Aziatic (Outro) lyrics - AZ
Yeah, yeah
Realism of life in actuality
Uh huh,
Yeah
I wanna tell you
Uh huh
Fuck who's the baddest , only the real could relate
Bigboys,
Nothing changed, they know
The Players of the game
Realism of life in actually
The Pioneers
I wanna tell you
This is the essence right here
Fuck who's the baddest, only the real could relate
AZiatic,
Nothing changed, they know
I rep pure realness younahmean?
I wanna tell you
For the deceased, and those still carrying the torch
Hold your head though, ya heard?
Once again
I wanna tell you
Realism of life in actuality
I wanna tell you
Fuck who's the baddest, only the real could relate
Nothing changed, they know
Realism of life in actually
I know, it get kinda hard sometimes
we all looking for some kind of, outlet
to plug into, but ahh,
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
Every hood
I'm the proof of what could be, if you try
If you wanna try
It's on you
All the haters wanna see,
Uh uhn
A niggas life in misery
Uh uhn
But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
Handcuffed by the wrist and tied in the feet, so stressed
Wish that I could die in my sleep
And Lord knows, thru his grace I done tried it wit peace
But it's like niggas ain't happy 'til they find me deceased
Feel the grief, of a street, nigga that turned to rap
And just applied Everything that he learned from crack
I'm in now, it's life ain't no turning back, it been foul
So what kinda concerns is that
Peep the signs of the eyes 'cuz it tell it all
One of the few in the Streets that was selling it raw
Made mistakes, but it made me intelligent more
And how I move, you could still look and tell I was poor
How can the hate from another man stop my flow
That's like another pimp thinking he can knock my hoe
I'm here now, just trying to copp and blow, couple of cars and lot's of Doe
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what could be, if you try
If you wanna try
All the haters wanna see
A niggas life in misery
But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
One by one, seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall, you seen one nigga ball
you done seen 'em all
Even standup niggas seen 'em lean and crawl
What makes a man wanna fiend for more
Life itself is more than a trial or a quest
Intelligent wise, it's like I done ran with the best
And very rarely, you can catch me casually - dressed
I'm more relaxed in a hat and some sweats
Doing me, been amongst some of the street's most strongest men
Around for months then they gone again
Incarcerated, penalized for the love of they acts
Criminals, cold-hearted, now what's fucing wit that?
Where we at? hit inside of a life that's rarely exposed
Spoken in codes for the killers that daily'll dose
Get yours, hit a quota then get indoors, get legit
Then hit them stores
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what could be, if you try
If you wanna try
All the haters wanna see
A niggas life in misery
But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
So now it's on y'all, could see, I figured it out
Only a few could say that they been in my house
And caroused at my wall color, blend with my couch
I'm as low as you can go in the south
When it's too deep, it's hard for the mind to relate
Some say I'm too street and way too involved wit the snakes
What make a man bigger that life, I'm twice his age
Understand I'm a sinner but I'm nice some ways
Knee deep in what I speak 'cuz I spit the truth
I become angelic when I sit in the booth
Just a thought of all the ill sh*t that lurk in streets
How can another real nigga wanna work wit police
Bad enough you got thiefs and the beef is rough
I took an oath just to smoke, eat, sleep and fuck
Knowledge of self, I'ma do this regardless of wealth
Regardless of how the deck and how the cards get dealth
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what could be, if you try
If you wanna try
All the haters wanna see
A niggas life in misery
But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
Doing Me lyrics - AZ
I know, it get kinda hard sometimes,
We all looking for some kind of, outlet to plug into, but ahh,
From the corners of street,
In every hood and every ghetto
(AZ) Every hood
I'm the proof of what could be, if you try
If you wanna try
(AZ) It's on you
All the haters wanna see,
(AZ) Uh uhn
A nigga's life in misery
(AZ) Uh uhn
But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
Handcuffed by the wrist and tied in the feet
So stressed, wish that I could die in my sleep
And Lord knows, thru his grace I done tried it wit peace
But it's like niggas ain't happy 'til they finally deceased
Feel the grief, of a street, nigga that turned to rap
And just applied everything that he learned from crack
I'm in now, it's life ain't no turning back
It been foul so what kinda concerns is that
Peep the signs of the eyes 'cuz it tell it all
One of the few in the streets that was selling it raw
Made mistakes, but it made me intelligent more
And how I move, you could still look and tell I was poor
How can the hate from another man stop my flow
That's like another pimp thinking he can knock my hoe
I'm here now, just trying to copp and blow
Couple of cars and lot's of doe
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what could be, if you try
If you wanna try
All the haters wanna see
A niggas life in misery
But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
One by one, seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall
You seen one nigga ball, you done seen 'em all
Even standup niggas seen 'em lean and crawl
What makes a man wanna fiend for more
Life itself is more than a trial or a quest
Intelligent wise, it's like I done ran with the best
And very rarely, you can catch me casually dressed
I'm more relaxed in a hat and some sweats
Doing me, been amongst some of the street's most strongest men
Around for months then they gone again
Incarcerated, penalized for the love of they acts
Criminals, cold-hearted, now what's fucing wit that?
Where we at? hit inside of a life that's rarely exposed
Spoken in codes for the killers that daily'll dose
Get yours, hit a quota then get indoors
Get legit then get them stores
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what could be, if you try
If you wanna try
All the haters wanna see
A niggas life in misery
But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
So now it's on y'all, could see, I done figured it out
Only a few could say that they been in my house
And caroused at my wall color, blend with my couch
I'm as low as you can go in the south
When it's too deep, it's hard for the mind to relate
Some say I'm too street and way too involved wit the snakes
What make a man bigger that life, I'm twice his age
Understand I'm a sinner but I'm nice some ways
Knee-deep in what I speak 'cuz I spit the truth
I become angelic when I sit in the booth
Just a thought of all the ill shit that lurk in streets
How can another real nigga wanna work wit police
Bad enough you got thiefs and the beef is rough
I took an oath just to smoke, eat, sleep and fuck
Knowledge of self, I'ma do this regardless of wealth
Regardless of how the deck and how the cards get dealth
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what could be, if you try
If you wanna try
All the haters wanna see
A niggas life in misery
But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
We all looking for some kind of, outlet to plug into, but ahh,
From the corners of street,
In every hood and every ghetto
(AZ) Every hood
I'm the proof of what could be, if you try
If you wanna try
(AZ) It's on you
All the haters wanna see,
(AZ) Uh uhn
A nigga's life in misery
(AZ) Uh uhn
But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
Handcuffed by the wrist and tied in the feet
So stressed, wish that I could die in my sleep
And Lord knows, thru his grace I done tried it wit peace
But it's like niggas ain't happy 'til they finally deceased
Feel the grief, of a street, nigga that turned to rap
And just applied everything that he learned from crack
I'm in now, it's life ain't no turning back
It been foul so what kinda concerns is that
Peep the signs of the eyes 'cuz it tell it all
One of the few in the streets that was selling it raw
Made mistakes, but it made me intelligent more
And how I move, you could still look and tell I was poor
How can the hate from another man stop my flow
That's like another pimp thinking he can knock my hoe
I'm here now, just trying to copp and blow
Couple of cars and lot's of doe
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what could be, if you try
If you wanna try
All the haters wanna see
A niggas life in misery
But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
One by one, seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall
You seen one nigga ball, you done seen 'em all
Even standup niggas seen 'em lean and crawl
What makes a man wanna fiend for more
Life itself is more than a trial or a quest
Intelligent wise, it's like I done ran with the best
And very rarely, you can catch me casually dressed
I'm more relaxed in a hat and some sweats
Doing me, been amongst some of the street's most strongest men
Around for months then they gone again
Incarcerated, penalized for the love of they acts
Criminals, cold-hearted, now what's fucing wit that?
Where we at? hit inside of a life that's rarely exposed
Spoken in codes for the killers that daily'll dose
Get yours, hit a quota then get indoors
Get legit then get them stores
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what could be, if you try
If you wanna try
All the haters wanna see
A niggas life in misery
But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
So now it's on y'all, could see, I done figured it out
Only a few could say that they been in my house
And caroused at my wall color, blend with my couch
I'm as low as you can go in the south
When it's too deep, it's hard for the mind to relate
Some say I'm too street and way too involved wit the snakes
What make a man bigger that life, I'm twice his age
Understand I'm a sinner but I'm nice some ways
Knee-deep in what I speak 'cuz I spit the truth
I become angelic when I sit in the booth
Just a thought of all the ill shit that lurk in streets
How can another real nigga wanna work wit police
Bad enough you got thiefs and the beef is rough
I took an oath just to smoke, eat, sleep and fuck
Knowledge of self, I'ma do this regardless of wealth
Regardless of how the deck and how the cards get dealth
From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
I'm the proof of what could be, if you try
If you wanna try
All the haters wanna see
A niggas life in misery
But I'ma keep on doing me, 'til I die
Intro lyrics - AZ
Yea
Once again coming for the game
Who can stop me now?
First and foremost, I'd like to apologize to the public
For allowing y'all to endure (Sosa)
All that watered-down, over-proofed thug shit (Sosa)
See when you in the inside looking out
It's hard to see the person on the outside looking in (Sosa)
Let me express myself
The first bars I've ever spitted I scarred the game
Since then all the jewels and the cars done changed
Had to circumcize the snakes, disregard their names
So when i spit now, I involve the pain
Convinced every religion that the God done came
To me, it's '88 and I'm as large as Kane
No need for spotlights, trying to dodge the fame
Already got lice so why try massage my brain
BBS's, clustered up carved in my chain
Freezing the same flesh, once i'm dead and desolve in flames
Honor the name, Sos' love drama the same
So all y'all claim to be realer niggaz, calmer than came
Hear this
I'm unemotional, my eyes is tearless
No regrets, my only threat is that I die careless
Catch me, fuck sales long as the streets accept me
It's respect before the money if I'm on correctly
Vet status
Crown Sos' the best at this
Holla, this hot shit be the next classic
Yea
Now let's begin
Once again coming for the game
Who can stop me now?
First and foremost, I'd like to apologize to the public
For allowing y'all to endure (Sosa)
All that watered-down, over-proofed thug shit (Sosa)
See when you in the inside looking out
It's hard to see the person on the outside looking in (Sosa)
Let me express myself
The first bars I've ever spitted I scarred the game
Since then all the jewels and the cars done changed
Had to circumcize the snakes, disregard their names
So when i spit now, I involve the pain
Convinced every religion that the God done came
To me, it's '88 and I'm as large as Kane
No need for spotlights, trying to dodge the fame
Already got lice so why try massage my brain
BBS's, clustered up carved in my chain
Freezing the same flesh, once i'm dead and desolve in flames
Honor the name, Sos' love drama the same
So all y'all claim to be realer niggaz, calmer than came
Hear this
I'm unemotional, my eyes is tearless
No regrets, my only threat is that I die careless
Catch me, fuck sales long as the streets accept me
It's respect before the money if I'm on correctly
Vet status
Crown Sos' the best at this
Holla, this hot shit be the next classic
Yea
Now let's begin
I Don't Give A Fuck lyrics - AZ
[Hook: from samples (AZ)]
"I was destined to come" (Yeah)
"What you expect?" (Quiet money for life) "I don't give a fuck now"
(The so-ciety game returns) "As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with"
"Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"
(Urban wars) "I was destined to come" (Dream Team baby)
"What you expect?" (Fall back yall) "I don't give a fuck now"
"As a clever nigga, (I Don't Give a Fuck) nuttin to play with"
"Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"
[AZ:]
I'm known global, blooded out pimp by coastal
Rap mobile, low key, anti-social
Smoke gray Timbs, criss fade, wave to sin
White Denali, teared it up, flagrant rims
I'm no theif, I live by the code of the streets
I hold heat, but no need to go in the deep
Don for real with the same gotti traumata pill
Von o niel, embraced by the arms of the ill
Art of war, a hundred men, cars galore
Wanted men, who couldn't see in robbin the law
Live or not, I'm one half divide the block
And I can show you how to take cash and bribe the cops
And from the bars to the backyards, alleys and aves
Subtracted, divide, add up, tally the math
Stand direct, for dolo demand respect
Hand solo, sit back and watch the plans connect
Ya heard
[Hook: x2]
"I was destined to come"
"What you expect?" "I don't give a fuck now"
"As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with"
"Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"
[AZ:]
I rock coogies but need fatigues, holdin the cock oozie
The block school me, cuties drop your doobies
It's on now, some claim I'm wrong but how
Been indited so watch, rhyme, pull on my trial
Blow with me, I'm like the life of that old 50
I dose quickly, moves is so shifty
Days been broke, on corners with them trays of coke
It was the dirty hustle money that raise my folks
Tights from jail, few niggas might see bail
It's kinda foul when you watch niggas wifies tell
Flip-on who?, I still wore wrist on blue
Yall know my style, M.I.A. but I miss yall too
Tryin to remain breathin, hot blocks never change seasons
Bodies get caught for the strangest reasons
Breath the smoke, and time for me is need to coke
Won't stop till I stack it all and flee the coast
[Hook: x2]
"I was destined to come"
"What you expect?" "I don't give a fuck now"
"As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with"
"Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"
[AZ:]
So now I toast, to all my close niggas that's ghost
Yall know the sos only soft niggas worry the most
Come and get me, shit, I'm nasty like Ken Griffy
Niggas is sissies, I bought some men with me
Wait til the Heny' hit me, hope that sin lift me
Never smile, style is wild, only grin strictly
Your main supplier, for days in the same retier
Sat and watch niggas used to get it again and expire
Deep in thought, spit it like a street report
I rep alone still I stand without no feet support
Fuck the threats, I rip necks of suckin a tech
Either that or ice picks stuck in ya neck
I play different I put a work stay consistent
I love paper, plus a nigga praise commitment
Dead the jokes I'm near when the bread get boast
So fuck me, ask your bitch who get head the most
[Hook: (AZ)]
"I was destined to come" (Ya heard?)
"What you expect?" ('Chall niggas want?) "I don't give a fuck now"
(It's on) "As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with"
(It's time to yall get it) "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"
(The god has returned) "I was destined to come"
(BK don) "What you expect?" "I don't give a fuck now" (So-ci, Visualiza)
"As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with"
(This is quiet money for life) "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"
"I was destined to come" (Yeah)
"What you expect?" (Quiet money for life) "I don't give a fuck now"
(The so-ciety game returns) "As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with"
"Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"
(Urban wars) "I was destined to come" (Dream Team baby)
"What you expect?" (Fall back yall) "I don't give a fuck now"
"As a clever nigga, (I Don't Give a Fuck) nuttin to play with"
"Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"
[AZ:]
I'm known global, blooded out pimp by coastal
Rap mobile, low key, anti-social
Smoke gray Timbs, criss fade, wave to sin
White Denali, teared it up, flagrant rims
I'm no theif, I live by the code of the streets
I hold heat, but no need to go in the deep
Don for real with the same gotti traumata pill
Von o niel, embraced by the arms of the ill
Art of war, a hundred men, cars galore
Wanted men, who couldn't see in robbin the law
Live or not, I'm one half divide the block
And I can show you how to take cash and bribe the cops
And from the bars to the backyards, alleys and aves
Subtracted, divide, add up, tally the math
Stand direct, for dolo demand respect
Hand solo, sit back and watch the plans connect
Ya heard
[Hook: x2]
"I was destined to come"
"What you expect?" "I don't give a fuck now"
"As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with"
"Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"
[AZ:]
I rock coogies but need fatigues, holdin the cock oozie
The block school me, cuties drop your doobies
It's on now, some claim I'm wrong but how
Been indited so watch, rhyme, pull on my trial
Blow with me, I'm like the life of that old 50
I dose quickly, moves is so shifty
Days been broke, on corners with them trays of coke
It was the dirty hustle money that raise my folks
Tights from jail, few niggas might see bail
It's kinda foul when you watch niggas wifies tell
Flip-on who?, I still wore wrist on blue
Yall know my style, M.I.A. but I miss yall too
Tryin to remain breathin, hot blocks never change seasons
Bodies get caught for the strangest reasons
Breath the smoke, and time for me is need to coke
Won't stop till I stack it all and flee the coast
[Hook: x2]
"I was destined to come"
"What you expect?" "I don't give a fuck now"
"As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with"
"Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"
[AZ:]
So now I toast, to all my close niggas that's ghost
Yall know the sos only soft niggas worry the most
Come and get me, shit, I'm nasty like Ken Griffy
Niggas is sissies, I bought some men with me
Wait til the Heny' hit me, hope that sin lift me
Never smile, style is wild, only grin strictly
Your main supplier, for days in the same retier
Sat and watch niggas used to get it again and expire
Deep in thought, spit it like a street report
I rep alone still I stand without no feet support
Fuck the threats, I rip necks of suckin a tech
Either that or ice picks stuck in ya neck
I play different I put a work stay consistent
I love paper, plus a nigga praise commitment
Dead the jokes I'm near when the bread get boast
So fuck me, ask your bitch who get head the most
[Hook: (AZ)]
"I was destined to come" (Ya heard?)
