Game Ain't Changed lyrics - AZ
Return of the vagina, verbal flame thrower,
Champagne rover, patron hang over.
Low sofa, leathers, high ceilings, alarms
Gold tokers, Chedder, designed with the frost.
The boss, million, squeeze on no civilians,
Chamillion, knock niggas off, in the cold building.
Till then, Brownsville, LA houses,
Living disciples, kanarsee, banners, grace towers,
We raise hours of power, pass on traditions.
Never no cowards into rap with the friction,
Condition, hood pass vouche free admission.
Listen, its either or crack audition.
[?] Move like the book on the board,
Right palm placed on the book of the lord.
Recite songs, when niggas get took to the morgue,
Enbalmed in box, either you armed or not.
The game ain't changed, just the name of the players
The mayor, street smart set apart the stayers
No favors, every man standing in for self,
What else, nigga's ain't heard, nigga's is felt.
The game ain't changed, just the name of the players
There's special units, set up for nigga's doing this
Some niggas is groomed in it, other niggas just ruin shit.
Who the snitch telling, knocking niggas for nothing,
Since there chick is on another nigga dick and she fucking.
Its disgusting, so now you really know I'm ducking,
To the desert, knees squeezing, I'm begging for a reason.
Got 11 little heaters and they certified demons,
I'm pleading, please no involving the police man.
We beefing, the silence is the cold when you creeping.
Sleeping, I'm seeking for something to sink my teeth in,
Its murder, murked the monday, ill be back before the weekend.
Beastin, feel like homie when he high,
Macoroni till I die, you only got one try.
The game ain't changed, just the name of the players
The mayor, street smart set apart the stayers
No favors, every man standing in for self,
What else, nigga's ain't heard, nigga's is felt.
The game ain't changed, just the name of the players
Mary go round, here we go round,
From every angle, hitting like stereo sound.
Chit chatting laying my scenario down.
Manhatten, boogie down, they all yapping in the town.
Bodied little homie, he's now buried in the ground,
So many tears, the nigga could have drowned.
So many years, from hopping on the hound
Till hopping in the coupe, guess they rocking for the crown.
King of the city, its a thing when you pretty,
Feel like nitty, he was here right with me.
Knew it had to happen, but who did the clapping,
knew in he was napping, the names ain't matchin.
Mad ain't the word, had to spazz on a bird,
Know what when it sound on a curb, had to blast on a herb,
Kill me nigga, its quiet like a whisper,
Fly like a slipper, damn a nigga miss ya.
The game ain't changed, just the name of the players
The mayor, street smart set apart the stayers
No favors, every man standing in for self,
What else, nigga's ain't heard, nigga's is felt.
The game aint changed, just the name of the players
It's War lyrics - AZ
2000
Beef with us make y'all niggas wanna blast yourself
Is you niggas really real you should ask yourself
Niggas trying to play big willy can't afford it
The biggest of the biggest willies get extorted
Cannons are tucked where the nigga that we planning to rush
Heard up north he was soft niggas land in his butt
Damaged him up where his crutches standing him up
So what the fuck no he wish he never ran into us
Slam on his nuts beat him so they can't even bust
Juvenate all on his face after we damage him up
Heard you haters from the other side speaking my name
He ain't live he just a crab nigga weak in the game
Speaking in vein who got a gas beating his brain
It ain't done till we left him dead three in his frame
No disrespect my motherfucking nerves is wrecked
I get upset so when you fuck with me your work connect
Never forget I'm a vet plus a threat in this shit
Rest with the fish for faking trying to flex in the six
Freedom or hell these streets here is treating me well
So fuck a cell write the judge don't believe in the bail
You made your bed now lay in it so stay in it
This game ain't made for the lames to play in it
It's War motherfuckers wanna fuck with me
Y'all motherfuckers can't fuck with me
It's War mother fuckers wanna fuck with me
Y'all motherfuckers can't fuck with me
Bottles of Hen it's time these niggas die for they sins
Signs of revenge if they try it once they do it again
Nothing's live for the nine triple my mind's official
Besides I'm a nigga that would ride or die with you
Holding guns high with you load live with you
Attack back to back do a drive by with you
It's thug love, love for the streets love for the slugs
In love with the money but I'm loving the gloves
So bubble up double up you in trouble or what
Your brother do what your vest better cover you up
Time invested since nine five my motto's defected
Trying to connect it no swine my kind won't accept it
Double breast if my first breath born in deceit
Corner my beef we can get it on in the streets
It's War motherfuckers wanna fuck with me
Y'all motherfuckers can't fuck with me
It's War mother fuckers wanna fuck with me
Y'all motherfuckers can't fuck with me
Those hypnotic 98 clothes we throw in the garbage
I'm allotted while your flow is slow and robotic
Do the knowledge street scholar schooled in the projects
Life is dice so don't stop and think of any side bets
Surviving back in effect don't fly in
Yo would die again it's all for the hood got to win
So "The Streets Iz" some got game and sweet with it
I'm deep with it spitting this slang put you to sleep with it
A zigga for the fully to spray quicker
So play nigga right where you stand is where you lay nigga
What's The Science lyrics - I BORN & AZ
Light the sky up send sparks of fire my desire
Rose Cullinan or that flying spur on stock tires
But you can do that when your loaded
With my queen riding shotgun, she so amazing her shoe game ferocious
Remain focus gulf stream status my apparatus peace 7
The check cleared what's todays mathematics
Hermetically sealed wrapped in plastic
In and out of state let's shake Y Equal Self we the baddest
Ask if iborns about that impeccable rap hover overthe ocean
Call the national guard on God I adapt
Peace the flow is wavy call AZ
We a alike b alike c alike then we drive these streets crazy
From here on out mention my name say it with authority
They applauding me back on mine but unfortunately they missed out why is that
We the reason why the city's lit we brought that money back out
While you still scheming high beaming
Don't talk to me about your car
If it ain't the same year as the air you breathing
I'm in anguila jet skiing eating fresh fruit under a palm tree millionaire talk then we fleeing
What's the science lord let's add on stay the course
U N I Verse All the unbeatable force
Count franklins crack the vault open we banking
Offshore accounts masterminds great thinking
All praises due I'm playing too
Coming through with something new coupe grayish blue
We the truth it's the east coast dre and snoop
Fresh out the booth told the God just stay in the loop
Stay in pursuit others savages make them salute
The laws are average out in paris my amazing masseuse
No excuse mines and yours same 24
If you survived what I saw wish you many more
The henny pour on the graves of the mental enslaved
Never aged dior shades I was meant to amaze beloved
I'm of it corner raps got that covered
Indy now this is not that budget plus its
More investments stock bonds store assessments
She couture I adore the lessons blessings
To the shakers shot callers ballers and takers
May you score stand tall as a laker
What's the science lord let's add on stay the course
U N I Verse All the unbeatable force
Count franklins crack the vault open we banking
Offshore accounts masterminds great thinking
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
[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
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
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
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
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]
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]
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]
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
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]
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]
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...]
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...
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?
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
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
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
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
Undeniable lyrics - AZ
[Hook:]
Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen (yeah)
Shorty riding shotgun so incredible (so incredible) (gorgeous)
Lay back in the? down gangster lean (I stay chilling daddy, you dig, ha ha)
This feeling is undeniable
[Verse 1: AZ]
Drama seas, sands so white
Bahamas beach, your plans go right
Out of reach, rambo flights
In some two seater, sitting up like cleavage
Plane conceded, the prayer was a parapalegic
Save the chatter, my swagga's needed, believe it
Button ups, tailor custom cuts,
Trees on the feet, physique fucks him up
That's what's up
Straight from the gutter side
Keep clean on everything my mother dries
Still I love allah, sucker for southern fries
Facing affiliation, embracing my butterflies
I, (I) been down for a minute now
There's none flyer, all the live wires in the ground
A young messaih, admired by entire town
Sun-fire, stay higher than Miriah's sound
So you know I'm on some other shit
Sneak peak, low creep, deep cover shit
[Hook:]
Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen
Shorty riding shotgun so incredible
Lay back in the? down gangster lean
This feeling is undeniable
[Verse 2: AZ]
Local wars, coastal brawls,
If you ball at once, what's the most you saw?
