Az, Eric Filmography

• ZVU Zombie Victims Unit
  2010, role: actor , character name: Dr. Evil

Az, Bryan Filmography

• Black Star
  2010, role: actor , character name: Chimp

Abrahams, Az Filmography

• Darfur
  2009, role: actor , character name: Sadiq
• Doomsday
  2008, role: actor , character name: Pin Stripe
• The Scorpion King: Rise of a Warrior
  2008, role: actor , character name: King Hammurabi
• Innocent Times
  2008, role: actor , character name: Jeff Levine
• More Than Just a Game
  2007, role: actor , character name: Sedick Isaacs
• 34 South
  2004, role: actor

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• I M Back - Az
• Your World Don't Stop (original Version) - Az
• Your World Don't Stop - Az
• You Know - Az
• What's The Deal? - Az
• We Can't Win - Az
• Vendetta - Az
• Sugar Hill - Az
• Street Life - Az
• Still Alive - Az
• Rise & Fall - Az
• Rather Unique - Az
• Quiet Money - Az
• Pieces Of A (black) Man - Az
• Phone Tap - Az
• Knowledge Freedom - Az
• This Is What I Do - Az
• The Pay Back - Az
• The Hardest - Az
• The Game Don't Stop - Az
• The Come Up - Az
• That's Real - Az
• Uncut Raw - Az
• Trial Of The Century - Az
• Trading Places - Az
• Time - Az
• Thoro - Az
• So Sincere (intro) - Az
• Serious - Az
• Superstar - Az
• Sunshine - Az
• Sugar Hill (remix) - Az
• Royal Salute - Az
• Rocketship - Az
• Rock Me - Az
• Problems - Az
• Platinum Bars - Az
• Neva Change - Az
• Mo Money, Mo Murder, Mo Homicide - Az
• Make me - Az
• Omega - Az
• Nothin' Move - Az
• No Strings - Az
• New York - Az
• New Life (intro) - Az
• Live Wire - Az
• Life Goes On - Az
• Love Is Love - Az
• Livin' The Life - Az
• Last Dayz - Az
• Let Me Know - Az
• It's A Boy Thing - Az
• I'm Back - Az
• I'm That Nigga - Az
• Hoe Happy Jackie - Az
• Hey Az - Az
• Hands In The Air - Az
• Half-a-mil (interlude) - Az
• Envious - Az
• I Don't Give A Fuck - Az
• I Am The Truth - Az
• Hustler - Az
• How Ya Livin' - Az
• How Many Wanna - Az
• Gangsta Shit - Az
• Doe Or Die (rza Remix) - Az
• Get Money - Az
• Conspiracy - Az
• City Of Gods - Az
• Can't Stop - Az
• Everything Is Everything (remix) - Az
• Essence - Az
• Game Of Life - Az
• Before It's All Said & Done - Az
• Bedtime Story - Az
• Az's Chillin' - Az
• Betcha Don't Know - Az
• At Night - Az
• Animal - Az
• Affirmative Action - Az
• Doing Me - Az
• Doe Or Die - Az
• Wanna Be There - Az
• Whatever Happened (the Birth) - Az
• What Y'all Niggas Want - Az
• What Cha Day About - Az
• Undeniable - Az
• Take Tt Off - Az
• Take It Off - Az
• Take Care Of Me - Az
• New Life - Az
• Sosa - Az
• Runaway Slave - Az
• Re-Birth - Az
• Paradise - Az
• Once Again - Az
• Money Makes The World Go Round - Az
• Magic Hour - Az
• Love Me In A Special Way - Az
• Love Me - Az
• Let's Toast - Az
• Just Because - Az
• Fan Mail - Az
• It B's Like That - Az
• Intro - Az
• I'm Known - Az
• I Feel For You - Az
• Heavy In Da Game - Az
• Gimme Yours - Az
• Get High - Az
• Games - Az
• Everything Is Everything - Az
• Bodies Gotta Get Caught - Az
• AZiatic Outro - Az
• AZ's Back - Az
• A-1 Performance - Az

[AZ]
Yeah.. this is it right here.. this defines me..
Turn my mic up.. let's do it, let's do it..
Spirit of Marcus Garvey, Farad Muhammad
Medgar Evars and Bob Marley, I'm God-Body
The scripture says Allah's inside me, show love
I was hugged by the arms of Gandhi, gave me my strength
You could tell somebody raised me with sense
We all need somethin to help us through our daily events
Bear with me; the toughest niggaz tear quickly
No lie - pops still cry and he near fifty - freedom or death
I give niggaz a reason to sweat, there's no test
Verbally it's like I'm seen as the best, who wanna try me?
(Yeahhhhhhh, yeah-e-yeah.. I'm back!)
[AZ]
Sent to express grace
Seperate the weaker niggaz is the best way, fuck how y'all feel
Y'all cowards now fuckin with real
I return like McGrady got caught with a pill, let's get it poppin
I move like a nigga coppin
I know the stress from the streets when I was diddy-boppin
Playin the corners face to face with the faces of mourners
It's hard to trace the informers until it's too late, Jake (?)
The focus is back, I play a part in this culture of rap
Bought some whips so I relate on how these vultures attack
Flippin and runnin, double-park, rippin up summons
How many niggaz hittin twin sisters and flippin they cousins?
Call it finesse, the game give it all I posess
Nothin changed, I'ma ball to the death
(Yeahhhhhhh, yeah-e-yeah.. I'm back!)
[El Shaber]
Yeah, that's right
Show these cats how we do this here nigga
I'm like a, rose in the desert but how can one grow without rain?
How can one experience happiness without pain?
And how could I fall to the violence of hell and still remain sane?
And how could I still remain on top of my game?
When both the black and white devils seek the power to rebel
Seek to defy my radiance, I shift gears to another level
I'm focused, but it's like I'm playin a cold hand of spades
I got a lot of hearts, but these fools tryin to cut me
and I'm tired of these jokers
Vengeance is mine, I plague the whole planet with locusts
I survived the mayhem, my advantage I've been the brokest
I wasn't drugged and inhaled by all the smokers
Then I became the love absorbed by all the cultures
I can't trust women because my heart was scorned
It's hard to trust yo' comrades, when yo' heart was torn
One-nine-seven-oh the God was born..
(Yeahhhhhhh, yeah-e-yeah.. I'm back!)