"What you expect?" ('Chall niggas want?) "I don't give a fuck now"
(It's on) "As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with"
(It's time to yall get it) "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"
(The god has returned) "I was destined to come"
(BK don) "What you expect?" "I don't give a fuck now" (So-ci, Visualiza)
"As a clever nigga, nuttin to play with"
(This is quiet money for life) "Thank god he blew breath in my lungs"
What Cha Day About lyrics - AZ
[Verse 1]
Finally from every dimension with few restrictions
From up north to the youth detentions, I lay it down
Clear enough for who choose to listen, we all thorough
Infected by cruel intentions, but who the wise
The lies got two disguises, the surprise
Is to know when to utilize it, stay alert
The street talkers say the worst
So overall you gotta watch where you play in the dirt, it's just the rules
A killer could be just as cool, it's no image
Camouflaged right next to the fools, so who's who
It's the game that chooses you
A lot of shit is more easier to say than do, show and prove
Maintainers never blow they cool
Understand, every man should really know these jewels, I'm feeling live
Slim with a gorilla vibe
Away from haters 'cause I know what they feel inside, but never worry
[Chorus]
Blowing chess in the dark (What your day about?)
Playing chess in the park (What your day about?)
Taking trips every week (What your day about?)
Spending chips on them freaks (What your day about?)
Getting money all night (What your day about?)
Betting houses on the dice (What your day about?)
Got your vest and your heat (What your day about?)
Get respect in the street (What your day about?)
[Verse 2]
Young in the mind with a old spirit
Hot blood with a heart that's so frigid, melodic music
Expressed through slow lyrics
I only spit it for the niggas that hold digits, and don't front
I know about the coke blunts and Remy nights
Got a cousin up in Elmira sending me kites
I'm felt, the ice in my ears don't melt
I could drink a whole bottle for delf and won't belch
Believe it's the same me ducking the D's
Eighty-six with the do-rag, cuff in the Lee's
Appraise this, biological' I'm ageless
Psychologically, I show amazement
Salute, been blessed with the [?] of a coupe
Hoping the real just respect what I'm trying to produce
Quiet Money is the empire, bigger than rapping
Fuck niggas 'cause I been fired, that's what's that
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
From the streets to the track board
Bubble up, from the crack to the rap laws, visualize
We all uncivilized, the trained behavior
As kids taught to memorize, copy and mimic
I travel through the blocks that's dimmest
Fly nigga, use my teeth to pop the top off a Guinness, never hate
With the hunger of a heavyweight
I stay balanced in the mind when I meditate, and blow trees
Every verse is like a o-z
I know niggas in the 'hood like they know me, so no beefing
It's nothing that could stop me from eating, too in tune
Taught to heal through the doctrines and teaching, redeemed
For women I'm the man of their dreams, stand alone
When I zone nothing coming between, let's get money
The trick is to flip money, double up
Dirty or legit money, it's all the same
[Chorus x2]
Finally from every dimension with few restrictions
From up north to the youth detentions, I lay it down
Clear enough for who choose to listen, we all thorough
Infected by cruel intentions, but who the wise
The lies got two disguises, the surprise
Is to know when to utilize it, stay alert
The street talkers say the worst
So overall you gotta watch where you play in the dirt, it's just the rules
A killer could be just as cool, it's no image
Camouflaged right next to the fools, so who's who
It's the game that chooses you
A lot of shit is more easier to say than do, show and prove
Maintainers never blow they cool
Understand, every man should really know these jewels, I'm feeling live
Slim with a gorilla vibe
Away from haters 'cause I know what they feel inside, but never worry
[Chorus]
Blowing chess in the dark (What your day about?)
Playing chess in the park (What your day about?)
Taking trips every week (What your day about?)
Spending chips on them freaks (What your day about?)
Getting money all night (What your day about?)
Betting houses on the dice (What your day about?)
Got your vest and your heat (What your day about?)
Get respect in the street (What your day about?)
[Verse 2]
Young in the mind with a old spirit
Hot blood with a heart that's so frigid, melodic music
Expressed through slow lyrics
I only spit it for the niggas that hold digits, and don't front
I know about the coke blunts and Remy nights
Got a cousin up in Elmira sending me kites
I'm felt, the ice in my ears don't melt
I could drink a whole bottle for delf and won't belch
Believe it's the same me ducking the D's
Eighty-six with the do-rag, cuff in the Lee's
Appraise this, biological' I'm ageless
Psychologically, I show amazement
Salute, been blessed with the [?] of a coupe
Hoping the real just respect what I'm trying to produce
Quiet Money is the empire, bigger than rapping
Fuck niggas 'cause I been fired, that's what's that
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
From the streets to the track board
Bubble up, from the crack to the rap laws, visualize
We all uncivilized, the trained behavior
As kids taught to memorize, copy and mimic
I travel through the blocks that's dimmest
Fly nigga, use my teeth to pop the top off a Guinness, never hate
With the hunger of a heavyweight
I stay balanced in the mind when I meditate, and blow trees
Every verse is like a o-z
I know niggas in the 'hood like they know me, so no beefing
It's nothing that could stop me from eating, too in tune
Taught to heal through the doctrines and teaching, redeemed
For women I'm the man of their dreams, stand alone
When I zone nothing coming between, let's get money
The trick is to flip money, double up
Dirty or legit money, it's all the same
[Chorus x2]
At Night lyrics - AZ
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from...
This is...this is projects
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'
Urban wolves
Dream team baby
The sosa of the game has returned
Brooklyn
Black sopranos
Let's play
[Verse 1]
Nice and smooth, white knights, icey jewels
So cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuels
Love it low, stay in mine, attach semi
Cuz its hard to enter rap just passin' by
XK8, it's all good, the next they hate
Was never the type of nigga that flexed his weight
See, frontin just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay
Hoppin' out the porsche, drop products on graves
My slow grind story niggas cosign for me
Y'all slouch rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore me
Adore me, respect niggas way before me
Since a shorty, in love wit big guns and orgies
Engaged to it, guzzlin' that beige fluid
Spazzin' like its the music that made me do it
Move through it if you that thorough, I'm certified
Through the grapevine, I know that niggas heard I'm live
[Chorus]
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from...
This is projects
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'
[Verse 2]
Look, look, I be postered up like I'm toasted up nice
Stop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights
Blunted at the park jams, opened up mics
Now its on us, in the [?] I focus on right
Its hardball, now niggas can't call foul
Y'all can't get wit me, I can't fall now
Immune to the murderous plots
Been about it way before niggas heard I was hot
Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock
A fresh pair, and I fuck wit them Germans a lot
Let's play, pop bottles like its no tomorrow
Ricky Ricardo, the young black Leonardo
Part Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanish
Too complicated for y'all 85's, don't understand it
Respect game, there's rules as a criminal
So recognize I'm a five star general
You touchin' who
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings
But what yall want from a game that's involved in millions
Cars, and chillin', sex wit' they broads, but villain
It could find a broke man, have him harm civilians
Its like a larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin'
Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentence
The odds is endless, moms can't calm the menace
Its like Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for business
Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies
Five miles on the same line, the zone is deadly
Hope heaven got a ghetto for us
In the hood, for the hustlers that bled before us
Weep slow, soak in, feel the Schweppervesence
Specialize foot notes for the adolescents
Locked in, there's beef in the game now
I know its deep but the streets know the name now
The war is on
[Chorus]
Who you are, where you from...
This is...this is projects
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'
Urban wolves
Dream team baby
The sosa of the game has returned
Brooklyn
Black sopranos
Let's play
[Verse 1]
Nice and smooth, white knights, icey jewels
So cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuels
Love it low, stay in mine, attach semi
Cuz its hard to enter rap just passin' by
XK8, it's all good, the next they hate
Was never the type of nigga that flexed his weight
See, frontin just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay
Hoppin' out the porsche, drop products on graves
My slow grind story niggas cosign for me
Y'all slouch rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore me
Adore me, respect niggas way before me
Since a shorty, in love wit big guns and orgies
Engaged to it, guzzlin' that beige fluid
Spazzin' like its the music that made me do it
Move through it if you that thorough, I'm certified
Through the grapevine, I know that niggas heard I'm live
[Chorus]
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from...
This is projects
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'
[Verse 2]
Look, look, I be postered up like I'm toasted up nice
Stop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights
Blunted at the park jams, opened up mics
Now its on us, in the [?] I focus on right
Its hardball, now niggas can't call foul
Y'all can't get wit me, I can't fall now
Immune to the murderous plots
Been about it way before niggas heard I was hot
Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock
A fresh pair, and I fuck wit them Germans a lot
Let's play, pop bottles like its no tomorrow
Ricky Ricardo, the young black Leonardo
Part Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanish
Too complicated for y'all 85's, don't understand it
Respect game, there's rules as a criminal
So recognize I'm a five star general
You touchin' who
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings
But what yall want from a game that's involved in millions
Cars, and chillin', sex wit' they broads, but villain
It could find a broke man, have him harm civilians
Its like a larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin'
Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentence
The odds is endless, moms can't calm the menace
Its like Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for business
Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies
Five miles on the same line, the zone is deadly
Hope heaven got a ghetto for us
In the hood, for the hustlers that bled before us
Weep slow, soak in, feel the Schweppervesence
Specialize foot notes for the adolescents
Locked in, there's beef in the game now
I know its deep but the streets know the name now
The war is on
[Chorus]
AZ's Back lyrics - AZ
[Verse 1]
Everybody wanna take chills
It's either that or nigga wanna play sales
Try tha floor when I bound wit a fake bill
When I see seven niggas I don't say shit
Motherfucker like me try to stay big
Who you got laying down in a "stay there"
If a whips I can do it any kind of way
From this A to the Crist to the Chardonnay
Through the belt, from tha pipe to the parkway
Everything a nigga touch is like park-ay
Get it right, bill nigga let it light
From the stand though, two mil, living life
And this chicks from the streets better get it tight
Their pussy laid out better get it right
So where we at now
[Chorus: x2.5]
AZ's back (come on)
(Where we at now?)
Where we at?
(Talk to me, talk to me now)
AZ's back
(Ga,Ga,Ga,Ga)
Where we at?
(What you want, what you want)
AZ's back
(What you like, what you like from me now)
[Verse 2]
No niggas from both coast
Everybody built pride but they hold toast
No joke, fuck co' but a whole load
Lone cones got bombs and .04s
'91 put cha stickers wit the low cone
Who's down getting' blunted and tryin' blow smoke
Take notes, love cars only one side
Always talk to blend in wit the young guys
Hustle up, play the block til the sunrise
Fuck wit us, bro', fuck you just gon' die
That's that, where are the real hard haters at?
Only who jack niggas sittin' back
Hit the broad, let 'em ball, nigga play it all
Wanna walk wit cha guns, nigga make the call
Where we at now?
[Chorus]
AZ's back (come on)
(Where we at now?)
Where we at?
(Talk to me, talk to me now)
AZ's back
(Ga,Ga,Ga,Ga)
Where we at?
(What you want, what you want)
AZ's back
(What you like, what you like from me now)
[Verse 3]
Run away from the funny style,
Cut those fake niggas wit tha funny smile
Every hater in the game wanna run me out
Everybody that's broke wanna run their mouth
What that be about the time nigga see the cloud
Won't stop til every last dollar, we even now
Give it all back, bills in a small stack
Stack a whole lotta shit in the door crack
Where we at now?
[Chorus]
AZ's back (come on)
(Where we at now?)
Where we at?
(Talk to me, talk to me now)
AZ's back
(Ga,Ga,Ga,Ga)
Where we at?
(What you want, what you want)
AZ's back
(What you like, what you like from me now)
AZ's back, y'all better watch out
AZ's back, y'all better watch out
AZ is back...
[Chorus repeat to fade]
Everybody wanna take chills
It's either that or nigga wanna play sales
Try tha floor when I bound wit a fake bill
When I see seven niggas I don't say shit
Motherfucker like me try to stay big
Who you got laying down in a "stay there"
If a whips I can do it any kind of way
From this A to the Crist to the Chardonnay
Through the belt, from tha pipe to the parkway
Everything a nigga touch is like park-ay
Get it right, bill nigga let it light
From the stand though, two mil, living life
And this chicks from the streets better get it tight
Their pussy laid out better get it right
So where we at now
[Chorus: x2.5]
AZ's back (come on)
(Where we at now?)
Where we at?
(Talk to me, talk to me now)
AZ's back
(Ga,Ga,Ga,Ga)
Where we at?
(What you want, what you want)
AZ's back
(What you like, what you like from me now)
[Verse 2]
No niggas from both coast
Everybody built pride but they hold toast
No joke, fuck co' but a whole load
Lone cones got bombs and .04s
'91 put cha stickers wit the low cone
Who's down getting' blunted and tryin' blow smoke
Take notes, love cars only one side
Always talk to blend in wit the young guys
Hustle up, play the block til the sunrise
Fuck wit us, bro', fuck you just gon' die
That's that, where are the real hard haters at?
Only who jack niggas sittin' back
Hit the broad, let 'em ball, nigga play it all
Wanna walk wit cha guns, nigga make the call
Where we at now?
[Chorus]
AZ's back (come on)
(Where we at now?)
Where we at?
(Talk to me, talk to me now)
AZ's back
(Ga,Ga,Ga,Ga)
Where we at?
(What you want, what you want)
AZ's back
(What you like, what you like from me now)
[Verse 3]
Run away from the funny style,
Cut those fake niggas wit tha funny smile
Every hater in the game wanna run me out
Everybody that's broke wanna run their mouth
What that be about the time nigga see the cloud
Won't stop til every last dollar, we even now
Give it all back, bills in a small stack
Stack a whole lotta shit in the door crack
Where we at now?
[Chorus]
AZ's back (come on)
(Where we at now?)
Where we at?
(Talk to me, talk to me now)
AZ's back
(Ga,Ga,Ga,Ga)
Where we at?
(What you want, what you want)
AZ's back
(What you like, what you like from me now)
AZ's back, y'all better watch out
AZ's back, y'all better watch out
AZ is back...
[Chorus repeat to fade]
Love Me (In A Special Way) lyrics - AZ
Uh huh
Word Up..........