If you fall, do you really got folks to call?
With that bell on hand, why they tell on fam? (sigh)
I feel his pain, how the unfortunate try to steal the fame
How it's more naucseousness than the killer in ray
Through so much anger, (clentching jaw) I know such danger
Thoro, I'm a decade in
From a borough way wicked than wes craven
Then again
Certain things I could never do
My whole life, get it right, get revenue
Get a wife, get a white BMW
2 doors style, take that roof off now
(ha) that was dreams of a younger me
Now my hunger's humongous as a hummer 3
Ferarri drop, with that time in the summer T
[Hook:]
Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen (never seen)
Shorty riding shotgun so incredible (so incredible) (gorgeous)
Lay back in the? down gangster lean (gangster lean)
This feeling is undeniable (deniable)
[Verse 3: AZ]
I'm unsure, how I felt before
But for now all I ask, is Lord help us all
Help me stay focused, I'm self absorbed
And then sunny vibrations, real spot that's spacious
Few cases, Julio Englacias
Flow from the coop, I'm like Owens in the booth
Big boy, had his know from the roof
Way before rap, I can more than fall back
All that it's a beautiful zone
I stay mellow like musical tone, (musical tone)
[Hook:]
Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen. (never seen)
Shorty riding shotgun, so incredible. (incredible) (gorgeous)
Lay back in the? down gangster lean (gangster lean)
This feeling is undeniable
Is undeniable
Is undeniable
Is undeniable
This feeling is undeniable
Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen (yeah)
Shorty riding shotgun so incredible (so incredible) (gorgeous)
Lay back in the? down gangster lean (I stay chilling daddy, you dig, ha ha)
This feeling is undeniable
[Verse 1: AZ]
Drama seas, sands so white
Bahamas beach, your plans go right
Out of reach, rambo flights
In some two seater, sitting up like cleavage
Plane conceded, the prayer was a parapalegic
Save the chatter, my swagga's needed, believe it
Button ups, tailor custom cuts,
Trees on the feet, physique fucks him up
That's what's up
Straight from the gutter side
Keep clean on everything my mother dries
Still I love allah, sucker for southern fries
Facing affiliation, embracing my butterflies
I, (I) been down for a minute now
There's none flyer, all the live wires in the ground
A young messaih, admired by entire town
Sun-fire, stay higher than Miriah's sound
So you know I'm on some other shit
Sneak peak, low creep, deep cover shit
[Hook:]
Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen
Shorty riding shotgun so incredible
Lay back in the? down gangster lean
This feeling is undeniable
[Verse 2: AZ]
Local wars, coastal brawls,
If you ball at once, what's the most you saw?
If you fall, do you really got folks to call?
With that bell on hand, why they tell on fam? (sigh)
I feel his pain, how the unfortunate try to steal the fame
How it's more naucseousness than the killer in ray
Through so much anger, (clentching jaw) I know such danger
Thoro, I'm a decade in
From a borough way wicked than wes craven
Then again
Certain things I could never do
My whole life, get it right, get revenue
Get a wife, get a white BMW
2 doors style, take that roof off now
(ha) that was dreams of a younger me
Now my hunger's humongous as a hummer 3
Ferarri drop, with that time in the summer T
[Hook:]
Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen (never seen)
Shorty riding shotgun so incredible (so incredible) (gorgeous)
Lay back in the? down gangster lean (gangster lean)
This feeling is undeniable (deniable)
[Verse 3: AZ]
I'm unsure, how I felt before
But for now all I ask, is Lord help us all
Help me stay focused, I'm self absorbed
And then sunny vibrations, real spot that's spacious
Few cases, Julio Englacias
Flow from the coop, I'm like Owens in the booth
Big boy, had his know from the roof
Way before rap, I can more than fall back
All that it's a beautiful zone
I stay mellow like musical tone, (musical tone)
[Hook:]
Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen. (never seen)
Shorty riding shotgun, so incredible. (incredible) (gorgeous)
Lay back in the? down gangster lean (gangster lean)
This feeling is undeniable
Is undeniable
Is undeniable
Is undeniable
This feeling is undeniable
Now I Know lyrics - AZ
[Sample:]
Starting fresh, building slow, take my time cause now... I know
[AZ:] This that kush right here... this that sour... it's serious...
[Verse 1:]
I'm reinvented weed scented
Coup exceeding the speed limit smoke easing through the roof
Few regrets breathe through the youth
I'm a seasoned vet I need no excuse baby
Still rubble flights on that Delta shuttle
Patron's in me so the shots is doubled no envy
A few pennies polished persona
Jews defend me it wasn't me honest your honor
I'm a loose cannon though the truth is
I'm used to handling standing tall strong like wall paneling
All from Maryland spreaded my chips
To them stores on Madison my fetish for chicks but umm
[Chorus:]
Starting fresh, building slow, take my time cause now... I know
[AZ laughing in background]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, it's rap now and I still ask how
Still got the vibe guess I got to be live
Gear so illy gotta stay fly
Appear so willy hunnies got to say hi
But wave by cause I'm gone in the wind
Errol Flynn blue Pradas pearl Benz few dollars girlfriend you holla
My focus on never so often you could catch me with some loafers on
I'm livin it's all vision cautious decisions
From the cost to the Porsche with the ribbons
My ambitions embedded deep down in my soul
I don't fold I'm forever like diamonds and gold a smoke's scroll [?]
Bottles and buckles of ice I'm on the mic and ya'll thought little Weezy was nice
Get a load of a lyricist duckin his mows [?]
Street influences doin this since 12 years old but oh...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
So I'm back ya'll
Back from black ball
Back with the mask off
Could rap my ass off
Past paused [?] then ducked the task force
Tough as the asphalt
Stuffed the cash vault it's my fault
Cause I seen it coming I guess I couldn't see me running still stunning
Name still the same in humming since a younging
Been feeding through illegal funding call it cunning
Done with my days of dumming I'm grown up
Calisthenics in the gym on the daily I'm toned up
And ya'll cowards gon respect my work my word
I'm worldwide with a thirst unheard yes sir...