Yeah, for those that's locked in Comstock
My peoples sittin' in San Quentin and Clinton
Rikers Island, Rikers Island, Cracker's Island
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
I wake up to them rappin' tunes every afternoon
I be home soon, I see the board some time after June
Met a couple of convicts that's way beyond sick
It seem they dig my style 'cause I be on some don shit
Laid back, I ran into some brothers from way back
Those I dug we hugged, besides that, black, I don't say jack
I stay in tune with the sun, stars and moon
'Cause behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume
Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical reign
And without knowledge of self how else can a criminal change?
And bein' locked up just ain't the life for me shit is way too trife for me
You're comin' home soon, sounds so nice to me
Plus you can bet I'm bouncin' out with mad props
And if I get chopped or not, baby pop
My world don't stop
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
And in here it makes all end up the same from blowin' backs out
5 to 15, seein' the bean until they max out
Misbehavin', actin' uncivilized like cavemen
I witnessed brave men that gave in, sodomized and turned to gay men
Nobody's playin' drama, prisoners be posted preyin'
On some low shit layin'
Sleep, get your whole shit banged in
Hangin', plus who's to warn you
Out of the hell these inmates gone through
From three halves of a four group doubt if anyone is normal
And over all it's hard to call who would try to play you
My kid from my tomb's caught a carved spoon through his navel
Nothin' can save you, even C.O.'s'll try to grave you
It's painful to even know those who most faithful'll betray you
I lay low key, 'cause I ain't Hercules
Tryin' to get out early on work release
Prayin' the system work with me
'Cause I ain't tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, baby pop
My world don't stop
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
So, until that day I'm discharged and set free, fuck who's gonna sex me
My mind's more based on makin' my next G
Now, let's see, left alone me as a juvenile, no more movin' foul
The penile possesed me with a smoother style
Blessin' my mental with mathematics to map shit through graphics
Fuck it, I ain't with hustlin' backwards
A wiser man with ideas and liver plans
More mature and for sure done saw all my eyes can stand
Sittin', tryin' to design these words of mine
To define what occurs when you're servin' time
Stress just blurs the mind
Behind bars scars are signs of hard times
I'm trappin' myself in between these lines
But I ain't tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, baby pop
My world don't stop
(Your world don't stop)
Yeah, representin'
(Your world don't stop)
For all the fellas on lock-diggedy
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
From upstate to downstate
(Your world don't stop)
Don't stop, paw
(Your world don't stop)
Don't stop, paw
(Your world don't stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
My man, Sincere is in here
(Your world don't stop)
Yo, free, how it be, baby?
(Your world don't stop)
That's we do it
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

Yeah, for those that's locked in Comstock
My peoples sittin' in San Quentin and Clinton
Rikers Island, Rikers Island, Cracker's Island
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
I wake up to them rappin' tunes every afternoon
I be home soon, I see the board some time after June
Met a couple of convicts that's way beyond sick
It seem they dig my style 'cause I be on some don shit
Laid back, I ran into some brothers from way back
Those I dug we hugged, besides that, black, I don't say jack
I stay in tune with the sun, stars and moon
'Cause behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume
Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical reign
And without knowledge of self how else can a criminal change?
And bein' locked up just ain't the life for me shit is way too trife for me
You're comin' home soon, sounds so nice to me
Plus you can bet I'm bouncin' out with mad props
And if I get chopped or not, baby pop
My world don't stop
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
And in here it makes all end up the same from blowin' backs out
5 to 15, seein' the bean until they max out
Misbehavin', actin' uncivilized like cavemen
I witnessed brave men that gave in, sodomized and turned to gay men
Nobody's playin' drama, prisoners be posted preyin'
On some low shit layin'
Sleep, get your whole shit banged in
Hangin', plus who's to warn you
Out of the hell these inmates gone through
From three halves of a four group doubt if anyone is normal
And over all it's hard to call who would try to play you
My kid from my tomb's caught a carved spoon through his navel
Nothin' can save you, even C.O.'s'll try to grave you
It's painful to even know those who most faithful'll betray you
I lay low key, 'cause I ain't Hercules
Tryin' to get out early on work release
Prayin' the system work with me
'Cause I ain't tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, baby pop
My world don't stop
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
So, until that day I'm discharged and set free, fuck who's gonna sex me
My mind's more based on makin' my next G
Now, let's see, left alone me as a juvenile, no more movin' foul
The penile possesed me with a smoother style
Blessin' my mental with mathematics to map shit through graphics
Fuck it, I ain't with hustlin' backwards
A wiser man with ideas and liver plans
More mature and for sure done saw all my eyes can stand
Sittin', tryin' to design these words of mine
To define what occurs when you're servin' time
Stress just blurs the mind
Behind bars scars are signs of hard times
I'm trappin' myself in between these lines
But I ain't tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, baby pop
My world don't stop
(Your world don't stop)
Yeah, representin'
(Your world don't stop)
For all the fellas on lock-diggedy
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
From upstate to downstate
(Your world don't stop)
Don't stop, paw
(Your world don't stop)
Don't stop, paw
(Your world don't stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
My man, Sincere is in here
(Your world don't stop)
Yo, free, how it be, baby?
(Your world don't stop)
That's we do it
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