Drop the beat right here
Yeah
[Chorus x2]
Loooove me in a special way what more can I say
Love me now love love me now
[Verse 1]
Since Illmatic this shit started that never departed
I flossed retarded for them lost in the projects
I taught them logic gaining courses in college
Chased dollars but to me whats most important is knowledge
Know the ledge for ya'll niggas that so on the edge
It ain't nothin for an infrared to go in your head
Life in the streets schooled me well movin light on my feet
So deep had me jumpin up at night in my sleep
Hold ya heat if you that nigga that's influencing beef
I'm trying to eat dont have me put two in ya feet
99 ways i made out to never fade out never get played out
Got guns blast ya way out
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Saw the worst when I was growing
Unknowing my quest until I had reality thrown at my chest
Why would it stress it seem a nigga zone at his best
Is it a test at times I feel my soul is possesed
Flavors of Guess throw key at major connects
Crazy respect goin through it made me a vet
Gettin down on grounds forbidden
Made bails from [?] to the cells in Clinton listen
We could war till we no more either or
Or just ball till we all score it's on ya'll
Did this one for the streets watchin
And the D's in the streets let them keep clockin
We clean got love for the whole game
To go change fake I.D.'s and the code names but no lames
3 op's and theres more to come we all as one
Recognize I been this raw since young
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Was I sent for the sinners that never repent
Or just another thug bent trying to pay for his rent
Days in contempt I see how ya'll amazed in suspense
Ways spent catch me at the major events
So blow a herb on ya corner curb my word
Doe or Die I was born a swerve bet that
From 40 bottles to the champagne twist a pop
White Lables to the brand names kids on top
And let's toast for the lost souls
And pray enough to hope and meet em at the crossroads reunite
Hope I live to see 88 with crazy cake
In a baby shaped burgandy Bentley with Haiti plates
[Chorus x2]
Word Up..........
Drop the beat right here
Yeah
[Chorus x2]
Loooove me in a special way what more can I say
Love me now love love me now
[Verse 1]
Since Illmatic this shit started that never departed
I flossed retarded for them lost in the projects
I taught them logic gaining courses in college
Chased dollars but to me whats most important is knowledge
Know the ledge for ya'll niggas that so on the edge
It ain't nothin for an infrared to go in your head
Life in the streets schooled me well movin light on my feet
So deep had me jumpin up at night in my sleep
Hold ya heat if you that nigga that's influencing beef
I'm trying to eat dont have me put two in ya feet
99 ways i made out to never fade out never get played out
Got guns blast ya way out
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Saw the worst when I was growing
Unknowing my quest until I had reality thrown at my chest
Why would it stress it seem a nigga zone at his best
Is it a test at times I feel my soul is possesed
Flavors of Guess throw key at major connects
Crazy respect goin through it made me a vet
Gettin down on grounds forbidden
Made bails from [?] to the cells in Clinton listen
We could war till we no more either or
Or just ball till we all score it's on ya'll
Did this one for the streets watchin
And the D's in the streets let them keep clockin
We clean got love for the whole game
To go change fake I.D.'s and the code names but no lames
3 op's and theres more to come we all as one
Recognize I been this raw since young
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Was I sent for the sinners that never repent
Or just another thug bent trying to pay for his rent
Days in contempt I see how ya'll amazed in suspense
Ways spent catch me at the major events
So blow a herb on ya corner curb my word
Doe or Die I was born a swerve bet that
From 40 bottles to the champagne twist a pop
White Lables to the brand names kids on top
And let's toast for the lost souls
And pray enough to hope and meet em at the crossroads reunite
Hope I live to see 88 with crazy cake
In a baby shaped burgandy Bentley with Haiti plates
[Chorus x2]
Problems lyrics - AZ
[Chorus]
I had some problems
And no one could seem to solve them
But you found the answer
Told me to take this chance
[AZ - speaking over Chorus]
Yeah, now dig
You got, rich niggaz right
They do what they wanna do
Heh, and you got
Broke niggaz, you heard?
They do what they gotta do
Now ask yourself, which one are you?
Ha, fall back
[Verse 1: AZ]
Soakin in Remy, sittin back smokin a twenty
Shit is scabby, the hustlin is so in me
Never show envy, got a style I maxed
I'm like po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that
Unseen when I'm low, but still right in your face
I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my waist
From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats
Just imagine how I'm movin if we had any beef
Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty
Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin past me
Duckin the NARCs, born bustin Dutches apart
Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you fuck it it fart
Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow
Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below
Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's deep
I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat
[Chorus]
[AZ: speaking over Chorus]
You know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now
[Verse 2: AZ]
But it seems, y'all would rather
See me hit than, see my rich
Get bagged over some bullshit and see me snitch
Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me sick like
I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick
I did dirt through my days but hid my work
Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt
Sweep the next, been knowin since my feet got wet
From the best turned vet learned to speak direct
My game's jumpin, we all had our days of barkin
You could tell niggaz styles by they ways of parkin
Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted
Paranoid to the point it's like we, over-do it
Police press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya
Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser
Toast on me, smoke spray our potpouri
Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be
[Chorus]
[AZ: speaking over Chorus]
You know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now
I got it locked, feel me!
[Verse 3: AZ]
Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain
It's only real, certain niggaz mention my name
Some relate, others stay numb in the face
Tryin to keep steps ahead like we runnin a race
Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like 'em slim
Light makeup, that shit that blend right wit they skin
So what's the issue? All dick sucks is still official
Cold-steel nickles, and Phil I'm still wit you
Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin
Late night, right brake lights black Excursion
Tree smokin, hustle the rap I'ma keep ropin
Too many niggaz got deep emotions
The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they problems?
Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom
To a false, feel a fake love or hate
Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate
[Chorus]
[AZ: speaking over Chorus]
You know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now
What y'all want from me?
[Chorus]
[AZ: speaking over Chorus]
Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man, stop fuckin wit me
I'm tryin to live man, nah mean?
I been at the bottom, I was risin - fell back down
I'm tryin to climb up man
Get off my back baby
It's all a game man don't hate me hate the game
AZ the Visualiza return, once again
Love life, hate, what the fuck... [music fades]
I had some problems
And no one could seem to solve them
But you found the answer
Told me to take this chance
[AZ - speaking over Chorus]
Yeah, now dig
You got, rich niggaz right
They do what they wanna do
Heh, and you got
Broke niggaz, you heard?
They do what they gotta do
Now ask yourself, which one are you?
Ha, fall back
[Verse 1: AZ]
Soakin in Remy, sittin back smokin a twenty
Shit is scabby, the hustlin is so in me
Never show envy, got a style I maxed
I'm like po', back in eighty-fo', now smile at that
Unseen when I'm low, but still right in your face
I'm so skinny, but that semi-auto's right in my waist
From Jags to Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats
Just imagine how I'm movin if we had any beef
Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty
Lower the smoke when I see the D's creepin past me
Duckin the NARCs, born bustin Dutches apart
Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you fuck it it fart
Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow
Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten below
Love the streets, the science of the drugs that's deep
I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat
[Chorus]
[AZ: speaking over Chorus]
You know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now
[Verse 2: AZ]
But it seems, y'all would rather
See me hit than, see my rich
Get bagged over some bullshit and see me snitch
Hopin' some AIDS ho bitch'll leave me sick like
I'm a sucker for love wit some easy dick
I did dirt through my days but hid my work
Even then I still made sure no kids got hurt
Sweep the next, been knowin since my feet got wet
From the best turned vet learned to speak direct
My game's jumpin, we all had our days of barkin
You could tell niggaz styles by they ways of parkin
Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted
Paranoid to the point it's like we, over-do it
Police press up, peep how the beasts arrest ya
Rough up, handcuff, then treat you lesser
Toast on me, smoke spray our potpouri
Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be
[Chorus]
[AZ: speaking over Chorus]
You know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now
I got it locked, feel me!
[Verse 3: AZ]
Infinite game, get chills on the strength of my chain
It's only real, certain niggaz mention my name
Some relate, others stay numb in the face
Tryin to keep steps ahead like we runnin a race
Nikes and Timbs, lady friends like 'em slim
Light makeup, that shit that blend right wit they skin
So what's the issue? All dick sucks is still official
Cold-steel nickles, and Phil I'm still wit you
Iceberg-in, on the Turnpike mergin
Late night, right brake lights black Excursion
Tree smokin, hustle the rap I'ma keep ropin
Too many niggaz got deep emotions
The stress got 'em, who else wanna express they problems?
Get upset, but real vets respect the bottom
To a false, feel a fake love or hate
Right or wrong as long as the thugs relate
[Chorus]
[AZ: speaking over Chorus]
You know!
Not a soul baby!
It's all for y'all now
What y'all want from me?
[Chorus]
[AZ: speaking over Chorus]
Yeah, y'all haters better get a hustle man, stop fuckin wit me
I'm tryin to live man, nah mean?
I been at the bottom, I was risin - fell back down
I'm tryin to climb up man
Get off my back baby
It's all a game man don't hate me hate the game
AZ the Visualiza return, once again
Love life, hate, what the fuck... [music fades]
Everything's Everything lyrics - AZ (feat. Joe)
[Joe]
Aiyyo, we veterans now,
AZ, AZ
And J-O-E
[AZ]
I'm back, no Belve, just bottles of Don
With the same role plays that's about to go on,
Any stagnation, I rise beyond
Get it right, understand ma, ties are strong
From the streets where it all started, back in school
To the dough stacks,and nigga start actin' fool
Who's be the loud type and like to flash the jewels
Hit something nice then broadcast the news,
Facts and weed, this slow track that we
Did it all in the hood, had to leave
Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe
Short nigga wait up, suppose to grab the 'vees
Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated
Return like you remembered, but more swifter
Stronger than your malt liquor,
Money, hoes and clothes, don't let them hoes get cha,
They not fair
[Joe]
[Chorus x2]
That's how we ball, that's how we bang
Show them how we are in them thangs,
Play your part, play the game
Everything's everything
[AZ]
This is real, believe it I take look for real
It's perspiration under the booster wheel,
Trucks and 20's, 'Lacs wit them cocked Zazemi
You can catch me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's
Jack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride,
If you lie, that's the only way I let you inside
Drop them or not, probably for the love of the block
See me solo in a photo, hands under my cock
For face, the white clock and tainted shades
Take for fake, got a face that just say for raise
Get in the mix, sittin' up in cinema six,
Multi-complex, go before the end of the flick
It's just me, besides I'm just a G
Wit the O in the front, I know what you want
Believe… I'm sucka-free
[Chorus x2]
[Joe]
Back up your work, hit the block and pitch
Don't stop 'til you rich, 'cause shots never snitch
Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain
Everything's everything
[AZ]
See times don't stop, and crime won't stop
So I won't stop til I'm sittin' on top,
To every home phones and cells get blocked,
And every hard top get chop til we drop
If the streets don't get us, the peace gon' get us
Wait til the lord they don't hit us,
I'm so iffy, keep the 'dro sticky
[?] fifty, come and smoke with me
Bring some cups in the clubs and toast with me,
So small crispy, man I flow sippy
And the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchen
Back shots, ass in the air, best position
[Joe]
That's how we ball, that's how we bang
Everybody do your thang
[Chorus x2]
[Joe]
Back up your work, hit the block and pitch
Don't stop 'til you rich, but shots never snitch
Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain
Everything's everything
[Chorus and Joe's verse til music fade]
Aiyyo, we veterans now,
AZ, AZ
And J-O-E
[AZ]
I'm back, no Belve, just bottles of Don
With the same role plays that's about to go on,
Any stagnation, I rise beyond
Get it right, understand ma, ties are strong
From the streets where it all started, back in school
To the dough stacks,and nigga start actin' fool
Who's be the loud type and like to flash the jewels
Hit something nice then broadcast the news,
Facts and weed, this slow track that we
Did it all in the hood, had to leave
Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe
Short nigga wait up, suppose to grab the 'vees
Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated
Return like you remembered, but more swifter
Stronger than your malt liquor,
Money, hoes and clothes, don't let them hoes get cha,
They not fair
[Joe]
[Chorus x2]
That's how we ball, that's how we bang
Show them how we are in them thangs,
Play your part, play the game
Everything's everything
[AZ]
This is real, believe it I take look for real
It's perspiration under the booster wheel,
Trucks and 20's, 'Lacs wit them cocked Zazemi
You can catch me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's
Jack them hot, the real never wrestle with pride,
If you lie, that's the only way I let you inside
Drop them or not, probably for the love of the block
See me solo in a photo, hands under my cock
For face, the white clock and tainted shades
Take for fake, got a face that just say for raise
Get in the mix, sittin' up in cinema six,
Multi-complex, go before the end of the flick
It's just me, besides I'm just a G
Wit the O in the front, I know what you want
Believe… I'm sucka-free
[Chorus x2]
[Joe]
Back up your work, hit the block and pitch
Don't stop 'til you rich, 'cause shots never snitch
Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain
Everything's everything
[AZ]
See times don't stop, and crime won't stop
So I won't stop til I'm sittin' on top,
To every home phones and cells get blocked,
And every hard top get chop til we drop
If the streets don't get us, the peace gon' get us
Wait til the lord they don't hit us,
I'm so iffy, keep the 'dro sticky
[?] fifty, come and smoke with me
Bring some cups in the clubs and toast with me,
So small crispy, man I flow sippy
And the last Griffin, play chef in the kitchen
Back shots, ass in the air, best position
[Joe]
That's how we ball, that's how we bang
Everybody do your thang
[Chorus x2]
[Joe]
Back up your work, hit the block and pitch
Don't stop 'til you rich, but shots never snitch
Stick to the script, tuckin' the chain
Everything's everything
[Chorus and Joe's verse til music fade]
That's Real lyrics - AZ (feat. Beanie Sigel)
[Verse 1: AZ]
I holds it down for the convicts that live in a box
And them little grimy niggaz that live in them spots
Venimous plots, real nine [?] glocks
Spin with the drop
Hammer cocks, sent you a shot
Brooklyn motha fucka, we blend with the blocks
Live niggaz, type to spend 10 on a watch
Face lift it
Hit it straight nuttin' to taste wit it
Fuck shots
Cop bottles, whole case wit it
Street war
Niggaz don't beef no more
See the kill for real or don't eat no more
Sleep no more
Hollow tips'll eat you raw
Straight through the right cheek of your jaw (blaow)
Lets get it on
With the guns drawn
Ride or die
No whats wrong
Gettin' shitted on
My reply
Cut you up with some shit that'll tear your soul
Wrap up if you feel the cold
That's real
[Hook: Beanie Sigel]
My' spit from my block men
Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
Stick a (marriage?) through the gate when they locked in
You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in
That's real
My spit from my street men
All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in
Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in
That's real
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
I break laws when I want to
Jaws when I want to
Everybody, get them on the floor when I come through
Know the rules not to move when I come to jam you
Two hammers
One in my hand one in the tan room
The General
I could care less if there's ten of you
I'm built for stress
Do what few men can do
Send a few into you
Injured you, you injured two
Mack 11 ya hit your Chevy
Sent it off in his inertubes
Mack pop the pistol well
Cop fish scales
Used to pop a pistol quick
Cock that [?] shit
Gun still on the missile tip
Hit that main tissue shit
Kidney, lungs, heart, spleen, brain tissue shit
I hit you niggaz where it hurt at
Where you little niggaz they dirt at
Where they pump they work at
Recognize when the motha fuckin' truth in here
Beanie Sieg hottest thing in the booth this year
That's real
[Hook: Beanie Sigel]
My spit from my block men
Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
Stick a (marriage) [?] through the gate when they locked in
You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in
That's real
My spit from my street men
All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in
Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in
That's real
[AZ]
Ya little mind and the things that it conjure up
Even worse when you Henney'd and Ganja'd up
Could see it now
Feet duck taped, arms in cuffs
Your conscience fucked
Pissey be on your bluff
[Beanie Sigel]
I roll with niggaz that'll clap you up
Get locked and wait for you to get knocked and whack you up
Stick a motha fuckin' sword in ya
Make everybody on the motha fuckin' block see the broad in ya
[AZ]
Arm the [?]