[Chorus: til end and fades]
The Hardest lyrics - AZ (feat. Styles P)
[Large Professor:]
Yeah it's the ghost SP
The G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP
With the G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP
With the G-O-D AZ
Hardest yeah hardest
[Styles P:]
Yeah it's the hardest out
I'm a die for my cause, take the martyr route
Up north they talk about me when the yard is out
Can't come through the hood on the mountain bike when cars is out
It's the G-H-O-S-T go in
I'm the P-H-A-N-T-O-M Phantom
Spit Jems blow hems from his chin to his eyebrow
Trying to watching beat street and wildstyle
Get the feeling back
Whateva happen to realer rap
Ask my man where the tequila at
I'm from a hood where they peel ya cap
And you ain't got a prize under
Word to the hoodie that my eyes under
Word to the hand that the gloves over
It's all hate when the loves over
Talk straight when thug sober
But keep it quiet just shush
When you see me blowing kush on the push
Trying to get large dough
Ghost Sosa and Large Pro
Why you think I got on my cargos
To put mad stacks in it
I burn your house with the plaques in it
And then I'm spraying the mac in it
Your dj is wack burn his house with the wax in it
Never kick raps if you ain't got facts in it
But regardless whatever your bars is
I don't give a fuck cause I be the hardest nigga
[Hook:]
[Styles P:] I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T you don't wanna see SP
Everyday I wake up it's like I'm liable to sin
Smoke haze in bible paper swallowing gin
I'm G-H-O-S-T
I can crack the ground and make the clouds come down
Find me if you looking for trouble
Send a hundred niggas I'm a bust a thousand rounds
[AZ:]
The streets is mine
The east just fine
We drop jewels in our verbal
We reach the blind
We badu with the earth food
Delete the swine
Nine two how we murk you it's reaper time
No riffing
Death is near the checks is cleared
Bout to charge niggas holes for they reckless stares
Bout to bar niggas flows cause they rep ain't there
They style is trash
The more cash the less I care
I'm colder real vulgore
Kill bill with the blue steel in the holster
Come no closer
Got the game in a choka blunt smoker
Pretty hair cunt stroker it's brooklyn baby
Motherfuckers thought bush was crazy kill'em all
My marriage to the streets was annulled I'm a ball
From the era where the real niggas ball took cheddar
Broads even look much better I put pleasure
And stitch in every word
I'm the sickest eva heard
If you can't get me richer I'm a kick you to the curb
Picture getting served on a yacht with orderve
While the block still rock twenty g's by the third
That's my word
[Hook:]
[AZ:] I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T ya'll don't wanna see AZ
At any given minute nigga liable to flip
You wanna pimp nigga find you a bitch I ain't the one
I'm S-O-S that's me
Got a hundred hungry goons that'll kill for free
Same young nigga that'll torch your face
Suite up and come support at your wake motherfucker
[Large Professor:]
Yeah it's the ghost SP
The G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP
With the G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP
With the G-O-D AZ
Hardest yeah hardest
Yeah it's the ghost SP
The G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP
With the G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP
With the G-O-D AZ
Hardest yeah hardest
[Styles P:]
Yeah it's the hardest out
I'm a die for my cause, take the martyr route
Up north they talk about me when the yard is out
Can't come through the hood on the mountain bike when cars is out
It's the G-H-O-S-T go in
I'm the P-H-A-N-T-O-M Phantom
Spit Jems blow hems from his chin to his eyebrow
Trying to watching beat street and wildstyle
Get the feeling back
Whateva happen to realer rap
Ask my man where the tequila at
I'm from a hood where they peel ya cap
And you ain't got a prize under
Word to the hoodie that my eyes under
Word to the hand that the gloves over
It's all hate when the loves over
Talk straight when thug sober
But keep it quiet just shush
When you see me blowing kush on the push
Trying to get large dough
Ghost Sosa and Large Pro
Why you think I got on my cargos
To put mad stacks in it
I burn your house with the plaques in it
And then I'm spraying the mac in it
Your dj is wack burn his house with the wax in it
Never kick raps if you ain't got facts in it
But regardless whatever your bars is
I don't give a fuck cause I be the hardest nigga
[Hook:]
[Styles P:] I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T you don't wanna see SP
Everyday I wake up it's like I'm liable to sin
Smoke haze in bible paper swallowing gin
I'm G-H-O-S-T
I can crack the ground and make the clouds come down
Find me if you looking for trouble
Send a hundred niggas I'm a bust a thousand rounds
[AZ:]
The streets is mine
The east just fine
We drop jewels in our verbal
We reach the blind
We badu with the earth food
Delete the swine
Nine two how we murk you it's reaper time
No riffing
Death is near the checks is cleared
Bout to charge niggas holes for they reckless stares
Bout to bar niggas flows cause they rep ain't there
They style is trash
The more cash the less I care
I'm colder real vulgore
Kill bill with the blue steel in the holster
Come no closer
Got the game in a choka blunt smoker
Pretty hair cunt stroker it's brooklyn baby
Motherfuckers thought bush was crazy kill'em all
My marriage to the streets was annulled I'm a ball
From the era where the real niggas ball took cheddar
Broads even look much better I put pleasure
And stitch in every word
I'm the sickest eva heard
If you can't get me richer I'm a kick you to the curb
Picture getting served on a yacht with orderve
While the block still rock twenty g's by the third
That's my word
[Hook:]
[AZ:] I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T ya'll don't wanna see AZ
At any given minute nigga liable to flip
You wanna pimp nigga find you a bitch I ain't the one
I'm S-O-S that's me
Got a hundred hungry goons that'll kill for free
Same young nigga that'll torch your face
Suite up and come support at your wake motherfucker
[Large Professor:]
Yeah it's the ghost SP
The G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP
With the G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP
With the G-O-D AZ
Hardest yeah hardest
I Am The Truth lyrics - AZ
[AZ:]
It's the most marvelous
Haha, so consistent, so Denevere
This here is classical
I'm a genius!
Allow me...
[Verse 1:]
Scrilla rap spitter, silverback gorilla, mass killer
Heavy hoodie cow, hide, half chinchilla
Watch for scrilla's cuz they hastle the dealers, for reala
Y'all little niggaz, me I lex and grilla, I'm chilla
Pillows of purple had to seal up my circle
It's serious, when your seralbello senses alert you
Pollack church shoes parolee homie's home on curfew
Who's commercial, I verbalize universal
Uniqueness, I'm nonchalant nigga no secrets
What ambiance never show weakness, control leakege
Live niggaz know I speak it
Verbalize outta eye, cuz we cohesive
Flow's freakish
Dough is just honor the pieces to the puzzle
Like the streets always been to the struggle
[Chorus:]
I am the truth, truth
On a whole nother level
From the stone to the bezel
To the chrome on the metal
I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
I am the truth, truth
Every coast gotta know
I'm the most with the flow
No joke I'm a pro
I'm like the pope on the low
[Verse 2:]
Soul music so intense so live
It's, no excuses y'all been so deprived
This is so exclusive and I'm so obliged
Certified superhero with no disguise
Force the vibe for the niggaz got tossed aside
and the misfortuned that lost they lives
I survive, I weave from side to side
No when to slide, stay hush, use my eyes to guide
I'm straight up
Too tough try hide my pride
Grew up amongst sky high homocide
Who am I besides homie that exposed to phoneys
The one and only still intact without the matrimony
Still on track I cock back and, black like Toby
Y'all bastards know me, no wolfpack attack for doly
[Chorus:]
I am the truth, truth
On a whole nother level
From the stone to the bezel
To the chrome on the metal
I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
I am the truth, truth
Every coast gotta know
I'm the most with the flow
No joke I'm a pro
I'm like the pope on the low
[Hook:]
Certified murder ties
Been in beef, burglarise
Been a beast, purchased pies
Hell heat, perfect size
Felt defeat, felt the rise
Seldom sleep, dealt with lies
Been Tel-Aviv through certain rides
Smelt police, I works with high
[Verse 3:]
Hood legend, household name
Presence is felt, real niggaz vouch for my pain
Ahead of myself, what else is there about this game
The letters is spelt, so know when he drouch the same
Measure my wealth with realness, I know what's good
No mills missed, keep one foot in the hood
I still spit like a lot of niggaz wish they would
Can sell shit till I'm stiffed and shipped in wood
Misunderstood, mama's only son she's stressed to get it done
She knows I'm the last one left
[Chorus:]
I am the truth, truth
On a whole nother level
From the stone to the bezel
To the chrome on the metal
I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
I am the truth, truth
Every coast gotta know
I'm the most with the flow
No joke I'm a pro
I'm like the pope on the low
It's the most marvelous
Haha, so consistent, so Denevere
This here is classical
I'm a genius!
Allow me...