[Intro:]
Whoo-OOOOH! (Yeahhh-ahhhh)
Yeah (dah dah dah) gotta have some fun now
(Gotta have some fun)
This is that hypnotic
[Chorus: Rell]
You know, that I know
That his flow, is so-so
And I ain't sayin I'm a player
But I'm a man with mo' class
And I ain't tryin to be no hater
But he ain't got no cash
[AZ:]
You know he hustle, so he's trouble
All he see is he can free fuck you, feed you junk food
It's just that kiddie shit that punks do, the one two
Down at the hotel they humped and dumped you
Minors I know well, you somethin to run through
Vagina is wholesale, ain't nothin but young dudes
Bottle here, bottle over there
Lou bracelet, bings and things bling in they ear but stare
Boys footwear, jeans hundred a pair
With me, that's not a person you really wanna compare
Came from it, stunt it, done it for years
Drained from it, got a stomach from there
I do better, investin a little cheddar
And on linen resortin in swimming pool weather
So come with me, have some fun with me
So I can let more than just the sun hit me
[Chorus]
[AZ:]
Large the minimum, spar with Rakim and them
The God, in jailyards, I'm way larger than Eminem
Love to the East coast, cop the 12 with the seats coached
Keep close, there's more to it than just a mink coat
So act right and move up the list
And if you eatin red meat, switch up to fish
Your jeans got nice fit, your ass the right width
All you need is a villa, Marquis and the white six
And that can happen 'fore the month is out
I can see you up in Manhattan, jumpin out
Tits is perked and your cake is fat
The Ace is back, and haters need to face the facts
There's no snow but Santa is near
The hammers is here, the princess and the band is clear
You been around but no one like me
A John Singleton, young Spike Lee, I'll make ya famous
[Chorus]
[AZ:]
So it's now or never, let's pow wow, whatever
Beach house, eat out, fly down together
Either that or I leave now if it's better
Why beat around the lecture be the clown that sweats ya
I'm just tryin to hear the sounds selector
Have you lounge with Dexter, get from 'round them stressers
Here's your chance to Aladdin on the lamp
Loser or the champ the Franklins or the food stamps
Talk to me

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
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]
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...

Yo God, through the knowledge, God, it's like this
This world is rude and controlled by society
That exists with the societies, that exists, with the societies, God
You understand?
These secret societies is maneuvering
Within society to control society
That's why society is outta control
33rd and one third, I heard the illuminated ones, huh
The last days we're facin', that's the case when the emancipation
Proclamation decays, back to the plantation
The government plottin' a nuclear detonation
Destroyin' vegetation, water, the newer order means starvation
The I on the dollar symbolize illumination
Of society, secretly overseein' population
Understand it, the government plans to enslave the planet
I'm trapped in a faze, thinkin' of ways, can it
Happen? 85 percent of the population nappin'
Prayin' in churches, catchin' the holy ghost clappin'
Across the border travellin', I found the Nile across the water
Teachin' my peoples the age of the newer order
Twenty five to click blood line, we toast off wine
Snap clips in 9's, with minds more advanced than Einstein
And Murman, knock down walls like Berlin
Take it out, we can't get in, we can't win
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out
See I, wrote up a composition, I made a decision
For competition, some invite lifestyles that I be livin'
With tribes I been in, with the little brothers that's sinnin'
So I started to vision, crack fiends formin'
On collision, my mind is in that position for soul fishin'
My only dream was to be a musician
Better yet a mortician, that's the life condition
'Cos everybody knows they gonna die, crackers they analyze
[Incomprehensible] plus I feels the vibe, mother cries
Plenty mothers that tries, now that she knows her son's gonna die
Take a trip, pass the lye, now ease
The mind escape from the crimes of New York times
'Cos I'm one of the brothers who made it throughout the others
The rotten apple's tryin' to break loose from these shackles
No doubt, I follow routes, guzzlin' Hennessey, mixed with style
In this ghetto, we can't get out, we can't win
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out
Nothin' can stop the nation, elevation, daily operation
Since man creation, we increase the population
Proper education, got us tappin' in information
Preventin from gettin' locked under top-secret investigation
Guiliani's part of Illuminati
A million minds in one body designed to decline society
They wanna lease 1.2 billion deceased
While the rest is left with the mark of the beast on their domepiece
Prepare, the signs of the times now are near
That I'll wake scare, findin' Zaire, soon be here
So tune your ears, and be saved from a slave
'Cos in a matter of days I'm-a E-Q your brainwaves
AZ the visualiza is wise as Elijah
Here to advise ya, and bring out the realness that's up inside ya
Intoxication, my voice box rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the doe or die situation
We can't win
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out
We can't win
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in