Niggaz need to bomb wit us
Dawn wit us
Bust of they chronic wit us
Quiet Money, Roc-A-Fella nigga arm your pups
Play the game before your palms get touched (nigga)
[Beanie Sigel]
I (spiffin?) niggas doin' a long time
All day, could see new spades and keep a blade on a phone line
Keep the guards payed so they got they own line
Hustle on the block still make they own wine
That's real
[Hook: Beanie Sigel x3]
My spit from my block men
Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
Stick a (marriage?) through the gate when they locked in
You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in
Tha'ts real
My spit from my street men
All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in
Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in
That's real
I holds it down for the convicts that live in a box
And them little grimy niggaz that live in them spots
Venimous plots, real nine [?] glocks
Spin with the drop
Hammer cocks, sent you a shot
Brooklyn motha fucka, we blend with the blocks
Live niggaz, type to spend 10 on a watch
Face lift it
Hit it straight nuttin' to taste wit it
Fuck shots
Cop bottles, whole case wit it
Street war
Niggaz don't beef no more
See the kill for real or don't eat no more
Sleep no more
Hollow tips'll eat you raw
Straight through the right cheek of your jaw (blaow)
Lets get it on
With the guns drawn
Ride or die
No whats wrong
Gettin' shitted on
My reply
Cut you up with some shit that'll tear your soul
Wrap up if you feel the cold
That's real
[Hook: Beanie Sigel]
My' spit from my block men
Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
Stick a (marriage?) through the gate when they locked in
You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in
That's real
My spit from my street men
All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in
Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in
That's real
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
I break laws when I want to
Jaws when I want to
Everybody, get them on the floor when I come through
Know the rules not to move when I come to jam you
Two hammers
One in my hand one in the tan room
The General
I could care less if there's ten of you
I'm built for stress
Do what few men can do
Send a few into you
Injured you, you injured two
Mack 11 ya hit your Chevy
Sent it off in his inertubes
Mack pop the pistol well
Cop fish scales
Used to pop a pistol quick
Cock that [?] shit
Gun still on the missile tip
Hit that main tissue shit
Kidney, lungs, heart, spleen, brain tissue shit
I hit you niggaz where it hurt at
Where you little niggaz they dirt at
Where they pump they work at
Recognize when the motha fuckin' truth in here
Beanie Sieg hottest thing in the booth this year
That's real
[Hook: Beanie Sigel]
My spit from my block men
Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
Stick a (marriage) [?] through the gate when they locked in
You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in
That's real
My spit from my street men
All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in
Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in
That's real
[AZ]
Ya little mind and the things that it conjure up
Even worse when you Henney'd and Ganja'd up
Could see it now
Feet duck taped, arms in cuffs
Your conscience fucked
Pissey be on your bluff
[Beanie Sigel]
I roll with niggaz that'll clap you up
Get locked and wait for you to get knocked and whack you up
Stick a motha fuckin' sword in ya
Make everybody on the motha fuckin' block see the broad in ya
[AZ]
Arm the [?]
Niggaz need to bomb wit us
Dawn wit us
Bust of they chronic wit us
Quiet Money, Roc-A-Fella nigga arm your pups
Play the game before your palms get touched (nigga)
[Beanie Sigel]
I (spiffin?) niggas doin' a long time
All day, could see new spades and keep a blade on a phone line
Keep the guards payed so they got they own line
Hustle on the block still make they own wine
That's real
[Hook: Beanie Sigel x3]
My spit from my block men
Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in
Stick a (marriage?) through the gate when they locked in
You can hear 'em when they break when they boxed in
Tha'ts real
My spit from my street men
All day, smuggle yay pull ya Jeep's in
Never play where you lay we ain't sleepin'
Spot clean, FED's dumb let 'em creep in
That's real
What Y'all Niggas Want? lyrics - AZ (feat. Foxy Brown)
[Intro: AZ (Foxy Brown)]
Brooklyn (Ugh)
(That's right) Quiet Money for life
(Brooklyn shit) Black Sopranos
Yall know what this is
[AZ]
Niggas wanna, sound like me
Get down like me
Wanna eat, fuckin' drink, lounge around like me
Who dick bigga? Who stay bent? Who piss liquor?
Who whip sicka? Yall some bitch niggas!
See I'm still loaded, Still getting that dough
Who jeeps deep wit drops? Still gettin' at hoes
Mama bear told me stop slackin', shapin' the mold
Make these rap niggas get on they toes (Ugh)
Now I'm more vane, See, I'm more insane
More and more, everyday the streets calling my name
I'ma spaz like, who want what? I'm that nice
With cash like, sheeit, I aint gotta flash twice
So ball with me, Be grateful the lord sent me
Absorb in me, Let off the semi 'til its all empty
Tall or skinny, Small, hardcore, or friendly
Feast yo' eyes on what the world envy
[Hook: Foxy Brown (AZ)]
What yall niggas want nigga?
Ugh, Fuck yall niggas want?
You heard? (Uh-huh, ugh, whoa)
(What yall niggas want nigga?)
(See, This is Brooklyn, this Brooklyn shit)
[Foxy Brown (AZ)]
Since Sugar Hill, Shit got reala
Got more illa, more of not givin' a fuck
More guerilla
More paper chasin' only means more scrilla
So, Cross me now and believe I'll kill ya
More kidnappin' niggas, They snatch ya, come kill ya
Tape and handcuff up, and cap peel ya
Its that reala
Hit ya, back split ya
Keep that mac wit ya, or get left with the cracks wit' ya
It's Sos' nigga, Live in the flesh, Up close nigga
Hope you bought that toast wit' ya (Uh-huh)
'Cause i'ma move like, so smooth like, whos hype?
I'm all Brooklyn, and my crews tight
Benz (ugh) Jags (ugh) Range (whoa) Vogues (uh huh)
Henny (ugh) Cris (whoa) Remy (uh-huh) Mo (what!)
Niggas (ugh) Gotta (ugh) Feel this (yea, yea niggas) Flow
(Ugh, Brooklyn) YOU KNOW!
What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain
4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range
100 mothafuckas all under, one name
And we aint come to shower, we came to reign!
[Foxy Brown]
And it's the Fox to the
5 niggas got them glocks to ya
We on ya block, like how not could ya?
It's the dough and the 6-series, windows tinted
Flow like whoa! Bitch, mind yo' business
This is big pimpin', broads stiffen when the teams mentioned
We comin' through wit' the bling drenchin'
So test who? Ya whole crew'll get two through they vest too
So fuck you, Diddy don't dickride now, that slut too
Yall mothafuckas know how Fox and Sos' do (uh-huh)
It's so true, It's nothin' to post a toast to
Brook'Nam, Shook ones, Get aired like sitcoms
Blowin' the X-5, wit' the 20 inches shoes on, NIGGA! (ugh)
[AZ & Foxy Brown]
Benz (ugh)
Jags (ugh)
Range (whoa)
Vogues (uh huh)
Henny (ugh)
Cris (whoa)
Remy (uh-huh)
Mo (what!)
Niggas (ugh)
Gotta (ugh)
Feel this glow (yea, yea niggas)
(Ugh, Brooklyn)
YOU KNOW!
What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain
4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range
100 mothafuckas all under, one name
And we ain't come to shower, we came to reign! (UGH!)
[Repeat hook w/ ad libs until fade]
Brooklyn (Ugh)
(That's right) Quiet Money for life
(Brooklyn shit) Black Sopranos
Yall know what this is
[AZ]
Niggas wanna, sound like me
Get down like me
Wanna eat, fuckin' drink, lounge around like me
Who dick bigga? Who stay bent? Who piss liquor?
Who whip sicka? Yall some bitch niggas!
See I'm still loaded, Still getting that dough
Who jeeps deep wit drops? Still gettin' at hoes
Mama bear told me stop slackin', shapin' the mold
Make these rap niggas get on they toes (Ugh)
Now I'm more vane, See, I'm more insane
More and more, everyday the streets calling my name
I'ma spaz like, who want what? I'm that nice
With cash like, sheeit, I aint gotta flash twice
So ball with me, Be grateful the lord sent me
Absorb in me, Let off the semi 'til its all empty
Tall or skinny, Small, hardcore, or friendly
Feast yo' eyes on what the world envy
[Hook: Foxy Brown (AZ)]
What yall niggas want nigga?
Ugh, Fuck yall niggas want?
You heard? (Uh-huh, ugh, whoa)
(What yall niggas want nigga?)
(See, This is Brooklyn, this Brooklyn shit)
[Foxy Brown (AZ)]
Since Sugar Hill, Shit got reala
Got more illa, more of not givin' a fuck
More guerilla
More paper chasin' only means more scrilla
So, Cross me now and believe I'll kill ya
More kidnappin' niggas, They snatch ya, come kill ya
Tape and handcuff up, and cap peel ya
Its that reala
Hit ya, back split ya
Keep that mac wit ya, or get left with the cracks wit' ya
It's Sos' nigga, Live in the flesh, Up close nigga
Hope you bought that toast wit' ya (Uh-huh)
'Cause i'ma move like, so smooth like, whos hype?
I'm all Brooklyn, and my crews tight
Benz (ugh) Jags (ugh) Range (whoa) Vogues (uh huh)
Henny (ugh) Cris (whoa) Remy (uh-huh) Mo (what!)
Niggas (ugh) Gotta (ugh) Feel this (yea, yea niggas) Flow
(Ugh, Brooklyn) YOU KNOW!
What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain
4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range
100 mothafuckas all under, one name
And we aint come to shower, we came to reign!
[Foxy Brown]
And it's the Fox to the
5 niggas got them glocks to ya
We on ya block, like how not could ya?
It's the dough and the 6-series, windows tinted
Flow like whoa! Bitch, mind yo' business
This is big pimpin', broads stiffen when the teams mentioned
We comin' through wit' the bling drenchin'
So test who? Ya whole crew'll get two through they vest too
So fuck you, Diddy don't dickride now, that slut too
Yall mothafuckas know how Fox and Sos' do (uh-huh)
It's so true, It's nothin' to post a toast to
Brook'Nam, Shook ones, Get aired like sitcoms
Blowin' the X-5, wit' the 20 inches shoes on, NIGGA! (ugh)
[AZ & Foxy Brown]
Benz (ugh)
Jags (ugh)
Range (whoa)
Vogues (uh huh)
Henny (ugh)
Cris (whoa)
Remy (uh-huh)
Mo (what!)
Niggas (ugh)
Gotta (ugh)
Feel this glow (yea, yea niggas)
(Ugh, Brooklyn)
YOU KNOW!
What yall know about 60 diamonds in one chain
4 coupes, 2 cadillacs, and 1 range
100 mothafuckas all under, one name
And we ain't come to shower, we came to reign! (UGH!)
[Repeat hook w/ ad libs until fade]
Let's Toast lyrics - AZ
[Talking]
I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all
'Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people baby
Brooklyn!
Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends and hoes
Long cons, diamond rings and the kings that blow
To all the killas and the hustlas, some seem some low
What the deal daddy, it's all good, get that dough
'Cause a y'all, I praise clothes, jewels and cars
Paid dues, been schooled but can't remove the scars
Boxed in, it's my life now, part of the game
On the streets with the hustlas who hustle the same
Some of vein, let's toast to all the guns and the gangs
All the wheelchair victims and the one's with the cains
I'm numb to the pain, it's realness that runs through the vein
Becomin sane, so many throwin slumb in the game
So let us toast to the ones in memory of
All the [?] jams we remember we love
We remember we thugs, [?], Crips and Bloods
Latin Kings, Five Percenters, thieves and pimps because
Whatever makes the world go 'round, we down
And we'll react as this world go 'round, we lounge
So raise your cups to the real dogs that raised the pups
And all the young chicks finally at that age to fuck
The razor cuts, gun wounds that laid us up
From the beef and all the streetsweaps that made us rough
Made some suck, some wasn't made to trust
So I toast to the east coast, the stage is us
Throw it up for the niggas that could, hold it up
Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up
The streets need it, it's gangsta when the beats get pleaded
Sleep, eat and breath it, it's the life, love it or leave it
[Chorus x2]
To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sittin on mils with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who could take paper the most
So from the streets where the hustlin brought us to life
From the beef and all the scufflin that tought us to fight
The poisinous bikes, police gun wars in the night
The whores in the night, fiends up four in the night
Gave us new style, but some just became too foul
Now it's two-thou', year two-thou'
So I toast to the live that know they broke
Cookin bag they own work and know they coke
Roll they smoke, the underworld that know they loc
It's the life when you catch strikes and hold no notes
Nothin to lose for some that's all out for game
Fued in school, show us all out in vein
First chips niggas get, out comes the chain
That's it, soon his name be, out the game
It's the life, it's like dice, some win, some lose
We pay the price but it's the life that the real ones choose
[Chorus x4]
I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all
'Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people baby
Brooklyn!
Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends and hoes
Long cons, diamond rings and the kings that blow
To all the killas and the hustlas, some seem some low
What the deal daddy, it's all good, get that dough
'Cause a y'all, I praise clothes, jewels and cars
Paid dues, been schooled but can't remove the scars
Boxed in, it's my life now, part of the game
On the streets with the hustlas who hustle the same
Some of vein, let's toast to all the guns and the gangs
All the wheelchair victims and the one's with the cains
I'm numb to the pain, it's realness that runs through the vein
Becomin sane, so many throwin slumb in the game
So let us toast to the ones in memory of
All the [?] jams we remember we love
We remember we thugs, [?], Crips and Bloods
Latin Kings, Five Percenters, thieves and pimps because
Whatever makes the world go 'round, we down
And we'll react as this world go 'round, we lounge
So raise your cups to the real dogs that raised the pups
And all the young chicks finally at that age to fuck
The razor cuts, gun wounds that laid us up
From the beef and all the streetsweaps that made us rough
Made some suck, some wasn't made to trust
So I toast to the east coast, the stage is us
Throw it up for the niggas that could, hold it up
Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up
The streets need it, it's gangsta when the beats get pleaded
Sleep, eat and breath it, it's the life, love it or leave it
[Chorus x2]
To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sittin on mils with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who could take paper the most
So from the streets where the hustlin brought us to life
From the beef and all the scufflin that tought us to fight
The poisinous bikes, police gun wars in the night
The whores in the night, fiends up four in the night
Gave us new style, but some just became too foul
Now it's two-thou', year two-thou'
So I toast to the live that know they broke
Cookin bag they own work and know they coke
Roll they smoke, the underworld that know they loc
It's the life when you catch strikes and hold no notes
Nothin to lose for some that's all out for game
Fued in school, show us all out in vein
First chips niggas get, out comes the chain
That's it, soon his name be, out the game
It's the life, it's like dice, some win, some lose
We pay the price but it's the life that the real ones choose
[Chorus x4]
How Many Wanna lyrics - AZ (feat. Amil)
[Hook: AZ]
How many chicks wanna fuck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna suck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna fuck and suck and suck?
Get fucked and bust tonight?
[Verse 1]
Lex GS, Wide body, Remy VS
Militants niggas see less, chrome spinnin'
Got a lust for them grown women
Classy skirt, work-type chicks that own linen and
Hate sneakers, only accept cellies, won't chase beepers
Understand space when needed they relate deeper
Respect hustle, pretty wit' they lewie duffle
Via Spigga wit' the stacks over they Huey Russle
I style wit' 'em, smile, sit 'em down, child wit' 'em
Lay it down if it's love then I'm outa town wit' 'em
Show 'em some new shit, then give 'em some new dick
Help 'em really confront on who they fucking wit'
Feel a nigga? I'm made for this, remain flawless
I'm like the same song never change chorus
It's real, from the hood, but fortune and still
Lost in the hills, niggas soft in the grill
It's on.
[Hook: AZ]
How many chicks wanna fuck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna suck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna fuck and suck?
And suck, get fucked and bust tonight?
[Amil]
Yo..
How many niggas wanna stick tonight? [AZ] Tonight
How many niggas wanna lick tonight? [AZ] Tonight
How many niggas wanna stick and lick?
And stick and lick and trick tonight?
[Verse 2]
Eight wonder, poker face, aces under
Embrace the mink weather but relate to summer
New wardrobe, chicks wit' they waistes younger
Big coupes kitted up, you can taste the hunger
Hang wit' me, watch how the ladies exchange wit' me
Leavin' the club laughing like them came wit' me
Cop heavy, feel rhythmatic I rock steady
Regardless of the pussy you can have it I'm not petty
It's plain, never meant for the heart but the brain
Depart from the pain, that's the art of the game
Forgive if I ever did, involve your wiz'
That's no reason for niggas, not to father they kids
I'm don, New Guinea born, city calm, with the Russian varn
Looking pretty, all fitted strong, could see it's me
Who else get head in a Vee?, rock red in the Pee?
