us we like mutants
What happened to the dark cyphers the loves lost
Neighborhood street wars
Scientist manipulating G-4's we not alone
Hurricanes cyclones bomb threats suicide on the Whitestone I palm tecs
Straight from the heart of the hood but overstood
Played my part til I'm parted it should but meant good
Move by the moss [?] and the morns metamorphosis
Offered me optional doors I wanted in
With the wild life wanted to blend but then again
With them satellites they sucking us in we being tracked
So many got chips in they back they blindfold
Me I'm trying to run that victory lap and find codes
Cursed with that ESP I seen they hold papa for a PS3 so is it me
Or majority wanna be slaves
They don't wanna behave but they wanna be saved praise the Lord
Moving on they own accord too content to implement a sharp in they sword so all aboard
Bruised by the height of recession hunger scarce in fears by the vice and infections
I'm aware of the war going on this world we can't escape from
We can run but we can't hide forever
It's deep the system got the masters asleep
Religion mean to rely on they supply and deceit they putting chemicals in food we eat
Polluting the waters it cause slaughter to sheep we the meek
And money ain't worth what it's printed on
I'm posted at the Sprint store trying to put minutes on
It's flying [?] on the same line I'm trying to do business on
I guess they applying what they learned from the Pentagon

Fuck out of here...

Runaway Slave lyrics - AZ

[AZ:]
Pitch black bare foot sprinting like a deer shook
Face like a werewolf quoting from the prayer book
Elders back there put
You know that fear make a motherfucker stare and look
I done seen them lynched grandpopz
In my sleep hear them shackles when they slam lock
Fuck master and his ham hots
Let him pick his damn crops probably get my hands chopped
But it's a chance worth taking
Freedom land will be my last location
Them overseers got them hound dogs chasing
My pounding heart racing since departing from the foundation
Blatant, they just whipped little Willie
He can't walk now they ripped his achilles
Why talk, field niggas fear me house
Niggas hear me but they still a little leery
Or scary, just wanna be free got a baby boy three I don't want him like me
Please, just let me get across know
His freedom's in the north just like Jesus on the cross
Die for our sins I die for my kins just for the sake to see slavery end
Can't they see we all men
All being hated for the color of skin
It's hard to translate it but my brother only ten
Working in the field got him working for a meal
I'm worshipping still so please send a sign
I'm just another nigga with his ass on the line
Fine, but you know I'm here trying
Trying to stay alive while everybody dying
Back at the plantation momma there crying
But I told momma dear not to care cause I'm a lion
No lying, I know I'm a nigga
But now I'm a nigga that made it to the river

[Chorus: x2]
I'm just a runaway slave
I stay running til they run me in my grave
Either that or they lock me in a cage
Throw away the key
Will I ever be free?

I'm That Nigga lyrics - AZ



Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
You know reversals at the board home early
Make a nigga feel personal [?] with the lord zones worldly
Thoughts on a whole different accord
While niggas still stressing on some shit they can't afford or some broad
Fuck if it ain't morgage I ignore it
Need something awkward in my orbit to enjoy it or employ it
I'm back motherfuckers where the toilet
I know niggas is sick but ya'll haters blow dick
Fresh out the frying pan into the fire
Floating in something foreign with official attire
Desire to untouch unseen uncut one dream one nut I'm so mean summed up
Ughh, I'm second to none
Slip through the portal exceptional run
Subliminals are sourceful the desolate one
Beyond your politicians so knowledge tradition pay attention
This is what your scholar's been missing
The making of a man this ain't making of the band
Celestial came from creation of the sand
I Am... I Am... That Nigga

album: "Undeniable" (2008)

The Game Don't Stop lyrics - AZ


[Verse 1:]
I'm a 80's baby
"Mercedes" made me
Crack money and "Moet" made me crazy
Strapped hungry with' no vest they named me "AZ"
Amongst the militant, too insane to raise me
Was "Swayze"
Some old school pimps embraced me
And built real between daffodils and daisies amazed me
The cars changed, switched attire
Broads came, partied like "Richard Pryor"
[?] frames, no lens to protect my pupils
Thou' their hearts changed, love amongst my men was neutral
Beau'ful
We puffed, there was dough to spread
With' enough bread to [?]
I fled
Instead I had a mouth to feed
19 my queen claimed she handled my seed
Do the right thing is wise, that's what "Spike Lee" said
So disguised as a mic fiend, my ties was dead

[Chorus:]
The game don't stop
'Til the player gets knocked
Or the shit flip-flop
And you sittin' on top