[Intro: AZ]
Yea, it's overdue right here
Ya'll know what it is..
[Verse 1: AZ]
The dead is gone, the world welcomes new borns
A thousand-bookies is sworn in uniform
No application for - snitches, niggaz, but you can join
Just get your coins, and start droppin' dime
Superiority, I can stop time
And I am the minority, so who can knock mines?
Purposely placed here on purpose to shine
Home, purchased on furnace, my concerns is to grind
Get some M's, then gettin' to win
And transfer all U.S. currency for yen
A few friends, few next to kin
Yes it's true, I flew through in that Flurizan Benz
Show room shoppin', coppin' rims, I'm top-ten
Niggaz gon' respect my pen
Survived in two droughts, two seperate games
So I shout, "Who'll slouch, get outta my lane"
My homey's homey did ten in chain
So we set-up in Tony's rome, and I picked out his brain
I explained it's bigger game then just street nigga fame
Them same thoughts I fought like Sugar Shane
Reachin' the next chapter after of life after I mastered
Fuck it Fresh, address these little bastards
[Verse 2: Fresh]
Uh, yea, yea
I'm reachin' for the Range doors on the truck
The European stitched strong in the guts
My nigga M3's doors liftin' up
Uh, Fresh sick wit dough, got Danbury pictures goin' off the dust
And the Cranberry Six growin' off the guts
Light pink heavy wit strong of the cuts
Actin' like steady bitch, knowin' you a slut
And after we get finished ma knowin' you won't cut
And you know I'm in the truck, and deep dishin' it
Fire's are Six, the kid keep kickin' shit
Pies of the brick, the kid keep flippin' shit
I insist the stag' and seen different shit
Bubble face your par' wit see fish in it
Bubble great, ponair's wit clean kinesh shit
In Duffle bag by Guc'
The white double-stitch, on the hall, that's Emilio Puc'
Flow Rivers in the booth and I'm speakin' the truth
So listen up, young niggaz cuz I'm speakin' for fuse
Uh, yea
[Outro: Ralo]
The bigger it is nigga, the harder it falls
Niggaz scared of LL, nigga give us the ball...
Listen to this man
I want ya'll to listen real close and real careful man
There ain't seldom is niggaz born wit all the five senses
The five senses are now, listen to this and listen to this shit close
Cuz this is when a nigga is a last level nigga
First of all, you had to been born wit automatic understanding of the game
You had to have been wit automatic understanding of the game from birth
Then you gotta be unadulterated R-rated
You gotta know how to spit that dialogue in some form of fashion
Whether it's just talking or it's rapping
Then you gotta be law of the nourishing
Once you getting motion, then you get focused
You get hot, that you cannot be motherfucking stopped
Then on top of that you gotta have lyrical sense on a massive level
Some niggaz got it on minus, some niggaz got it on maiden
Some niggaz got it on the massive, Massive is the last level
Then on top of that it gotta be written in your script
The script... the script... the script...
Yo real niggaz you can't break
And real nigga you can't make 'em man
We've been big niggaz all of our life man

Chorus: i wanna chill (Chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely)
AZ's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin on
bubbly)
At times i wanna watch out the Mariot, zoning on owning co-ops,
foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,
formulating up plots ta escape from Salems lock 'cause its scorching hot,
making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, Pataki, got all
kinds of undercovers coming at me, perhaps he, won't be happy, til they
snatch me, and place me where half slacks be, sitting in Catsaki, but
never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill
that awaits for me, so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush,
vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real
CHORUS
first line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)
second line & (ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money
put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the
washingtons go to wify, ya know how we do)
No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a
recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me
seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime
faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain't
promised, I'm as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a Costa
Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat
ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing
the finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans
forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my
dreams
Chorus
so until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't
much more life ta feind after, but another chapter, a new way of life to
adap ta, 'cause these streets a gas ya,and have ya caught up in the rapture
de ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously
aware plus political, 'cause though they claim that every man created equal
whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through,
but once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,
i gotta have it, it so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush,
vivid enough, ta make living this a must, plu this is real
Chorus 3x
ending: its so crazy im down wit AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
its so crazy jones and AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
I wanna chill, I wanna chill, I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

[AZ intro]
Yea Devine Intervention
Miliato, Begetz, AZ
Quiet Money Presents.
[Half-A-Mil] (R.I.P.)
Now the twin towers done blew up
niggaz seen the footage and threw up
I got platinum bullets for y'all to chew up
Mil-latin the dog done grew up
is it still Manhatten I speak street slang arab-a-latin
my gunz speak rat-a-ta-in
understand my lingo
I'm from Albany Afganistan
fuck Chris Cringo and Christopher Columbus
I'll shoot scud missles through his kango and spray z gas
on ya faggot ass
Allah you akba, make 767's crash
smack Jesus Christ and smoke a half a pound of hash
I keep a half a pound of cash
I thought I told you cats
I'm not a rapper
rock a G on my chest that stands for god
fuck Dan I'm dapper
prada from head to toe
dollars, cherries in the moe
you fake ass pimps, get my chips
so I'm burying you and your hoes
I plant plutonium bombs after each and every show
so every artist you sign is guaranteed to blow
I'm guaranteed to flow
puffin that magic weed
knowledge itself nigga that's what you need
so fuck you and those crabs that you feed, tell 'em holla at me
[Chorus]
New York New York with blood in your ice
put numbers on your head killa name your price
we gets love where ever we go
cause the street life is all we know
It's all we know
[Begetz]
I work for a quarter million in dope
a million dollars in cash
1.5 under the bathroom stash
put that little ass gun away nigga
step up your murder game
still fuckin wit weed
step up to heroine
cardiay diamond links no more gold chains
vertical doors, candy paint, and woodgrain
I'm the one to watch niggaz don't cover your eyes
so many eyes on my watch got 'em hypnotized
fuckin with hustlers ballin like rap niggaz, throwin money in the air screemin I ain't gotta rap niggaz
the 9 m & m ain't sweet like candy
got mines on me front row with a grammy
slugs on the left and lust on the right
fuck an award boo we'll take you home tonight
milli gates in the spyder with the glass roof
damn near crashed in valet off that over proofed shit, we drunk
[Chorus x2]
[AZ]
I got one son, two guns, a couple of cribs
just tryin to live
fuck gettin stuck with a bid
niggaz I fuck with now
used to fuck with his kids
slim dude food never stuck to my ribs
been tried on occasions
I lie with persuasion
hustled out of town nearly died in a Days Inn
breezed on a turnpike
received then returned kites
cold D to O.G homie nigga earn strikes
burnt mics
left 'em there to sizzle for shizzle
you know the dizzle my nizzle
I'm so visual
all jewels tiz you paid dues true to the grizzle
blew a few mil and still official
BIG we still miss you
the games real fical
It's two thou and a nickel
nigga trying to go triple
until I'm there wit you
a wheel chair cripple
It's no secret I'm a keep it popin like a pistol