Spread hash in the streets?
I'm gone
[Hook]
[AZ]
How many chicks wanna fuck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna suck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna fuck and suck?
And suck, get fucked and bust tonight?
[Amil]
Yo..
How many niggas wanna stick tonight? [AZ] Tonight
How many niggas wanna lick tonight? [AZ] Tonight
How many niggas wanna stick and lick?
And stick and lick and trick tonight?
[Verse 3]
Nothing new, understand this is something we do
Party night, play the dance floor, once in a blue
Me and the crew, prank jewelers, we somethin' to view
Beyond live, we leave all that stuntin' to you
Did the swish shit, and all the mistress
Niggas wives wit' they wrist slit
And still a nigga never did kiss
I'm cold, cris bottles, six bottles
Spit it like and Iceburg novel and chicks follow
Finesse, I move off the love of the sex
And if it's over you can bet my hands is huggin her neck
All the respect never one to try and spoil her rep
But if she stress gotta play the chick more to the left
Money or hoes? can take those from under your nose
Eyes shut like them pros, wit' both of them closed
So niggas what? I'm here to take back, every buck
Every chick, ever fucked, time to stick niggas up
Let's go
[Hook x2]
[AZ]
How many chicks wanna fuck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna suck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna fuck and suck?
And suck, get fucked and bust tonight?
[Amil]
Yo..
How many niggas wanna stick tonight? [AZ] Tonight
How many niggas wanna lick tonight? [AZ] Tonight
How many niggas wanna stick and lick?
And stick and lick and trick tonight
How many chicks wanna fuck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna suck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna fuck and suck and suck?
Get fucked and bust tonight?
[Verse 1]
Lex GS, Wide body, Remy VS
Militants niggas see less, chrome spinnin'
Got a lust for them grown women
Classy skirt, work-type chicks that own linen and
Hate sneakers, only accept cellies, won't chase beepers
Understand space when needed they relate deeper
Respect hustle, pretty wit' they lewie duffle
Via Spigga wit' the stacks over they Huey Russle
I style wit' 'em, smile, sit 'em down, child wit' 'em
Lay it down if it's love then I'm outa town wit' 'em
Show 'em some new shit, then give 'em some new dick
Help 'em really confront on who they fucking wit'
Feel a nigga? I'm made for this, remain flawless
I'm like the same song never change chorus
It's real, from the hood, but fortune and still
Lost in the hills, niggas soft in the grill
It's on.
[Hook: AZ]
How many chicks wanna fuck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna suck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna fuck and suck?
And suck, get fucked and bust tonight?
[Amil]
Yo..
How many niggas wanna stick tonight? [AZ] Tonight
How many niggas wanna lick tonight? [AZ] Tonight
How many niggas wanna stick and lick?
And stick and lick and trick tonight?
[Verse 2]
Eight wonder, poker face, aces under
Embrace the mink weather but relate to summer
New wardrobe, chicks wit' they waistes younger
Big coupes kitted up, you can taste the hunger
Hang wit' me, watch how the ladies exchange wit' me
Leavin' the club laughing like them came wit' me
Cop heavy, feel rhythmatic I rock steady
Regardless of the pussy you can have it I'm not petty
It's plain, never meant for the heart but the brain
Depart from the pain, that's the art of the game
Forgive if I ever did, involve your wiz'
That's no reason for niggas, not to father they kids
I'm don, New Guinea born, city calm, with the Russian varn
Looking pretty, all fitted strong, could see it's me
Who else get head in a Vee?, rock red in the Pee?
Spread hash in the streets?
I'm gone
[Hook]
[AZ]
How many chicks wanna fuck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna suck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna fuck and suck?
And suck, get fucked and bust tonight?
[Amil]
Yo..
How many niggas wanna stick tonight? [AZ] Tonight
How many niggas wanna lick tonight? [AZ] Tonight
How many niggas wanna stick and lick?
And stick and lick and trick tonight?
[Verse 3]
Nothing new, understand this is something we do
Party night, play the dance floor, once in a blue
Me and the crew, prank jewelers, we somethin' to view
Beyond live, we leave all that stuntin' to you
Did the swish shit, and all the mistress
Niggas wives wit' they wrist slit
And still a nigga never did kiss
I'm cold, cris bottles, six bottles
Spit it like and Iceburg novel and chicks follow
Finesse, I move off the love of the sex
And if it's over you can bet my hands is huggin her neck
All the respect never one to try and spoil her rep
But if she stress gotta play the chick more to the left
Money or hoes? can take those from under your nose
Eyes shut like them pros, wit' both of them closed
So niggas what? I'm here to take back, every buck
Every chick, ever fucked, time to stick niggas up
Let's go
[Hook x2]
[AZ]
How many chicks wanna fuck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna suck tonight? [Amil] Tonight
How many chicks wanna fuck and suck?
And suck, get fucked and bust tonight?
[Amil]
Yo..
How many niggas wanna stick tonight? [AZ] Tonight
How many niggas wanna lick tonight? [AZ] Tonight
How many niggas wanna stick and lick?
And stick and lick and trick tonight
Quiet Money TBS lyrics - AZ
[Talk]
This is Quiet money fo life, understand huh
This is quiet money fo life, TBS huh
Get it right, huh
[AZ]
This another one street stressing
Keep pressing, he's guessing
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing
Where I been thats the key question?
Niggas yelling keep repping
I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the essence
I speak in lesson if u seeking reference
Never leave ya weapon
See me if u need connections we insessing
Built aggression only brief accession
I mean my niggas filled wit flexions
So believe he's resting, leave the message
Fuck wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave u naked
I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this
Thats probabtion got us extra hating
No explaintion for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations
This rap shit got us celebriting
Like we Saving, we in hell with satan
Jails are waiting smell probabtion
Serve time got us telemaking
Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating (nothing)
Yo, at fourthteen my hot ass was chasing bitches
At fifthteen my brother told me get them digits
Told me every penny count nigga hit them trinches
Don't floss to hard don't burn no riches
Don't trust no bitch if ya doe is heavy
And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already
No ass betting if u show it you betta blast it
Math class on the corner yea I past it
Die right now take twenty from you bastards
Fuck it throw a fifth of henny in my casket
Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull
I just went to high school with the clip full
First nigga act get a clip full
Mama raised me but the streets made me
Rum got me hAZy chasing this cream
Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team
And I'm gone make the block work
Sos reing me up got the hood on clockwork
Bedstuy nigga you know its on
Gotta flow so strong you could put it in a bomb
[Chorus]
When I die I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, Memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye but overall I will survive nigga [x2]
Jump out the drop top
Catch you why u copping at that weed spot
Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot
I'm in the trinches thats where ya'll niggas scared to come at
Where all the guns at
Where my shorties flip them ones at
Thats where my son's at
You speak of war but you don't want that
I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out
I air your bens out baby moms and her friend's out
I knock a lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out
I leave you lace up, you paralized from the waste up
I'll fuck your face up, when I finish tossing cakes up
I'm eating the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up
If it's a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up
I mean I fucked up, fuck around you getting stuck up
Press ya luck up, back this motherfucking truck up
I'm bout to black out, it's up to me to close this track out
I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your back out
And knock the glock out, air this whole fucking block out
I knock a cop out, fuck a high school drop out
Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out
I'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout
The M A S A, You run your mouth we smack the tast out
We blow your face out, Pay the judge to throw the case out
Check the game and the cats that play in it
Quiet money youngest luetenit
Yea world it's been a minute, I'm in it
To my heart stop or blood touch the concrete
Beyond deep, these streets got me gripping my heat
Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends
W.D. forty to sixty having backwards dreams
The cash the cream, from the cradle to the casket green
Got the game tied up we the nasties team
We flash we steam if its on then we mash your beam
Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
Your back is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed
The desert the miss the spot when it bust your way
We touch we lay in the streets its a must we play
We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way
from light to day its only right that we cock and spray
We speeding on could spot a snake from a block away
I told you A what the game need is a change of speed
Visulize the realism I'm a dangerous speed
[Chorus x2]
New Life (Album Intro) lyrics - AZ
[Singer]
Birds flyin' high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Reeds driftin' on by you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me, yes
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
[AZ:]
Play the game for my people stay in charge of your dreams
Keep your vision focused, get wise, and largen your cream
Marketin' schemes, so many in the dark that's unseen
Caught inbetween, perhaps rap was a fortunate thing
Forced to be keen, from hustlin', supportin' them fiends
Bustin' guns, I had no remorse as a teen
Rockin' birth stones, my first, get bent nurse the dome
It hurts to zone, now I realize I'm on this Earth alone
Time ticks, devilish minds design tricks, leave you blind quick
Cause you to die behind shit, Math-e-matic
Master one twenty, I'm Asiatic
Amazed with magic, cuz it's illusions that made me savage
Life change once you establish the right game
Love the night rain, found a new way to fight pain
Clocks never stop, It's all a race to the top
Tryin' to freeze time, that's why I ice the face of my watch
Birds flyin' high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Reeds driftin' on by you know how I feel
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me, yes
It's a new dawn, it's a new day
It's a new life for me
[AZ:]
Play the game for my people stay in charge of your dreams
Keep your vision focused, get wise, and largen your cream
Marketin' schemes, so many in the dark that's unseen
Caught inbetween, perhaps rap was a fortunate thing
Forced to be keen, from hustlin', supportin' them fiends
Bustin' guns, I had no remorse as a teen
Rockin' birth stones, my first, get bent nurse the dome
It hurts to zone, now I realize I'm on this Earth alone
Time ticks, devilish minds design tricks, leave you blind quick
Cause you to die behind shit, Math-e-matic
Master one twenty, I'm Asiatic
Amazed with magic, cuz it's illusions that made me savage
Life change once you establish the right game
Love the night rain, found a new way to fight pain
Clocks never stop, It's all a race to the top
Tryin' to freeze time, that's why I ice the face of my watch
I'm Known lyrics - AZ
[Verse One]
Laid up with this skinny chick, Balley's with the Henny mix
My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain't seen me since
96, since he blew trial for them 3 attempts
Street events, Feds on the sweet, but you see me tense
Chill a lot, niggaz wanna know if I'm real or not, kill or not
If I'm holdin't what kind of steel I got
False alarms, tatoos all across my arms
Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms
Check that, taking this paper you can bet that
No set backs, shittin' on niggaz wit out the Exlax
Ice showin', Polo sweats all whit glowin'
Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech's blowin'
Headline niggas, Fed time niggas, crime niggas
Street worth 9 figures
It's a war now, hard to the core for sure now
Raw style, four fours to your door now
Doe chasin', in the race niggas slow pacin'
Temptation, send a bitch to blow your face in
Plans rollin', handsome nigga's hands golden
Stand chosen, pockets on my pants swollen
Pleed the Fifth, real niggas don't need to riff
Automatic shit, for fakin' that's what you faggots get
[Verse Two]
Out of 30 men, know 20 that's worthy men
10 is friends, the other 10'd probably turn me in
Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat
Unknown traps keep jail niggas goin' back
Time tickin', young shorty mind flippin'
Blind addiction turn a killer from a fine Christian
Streets ruined from sneaky shit niggas keep doin'
Snakes, that's why I hand shake & keep movin'
World supremest, cook Coke like a chemist
But it's finished, a little jail time helped me replenish
Thank God, almost bagged a rape charge in '86
That's what I get fuckin' a crazy bitch
Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, & bites
Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics
?Borciase? my words spreads across tribes
Who live? Made for the system up in your ride
Laid up with this skinny chick, Balley's with the Henny mix
My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain't seen me since
96, since he blew trial for them 3 attempts
Street events, Feds on the sweet, but you see me tense
Chill a lot, niggaz wanna know if I'm real or not, kill or not
If I'm holdin't what kind of steel I got
False alarms, tatoos all across my arms
Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms
Check that, taking this paper you can bet that
No set backs, shittin' on niggaz wit out the Exlax
Ice showin', Polo sweats all whit glowin'
Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech's blowin'
Headline niggas, Fed time niggas, crime niggas
Street worth 9 figures
It's a war now, hard to the core for sure now
Raw style, four fours to your door now
Doe chasin', in the race niggas slow pacin'
Temptation, send a bitch to blow your face in
Plans rollin', handsome nigga's hands golden
Stand chosen, pockets on my pants swollen
Pleed the Fifth, real niggas don't need to riff
Automatic shit, for fakin' that's what you faggots get
[Verse Two]
Out of 30 men, know 20 that's worthy men
10 is friends, the other 10'd probably turn me in
Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat
Unknown traps keep jail niggas goin' back
Time tickin', young shorty mind flippin'
Blind addiction turn a killer from a fine Christian
Streets ruined from sneaky shit niggas keep doin'
Snakes, that's why I hand shake & keep movin'
World supremest, cook Coke like a chemist
But it's finished, a little jail time helped me replenish
Thank God, almost bagged a rape charge in '86
That's what I get fuckin' a crazy bitch
Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, & bites
Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics
?Borciase? my words spreads across tribes
Who live? Made for the system up in your ride
How Ya Livin' lyrics - AZ (feat. Nas Escobar)
[Verse One: Nas]
What?
Back to back Benzes, wit the wild gremlins
Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is
Life now, let me find out, you want the life style of mine
no pal of mine
Runnin' wit goons wit knife wounds from jail time
Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
While we parle wit the flyest mommy of 25th street
Watch how honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6 V wit the 12 next to it
You wanna stick me, then put ya best to it
I die black, we see you in Allah Kingdom you try that
Check the fly cat, 2 point 5 multiply that
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and tatoos
You can look, but don't touch we bad news
[Verse Two: AZ]
American Me, elgancy, treasury
Wit the hopes to be rich before the bury me
Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice
My fire ashes, only macks I interact wit
We all Dons, strong arm, all on calm
But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong
Select features, sit back connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless
He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out
Never call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about
Through all the routes landed here, beach houses wit the chandaliere
Me & my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential Suites at the Tangiere
[CHORUS:]
[Nas:]
How you livin' on your block?
[AZ:]
Mines is hot, how you livin' on your block?
[Nas:]
I got it locked, what's goin' down on your side, who got shot?
[AZ:]
Same shit dun
[Nas:]
Yeah, alright I'll meet you up top
[AZ:]
Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
[Nas:]
Dun you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop
[Verse Three: AZ]
VVSin', nuttin' less than how we steppin'
Coupes kidded, cuties wear the sleazy dress &
See me flexin' through the hood, d's be stressin'
Illegal search, tryin' to find weapons for gun possession
Never want for questions, every move made is destined
Black professors, let's take it back to the essence
Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin'
Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin'
Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
chipped up, live by morals don't get it mixed up
Dis what?, millionaire strut, wit the Crist cup
Switched up, slow goin', gold showin'
Doe flowin', eyes don't lie, hoes knowin'
Main attraction, lace love in the latest fashion
Trained in mackin' never, rockin' Gators clashin'
Assorted wear, AZ, Firm extrordinaire
Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all this year
[Verse Four: Nas]
Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere
Nuttin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
Wit the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
See me at the Copa, platinum choka
The God's wit me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me
Pick one out of two dimes to twist me
New nines is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit
that's strictly made for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is that your bitch in my 6
turnin' up the volume when she hear my hits
On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted
But don't get it confused over this rap shit
Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face
Oyster perpetual Roly wit the day & date
Y'all playa hate this
To fly for female singers who get face lifts
& fake titties
We rule the world & take cities
I dreamed of this son
Happy we made it past the jakes, fakes
and fiends of the slum (Wor)
[CHORUS]
[AZ (Nas):]
(Unh...What?) It's a doe thing, niggas know the game don't change
(un, un) from the Coke game (Coke game) to the dope game
from a slow brain (Dope game) Ha, ha (Fuck a no name)
We done did it again son, they can't fuck around (No doubt, un)
[AZ (Nas): Overlapping each other]
You know the game don't stop, from the Coke game to the Dope game
(Firm Biz, Firm Biz...un...Total Package)
Niggas know that the game don't stop
from the Coke game to the Dope game
fuck a no name (un, un B.K., Q.B., un)
That the game don't stop, from the Coke game
to the Dope game, know the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un)
Niggas know that the game don't stop (Firm Biz)
from the Coke game to the Dope game
[AZ:]
Niggas know that the game don't stop
Niggas know that the game don't stop
Niggas know that the game don't stop
from the Coke game, to the Dope game, fuck a no name
Trading Places lyrics - AZ
[AZ:]
Yeah . . . Word up
[CHORUS: AZ]
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie
Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die
It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie
Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Word Up)
It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Yeah...How we livin'?)