[Verse 1:]
Scrilla rap spitter, silverback gorilla, mass killer
Heavy hoodie cow, hide, half chinchilla
Watch for scrilla's cuz they hastle the dealers, for reala
Y'all little niggaz, me I lex and grilla, I'm chilla
Pillows of purple had to seal up my circle
It's serious, when your seralbello senses alert you
Pollack church shoes parolee homie's home on curfew
Who's commercial, I verbalize universal
Uniqueness, I'm nonchalant nigga no secrets
What ambiance never show weakness, control leakege
Live niggaz know I speak it
Verbalize outta eye, cuz we cohesive
Flow's freakish
Dough is just honor the pieces to the puzzle
Like the streets always been to the struggle
[Chorus:]
I am the truth, truth
On a whole nother level
From the stone to the bezel
To the chrome on the metal
I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
I am the truth, truth
Every coast gotta know
I'm the most with the flow
No joke I'm a pro
I'm like the pope on the low
[Verse 2:]
Soul music so intense so live
It's, no excuses y'all been so deprived
This is so exclusive and I'm so obliged
Certified superhero with no disguise
Force the vibe for the niggaz got tossed aside
and the misfortuned that lost they lives
I survive, I weave from side to side
No when to slide, stay hush, use my eyes to guide
I'm straight up
Too tough try hide my pride
Grew up amongst sky high homocide
Who am I besides homie that exposed to phoneys
The one and only still intact without the matrimony
Still on track I cock back and, black like Toby
Y'all bastards know me, no wolfpack attack for doly
[Chorus:]
I am the truth, truth
On a whole nother level
From the stone to the bezel
To the chrome on the metal
I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
I am the truth, truth
Every coast gotta know
I'm the most with the flow
No joke I'm a pro
I'm like the pope on the low
[Hook:]
Certified murder ties
Been in beef, burglarise
Been a beast, purchased pies
Hell heat, perfect size
Felt defeat, felt the rise
Seldom sleep, dealt with lies
Been Tel-Aviv through certain rides
Smelt police, I works with high
[Verse 3:]
Hood legend, household name
Presence is felt, real niggaz vouch for my pain
Ahead of myself, what else is there about this game
The letters is spelt, so know when he drouch the same
Measure my wealth with realness, I know what's good
No mills missed, keep one foot in the hood
I still spit like a lot of niggaz wish they would
Can sell shit till I'm stiffed and shipped in wood
Misunderstood, mama's only son she's stressed to get it done
She knows I'm the last one left
[Chorus:]
I am the truth, truth
On a whole nother level
From the stone to the bezel
To the chrome on the metal
I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
I am the truth, truth
Every coast gotta know
I'm the most with the flow
No joke I'm a pro
I'm like the pope on the low
Get High lyrics - AZ
Lord knows I try
get high, get high, get high
[Verse 1:]
I got haze blue and strawberry dro and diesel
I got kush and cannabis and all shades are lethal
Enough to puff with all my people
Chunks in the truck like the stuff was legal
Nothin but dutches I'm amoungst the evils
Bongs to breathe through my first time was preeschool
[Hook:]
Get high, Get fly, Get lye
[Verse 2:]
I got tons of guns but I love that mac
Automatics love to tug those back
Snubnoses for my hoes that pack
Big toys like them boys in Iraq
Click clacks'll put your brains in your lap
Open on thats the first time I blacked
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I got Gucci, Pradas, Louis and all
I got it for the spring, the summer, the winter, fall
I got Bagarvy shades, Chrichendiors
Tims and hoodies just for war
Suits and hardbottoms respect no law
Open in the mall the first time I Balled
[Hook]
[Verse 4:]
I got chicks thats all thick and in shape, and love it
Flicks and videos, shit, I does it
Some that cry, cum, and some thats rugged
One thats sprung when she done she hum it
One home body and one I run with
Ménage, massage, and word to God
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Lord knows I did
[Hook]
[Verse 5:]
I got cribs in the suburbs, the hood, and the city
A low crib with the wiz thats pretty
A crew crib where niggas bring biddies
A crib out mid, thats hid like Diddy's
A tropic spot out in the Caymans
A Cali spot the first time I copped
[Hook]
[Verse 6:]
I got love for thugs and hustlers period
Hate for snakes I take that serious
Respect for ballers and those that stack
Appreciation for broads with back
Death for losers that snitch and tell
My homie homes first day on bail
[Hook]
[Verse 7:]
I got 5 albums out 4 to go
A paper fetish I love the dough
Love for V's that speed and blow
Knowledge of self if you need to know
Patrone,Crissy, even Cleeko
Bitch so big I had to a pimp
Haha
I tried, I tried
[Hook]
get high, get high, get high
[Verse 1:]
I got haze blue and strawberry dro and diesel
I got kush and cannabis and all shades are lethal
Enough to puff with all my people
Chunks in the truck like the stuff was legal
Nothin but dutches I'm amoungst the evils
Bongs to breathe through my first time was preeschool
[Hook:]
Get high, Get fly, Get lye
[Verse 2:]
I got tons of guns but I love that mac
Automatics love to tug those back
Snubnoses for my hoes that pack
Big toys like them boys in Iraq
Click clacks'll put your brains in your lap
Open on thats the first time I blacked
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I got Gucci, Pradas, Louis and all
I got it for the spring, the summer, the winter, fall
I got Bagarvy shades, Chrichendiors
Tims and hoodies just for war
Suits and hardbottoms respect no law
Open in the mall the first time I Balled
[Hook]
[Verse 4:]
I got chicks thats all thick and in shape, and love it
Flicks and videos, shit, I does it
Some that cry, cum, and some thats rugged
One thats sprung when she done she hum it
One home body and one I run with
Ménage, massage, and word to God
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Lord knows I did
[Hook]
[Verse 5:]
I got cribs in the suburbs, the hood, and the city
A low crib with the wiz thats pretty
A crew crib where niggas bring biddies
A crib out mid, thats hid like Diddy's
A tropic spot out in the Caymans
A Cali spot the first time I copped
[Hook]
[Verse 6:]
I got love for thugs and hustlers period
Hate for snakes I take that serious
Respect for ballers and those that stack
Appreciation for broads with back
Death for losers that snitch and tell
My homie homes first day on bail
[Hook]
[Verse 7:]
I got 5 albums out 4 to go
A paper fetish I love the dough
Love for V's that speed and blow
Knowledge of self if you need to know
Patrone,Crissy, even Cleeko
Bitch so big I had to a pimp
Haha
I tried, I tried
[Hook]
Make Me! lyrics - AZ
I ain't goin nowhere, Ima be here til 2030 ya'll can bet that..
Classic material my mojos back
I'm loco no sunoco the flow show dat
the hood kno do fo do lo ima solo cat
fly photos no polo i throw those back
[?] my scuffed soldier boots that holds no gat
gotta crew of lil homies for that.. where the love at?
still standin I ain't strung on crack
still handle it like Pun on tracks
so check me out ya'll
street of philly was born willy arms is chilly
neck froze, fresh clothes, the specs is silly
[?] for really, war like the lord Achilles
I'm too illy, worth more than half a billi
So please feel my I'm direct effect
and since a kid at fresh [?] I've been fresh til death
You know what it is.. ayo Fresh come on man, it's how we do it.. let's resurrect the hood ya heard?
The coke game is a regular, the stacks uneven
Pimp game's still cellular, but rap I'm eatin'
Used to pitch packs in streets
Took it to the next level hard face watch made by Patti Philipe
Jars of dro the chalk just added to beef
Bars stay hot with raps thats grabbin the beats
Double nickle deep down in the bucket seats
Yatch match the Rolli, where my fuckin freaks?
Flow fast and gawdy with chinchilla minx
Hoes trash they [?] and cant barely [?]
Ma we can take it to another life level
Somethin like whole diamond round ya ice bezel
I heard a few niggas hatin on your nice fellow
But did they know your range cherry and ya ice yellow
I holla at you neccessary when it's nice hello
It's Fresh, 50 bricks nigga on my grind level
Ayo A talk to these niggas.. you know we poor but cop chilly wrists niggas.. stackin chips niggas.. and official hood figures
Been locked in since them wally moccassins and them drop top bm's
ya'll shoulda cock blocked me then
Now a dime later haters try n box me in
But like Iverson i skip hop to the rim back spin whip wop fake cock it again
It's understood I'm the hood Hitchcock with a grin
Came in the spot wit 6 bad brawds, lift Jag doors
Never too gawdy but my wrist wrapped raw
Flip packs of raw, slick black valor
Reacquainted with rap now we rip half of these tours
Pull up at the summer league games Ashton Mar's
Hopped out the whip prada shit straps and all
The crack game is back so its fresh to ball
330 hard top cherry red bar watch
[?]
I handle pop niggas CL split top
so listen up to whos runnin the game
You know its Fresh 50 bricks plus the shit on my chain
Polo mitts so sick they just stick in you're brain
[?]