[Intro:]
Okay, if you in a club
I advise you to put your drinks down, and head to the dance floor
Anywhere else will be uncivilized
If you're in a car, pull over
put the hazards on and let the windows down
This is something the world needs to know
Let's go
[Verse 1:]
Yes I'm Brooklyn's best till I'm put to rest
I heard tales a nigga sin to shells to cook my flesh
No jail, never stale homie look how fresh
I'm low key like them old G crooks out west
As far as poetry Nas, Biggie, Jay, Mos Def
Rakim, Gucci, Rap, Kane, KRS
Like Common and kanye I could say I'm blessed
Peace to Ghost, Raekwon and Ron Artest
This is ??? hunger, I'm obsessed with summer
I'm for what runners is gunnin' them young boys will gun ya
But any nigga icey your own wifey will warn ya
There's no wonder, every fronter wanna be stunner
I spit thunder, I'll miss when I'm six feet under
Legit, I'm just tryina shift G-Unit numbers
Even rich niggaz slip for the slumber
Shit happens but believe I'm back blastin a number
[Chorus: x2]
This is not a life that we in, this is hell
This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
Because I made it out, so that makes me a God
[Verse 2:]
Yes my flows elite, I know the streets
I'm the cold ?cheeks? of the East Coast I blow on beats
I create the aucoma state how I doze to sleep
I keep dozing but never doze six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me
Say what, I haze up 'fore haters hopin' I gave up
It's either you stay tough or you copin' to ?cage cuff?
From cold player to cold savor to host favor
Who's the most underrated, G Rap, AZ, and Jada
Allah savior, bark but sharp as a razor
With street smarts in a Jedi heart like Darth Vader
Hearts behavior, puffin a Garcia Vega
The god see the haters be the larceny is greater
Pardon the player, I'm crunk with some defeats
Some have somebody somewhere don't want me to eat
I'm war with the streets, I'm wanted and I'm comin' for keeps
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
And it's a must I live it, the trucks is kitted
Too many peoples in the ?pee? now so duck or visit
Show it off when I freestyle, who fuckin' with it
A final song for song as long as the hustlers get it
as long the jewels on all is custom fitted
Diamond cut for cut the cluster ups the digits
Enough is enough with the trust I hush the critics
Buck for buck, yeah I'm buck while I must admit it
The dough done did it, I'm ??? the flow is vivid
You know me, low key homie, only expose the snippit
So prolific, so sincere, so gifted
So melodic, ya'll got it so twisted
Sip the ??? E-40 the ??? had a few ??? brought it back to the sewers
True this no duets, no collabs, no regrets
you ??? just here tryina cash some little checks

[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Cold as the cold in the wintertime
Slow rhyme when I rhyme, no beginner I'm
City walk when they sin tryna make a dime
They don't ask for too much, just a lil' shine
Lil' time on the grind tryin get that gwap
Wah'n't worth eight years for your first time pop
Now you back rehabilitated, punchin the clock
Old neighborhood witnessin your man and 'nem drop
Got the drop on that nigga said he runnin the block
Graduated from the greens to servin up rock
So you plot and you think and you sin on the plan
on some scheme-ass shit but, that's your man
I'm sayin, you tryna push reasons to the front
and put a block on that other shit you want
But the streets keep callin ya name
An 9-to-5 slave to the rhythm ain't bringin you fame
So it's back to the game, round up a lil' gang
Set it up to stick ya manye but he stick you first
Goodbye!
[Chorus:]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man
[Phonte:]
Remember (-member), befo niggaz was on the bandwagon...
I fell asleep til the sound of hand cannons
Leavin holes in souls the size of Grand Canyons
Late nights [?] streets with my man Brandon
Fast forward, twelve years now we grandstandin
Because I'm main-taining, wit'out man-tanin
and it made me an ani-mal
But I need another quota book for the catalog
I could dumb down and rap for bitches and alcohol
But I'm too loud, and too proud to tap-dance for these crackers, dawg
So, won't be no Gregory Hine-it
When Tay get hostle, he in the gospel like he in the Winans
and right now, he in there finding
a new platform for the rhymes that I arranged
A new ideas for the lines that I exchanged
cause I can't be, a laughingstock homie, that'll be a crying shame
All I need is six bars and an intro
Cause I relate to these beats like it was kinfolks
And the flow's so fresh like Mentos
and this is all real talk, that's for your info
Cause that's where I been, yo, ho!
[Chorus:]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
[Phonte:]
Uh, 3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man
[AZ:]
Grindin, time limb
muh'fucker back up, stepped-up muh'fucker
So quiet, I coulda crept on a sucker (ahhh!)
From behind and blew the breath out the busta (poooow!)
But instead, held my head like a hustl-er
Pumped-up and get the sound of the muffler
Heard him clown bout his pounds bein fluffier
Tellin niggaz outta town they be luckier
and get sad when the hood had enough of ya
Broke niggaz buck at cha, poke you in ya jugga-ler
But when you high, you feel niggaz can't fuck wit ya
I'm surprised some niggaz still had customers
[?] my eyes and inhaled my smoke
Tryna decide, should I let him slide - but nope!
He broke ties when he spoke his lies
Tell his pi's that he hope I die, so my reply is
to "Keep it real, I hope you could fly"
Cause I'ma send him to them open skies
(Gah! Gah! Rrraaah! Rrraaah!)
[Chorus:]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen �em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)
[AZ:]
3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall