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
[Verse One: AZ]
Dreams fulfilled, gave us more room to build
Strong climb made more time for wounds to heal
I can see the sun, must've been blessed to be the one
Set free to run, same baby moms, new seed to come
Breathin' lungs, through the sonogram see the thumb
So regardless, male or female, love either one
G's and tons branched out, coped the ranch house
In ?Grand Martin? needed some space to plot my plans out
Speak of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker type
Be for ?kites? pushin' a stick make you breeze through life
See through sites, gun shots, used to run spots
Slung rocks, nearly got rich off of one block
Saw the light, caught a case, couldn't afford to fight
Lawyer white, had to cop out or face more than life
Poison bites, my brain, flyin' high flames
Tryin' to change, trapped between worlds kinda strange
[CHORUS: AZ]
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie (Yeah)
Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die
It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Yeah)
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name (That's how we come at 'em)
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie
Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Yeah)
It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame (Uh Huh)
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
[Verse Two: AZ]
Yo it's either or, used to by girl ?Lee Rahol?
G's galore, ?Cristen D or?, devils believe in war
Need some more currency, streets observin' me
Third defree, tryin' to see billions before they murder me
Thoroughly thoughts react, let the ?Porsche? mack accross tracks
Catch me in Haiti, ridin' horse back
Seek religion, study life, tryin' to see the vision
Weeks in prison'll help a wise man peep his livin'
Reach decisions, analyze, scope the game, wit hopes to change
Before the stress overdose the brain, most remain
Shockwaves, I rock stage through the Tropic Haze
Under Palm Trees, puffin' lye for days, liver ways
Cold chillin', old villan, known for buildin'
Sittin' back, controlin' millions
What's right or wrong? Shorter days, nights is long
Keep ya cipher strong, in case, it might be on
[CHORUS: AZ]
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie
Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die
It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie (Yo)
Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die (Each gotta die)
It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
[Verse Three: AZ]
So what's the remedy, from bein' invaded by your enemy
Envy me, had a cold heart since infancy
Below freezin', used to flip for no reason
Now beyond that, learned to relax, master slow breathin', blowin' hundreds
Spendin' paper's so redundant
I'm from it, most large niggas over and done wit
No one to run wit, just a few from the Old School
Ocean cruise, lain' back soakin' the blues
Scopin' the views, never once, open the news
It's all stress, placed on the broke and confused
So know the game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
[CHORUS: AZ]
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie
Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die
It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
Tradin' places wanna piece of the pie
Good guy, bad guy, we each gotta die
It's all a game, some'll make the Hall Of Fame
While others'll die in vain tryin' to front for a name
What's The Deal? lyrics - AZ (feat. Kenny Greene)
[AZ:]
Light the trees up, let this apervesence ease up
Don't freeze up, postition yourself wit your knees up
Believe what? It's all street talk, can we please fuck?
Gotta catch a flight tonight, count some G's up
Headed for the Windy City, Chi-town
Do a nigga right, you might get slide down
Show you new sights, give you a feel of what the crew's like
Blew tight, casts who take money move right
Pursue heights, playin' my part from off top
Young playa hit a big score called props
Call shots, we can party 'til the ball drop
But Boo it's on you, slide through before the door lock
Don't be afraid just the things some do
Unbelievable, but still the illest things come true
Felt ya city chest, did yo' best to be a C.O.
Summertime, Zodiac sign, bless the Leo
Just show love, leave all the rest to me
And we can do this professionally (professionally)
[CHORUS: Kenny Greene]
Come get your love tonight
Everything will be alright
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Once you feel the joy I bring
You'll be alright
[AZ:]
Everyday another work day, that's what you say
But today it's your birthday, Lady let's play
Leave behind all these crabs, and snakes, they dead weight
Got a cabin upstate, somewhere to getcha head straight
Take a break from the routine, a new vibe
Different way to try to do things, you're too live
Saw your ex-man, see he got a new Lex land
Tryin' to ?flan? wit some cats I knew who ran scams
He know 'bout how we get down goin' out
Designer Anclinin', shinin', showin' out
You led me on, thought he was real, but bet I'm wrong
Fed since you left him for dead, his head is gone
It's the same song, so many seem to relate
And search for a new life, dreams to be straight
Just show faith, and leave all the stress to me
And we can do this, most definately (most definately)
[CHORUS: Kenny Green]
[AZ:]
So for now and every off day, there's foreplay
I'ma freak from the door way, love a short stay
Takin' trips on the hot sands, I got plans
Champagne all the top brands, let's lock hands
Let me teach you all the right moves, wit ice cubes
It's a nice view, sex'll make you skip night school
And though I like you, also like the things you do
The way you chew, how you move when I bring you through
At the cafe, sippin' on some Crist & Zae
Four course entre, wit the fish fillette
So what you feel when I'm close to ya, keep it real
Who the nigga mean the most to ya, what the deal?
Let's enjoy it while we still here, handle wit care
And we can do this like a Willie affair
[CHORUS: Kenny Greene]
[Kenny Greene:]
Alright... alright... yeah, ah, e, ah... come get your love tonight...
AZ will make you feel alright... k... come get your love tonight
Light the trees up, let this apervesence ease up
Don't freeze up, postition yourself wit your knees up
Believe what? It's all street talk, can we please fuck?
Gotta catch a flight tonight, count some G's up
Headed for the Windy City, Chi-town
Do a nigga right, you might get slide down
Show you new sights, give you a feel of what the crew's like
Blew tight, casts who take money move right
Pursue heights, playin' my part from off top
Young playa hit a big score called props
Call shots, we can party 'til the ball drop
But Boo it's on you, slide through before the door lock
Don't be afraid just the things some do
Unbelievable, but still the illest things come true
Felt ya city chest, did yo' best to be a C.O.
Summertime, Zodiac sign, bless the Leo
Just show love, leave all the rest to me
And we can do this professionally (professionally)
[CHORUS: Kenny Greene]
Come get your love tonight
Everything will be alright
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
Once you feel the joy I bring
You'll be alright
[AZ:]
Everyday another work day, that's what you say
But today it's your birthday, Lady let's play
Leave behind all these crabs, and snakes, they dead weight
Got a cabin upstate, somewhere to getcha head straight
Take a break from the routine, a new vibe
Different way to try to do things, you're too live
Saw your ex-man, see he got a new Lex land
Tryin' to ?flan? wit some cats I knew who ran scams
He know 'bout how we get down goin' out
Designer Anclinin', shinin', showin' out
You led me on, thought he was real, but bet I'm wrong
Fed since you left him for dead, his head is gone
It's the same song, so many seem to relate
And search for a new life, dreams to be straight
Just show faith, and leave all the stress to me
And we can do this, most definately (most definately)
[CHORUS: Kenny Green]
[AZ:]
So for now and every off day, there's foreplay
I'ma freak from the door way, love a short stay
Takin' trips on the hot sands, I got plans
Champagne all the top brands, let's lock hands
Let me teach you all the right moves, wit ice cubes
It's a nice view, sex'll make you skip night school
And though I like you, also like the things you do
The way you chew, how you move when I bring you through
At the cafe, sippin' on some Crist & Zae
Four course entre, wit the fish fillette
So what you feel when I'm close to ya, keep it real
Who the nigga mean the most to ya, what the deal?
Let's enjoy it while we still here, handle wit care
And we can do this like a Willie affair
[CHORUS: Kenny Greene]
[Kenny Greene:]
Alright... alright... yeah, ah, e, ah... come get your love tonight...
AZ will make you feel alright... k... come get your love tonight
Half-A-Mil (Interlude) lyrics - AZ (feat. Half-A-Mil & Nature)
[AZ:]
Ha, ha, ha, new drink, Balley's and Henny
you ain't got no Henny, get the Remy
you ain't got the Remy, any cognac'll do. . .
Smooth criminal shit baby. . .
[Half-A-Mil:]
Kaiser Sosa intention
Glide in a Hummer wit the flyin' saucer engine
Willied out, at my crib in the winter having cookouts
Smack by witch, look out
I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us
They mad cuz we jump outta cabs, and hop on the bus
Copin' dust, Firm Clique rock the whole Metropolis
Bitches who burn dick won't put a stop to us
Niggas who. . . . . .
[fades directly into "Love Is Love"]
Ha, ha, ha, new drink, Balley's and Henny
you ain't got no Henny, get the Remy
you ain't got the Remy, any cognac'll do. . .
Smooth criminal shit baby. . .
[Half-A-Mil:]
Kaiser Sosa intention
Glide in a Hummer wit the flyin' saucer engine
Willied out, at my crib in the winter having cookouts
Smack by witch, look out
I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us
They mad cuz we jump outta cabs, and hop on the bus
Copin' dust, Firm Clique rock the whole Metropolis
Bitches who burn dick won't put a stop to us
Niggas who. . . . . .
[fades directly into "Love Is Love"]
Love Is Love lyrics - AZ (feat. Half-A-Mil, Nature)
[AZ:]
See...this is what I mean...when we come together like this
incredible things take place...
see we connect thoughts to collect shorts,
and only the strong survive...
I love my black people...we are the future...
[Nina Simone sample:] "Black is the color of my true love's hair, his face so soft & wondrous cared"
[Verse One: AZ]
Chop the pie up, four ways, get lyed up
Infiltrate, never violate get tied up
It's all a chess game, choose sides, the best remains
True lies, vibes die when bums infest the game
Bogus shit shots, you woke but let your man get locked
I love this hip-hop, stock the bank let the Crist pop
Peep the next shit, push a big Benz, fuck a Lexus
The streets was hectic, so I stacked and made my exit
More doe to get, focus my thoughts for me to go legit
Ferosious shit, cop a huge castle, on the ocean cliff
Imagine that, a few years back, I was baggin' cracks
Magnum gats, playin' street corners, commitin' savage acts
Twistin' up, nuttin' but love, for niggas sittin' up
Hold your own, try comin' home wit out gettin' touched
Two for one, laws made foul how they do the young
Whose new to come, tried to tell shorty he shoulda threw the gun
[Nina Simone sample:] "Black is the color of my true love's hair, of my true love's hair."
[Verse Two: Half-A-Mil]
Knowledge the green Wallies, all I see
Mama hold math like caller I.D.
Chose the path that chose me
I'ma tell you like G-o-d told me
Greed, lust, hate, and envy sweeped us from Shemtie
Keep us from simply, unifyin', organizin'
We all are fallin', when we think we all are risin'
We pop Crist on the horizon, topless chicks wit thick thighs &
I'd rather be civilizin', enterprisin', improvisin'
Temperature risin', L.O. Heem gave me the guidance
Told me leave those 85ers alone, blend wit the wise men
That buy 80 G stones, twin Mercedes at homes
Fuck a juck, spend 10 Gs alone on chrome
When I die they'll take my chromosomes and clone clones
Two hundred and eight bones
Microchip kits, we most dominant
You know what time it is, that's why I exist
Jump out of limo, lims, fire the blitz, wise scientist
Applyin' this, ?lavi," then wide this
I'm survivin' this, quiet tribalness, finalist
Year 2000, flyin' the whips
9 cent, mind bent, 1999 rhyme alignment
[Nina Simone sample:] "Blaaaaaaaaaaack is the colorrrrrrrrrr"
[Verse Three: Nature]
We went from, arraignments to entertainment
24 seve, the same shit, playin' the strip livin' dangerous
Bottle after bottle, soon became a ritual
The patterens we follow, others found 'em difficult
I guess it's obvious
As to what my hobby is
The root of all evil, pollute the scene niggas by the kids
Gettin' caught up, the same game done left 'em all stuck
I reminisce on V.S. touchin' my fourth cup
Me? My only problem is I'm more fucked
Knowin' in my heart I can't sleep, till I bust off nuts
Weed religion, for all my niggas that beat the system
And those bentin', sittin' since Conico Vision
Y'all need to listen, it's journalistic
Y'all hear the whispers "Niggas in The Firm is twisted."
Spit that fly shit that earn the bitches
Whip the chrome six up the F.D.R.
It's blessed we are
See I never let 'em strees me god, forever stress free
While twistin' up logs of that Nestle
Who are you to question me? It's just my destiny
To kick back, kill time, and live successfully
[Nina Simone sample:] "When he and I will be as one."
[AZ: Nina Simone sample playing through out]
Firm... How y'all want it? Huh? hu... Talk to me...
We give it to ya either way... We workin' wit ch'all...
This, is for you...Love Is Love... 9-8.... Firm shit....
[Nina Simone sample:] "Black is the colorrrrr... of my true love's hair... my true love's hair... of my truuuuuuuuuue love's hair."
See...this is what I mean...when we come together like this
incredible things take place...
see we connect thoughts to collect shorts,
and only the strong survive...
I love my black people...we are the future...
[Nina Simone sample:] "Black is the color of my true love's hair, his face so soft & wondrous cared"
[Verse One: AZ]
Chop the pie up, four ways, get lyed up
Infiltrate, never violate get tied up
It's all a chess game, choose sides, the best remains
True lies, vibes die when bums infest the game
Bogus shit shots, you woke but let your man get locked
I love this hip-hop, stock the bank let the Crist pop
Peep the next shit, push a big Benz, fuck a Lexus
The streets was hectic, so I stacked and made my exit
More doe to get, focus my thoughts for me to go legit
Ferosious shit, cop a huge castle, on the ocean cliff
Imagine that, a few years back, I was baggin' cracks
Magnum gats, playin' street corners, commitin' savage acts
Twistin' up, nuttin' but love, for niggas sittin' up
Hold your own, try comin' home wit out gettin' touched
Two for one, laws made foul how they do the young
Whose new to come, tried to tell shorty he shoulda threw the gun
[Nina Simone sample:] "Black is the color of my true love's hair, of my true love's hair."
[Verse Two: Half-A-Mil]
Knowledge the green Wallies, all I see
Mama hold math like caller I.D.
Chose the path that chose me
I'ma tell you like G-o-d told me
Greed, lust, hate, and envy sweeped us from Shemtie
Keep us from simply, unifyin', organizin'
We all are fallin', when we think we all are risin'
We pop Crist on the horizon, topless chicks wit thick thighs &
I'd rather be civilizin', enterprisin', improvisin'
Temperature risin', L.O. Heem gave me the guidance
Told me leave those 85ers alone, blend wit the wise men
That buy 80 G stones, twin Mercedes at homes
Fuck a juck, spend 10 Gs alone on chrome
When I die they'll take my chromosomes and clone clones
Two hundred and eight bones
Microchip kits, we most dominant
You know what time it is, that's why I exist
Jump out of limo, lims, fire the blitz, wise scientist
Applyin' this, ?lavi," then wide this
I'm survivin' this, quiet tribalness, finalist
Year 2000, flyin' the whips
9 cent, mind bent, 1999 rhyme alignment
[Nina Simone sample:] "Blaaaaaaaaaaack is the colorrrrrrrrrr"
[Verse Three: Nature]
We went from, arraignments to entertainment
24 seve, the same shit, playin' the strip livin' dangerous
Bottle after bottle, soon became a ritual
The patterens we follow, others found 'em difficult
I guess it's obvious
As to what my hobby is
The root of all evil, pollute the scene niggas by the kids
Gettin' caught up, the same game done left 'em all stuck
I reminisce on V.S. touchin' my fourth cup
Me? My only problem is I'm more fucked
Knowin' in my heart I can't sleep, till I bust off nuts
Weed religion, for all my niggas that beat the system
And those bentin', sittin' since Conico Vision
Y'all need to listen, it's journalistic
Y'all hear the whispers "Niggas in The Firm is twisted."