And you could see Fresh livin good enjoyin my health
Now we runnin in the bars and we buyin the shelfs
M5 burn rubber we denyin the belts
Big bottles of that Don and we dyin for help
Niggas, shit back up when the Ashton dash up
The shit ash color mack in the black truc
Classic material my mojos back
I'm loco no sunoco the flow show dat
the hood kno do fo do lo ima solo cat
fly photos no polo i throw those back
[?] my scuffed soldier boots that holds no gat
gotta crew of lil homies for that.. where the love at?
still standin I ain't strung on crack
still handle it like Pun on tracks
so check me out ya'll
street of philly was born willy arms is chilly
neck froze, fresh clothes, the specs is silly
[?] for really, war like the lord Achilles
I'm too illy, worth more than half a billi
So please feel my I'm direct effect
and since a kid at fresh [?] I've been fresh til death
You know what it is.. ayo Fresh come on man, it's how we do it.. let's resurrect the hood ya heard?
The coke game is a regular, the stacks uneven
Pimp game's still cellular, but rap I'm eatin'
Used to pitch packs in streets
Took it to the next level hard face watch made by Patti Philipe
Jars of dro the chalk just added to beef
Bars stay hot with raps thats grabbin the beats
Double nickle deep down in the bucket seats
Yatch match the Rolli, where my fuckin freaks?
Flow fast and gawdy with chinchilla minx
Hoes trash they [?] and cant barely [?]
Ma we can take it to another life level
Somethin like whole diamond round ya ice bezel
I heard a few niggas hatin on your nice fellow
But did they know your range cherry and ya ice yellow
I holla at you neccessary when it's nice hello
It's Fresh, 50 bricks nigga on my grind level
Ayo A talk to these niggas.. you know we poor but cop chilly wrists niggas.. stackin chips niggas.. and official hood figures
Been locked in since them wally moccassins and them drop top bm's
ya'll shoulda cock blocked me then
Now a dime later haters try n box me in
But like Iverson i skip hop to the rim back spin whip wop fake cock it again
It's understood I'm the hood Hitchcock with a grin
Came in the spot wit 6 bad brawds, lift Jag doors
Never too gawdy but my wrist wrapped raw
Flip packs of raw, slick black valor
Reacquainted with rap now we rip half of these tours
Pull up at the summer league games Ashton Mar's
Hopped out the whip prada shit straps and all
The crack game is back so its fresh to ball
330 hard top cherry red bar watch
[?]
I handle pop niggas CL split top
so listen up to whos runnin the game
You know its Fresh 50 bricks plus the shit on my chain
Polo mitts so sick they just stick in you're brain
[?]
And you could see Fresh livin good enjoyin my health
Now we runnin in the bars and we buyin the shelfs
M5 burn rubber we denyin the belts
Big bottles of that Don and we dyin for help
Niggas, shit back up when the Ashton dash up
The shit ash color mack in the black truc
Games lyrics - AZ (feat. Samson)
[AZ:]
Of course it's me, AZ
The most hated, most underrated
But it is, what it is
[Verse 1:]
Go the years studded frames on my facial
[?] tint, you can sense I'm bi-racial
Benevolence of a pimp and I'm grateful
Heaven sent, I was meant for a late view
Lived the life, unknown the most
Never boast, got that grown approach
I get it in, professor with the dividends
Doe or Die, succesor of my sibblings
You know it
From petty crimes to a street poet
It's all the grind, steady mind, taught to keep forward
The game's crucial, no gangs I remain neutral
It's more fruitful, trueful I'm living beauful (beautiful)
What the Lupe do, love it or leave it
Minor beef to above it to breathe it
Inclining cease, fuck how others perceive it
I'm doing me, hip-hop since Spoonie Gee in ziplocks
So I ask why y'all fooling with me
[Chorus:]
I work hard (you know you know you know you know you know you know)
To get the things I have
I work hard
To get the things I have
And I wanna know why you wanna play on me
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play on me)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play, yeah)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me
[Verse 2:]
Imagine this: no money, just arrogance and hungry
Can see a sex freak, fly mystique and spunky
Comfy amongst the streets why y'all creeps is lunchmeat
Frauds, like emotional broads, it's only monthly
Grungy, violence is the only respect
The stress numb me
Death is the last thing left
So get from me if your math ain't matching your words
I know the half so when I laugh I'm just relaxing my nerves
Love furs, diamonds is a mans best friends
His and hers is all captured on the camera lens
I'm what it was, for the buzz and the torch was lit
Never a dud, you all bug, get off my dick
Y'all need hugs, I'm just trying to mind my own
Little patron, few shines, all kind of colognes
Monotone, it's assertiveness that come when you grown
I sense nervouseness, y'all know I'm in that murderous zone
But still courties, shake hands and kiss the kids
Make plans with the Ms. take trips to live
Why bid when the smart got a lot of advantage
It's a art, so know that y'all involved with a mammoth
Single handed, never taken nothing for granted
Never fronting, my face ain't never touching the canvas
Understand this
[Chorus:]
I work hard (you know you know you know you know you know you know)
To get the things I have
I work hard
To get the things I have
And I wanna know why you wanna play on me
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play on me)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play, alright)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play, baby)
Why you wanna, playa hate AZ (Why you wanna play on me)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play)
Why you wanna, playa hate AZ
Why you wanna, playa hate on me
Rise & Fall lyrics - AZ (feat. Big Pooh, Phonte)
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Cold as the cold in the wintertime
Slow rhyme when I rhyme, no beginner I'm
City walk when they sin tryna make a dime
They don't ask for too much, just a lil' shine
Lil' time on the grind tryin get that gwap
Wah'n't worth eight years for your first time pop
Now you back rehabilitated, punchin the clock
Old neighborhood witnessin your man and 'nem drop
Got the drop on that nigga said he runnin the block
Graduated from the greens to servin up rock
So you plot and you think and you sin on the plan
on some scheme-ass shit but, that's your man
I'm sayin, you tryna push reasons to the front
and put a block on that other shit you want
But the streets keep callin ya name
An 9-to-5 slave to the rhythm ain't bringin you fame
So it's back to the game, round up a lil' gang
Set it up to stick ya manye but he stick you first
Goodbye!
[Chorus:]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man
[Phonte:]
Remember (-member), befo niggaz was on the bandwagon...
I fell asleep til the sound of hand cannons
Leavin holes in souls the size of Grand Canyons
Late nights [?] streets with my man Brandon
Fast forward, twelve years now we grandstandin
Because I'm main-taining, wit'out man-tanin
and it made me an ani-mal
But I need another quota book for the catalog
I could dumb down and rap for bitches and alcohol
But I'm too loud, and too proud to tap-dance for these crackers, dawg
So, won't be no Gregory Hine-it
When Tay get hostle, he in the gospel like he in the Winans
and right now, he in there finding
a new platform for the rhymes that I arranged
A new ideas for the lines that I exchanged
cause I can't be, a laughingstock homie, that'll be a crying shame
All I need is six bars and an intro
Cause I relate to these beats like it was kinfolks
And the flow's so fresh like Mentos
and this is all real talk, that's for your info
Cause that's where I been, yo, ho!
[Chorus:]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
[Phonte:]
Uh, 3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man
[AZ:]
Grindin, time limb
muh'fucker back up, stepped-up muh'fucker
So quiet, I coulda crept on a sucker (ahhh!)
From behind and blew the breath out the busta (poooow!)
But instead, held my head like a hustl-er
Pumped-up and get the sound of the muffler
Heard him clown bout his pounds bein fluffier
Tellin niggaz outta town they be luckier
and get sad when the hood had enough of ya
Broke niggaz buck at cha, poke you in ya jugga-ler
But when you high, you feel niggaz can't fuck wit ya
I'm surprised some niggaz still had customers
[?] my eyes and inhaled my smoke
Tryna decide, should I let him slide - but nope!
He broke ties when he spoke his lies
Tell his pi's that he hope I die, so my reply is
to "Keep it real, I hope you could fly"
Cause I'ma send him to them open skies
(Gah! Gah! Rrraaah! Rrraaah!)