Rock the house
East New York, East New York
East New York, East New York
East New York, East New York
East New York, East New York
To my nigga AZ to the fullest
We was already loyal to people's minds and mulianis
Now we more fucked up with a mayor named Guliani
You can try to bomb me analyze but can't define me
My mind's divine heavily entwined with Ghandi's
Far from feeble, I leave your nostrils hard to breathe through
'Cause my cerebrals are more of a higher plane than the Hebrews
Well my mic devotion brings out my deepest emotions
Overdosing wannabes posing sending them through convulsions
To hard to follow, you took a bite but couldn't swallow
Your mind's boggled but I'm as deep as Donald Goines novels
My whole persona's kinda laid back like a recliner
And since my mama, I been fucking with marijuana
Wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare
Strictly menace wear, making off a Guinness beer
So where it all begins is here destiny and me finally meet
So how can I be weak? I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
My verbals rip shit brains give birth to thoughts in triplets
Fuck it I'm on some flip shit ready to let my clip spit, dramatical
Vocals release shells like automatics
Do music's magical causing any battle to be tragical
I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia
Slaughter your circulatory like leukemia
Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?
I'm vicious, mad malicious 'cause it's real on this road to riches
I got this mastered, other rappers'll craft it
Weak and wicked camoflauged as killers how they speak and kick it
Peep this uniqueness nonbelievers I'm leaving speechless
Left to chokers and skunk smoke was coming through the speakers
Surgically nice with any verbal device trife, breathing life into mics
My insight's beyond the twilight so die, fight, no surrender, no retreat
Techniques speak I'm rather unique
I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
So it's gonna take more than your astrologist to knowledge this
A physiologist couldn't even figure out the exoticness
Raps demolishing certified the way I style it
My wordplay blaze with the rays of ultra violence
My culture's smiling, getting more in depth with each breath
My biography follows the footsteps of Malcolm X
Money and sex, Gore-Tex Donna Karan and Guess
Finesse, success through the life stress mics I blessed
Puffing trees to get me high as trapeze
Flipping Japanese at ease when I'm stacking G's
So let's discuss, plus degrees
How the rhyme forces the source for thoughts that's lost
So don't cross 'cause it'll cost
The ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor
Moves be major with unexplainable behavior
The word's on the street so keep your ears to the concrete
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique
Why I'm rather unique

This is quiet money fo life, understand huh
This is quiet money fo life, TBS huh
Get it right, huh
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 that's the key question?
Niggas yelling keep repping
I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the essence
I speak in lesson if you seeking reference
Never leave ya weapon
See me if you 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 you naked
I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this
That's probation got us extra hating
No explanation for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations
This rap shit got us celebrating
Like we saving, we in hell with satan
Jails are waiting smell probation, serve time got us telemaking
Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating
(Nothing)
Yo, at fourteen my hot ass was chasing bitches
At fifteen 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 you show it you betta blast it
Math class on the corner yeah 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
So's reing me up got the hood on clockwork
Bedstuy nigga you know it's on
Gotta flow so strong, you could put it in a bomb
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
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
Jump out the drop top
Catch you why you copping at that weed spot
Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot
I'm in the trinches that's where y'all niggas scared to come at
Where all the guns at
Where my shorties flip them ones at
That's 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 paralyzed 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 lieutenant
Yeah 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 it's 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 it's a must we play
We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way
From light to day it's 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
Visualize the realism
I'm a dangerous speed
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
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

Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel
Trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids, 'cause they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel
Trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids, 'cause they hustle blind
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 paroles
My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie
Police know me, but ain't got enough to hold me
I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels
A form of teachin', from the streets never taught in school
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
Absorbin' fast, learnin' from niggas I lost in the past
It's poison plays in these foul days
Housin' cops and they foul ways, and walkin' through a wild maze
Holdin' my brain, tryin' to maintain
Sleet, snow, or rain, I guess the game'll never change
Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel
Trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids, 'cause they hustle blind
Since the genesis, paraphernalia circle my premises
Poor images, project life drained my innocence
It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed
My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church
She prayed for peace, hopin' I'm saved before she lay diciest
To say the least, the warden's to wise to play the streets
I know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope
And though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat
Amongst the frozen hearted, some now bentin', some departed
Inhalin' chocolate, tracin' back to where it started
The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce and tres
The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth and days
And though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still
All around 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
Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel
Trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids, 'cause they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel
Trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids, 'cause they hustle blind
I played all positions, plus learned from each mission
Politic, wit all type 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 felons on trial blowin'
So burn your clips and sit back, learn your shit
The last of these real reps left turned legit
Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel
Trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids, 'cause they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel
Trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids, 'cause they hustle blind
Pieces of a black man, my thoughts travel
Trapped on savage land it's like taboo
Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin' nines
Some servin' state bids, 'cause they hustle blind