Spit that fly shit that earn the bitches
Whip the chrome six up the F.D.R.
It's blessed we are
See I never let 'em strees me god, forever stress free
While twistin' up logs of that Nestle
Who are you to question me? It's just my destiny
To kick back, kill time, and live successfully
[Nina Simone sample:] "When he and I will be as one."
[AZ: Nina Simone sample playing through out]
Firm... How y'all want it? Huh? hu... Talk to me...
We give it to ya either way... We workin' wit ch'all...
This, is for you...Love Is Love... 9-8.... Firm shit....
[Nina Simone sample:] "Black is the colorrrrr... of my true love's hair... my true love's hair... of my truuuuuuuuuue love's hair."
The Pay Back lyrics - AZ
[AZ:]
Yeah son, I know you can hear me man
shit been crazy in the hood since that happen, hu
but I found out the cat that did that, word to minds
I'ma see him in a minute son, hu, it's on
[Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum:] "Get ready for your final thrill."
[AZ:]
I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back
That's what you get when you borrow shit, and never pay back
So nigga say that, frontin' like you can't lay flat
You a rat, plus you started this beef from way back
Cats you sip wit, even feel you on some flipped shit
Thought I was twisted
Beat that, been home since Christmas
Got the word where your bird live, out in L.I.
From this next bitched named Trista sell lye in Bed Stuy
So nigga what now? Got the whole game fucked now
Who you trust now? See you tinted up your truck now
No need to back track, next time know who you blast at
For gettin' black clapped, got your cousin killed and nap napped
Now the streets know, nuttin' left for us to keep low
Never sleep though, on point and make a nigga reach low
Up in Brooke Dale, heard my little man took 12
Jagged hook shells, doctors claim he don't look well
Left his mom stressed, now it's time to bomb the projects
Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat
Put the word out, so vexed I even curse your bird out
She don't deserve clout, flippin' wit the cotton herb mouth
On Pottemscott, me and Wop, nickel gats cocked
The way we popped uo so shocked, niggas made our backs rock
Broad daylight, y'all hustle fake, and don't play right
Holdin' shit wit broken clips that spit, but don't spray right
Clothes, cars & ice, hard to remember starvin' nights
Niggas startin' fights, Narcs in the dark, cold cloggin' pipes
Starvin wifes, used to buy weight at bargain price
Now we scarred for life, clog is desolvin', slowly outta sight
All illin', navigatin' four wheelin'
Alcohol spillin', marinatin' on your killin'
Like a contest losters fall, winner takes all
Judges make calls, Kings stand behind the 8 ball (8 ball)
[Tim Roth from Hoodlum:] "You're a dead fuckin' nigger! You hear me? You're dead!"
[Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum:] "Get ready for your final thrill."
[CHORUS: AZ]
I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at (yeah)
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
(get it snatched)
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya to back (uh huh)
I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
(keep frontin')
Watch that, know where your moms shop at (Wor)
Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back
I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back
I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
[Tim Roth piece]
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back
I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back
(top back, top back, top back, top back.....)
Yeah son, I know you can hear me man
shit been crazy in the hood since that happen, hu
but I found out the cat that did that, word to minds
I'ma see him in a minute son, hu, it's on
[Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum:] "Get ready for your final thrill."
[AZ:]
I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back
That's what you get when you borrow shit, and never pay back
So nigga say that, frontin' like you can't lay flat
You a rat, plus you started this beef from way back
Cats you sip wit, even feel you on some flipped shit
Thought I was twisted
Beat that, been home since Christmas
Got the word where your bird live, out in L.I.
From this next bitched named Trista sell lye in Bed Stuy
So nigga what now? Got the whole game fucked now
Who you trust now? See you tinted up your truck now
No need to back track, next time know who you blast at
For gettin' black clapped, got your cousin killed and nap napped
Now the streets know, nuttin' left for us to keep low
Never sleep though, on point and make a nigga reach low
Up in Brooke Dale, heard my little man took 12
Jagged hook shells, doctors claim he don't look well
Left his mom stressed, now it's time to bomb the projects
Teflon vest, four pounds could make your palm sweat
Put the word out, so vexed I even curse your bird out
She don't deserve clout, flippin' wit the cotton herb mouth
On Pottemscott, me and Wop, nickel gats cocked
The way we popped uo so shocked, niggas made our backs rock
Broad daylight, y'all hustle fake, and don't play right
Holdin' shit wit broken clips that spit, but don't spray right
Clothes, cars & ice, hard to remember starvin' nights
Niggas startin' fights, Narcs in the dark, cold cloggin' pipes
Starvin wifes, used to buy weight at bargain price
Now we scarred for life, clog is desolvin', slowly outta sight
All illin', navigatin' four wheelin'
Alcohol spillin', marinatin' on your killin'
Like a contest losters fall, winner takes all
Judges make calls, Kings stand behind the 8 ball (8 ball)
[Tim Roth from Hoodlum:] "You're a dead fuckin' nigger! You hear me? You're dead!"
[Lawrence Fishburn from Hoodlum:] "Get ready for your final thrill."
[CHORUS: AZ]
I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at (yeah)
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
(get it snatched)
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya to back (uh huh)
I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
(keep frontin')
Watch that, know where your moms shop at (Wor)
Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back
I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back
I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
[Tim Roth piece]
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back
I know the clubs where you rock at, the spots where you cop at
Keep frontin' nigga, showin' ya Roley, getcha watch snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped, and ain't afraid to push ya top back
(top back, top back, top back, top back.....)
Just Because lyrics - AZ
[AZ:]
It's on for now, niggas ballin' now (uh huh)
It's The Firm baby, ain't no fallin' down
Thorugh your eyes see your snakeness (Uh huh)
No lie, Doe Or Die, try to take this
Stay swift, you can follow if you tailgate (C'mon)
Reminiscin' when a nigga used to sell weight
Well laced, G.A. in the summertime, Freaknick (C'mon)
Back and forth to the ball game, Hen in the cup (Ah)
Through the years niggas all changed, livin' it up
Takin's steps to the next level, seen the light
What it be like, now, puttin' weed in the pipe
[CHORUS: AZ]
Berakin' day, off this shit here
This year, snatched loot everywhere
Next year, takin' what we left here
A fear, for thugs
Hoes get dug, foes get slugs
Just because
[Chorus x2]
[AZ:]
Cancun at the Jazzfest
First time we ever met you was half dressed
Easy access (Ah)
You and you whole crew, ya alright
When you beep use Code 2, call tonight
Got a villa full of young Dons
Champagne and a grill on my front lawn
What's song?
We can dance to some more jams
Finally meet Nas and the whole fam
Roseland, love is love when it's all good, clutch ya name (yeah.. yeah)
Through my eyes, I'm all hood, fuck the fame
Play a script like Larenz Tate, bench weights (Yeah)
Worked out stay in shape
Benz plates
Cruise around wit the hot sounds
Pumped loud, "I Be" by Fox Brown
It's locked down
Overall tryin' to make moves stay in the mix
Motivated by the ace, deuce, tre and the six
[Chorus x2]
[AZ:]
Wanna bring it to me right way
Face to face, (yeah) when you see me get ya lie straight
It's high stakes, (uh huh) goin' up against a street playa, true type
(uh huh)
Get the paper handle beef later, never too hype
Analyze from the next man, wants war
Still alive, on the next plan, wantin' more
Outta town tryin' to get mine stay in the cut (Uh huh)
Cubans control the prices, keep raisin' 'em up!
Peace and love to my allies (Uh, uh) play on
Stayin' up, high late at nights, stay strong
Sittin' up lettin' all y'all know the deal
This Firm shit is on for real (For real)
[Chorus x5]
It's on for now, niggas ballin' now (uh huh)
It's The Firm baby, ain't no fallin' down
Thorugh your eyes see your snakeness (Uh huh)
No lie, Doe Or Die, try to take this
Stay swift, you can follow if you tailgate (C'mon)
Reminiscin' when a nigga used to sell weight
Well laced, G.A. in the summertime, Freaknick (C'mon)
Back and forth to the ball game, Hen in the cup (Ah)
Through the years niggas all changed, livin' it up
Takin's steps to the next level, seen the light
What it be like, now, puttin' weed in the pipe
[CHORUS: AZ]
Berakin' day, off this shit here
This year, snatched loot everywhere
Next year, takin' what we left here
A fear, for thugs
Hoes get dug, foes get slugs
Just because
[Chorus x2]
[AZ:]
Cancun at the Jazzfest
First time we ever met you was half dressed
Easy access (Ah)
You and you whole crew, ya alright
When you beep use Code 2, call tonight
Got a villa full of young Dons
Champagne and a grill on my front lawn
What's song?
We can dance to some more jams
Finally meet Nas and the whole fam
Roseland, love is love when it's all good, clutch ya name (yeah.. yeah)
Through my eyes, I'm all hood, fuck the fame
Play a script like Larenz Tate, bench weights (Yeah)
Worked out stay in shape
Benz plates
Cruise around wit the hot sounds
Pumped loud, "I Be" by Fox Brown
It's locked down
Overall tryin' to make moves stay in the mix
Motivated by the ace, deuce, tre and the six
[Chorus x2]
[AZ:]
Wanna bring it to me right way
Face to face, (yeah) when you see me get ya lie straight
It's high stakes, (uh huh) goin' up against a street playa, true type
(uh huh)
Get the paper handle beef later, never too hype
Analyze from the next man, wants war
Still alive, on the next plan, wantin' more
Outta town tryin' to get mine stay in the cut (Uh huh)
Cubans control the prices, keep raisin' 'em up!
Peace and love to my allies (Uh, uh) play on
Stayin' up, high late at nights, stay strong
Sittin' up lettin' all y'all know the deal
This Firm shit is on for real (For real)
[Chorus x5]
Sosa lyrics - AZ
Minolta devil expousure wide lens view
Check for dentals and niggaz next to push tha Benz through
You know the glow iced out rings long dough
Spandex Mossino hoe bitches lettin they ass show
I play the game took plenty paper still remain the same
Asian name beval length chain lettin my piece hang
Domestic no more crime play but still connected
It's ethics calculated steps through geometrics
Ways spinnin double Shades of base linin 97' expidition
Disflavored all tha trimmins
Travel light push tha LS on casual nights
Have you ever puffed tha tallas weed pipe
That shit will have you right
I roll dice tryin to deforce from this cold life
Used to sell coke on tha strip now I hold mic
and plan soon to pack an vacate so were in Cancun
Escape to a cozy estate filled wit mad rooms
[?] too many foul niggaz time to turn it up
Push it by the buck and shift gears burn the clutch
Cause it's like this for these chips I strike swift preciseness
Precious jewels a life thats priceless
I payed my dues and through it all I never trade my shoes
Cash rules new crews who made the news
We all for paper I guess greed is just a second nature
Indeed shots an ?hebock? on weed to escalate ya
Some mostly touch along the line crossed up
I took tha short cut puffin on blunts bustin off nuts
The night type love dime bitches and night life
Casino dice sexy strip Dancers and white ice
I seen the movie most of you niggaz couldn't move me
Truly it's like a 6-shot ruger against an ozzie
So bust ya run or cock back bust your gun but I fake none
I remain like the sun bless tha stong livin
Intellect an long vision connects in prison
and real niggaz wit recognition
so respect the mission volume one
Second addition the next dimension
Dotted line sign your deposition
Check for dentals and niggaz next to push tha Benz through
You know the glow iced out rings long dough
Spandex Mossino hoe bitches lettin they ass show
I play the game took plenty paper still remain the same
Asian name beval length chain lettin my piece hang
Domestic no more crime play but still connected
It's ethics calculated steps through geometrics
Ways spinnin double Shades of base linin 97' expidition
Disflavored all tha trimmins
Travel light push tha LS on casual nights
Have you ever puffed tha tallas weed pipe
That shit will have you right
I roll dice tryin to deforce from this cold life
Used to sell coke on tha strip now I hold mic
and plan soon to pack an vacate so were in Cancun
Escape to a cozy estate filled wit mad rooms
[?] too many foul niggaz time to turn it up
Push it by the buck and shift gears burn the clutch
Cause it's like this for these chips I strike swift preciseness
Precious jewels a life thats priceless
I payed my dues and through it all I never trade my shoes
Cash rules new crews who made the news
We all for paper I guess greed is just a second nature
Indeed shots an ?hebock? on weed to escalate ya
Some mostly touch along the line crossed up
I took tha short cut puffin on blunts bustin off nuts
The night type love dime bitches and night life
Casino dice sexy strip Dancers and white ice
I seen the movie most of you niggaz couldn't move me
Truly it's like a 6-shot ruger against an ozzie
So bust ya run or cock back bust your gun but I fake none
I remain like the sun bless tha stong livin
Intellect an long vision connects in prison
and real niggaz wit recognition
so respect the mission volume one
Second addition the next dimension
Dotted line sign your deposition
It's A Boy Thing lyrics - AZ (feat. Nature)
[AZ:]
Yeah...Where's it at?
From Coke to Dope, gettin' it on the outta state strip
Star Trek was the stamp pass some outer space shit
Ice the bracelet, 3 karats, custom made shit
Love or hate it, had two bitches playin' day shit
Kept a cheese line security, holdin' three nines
I'm tryin' to see mines, knowin' diesel's on the decline
Whip the work up, more than traffic, who's the first up?
See them young cats fuck wit that Crack, but be the first stuck
Too many on the same block, same talk
In fact they all probably cop from the same spot
I'm heavy in it, every car got the celli in it
Dash board Amor Alled up Cherry scented
Trees mixed wit it, different pagers every minute
Play the block smellin' easy miyach, I'm buried in it
It's boss playin', respect the lifestyle I'm portrayin'
Play the streets wit a freak up in my loft playin'
Nickel nines, my prime young duns'll stick you blind
Told the only way to get doe is if you grind
[CHORUS: Nature (AZ)]
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain (Feel that)
Locked up doin' major time, or on the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing (Morphine, Quine Nine...Yeah)
It's the dope game (Bonita, Thiedga, shoot it, sell it, snort it)
Some thugs have all the luck (We got this)
Some thugs have all the fame
[AZ:]
So now it's platinum, diamonds, and gold, we all hold
Cars we all drove, hoes we all know
Shorts in the summertime, minks for the snow
Bitch ass niggas got back snitched on the low
It's funny how the Feds always knew where to go
It's our price, dope & vice, watch me blow
It's real shifty, brought fam to get ill wit me
To many 50/50 niggas tryin' to chill wit me, build wit me
Plus my connects still hit me
What nigga? Nine on the cut, shit is crispy
What makes a man? Most y'all niggas fakin' y'all hand
Wrong shit up in you cake mix takin' your grams
If you a hustla do it like the hustlas do
Clientel first before you try stretchin' your stew
Big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come
It's all a game, never get caught in the fame, or short your change
Boy is a slang for Dope, girl is Cocaine
You no name, knock a Ki of work in a week
Through word of mouth came the clout, now I'm hurtin' streets
[CHORUS: Nature (AZ)]
Some thugs have all the luck (Wha)
While some thugs feel all the pain (You know?)
Locked up doin' major time (Double digits), or on the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing (3-5-7, 9 and a half)
It's the dope game (Surprise, Body Bag, Unknown)
[AZ:]
Control all the mad money, 98 Jag money
Brag money, the type killas wanna bag from me
Name ringin' medallion on my chain swingin'
We mastered, soldiers even in the rain slingin'
Turkeys on Thanksgivin', lovin' the chips
Seven day trips, bitches just lovin' the dip
Can we live? No more safe boxes in the cribs
Just bank accounts, different ammounts, fuck a bid
We slow grindin', lady friends co-signin'
Legit jobs, houses, & cars, but no shinin'
Life or death, learnin' new steps, right from left
Preciseness, where I end off you bite the rest
[CHORUS: Nature (AZ)]
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain (You know)
Locked up doin' major time (25 with a L), or on the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing (Woar)
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain (It's like this)
Locked up doin' major time (It's on & on & on), or on the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing
[AZ:]
Game don't stop... Wha... You know the kings, we know the kings, it's
like this y'all...VIP.. Ved bag, dope thinkin', niggas gnawin' off this
shit, huh, 98, huh, ya hear? Ghetto Fabulous baby, What the fuck? We out
Yeah...Where's it at?