[Chorus:]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
[AZ:]
3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
Cold as the cold in the wintertime
Slow rhyme when I rhyme, no beginner I'm
City walk when they sin tryna make a dime
They don't ask for too much, just a lil' shine
Lil' time on the grind tryin get that gwap
Wah'n't worth eight years for your first time pop
Now you back rehabilitated, punchin the clock
Old neighborhood witnessin your man and 'nem drop
Got the drop on that nigga said he runnin the block
Graduated from the greens to servin up rock
So you plot and you think and you sin on the plan
on some scheme-ass shit but, that's your man
I'm sayin, you tryna push reasons to the front
and put a block on that other shit you want
But the streets keep callin ya name
An 9-to-5 slave to the rhythm ain't bringin you fame
So it's back to the game, round up a lil' gang
Set it up to stick ya manye but he stick you first
Goodbye!
[Chorus:]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man
[Phonte:]
Remember (-member), befo niggaz was on the bandwagon...
I fell asleep til the sound of hand cannons
Leavin holes in souls the size of Grand Canyons
Late nights [?] streets with my man Brandon
Fast forward, twelve years now we grandstandin
Because I'm main-taining, wit'out man-tanin
and it made me an ani-mal
But I need another quota book for the catalog
I could dumb down and rap for bitches and alcohol
But I'm too loud, and too proud to tap-dance for these crackers, dawg
So, won't be no Gregory Hine-it
When Tay get hostle, he in the gospel like he in the Winans
and right now, he in there finding
a new platform for the rhymes that I arranged
A new ideas for the lines that I exchanged
cause I can't be, a laughingstock homie, that'll be a crying shame
All I need is six bars and an intro
Cause I relate to these beats like it was kinfolks
And the flow's so fresh like Mentos
and this is all real talk, that's for your info
Cause that's where I been, yo, ho!
[Chorus:]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
[Phonte:]
Uh, 3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man
[AZ:]
Grindin, time limb
muh'fucker back up, stepped-up muh'fucker
So quiet, I coulda crept on a sucker (ahhh!)
From behind and blew the breath out the busta (poooow!)
But instead, held my head like a hustl-er
Pumped-up and get the sound of the muffler
Heard him clown bout his pounds bein fluffier
Tellin niggaz outta town they be luckier
and get sad when the hood had enough of ya
Broke niggaz buck at cha, poke you in ya jugga-ler
But when you high, you feel niggaz can't fuck wit ya
I'm surprised some niggaz still had customers
[?] my eyes and inhaled my smoke
Tryna decide, should I let him slide - but nope!
He broke ties when he spoke his lies
Tell his pi's that he hope I die, so my reply is
to "Keep it real, I hope you could fly"
Cause I'ma send him to them open skies
(Gah! Gah! Rrraaah! Rrraaah!)
[Chorus:]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
[AZ:]
3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
Animal lyrics - AZ
[Hook: Rap Samples]
[Notorious B.I.G.: x4]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
It's rules to this shit
[Intro: AZ]
Yea, enough respect
The Bad Boy, Death Row, No Limit
Rap-a-lot, Roc-a-fella, Cash-Money, Ruff Ryders
So-So-Def, The Inc.
And all the incarcerated Scarfaces from ghetto to ghetto
Now introducin' to you a new Empire
Quiet Money Records and Hush Management
Formely presents - yours truly
[Verse 1: AZ]
I'm praised for wicked word-play
Emerge from my Earth days
Was boxed in the Bird Cage
Now flock wit the Mermaids
A shorty wop, 'til I copped then I turned age
Saw it unfold, certain laws are untold
Unsolved Mysteries, coffins is closed
A Carnivore trickery, cautions your road
Any slip-ups will be huntin' your shows
So neva get it twisted nigga, keep an Iron Biscuit witcha
Beast promoted, the street's is coded
For the Naked eye times is too deep to notice
Yea I specialize in rhymes, but I peep the bogus
On every known level, I'ma stone cold Rebel
Clothes is crisp, I rolls Gold the Wrist
I was schooled how to tuck, hide and hold the fifth
How to crush, cut, divide and supply the sniff
So if the truth ain't need, then the truth can't be
[Hook: Rap Samples]
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[NaS:]
Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[NaS:]
Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
The street's is ki's
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
[Verse 2: AZ]
From base potter to that hard rock white
We all hustlers, live that hard knock life
Some get knocked, and their Hearts not right
Cuffed up in the air, met this charge that night
We all know that the Narc's ain't nice
But.. that's the price when your bars ain't tight
The Beast within release within, you get caught-up lose trust
You don't speak to friends, you lose lust
Rarely fuck, you just seekin' Sin
You know ducks stay glizzly and love to get busy
The stakes is high, the bench is long
A few wakes niggaz cry, you live, you gon'
If you escape, rules apply, kids is born
And the game won't change, it's the same ol' game
[Hook: Rap Samples]
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[NaS:]
Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[NaS:]
Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
It's rules to this shit
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
And I can't turn back
[Verse 3: AZ]
And my mind been back was since puffin' on the back-woods
Clutchin' on them clappers, and duckin' from them crackers
Neva been in Nappa, neva fuck wit no Rappers
I'm so gon' wit it, but I'm so long winded
Seen the worst, when I seen my first
Body get caught, I was prolly this short
The victim right beside me, stressed on the sidewalk
But you neva seen a man cry, 'til you seen a man die
The killer shots, the realer the co-op
If you could realer, then it's similar plots
Then if not, you won't familiar, you a squilar
You no dilla you hot, fuck around get the whole block locked
But neva me, I've been Boss playin', cookin' up sautéin'
'Til I saw another dough, I had to force a nigga weighin'
Now in all Black wit the Gloves and Hat
I'm so deep in it, that I can't turn back
[Hook: Rap Samples]
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
I'm fallin' and I can't -
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal - Animal
This Is What I Do lyrics - AZ
[Intro: AZ]
Yes, yes, ladies and gentlemen
I'll like to thank you for your support, love
Not only to me, but to the whole hip-hop industry itself
We as a whole, we've been weathering in the Storm
From the start, 30-plus years ago to now
But uh, like all weapons of hate, we perceiver
So allow me to speak not only for me
But on behalf of the hip-hop coalition
Every hood, every ghetto across the United States of America
[Verse 1: AZ]
Yea, as a youngin' I was sittin'- spittin' sponge-in'
Just learnin' the life, and Christ second comin'
Well mannered and nice, got advice from women
But when the money get tight, the stomach start grumblin'
It was some of then, wasn't all Hammers then
Went in the Benz, it was kingpin and bubblin'
We started huddlin', puttin' in, and jugglin'
A shear later we straight, no more strugglin'
But that was only the start
The love between homey started fallin' apart
I guess anything's addictive when it's callin' your heart
Death and incarceration had us all in the dark
We was done, some'll say "we had a beautiful run"
And the beauty is skin deep was beneath the slums
I was numb, that was like speakin' in tongues
So relax, I adapt within a week I was sprung
Spoke facts on the track, it's like squeezin' a gun
No more crack, all the boys on my back hearin' "RUN"
Yea, I changed & came, all them years, on the stairs G Rap & Kane
I felt pain, them beamers still lurkin' my brain
But the ways is the most high is to preserve to explain
It was the fame, that focused me, perfected my game
And like that, there's so many others that this rap will remain
And in exchange, we give fans the force of the reign
To feed, nurture, and breed, and be the voice of the slain
It's a shame, but that real shit come wit the life
And in order to obtain you gotta sacrifice
It's like cuttin' your bitch shorter, don't pass on fights
I'ma tourer, so you know all my facts is right
Plus my Aurora is like used spoilers on the porch at night
So be polite, just go for them critics that write
This is Rap, we from the hood, just tryin' to get a slice
Some'll bite, but the most just coast wit ice
And rock a little chain, get a little brain
[Immediately changes to AZ talking]
Ha ha-ha ha, yea, hey, it is what it is
You know Rap has no rules
See my enlightener he-he once told me once said
"If there is no devilish-men, then there won't be Godliness"
"One can't exist without the other"
Knaw'mean?, it's like a Doctor is only needed to heal
And he caters to the sick, so the sick must exist, ya heard?