[nas] yo this esco, who this?
[az]
What's the deally?
I just touched grounds down in philly
Brought a pound with me, feds floatin around silly
Tryin to find lynn, bitch supposed to be in the benz
Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe gwen
Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned
To post it alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels
No time for them thoughts, too much to lose
Just tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the ride
Where's your joy and pride?
You know little des got your eyes
[nas]
In the cut, drop-z okay, the top's up
Left the mall bought little amal the toy truck
Your boy's what, three years old now, correct?
He and my daughter age neck and neck, they futures set
Trees got me wet, in the background's an old cassette
Fly stephanie mills shit
What's the deal with, all this shit I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop
That ain't ya stee', you usually low key with no t
I'm only goin off of what some weak bitch told me
[az]
That's some ill shit, hear that bitch go with her click
[nas]
Yo dunn,
I'll hit you right back cause the static is thick
[spanish speaker -> words unknown]
Chorus: dr. dre
We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do
Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, then you through
We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do
Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, we got you
[az]
We just hit the cribbo, I'm curled up on this pillow
I'm still low, hold the ill news, these niggaz killed mo'
The shit touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie
From a while back - same foul cats who tried to bust me
Caught 'em sleeppin, in spanish harlem with some puerto ricans
Up in washington heights right off the deacon
Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's tapped
Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own back
[nas]
Keep your eyes open - stay wide, shit is mind blowin
Look for any sign showin one-time is knowin
About the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more
Cats bleed in this cold war
Son we took an oath, then this life took us both
We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth
Now I'm on the car doin, headlights on
Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light storm
That's formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow?
Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other side
[nature]
Yo son some other cats tried to ruin our plans
Sendin two decoy bitches with pictures of you and your man
Askin your whereabouts - I gave 'em no leads
For all the nigga know them hoes fuck with police
[nas]
No shit I'm clickin over, i'ma tell sos' quick
Son - them outta state bitches tryin to get us both hit
That was nate, he hit me last night late while in my hoe's stomach
Said it's no hundred, we fbi's most wanted
So play the low, change your clothes, pack your bags
Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast
Chorus
[az]
Yo it's all good
I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, word
[nas]
Stay on point - don't even use the phone
Just come to my crib yo, word up
[az]

[AZ:]
America! The bondage is off... knowledge is freedom
We all niggas never ignorant getting goals accomplished
Let's have a drink... it's on me! [laughing]
[Verse 1: AZ]
Yes I'm doing it a few soo-wooing it
My man Lou crew bandanna blue-ing it
They buck at cars won't give a fuck who in it
Bust at broads the gods say they ruin shit
20 to a clip hollow heads loaded them legislators ain't doing shit college heads know it
Raps and it's influences turning kids out
Was trapped but still intuitive learn to switch routes in drought
My reality's placed on principalities so
Any casualties gracefully done carefully
The real attracted me re-exchange and bill
Mathematically calculating maintain and chill but still
Mind of Muhammad signs of the Masonic both combine I'm a verbal rhyme galenic
Promise, pay homage only here for a spell and like that
I'm back where the highest form dwell it's right back
Just like them 9 milli shells that systematically let off and murdered Sean Bell in hell
Smell the corpse of the homies we lost from a era so pure you could never be sure
The game's so sick I'm just looking for the cure
Like that Dead Prez flick when they was looking for the score
This whole shit here is forceman's sure[? ] ya'll talk about war well a nigga from the core
Sci-fi tricks I'm the spook by the door
Men in all black took the coupe out on tour
Hi-top kicks kept the sweatsuits velour
Fitted all colors we considered all brothers
First we all chilling now we killing one another
See these hustlers on the covers of these FEDS and DIVAS
The game's dead trying to make these young heads believe us either
Understand or be under the land... my man [fades... ]
[Gunshots... ]
[Verse 2: Papoose]
Peace to the world(Peace to the world)... Papoose Pa-poose
Knowledge is freedom hop in the BM and drop the new zeams[? ]
Rhymin with reason I could defeat him
I could delete him I could just eat him
Not to deceive him not to mislead him
Drop it to feed him lock in and teach him proper believing
Cockin and squeeze him pop him and leave him
His pockets is bleeding so know I got ya podi-um[? ] I hug the block to the PM
I was wise and strategic on the rise with the thesis since I was rockin the leases
Since I was coppin Adidas since small sizes of sneakers like buddrock[? ] with the speeches
You bloodclots is anemic my mugshot in the precint your gunshot is the weakest
My young mind is the deepest you cockblockers and leeches I'll blow your Pradas to pieces
Hold a thousand my queen and fill a vagina with semen
It's so exotic and pleasing I gotta stop when I'm skeetin
When I was my momma fetus her stomach sat by the speakers
The music got in my features that's just why I'm prestigious
Hold my bottle and drink it ain't suck it out of a cleavage
Cause I was ingenious since doc was circumcising my penis
I'm a scholar suceeding and all of my dollars increasing
Got a lot of achievements cause I divide with the weaklings
Sick and tired of these heathens
I see a lot of em scheming they hearts throbbing and tweaking
But I could stop em from beating
Drop the hottest releases I don't bother with demons
I leave em whining and screaming just like a toddler who teething
I pledge-alizes allegiance from the bottom I creeping
All ya'll could line up and meet him the God inside of his kingdom
You claiming you done bidded what that did prove?
When you couldn't walk one visit in that man's shoes
Competition becomes timid cause Pap can't lose
I got the young gifted and black man blues
The 49th law of power your time is hourless
Cross Papoose and you cowards is powerless...