From Coke to Dope, gettin' it on the outta state strip
Star Trek was the stamp pass some outer space shit
Ice the bracelet, 3 karats, custom made shit
Love or hate it, had two bitches playin' day shit
Kept a cheese line security, holdin' three nines
I'm tryin' to see mines, knowin' diesel's on the decline
Whip the work up, more than traffic, who's the first up?
See them young cats fuck wit that Crack, but be the first stuck
Too many on the same block, same talk
In fact they all probably cop from the same spot
I'm heavy in it, every car got the celli in it
Dash board Amor Alled up Cherry scented
Trees mixed wit it, different pagers every minute
Play the block smellin' easy miyach, I'm buried in it
It's boss playin', respect the lifestyle I'm portrayin'
Play the streets wit a freak up in my loft playin'
Nickel nines, my prime young duns'll stick you blind
Told the only way to get doe is if you grind
[CHORUS: Nature (AZ)]
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain (Feel that)
Locked up doin' major time, or on the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing (Morphine, Quine Nine...Yeah)
It's the dope game (Bonita, Thiedga, shoot it, sell it, snort it)
Some thugs have all the luck (We got this)
Some thugs have all the fame
[AZ:]
So now it's platinum, diamonds, and gold, we all hold
Cars we all drove, hoes we all know
Shorts in the summertime, minks for the snow
Bitch ass niggas got back snitched on the low
It's funny how the Feds always knew where to go
It's our price, dope & vice, watch me blow
It's real shifty, brought fam to get ill wit me
To many 50/50 niggas tryin' to chill wit me, build wit me
Plus my connects still hit me
What nigga? Nine on the cut, shit is crispy
What makes a man? Most y'all niggas fakin' y'all hand
Wrong shit up in you cake mix takin' your grams
If you a hustla do it like the hustlas do
Clientel first before you try stretchin' your stew
Big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come
It's all a game, never get caught in the fame, or short your change
Boy is a slang for Dope, girl is Cocaine
You no name, knock a Ki of work in a week
Through word of mouth came the clout, now I'm hurtin' streets
[CHORUS: Nature (AZ)]
Some thugs have all the luck (Wha)
While some thugs feel all the pain (You know?)
Locked up doin' major time (Double digits), or on the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing (3-5-7, 9 and a half)
It's the dope game (Surprise, Body Bag, Unknown)
[AZ:]
Control all the mad money, 98 Jag money
Brag money, the type killas wanna bag from me
Name ringin' medallion on my chain swingin'
We mastered, soldiers even in the rain slingin'
Turkeys on Thanksgivin', lovin' the chips
Seven day trips, bitches just lovin' the dip
Can we live? No more safe boxes in the cribs
Just bank accounts, different ammounts, fuck a bid
We slow grindin', lady friends co-signin'
Legit jobs, houses, & cars, but no shinin'
Life or death, learnin' new steps, right from left
Preciseness, where I end off you bite the rest
[CHORUS: Nature (AZ)]
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain (You know)
Locked up doin' major time (25 with a L), or on the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing (Woar)
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain (It's like this)
Locked up doin' major time (It's on & on & on), or on the block still caught in the game
It's a boy thing
[AZ:]
Game don't stop... Wha... You know the kings, we know the kings, it's
like this y'all...VIP.. Ved bag, dope thinkin', niggas gnawin' off this
shit, huh, 98, huh, ya hear? Ghetto Fabulous baby, What the fuck? We out
Pieces Of A (Black) Man lyrics - AZ
[CHORUS: AZ]
Pieces of a black man (uh huh)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo (taboo)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Bustin')
Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel (yeah) trapped on savage land it's like taboo (yeah)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Bustin')
Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
[AZ:]
Yo when times get trifle
I'm subjected to street survival
See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles
Livin' holy, but currency seem to control me
Movin' coldly, in the presence of old parolies
My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie
Police know me, but ain't got enough to hold me (yeah)
I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels
A form of teachin', from the streets never taught in school (uh huh)
You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools
Solitude certifies all moves
So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave. (Yeah)
Absorbin' fast, learnin' from niggas I lost in the past (Yo)
It's poison plays in these foul days
Housin' cops & they foul ways, and walkin' through a wild maze
Holdin' my brain, tryin' to maintain
Sleet, snow, or rain, I guees the game'll never change
[CHORUS: AZ]
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo (taboo)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Yeah)
Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
[AZ:]
Since the genesis, paraphanalia circle my premisis
Poor images, project life drained my innocence (Uh huh)
It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed
My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church (uh huh)
She prayed for peace, hopin' I'm saved before she lay deciest
To say the least, the warden's to wise to play the streets
I know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope (yeah)
& though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat
Amongst the frozen hearted, some bentin', some departed
Inhalin' chocolate, tracin' back to where it started
The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce & tres
The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth & days
& though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still
All aroudn real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville
I know the ledge, meditatin', holdin' my head
Eyes red, it's Doe Or Die till I'm dead
[CHORUS: AZ]
Pieces of a black man (black, uh huh)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (What)
Some servin' state bids cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man (yeah, travelin' C'mon)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time (buck, buck) so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
[AZ:]
I played all positions, plus learned from each mission
Politic, wit all teyp niggas wit different diction
I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up
Buggin' off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up
But time flyin', playin' these corners'll let it slide by
Puffin' lye, homicide, coke supplies dry
So play the game, other slow up change the lane
Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain
It's a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures
They tricked us, got us trapped in takin' pictures
Interogatin', locatin', destination'
Estimatin', or play a part of them investigatin'
It's on goin', from them killers, to them broads hoin'
Unknowin' first time fellons on trial blowin'
So burn your clips
And sit back, learn your shit
The last of these real reps left turned legit
[CHORUS: AZ]
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel (yeah), trapped on savage land
it's like taboo (taboo)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (bustin')
Some servin' state bids (what, what) cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man (black man)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land (thoughts travel)
it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
(buck, buck, buck, buck)
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel (travel) trapped on savage land, it's like taboo
(taboo baby)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man
Pieces of a black man (uh huh)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo (taboo)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Bustin')
Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel (yeah) trapped on savage land it's like taboo (yeah)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Bustin')
Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
[AZ:]
Yo when times get trifle
I'm subjected to street survival
See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles
Livin' holy, but currency seem to control me
Movin' coldly, in the presence of old parolies
My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie
Police know me, but ain't got enough to hold me (yeah)
I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels
A form of teachin', from the streets never taught in school (uh huh)
You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools
Solitude certifies all moves
So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave. (Yeah)
Absorbin' fast, learnin' from niggas I lost in the past (Yo)
It's poison plays in these foul days
Housin' cops & they foul ways, and walkin' through a wild maze
Holdin' my brain, tryin' to maintain
Sleet, snow, or rain, I guees the game'll never change
[CHORUS: AZ]
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo (taboo)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (Yeah)
Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
[AZ:]
Since the genesis, paraphanalia circle my premisis
Poor images, project life drained my innocence (Uh huh)
It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed
My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church (uh huh)
She prayed for peace, hopin' I'm saved before she lay deciest
To say the least, the warden's to wise to play the streets
I know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope (yeah)
& though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat
Amongst the frozen hearted, some bentin', some departed
Inhalin' chocolate, tracin' back to where it started
The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce & tres
The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth & days
& though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still
All aroudn real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville
I know the ledge, meditatin', holdin' my head
Eyes red, it's Doe Or Die till I'm dead
[CHORUS: AZ]
Pieces of a black man (black, uh huh)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (What)
Some servin' state bids cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man (yeah, travelin' C'mon)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time (buck, buck) so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids, cuz they hustle blind
[AZ:]
I played all positions, plus learned from each mission
Politic, wit all teyp niggas wit different diction
I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up
Buggin' off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up
But time flyin', playin' these corners'll let it slide by
Puffin' lye, homicide, coke supplies dry
So play the game, other slow up change the lane
Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain
It's a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures
They tricked us, got us trapped in takin' pictures
Interogatin', locatin', destination'
Estimatin', or play a part of them investigatin'
It's on goin', from them killers, to them broads hoin'
Unknowin' first time fellons on trial blowin'
So burn your clips
And sit back, learn your shit
The last of these real reps left turned legit
[CHORUS: AZ]
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel (yeah), trapped on savage land
it's like taboo (taboo)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines (bustin')
Some servin' state bids (what, what) cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man (black man)
My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land (thoughts travel)
it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
(buck, buck, buck, buck)
Pieces of a black man
My thoughts travel (travel) trapped on savage land, it's like taboo
(taboo baby)
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids cuz they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man
Last Dayz lyrics - AZ (feat. Monifah)
[Intro:]
Yeah
Close your eyes, fly with me
Spark your lye, get high with me
Raise your glass with me
Come inside see
Come on, come on
Close your eyes, let fly with me
Light your lye, get high with me
Raise your glasses
[Verse 1: AZ]
Yo, blesses to the young ones trapped in the world
Never hate the next man that be tappin your girl
It's just a hype, shoot anythings a man vision thru life
Help me to understand the chosen ones livin thru Christ
Blinded time from so many signs shown from greed
Tryin to calculate all the funds I blown from weed
Started out just a young shorty, wakin the rules
Turnin out to be the wise, educatin the fools
So many lost in these last days, closed curtains
Tryin to change from my past ways, I'm soul searchin
Diggin deep, tryin to feel within, it's real ill
Takin time just to chill with friends we still bill
Always told when I kick it with moms, to stay strong
Watch out for them bitches that's wicked, they play wrong
Keep your game strong, maintain yourself and live
Star bless the kids, soon sometin gotta give
[Chorus: Monifa]
The last days, are comin
Towards you, it's time to build
I need a time that's real
The last days, are comin
Towards you, it's time to build
AZ turnin the deal
[Verse 2: AZ]
You got to know when your end is near, I been there
Seen years disappear in thin air, nobody wins here
Swore on the population, we fightin blind
For sure, we need to stop the hatin, enlightin minds
Many die from a tragic death, in cold blood
Behoggin niggas lost or lack respect, show love
Sometime I wonder, was we ever free? High officials
they move so cleverly, don't ever sleep
Got my mind on the proverbs, ecclesiastics
These Bible words, so absurb, I read em backwards
They open doors, gave me a cause to stay swift
And reward, it gave me the sword to stay rich
Understandin is the best part, besides that
I fell-a off to a fresh start, no time to sidetrack
So much more still to come, it seems strange
I was much more iller young, but things change
Tryin to grow old, so many sights to see
Told it never fold, just more righteously, you know?
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: AZ]
I never knew any Bloods and Crips, but they exist
In New York, it's just thugs and clicks, we offer tips
Makin moves, tryin to stay afloat, it get deep
In these streets, you either stay or walk, or get beat
So strategise like the wise king, respect due
Brothers get high and let they mind scheme, I got Tek cool
In this world where so many stress, understand
ain't nuttin left but the thoughts of death, we're sons of man
So off track it's a shame to see, it's open season
Got police movin dangerously, for no reason
Hopin soon we can all adapt, get wise
It build lies, it was all a trap, in disguise
Assassinated by my own kind, so why ask
Because blacks to have a closed mind, deal with facts
Keep your eyes open, never rock yourself to sleep
Love to the East, let the dead rest in peace
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Monifa]
We gotta do, what we gotta do
Brothers, sisters, you gotta wake up, you gotta wake up
Ain't nothin gonna come from this
We gotta make it right now, we gotta make it right now, now
Oooohoho, think about them babies
Yeah, think about the babies
Ooooohh, what kind of.......
Whatever Happened (The Birth) lyrics - AZ (feat. RZA)
[AZ:]
Yeah... some Firm shit, you know I mean? For all the niggas, in
New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world), ain't nuttin'
changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet) shit's still real
(shit's still real)... Yo (Yo)
[CHORUS: AZ]
Yo major large niggas get they grind on cash, while the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass
I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
[AZ: Verse One]
You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen
We true fiends, old school style that's how we do things
Born & destined, hands on many investments
Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence
Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size
The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise
Detour, poverty zone, police war
Going through each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more
Fast learner, quiet storm, play the back burner
Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner
Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace
Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate
Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive
Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit
To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone
We can zone, all day long, on the speaker phone
600, nine five North, stay blunted, stress I came from it
Sex got drained from it
The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds
To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need....indeed
[Partial Chorus: AZ (starts after need)]
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
[Verse Two: RZA]
Whips & full clips & pussy lips
Rubber grips attached to hips
Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura
Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand, I stand up as rough briva
Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin'
God look we feedin', leadin' my seeds, back to Eden
And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches
Who don't wash & do dish & to big for your britches
Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress
You wonder why your pussy itches, fat ass sample wit out the glitches
Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel
Disfigure your face, you recognizin' by the dental
Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat
Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he
Left all he heard was the echo from the shot
Cops autopsy revealed, he was stopped by the Glock
Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses
New York, been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red
More black lies done shed through
Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue
Boned out until we zone out, no doubt
Chickenheads beg for the 9 inch Applehead
Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum
Nine months later comes the ovary explosion
Bitch you stupid? A hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it
When I reign the truth on your brain you muted
Rula Zig-Zag, Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig, Zag-Zig
We addin' more knowledge to your wig
[CHORUS]
[AZ (RZA): sometimes overlapping each other]
(Word up, word up) Yeah (Wu-Tang, Firm up in this piece know what I mean?)
Holdin' it down stamp of approval, you know? (Get ya brain washed, you know what I'm sayin'?
Get ya muscle tendered & straight)
No doubt, no doubt
(Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know?)
The Firm baby, holdin' this, A to the Z, I know what time it is
(Aight) Armageddon
Yeah... some Firm shit, you know I mean? For all the niggas, in
New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world), ain't nuttin'
changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet) shit's still real
(shit's still real)... Yo (Yo)
[CHORUS: AZ]
Yo major large niggas get they grind on cash, while the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass
I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
[AZ: Verse One]
You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen
We true fiends, old school style that's how we do things
Born & destined, hands on many investments
Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence
Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size
The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise
Detour, poverty zone, police war
Going through each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more
Fast learner, quiet storm, play the back burner
Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner
Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace
Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate
Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive
Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit
To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone
We can zone, all day long, on the speaker phone
600, nine five North, stay blunted, stress I came from it
Sex got drained from it
The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds
To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need....indeed
[Partial Chorus: AZ (starts after need)]
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
[Verse Two: RZA]
Whips & full clips & pussy lips
Rubber grips attached to hips
Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura
Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand, I stand up as rough briva
Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin'
God look we feedin', leadin' my seeds, back to Eden
And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches
Who don't wash & do dish & to big for your britches
Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress
You wonder why your pussy itches, fat ass sample wit out the glitches
Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel
Disfigure your face, you recognizin' by the dental
Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat
Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he
Left all he heard was the echo from the shot
Cops autopsy revealed, he was stopped by the Glock
Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses
New York, been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red
More black lies done shed through
Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue
Boned out until we zone out, no doubt
Chickenheads beg for the 9 inch Applehead
Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum
Nine months later comes the ovary explosion
Bitch you stupid? A hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it
When I reign the truth on your brain you muted
Rula Zig-Zag, Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig, Zag-Zig
We addin' more knowledge to your wig
[CHORUS]
[AZ (RZA): sometimes overlapping each other]
(Word up, word up) Yeah (Wu-Tang, Firm up in this piece know what I mean?)
Holdin' it down stamp of approval, you know? (Get ya brain washed, you know what I'm sayin'?
Get ya muscle tendered & straight)
No doubt, no doubt
(Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know?)
The Firm baby, holdin' this, A to the Z, I know what time it is
(Aight) Armageddon
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