A Minister - he only gives sermon to - uh you know -
Those seeking for forgiveness - so them sinners must exist
You know? it's simple simplistic, ha ha-ha ha
It's AZ the GOD - Constantine - Quiet Mo
Yes, yes, ladies and gentlemen
I'll like to thank you for your support, love
Not only to me, but to the whole hip-hop industry itself
We as a whole, we've been weathering in the Storm
From the start, 30-plus years ago to now
But uh, like all weapons of hate, we perceiver
So allow me to speak not only for me
But on behalf of the hip-hop coalition
Every hood, every ghetto across the United States of America
[Verse 1: AZ]
Yea, as a youngin' I was sittin'- spittin' sponge-in'
Just learnin' the life, and Christ second comin'
Well mannered and nice, got advice from women
But when the money get tight, the stomach start grumblin'
It was some of then, wasn't all Hammers then
Went in the Benz, it was kingpin and bubblin'
We started huddlin', puttin' in, and jugglin'
A shear later we straight, no more strugglin'
But that was only the start
The love between homey started fallin' apart
I guess anything's addictive when it's callin' your heart
Death and incarceration had us all in the dark
We was done, some'll say "we had a beautiful run"
And the beauty is skin deep was beneath the slums
I was numb, that was like speakin' in tongues
So relax, I adapt within a week I was sprung
Spoke facts on the track, it's like squeezin' a gun
No more crack, all the boys on my back hearin' "RUN"
Yea, I changed & came, all them years, on the stairs G Rap & Kane
I felt pain, them beamers still lurkin' my brain
But the ways is the most high is to preserve to explain
It was the fame, that focused me, perfected my game
And like that, there's so many others that this rap will remain
And in exchange, we give fans the force of the reign
To feed, nurture, and breed, and be the voice of the slain
It's a shame, but that real shit come wit the life
And in order to obtain you gotta sacrifice
It's like cuttin' your bitch shorter, don't pass on fights
I'ma tourer, so you know all my facts is right
Plus my Aurora is like used spoilers on the porch at night
So be polite, just go for them critics that write
This is Rap, we from the hood, just tryin' to get a slice
Some'll bite, but the most just coast wit ice
And rock a little chain, get a little brain
[Immediately changes to AZ talking]
Ha ha-ha ha, yea, hey, it is what it is
You know Rap has no rules
See my enlightener he-he once told me once said
"If there is no devilish-men, then there won't be Godliness"
"One can't exist without the other"
Knaw'mean?, it's like a Doctor is only needed to heal
And he caters to the sick, so the sick must exist, ya heard?
A Minister - he only gives sermon to - uh you know -
Those seeking for forgiveness - so them sinners must exist
You know? it's simple simplistic, ha ha-ha ha
It's AZ the GOD - Constantine - Quiet Mo
The Format lyrics - AZ
I'm readyy
You know the chronicles the shit that if momma knew
The stress the drama dude the techs phenominal
Rapid fire, pecs thru the adominal
You bastard liars, it's me whos the honorable
Bathed and clothed up, shaved and close cut
Restraint from temptation was drained from both nuts
Hah... now the physical form verbalized thru the scriptures I was Biblically born
It's Ia Jerimiah, concieved thru the blunt fire
On kawasakis could wheelie up on one tire
Well respected, gel connected, got the method for the woody females perfected
For sure, very few flaws, heavy chevy 2 doors
Candy painted to give a nigga the blue balls
Course, this the life I chose
The bid, the 360, the cyphers closed c'mon
The format is real sickening, contagious
Here I come, AZ
Still, I don't have to run no games I've done those thangs
Young and gifted my tongues prolific
In the beached bungalow is how I brung in christmas
From the streets I'm a flow from the hungriest districts
Switch kicks, crisp when I come to them picnics
Play it slow, paper chase, stack, and lay low
Range rov, tinted all black the same old
Psychic mind, writes his ryhmes
Still turn the new leaf on my life of crime
No concerns with new beef whos as nice as I'm
It's confirmed from feet I'm still a sniper blind
Built my fame, spilt my pain
Politicing daily still tryn to milk the game
It's obvious that I'm real rap skills remain
I took some change and I'm still the same...
The format is real sickening, contagious
Here I come, AZ
Still, I don't have to run no games I've done those thangs
Learned the system
Rose from Izm
Jotted my jewels down like journalism
How I'm a move now it'll emerged thru wisdom
A pilgrim, prophisize puttin words to rhythm
Relatin', an Adam Clayton in manifestation
Patient, meditatin' with them animals waitin
Pacin', like an M-8 that sealed it's fate
Let some years escape but I'm still in shape
I'm Chillin...
Deeply rooted, a beast with music
From best side to the east I'm too at peace to lose it
But love it, I still does it
Breathin off a Trump budget
Fresh outa Bloomies with the Louie luggage
The format is real sickening, contagious
Here I come, AZ
Still, I don't have to run no games I've done those thangs
You know the chronicles the shit that if momma knew
The stress the drama dude the techs phenominal
Rapid fire, pecs thru the adominal
You bastard liars, it's me whos the honorable
Bathed and clothed up, shaved and close cut
Restraint from temptation was drained from both nuts
Hah... now the physical form verbalized thru the scriptures I was Biblically born
It's Ia Jerimiah, concieved thru the blunt fire
On kawasakis could wheelie up on one tire
Well respected, gel connected, got the method for the woody females perfected
For sure, very few flaws, heavy chevy 2 doors
Candy painted to give a nigga the blue balls
Course, this the life I chose
The bid, the 360, the cyphers closed c'mon
The format is real sickening, contagious
Here I come, AZ
Still, I don't have to run no games I've done those thangs
Young and gifted my tongues prolific
In the beached bungalow is how I brung in christmas
From the streets I'm a flow from the hungriest districts
Switch kicks, crisp when I come to them picnics
Play it slow, paper chase, stack, and lay low
Range rov, tinted all black the same old
Psychic mind, writes his ryhmes
Still turn the new leaf on my life of crime
No concerns with new beef whos as nice as I'm
It's confirmed from feet I'm still a sniper blind
Built my fame, spilt my pain
Politicing daily still tryn to milk the game
It's obvious that I'm real rap skills remain
I took some change and I'm still the same...
The format is real sickening, contagious
Here I come, AZ
Still, I don't have to run no games I've done those thangs
Learned the system
Rose from Izm
Jotted my jewels down like journalism
How I'm a move now it'll emerged thru wisdom
A pilgrim, prophisize puttin words to rhythm
Relatin', an Adam Clayton in manifestation
Patient, meditatin' with them animals waitin
Pacin', like an M-8 that sealed it's fate
Let some years escape but I'm still in shape
I'm Chillin...
Deeply rooted, a beast with music
From best side to the east I'm too at peace to lose it
But love it, I still does it
Breathin off a Trump budget
Fresh outa Bloomies with the Louie luggage
The format is real sickening, contagious
Here I come, AZ
Still, I don't have to run no games I've done those thangs
Vendetta lyrics - AZ (feat. Fresh, Ralo)
[Intro: AZ]
Yea, it's overdue right here
Ya'll know what it is..
[Verse 1: AZ]
The dead is gone, the world welcomes new borns
A thousand-bookies is sworn in uniform
No application for - snitches, niggaz, but you can join
Just get your coins, and start droppin' dime
Superiority, I can stop time
And I am the minority, so who can knock mines?