[Verse 2:]
My kid here, career in the bloom
I don't live there no more, I done moved to the moon
Whips is like spaceships that zoom on fumes
Flooded bracelets they lit like an eclipse in june
No cartoon
I symbolize the coldest itself
Once told he who hold don't expose his weatlh
But what else
When one life's faced with' crisis
And you see hate replace the holy faith of the righteous
I just
Handcuffed and jailed myself
Jammed up and bailed myself
With' no help
Made my own V.I.s and mailed myself
It's all B.I. I had to tell myself
I'm on lock
The game don't stop
'Til the player gets knocked
Or the shit flip-flop
And you sittin' on top
Flashin' my wrist watch
Like go get cops
Bitch I'm legit got rich off Hip Hop

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I'm one man but so many monsters in me
With' one gram had plans on conquering cities
So on one hand could've signed and launched with' "Diddy"
But I ran with my other man, the response was pretty
A few grams, a few nigga's fiances with' me
New sedans, was feelin' like "Fonzworth Bentley"
Who the man? My homies at the concerts with' me
I was back on my deen
Then the jacket with' the jeans
Then the hatin' and slackin' with' the team
Now I know what it means
Things ain't always what it seems
It's the ones that smoke blunts with' cha
Rap with' cha
But really want your black ass out the picture
Bet the God won't slip
I'm indie with' the semi on the "Remy" loaded talents in the clips
Rubber grip
Got the silence on the tip
So call it what you want I'm on my New York shit!

[Chorus]

Superstar lyrics - AZ

[Chorus:]
You know we came so far
Young superstar
(money in the bank)
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more

[AZ:]
It's no stoppin' him, he's in the books like Pac and em
From early, homey had hip-hop in him
The era of the unlaced kicks, he was rockin' em
Way before the sheepskin flicks, chicks been jockin' him
Right down the block from Wop and em
Niggas either dead or the feds is knockin em, he's still here
Comparisons in these years is real rare
It's embarrassing, the bars he spit, he still care
Never let a bitch in his ear, it ain't worth it
When alone, you gotta look in the mirror, what's the purpose?
From the gutter, bad motherfucker
From under that hustler's umbrella, none other
Than he who speaks would need it
Once said, then his dead homey won't repeat it, well bred
Black with the solar facts, so exact
I was told they want the old god back, I'm here

[Chorus:]
You know we came so far
Young superstar
(money in the bank)
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more

[AZ:]
A-Zah Malik Allah
Repertoire like W.E.B. Du Bois, who ya'll?
Fraus like I came from afar
See bullet wounds, blood leak through the tar, baby pa
I'm the homey Obi Wan Kanobe, no Soke
Supposedly I'm potent with poetry, the almighty
Most likely in the midst of the sheisty
I know the D.A. got dreams to indict me, do the math
I came, I saw, I smashed
Seen niggas get millions, get murdered and bagged
All I ask is those that respect the code
Respect my mode, I'm a HBO episode
Filmed in the streets of New York, it's real talk
My whole life is sealed in the cork, it's rap's fault
Coupes, cribs, chauffers and yachts, gimme props
'Til I'm dead and my physical rots, I'm still hot

[Chorus:]
You know we came so far
Young superstar
(money in the bank)
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more

[Outro:]
Look, the rain is gone, the game
Just like Ming and Sean, Dave and Kareem
We the American dream, with 215 Vacheron Constantin
The $300, 000 Dan Nice and Alain Silberstein
The Princess catalog from Vinny Carl's regime
That's the most prestigious catalog in the world, man
That's $800, 000, 000 in diamonds, man, all precious cut
The $40, 000, 000 Gulf Stream
The Enzo Ferrari, the F-1 McLaren
The Pagani Zanda made my Hiroshime
The mansion in Rome and island
Any complainin's all in the dream
I'm like Bo Bill with a twirl of king
I'm like the count of Beijing with a mix of Ming
I'm like, Lebron James holdin' down his team
I'm like, Elijah Muhammad on top of his Din
A wonder and a light you ain't never seen
Y'all in trouble niggas, it's a new regime
We on the screen, every magazine
Call me at home in Athens, Rome, nigga's officially on
Nigga I'm in that zone, we in full rotation and syndication
Malik man, you still got a crush on Ananda?
Me and AZ in the Pagani Zanda
We in Germany on the auto-don
And I'm the Don and he the Don
The girls wrapped in our arms, seen accentuous charm
Hate if you want but don't front!
It's the billion dollar boys with the billion dollar toys
With the billion dollar bitches
With the maintenance on livin' about the minute a month