Purposely placed here on purpose to shine
Home, purchased on furnace, my concerns is to grind
Get some M's, then gettin' to win
And transfer all U.S. currency for yen
A few friends, few next to kin
Yes it's true, I flew through in that Flurizan Benz
Show room shoppin', coppin' rims, I'm top-ten
Niggaz gon' respect my pen
Survived in two droughts, two seperate games
So I shout, "Who'll slouch, get outta my lane"
My homey's homey did ten in chain
So we set-up in Tony's rome, and I picked out his brain
I explained it's bigger game then just street nigga fame
Them same thoughts I fought like Sugar Shane
Reachin' the next chapter after of life after I mastered
Fuck it Fresh, address these little bastards
[Verse 2: Fresh]
Uh, yea, yea
I'm reachin' for the Range doors on the truck
The European stitched strong in the guts
My nigga M3's doors liftin' up
Uh, Fresh sick wit dough, got Danbury pictures goin' off the dust
And the Cranberry Six growin' off the guts
Light pink heavy wit strong of the cuts
Actin' like steady bitch, knowin' you a slut
And after we get finished ma knowin' you won't cut
And you know I'm in the truck, and deep dishin' it
Fire's are Six, the kid keep kickin' shit
Pies of the brick, the kid keep flippin' shit
I insist the stag' and seen different shit
Bubble face your par' wit see fish in it
Bubble great, ponair's wit clean kinesh shit
In Duffle bag by Guc'
The white double-stitch, on the hall, that's Emilio Puc'
Flow Rivers in the booth and I'm speakin' the truth
So listen up, young niggaz cuz I'm speakin' for fuse
Uh, yea
[Outro: Ralo]
The bigger it is nigga, the harder it falls
Niggaz scared of LL, nigga give us the ball...
Listen to this man
I want ya'll to listen real close and real careful man
There ain't seldom is niggaz born wit all the five senses
The five senses are now, listen to this and listen to this shit close
Cuz this is when a nigga is a last level nigga
First of all, you had to been born wit automatic understanding of the game
You had to have been wit automatic understanding of the game from birth
Then you gotta be unadulterated R-rated
You gotta know how to spit that dialogue in some form of fashion
Whether it's just talking or it's rapping
Then you gotta be law of the nourishing
Once you getting motion, then you get focused
You get hot, that you cannot be motherfucking stopped
Then on top of that you gotta have lyrical sense on a massive level
Some niggaz got it on minus, some niggaz got it on maiden
Some niggaz got it on the massive, Massive is the last level
Then on top of that it gotta be written in your script
The script... the script... the script...
Yo real niggaz you can't break
And real nigga you can't make 'em man
We've been big niggaz all of our life man
Answered to nobody man, and wake and go wherever they take us man
Yea, it's overdue right here
Ya'll know what it is..
[Verse 1: AZ]
The dead is gone, the world welcomes new borns
A thousand-bookies is sworn in uniform
No application for - snitches, niggaz, but you can join
Just get your coins, and start droppin' dime
Superiority, I can stop time
And I am the minority, so who can knock mines?
Purposely placed here on purpose to shine
Home, purchased on furnace, my concerns is to grind
Get some M's, then gettin' to win
And transfer all U.S. currency for yen
A few friends, few next to kin
Yes it's true, I flew through in that Flurizan Benz
Show room shoppin', coppin' rims, I'm top-ten
Niggaz gon' respect my pen
Survived in two droughts, two seperate games
So I shout, "Who'll slouch, get outta my lane"
My homey's homey did ten in chain
So we set-up in Tony's rome, and I picked out his brain
I explained it's bigger game then just street nigga fame
Them same thoughts I fought like Sugar Shane
Reachin' the next chapter after of life after I mastered
Fuck it Fresh, address these little bastards
[Verse 2: Fresh]
Uh, yea, yea
I'm reachin' for the Range doors on the truck
The European stitched strong in the guts
My nigga M3's doors liftin' up
Uh, Fresh sick wit dough, got Danbury pictures goin' off the dust
And the Cranberry Six growin' off the guts
Light pink heavy wit strong of the cuts
Actin' like steady bitch, knowin' you a slut
And after we get finished ma knowin' you won't cut
And you know I'm in the truck, and deep dishin' it
Fire's are Six, the kid keep kickin' shit
Pies of the brick, the kid keep flippin' shit
I insist the stag' and seen different shit
Bubble face your par' wit see fish in it
Bubble great, ponair's wit clean kinesh shit
In Duffle bag by Guc'
The white double-stitch, on the hall, that's Emilio Puc'
Flow Rivers in the booth and I'm speakin' the truth
So listen up, young niggaz cuz I'm speakin' for fuse
Uh, yea
[Outro: Ralo]
The bigger it is nigga, the harder it falls
Niggaz scared of LL, nigga give us the ball...
Listen to this man
I want ya'll to listen real close and real careful man
There ain't seldom is niggaz born wit all the five senses
The five senses are now, listen to this and listen to this shit close
Cuz this is when a nigga is a last level nigga
First of all, you had to been born wit automatic understanding of the game
You had to have been wit automatic understanding of the game from birth
Then you gotta be unadulterated R-rated
You gotta know how to spit that dialogue in some form of fashion
Whether it's just talking or it's rapping
Then you gotta be law of the nourishing
Once you getting motion, then you get focused
You get hot, that you cannot be motherfucking stopped
Then on top of that you gotta have lyrical sense on a massive level
Some niggaz got it on minus, some niggaz got it on maiden
Some niggaz got it on the massive, Massive is the last level
Then on top of that it gotta be written in your script
The script... the script... the script...
Yo real niggaz you can't break
And real nigga you can't make 'em man
We've been big niggaz all of our life man
Answered to nobody man, and wake and go wherever they take us man
Game Of Life lyrics - AZ
[AZ:]
AZ, revelations is here
In the end, nobody wins
In this game of life
[Verse 1:]
From a street level, you eat with the devil here
Dance with the wolves, keep that heat on your metal here
Nobody cares, cuz everybody rebels here
It's so real, you ain't even gotta double dare
You can hear, all them cries from the ghetto here
Lies is what they sell you here
Why would you settle here?
Ha, I'm trying to hide from them haters here
Get high, stay fly in the latest gear
But some how, homocide is like the Matrix here
Why we gotta take it there, just for us to make it fair
Yeah, and I'm losing all my patience here
I try to wonder why them tauruses vacation here
It's them dollars that, all of us is chasing here
German Jamaican beer, few of us is taking here
Yeah, ain't no winners we just dissapear
It ain't just sinners niggaz snitching here, listen here
[Chorus: x2]
Aint no winners in this game of life
Some'll claim that they came here twice "My God"
My advise, never change you stripes
Cuz ain't no winners in this game of life
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, it's only here where you lose all your morals here
You get used, all the girls giving orals here
Most dudes, for some reason feel immortal here
The cause is where they call you here
The government extort you here
Yeah, your own loved ones'll cross you here
And of course, being a boss it'll cost you here
I swear, crack fiends is trying to short you here
I need some kind of coffee here
I'm mad momma brought me there
Yeah, this Hennessey got me sausy here
Don't wanna kill but still they trying to force me there
Can't chill, my chicks trying to talk me there
But that ain't how they taught me here
I can never walk in fair
NO, cell phones is walky-talkies here
Yeah, it's like my nightmares stalk me here
I'm a beast till them motherfuckers chalk me here
Leave me in a flossy pair
You know it's not my choice we here
[Chorus: x2]
Aint no winners in this game of life
Some'll claim that they came here twice "My God"
My advise, never change you stripes
Cuz ain't no winners in this game of life
[Verse 3:]
Yeah, I feel lost in this motherfucking jungle here
If you ain't live I advise you not to come through here
No lie, most these guys ain't to humble here
The livest crews tumble here
We drive through them tunnels here
Yeah, trying to survive through the summer here
It's shaky grounds everybody got a number here
We make sounds but we communicate under here
Niggaz facing hundred years
Some mothers is unwanted here
Yeah, even taskforce don't want it here
Shit, was all the crash course coming here
It's so dark, it's even shady when the sun in here
All of us is done in here
Ain't nowhere to run in here
[Chorus: till fade]
Aint no winners in this game of life
Some'll claim that they came here twice "My God"
My advise, never change you stripes
Cuz ain't no winners in this game of life
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