[Intro: AZ]
Yes, yes, ladies and gentlemen
I'll like to thank you for your support, love
Not only to me, but to the whole hip-hop industry itself
We as a whole, we've been weathering in the Storm
From the start, 30-plus years ago to now
But uh, like all weapons of hate, we perceiver
So allow me to speak not only for me
But on behalf of the hip-hop coalition
Every hood, every ghetto across the United States of America
[Verse 1: AZ]
Yea, as a youngin' I was sittin'- spittin' sponge-in'
Just learnin' the life, and Christ second comin'
Well mannered and nice, got advice from women
But when the money get tight, the stomach start grumblin'
It was some of then, wasn't all Hammers then
Went in the Benz, it was kingpin and bubblin'
We started huddlin', puttin' in, and jugglin'
A shear later we straight, no more strugglin'
But that was only the start
The love between homey started fallin' apart
I guess anything's addictive when it's callin' your heart
Death and incarceration had us all in the dark
We was done, some'll say "we had a beautiful run"
And the beauty is skin deep was beneath the slums
I was numb, that was like speakin' in tongues
So relax, I adapt within a week I was sprung
Spoke facts on the track, it's like squeezin' a gun
No more crack, all the boys on my back hearin' "RUN"
Yea, I changed & came, all them years, on the stairs G Rap & Kane
I felt pain, them beamers still lurkin' my brain
But the ways is the most high is to preserve to explain
It was the fame, that focused me, perfected my game
And like that, there's so many others that this rap will remain
And in exchange, we give fans the force of the reign
To feed, nurture, and breed, and be the voice of the slain
It's a shame, but that real shit come wit the life
And in order to obtain you gotta sacrifice
It's like cuttin' your bitch shorter, don't pass on fights
I'ma tourer, so you know all my facts is right
Plus my Aurora is like used spoilers on the porch at night
So be polite, just go for them critics that write
This is Rap, we from the hood, just tryin' to get a slice
Some'll bite, but the most just coast wit ice
And rock a little chain, get a little brain
[Immediately changes to AZ talking]
Ha ha-ha ha, yea, hey, it is what it is
You know Rap has no rules
See my enlightener he-he once told me once said
"If there is no devilish-men, then there won't be Godliness"
"One can't exist without the other"
Knaw'mean?, it's like a Doctor is only needed to heal
And he caters to the sick, so the sick must exist, ya heard?
A Minister - he only gives sermon to - uh you know -
Those seeking for forgiveness - so them sinners must exist
You know? it's simple simplistic, ha ha-ha ha
It's AZ the GOD - Constantine - Quiet Money for life

Yeah son, I know you can hear me man
Shit been crazy in the hood since that happen
But I found out the cat that did that, word to minds
I'ma see him in a minute son, it's on
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
Fuck off if you[Incomprehensible] 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 and 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 losers fall, winner takes all
Judges make calls, Kings stand behind the 8 ball
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 to 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
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
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

[Large Professor:]
Yeah it's the ghost SP
The G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP
With the G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP
With the G-O-D AZ
Hardest yeah hardest
[Styles P:]
Yeah it's the hardest out
I'm a die for my cause, take the martyr route
Up north they talk about me when the yard is out
Can't come through the hood on the mountain bike when cars is out
It's the G-H-O-S-T go in
I'm the P-H-A-N-T-O-M Phantom
Spit Jems blow hems from his chin to his eyebrow
Trying to watching beat street and wildstyle
Get the feeling back
Whateva happen to realer rap
Ask my man where the tequila at
I'm from a hood where they peel ya cap
And you ain't got a prize under
Word to the hoodie that my eyes under
Word to the hand that the gloves over
It's all hate when the loves over
Talk straight when thug sober
But keep it quiet just shush
When you see me blowing kush on the push
Trying to get large dough
Ghost Sosa and Large Pro
Why you think I got on my cargos
To put mad stacks in it
I burn your house with the plaques in it
And then I'm spraying the mac in it
Your dj is wack burn his house with the wax in it
Never kick raps if you ain't got facts in it
But regardless whatever your bars is
I don't give a fuck cause I be the hardest nigga
[Hook:]
Styles P: I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T you don't wanna see SP
Everyday I wake up it's like I'm liable to sin
Smoke haze in bible paper swallowing gin
I'm G-H-O-S-T
I can crack the ground and make the clouds come down
Find me if you looking for trouble
Send a hundred niggas I'm a bust a thousand rounds
[AZ:]
The streets is mine
The east just fine
We drop jewels in our verbal
We reach the blind
We badu with the earth food
Delete the swine
Nine two how we murk you it's reaper time
No riffing
Death is near the checks is cleared
Bout to charge niggas holes for they reckless stares
Bout to bar niggas flows cause they rep ain't there
They style is trash
The more cash the less I care
I'm colder real vulgore
Kill bill with the blue steel in the holster
Come no closer
Got the game in a choka blunt smoker
Pretty hair cunt stroker it's brooklyn baby
Motherfuckers thought bush was crazy kill'em all
My marriage to the streets was annulled I'm a ball
From the era where the real niggas ball took cheddar
Broads even look much better I put pleasure
And stitch in every word
I'm the sickest eva heard
If you can't get me richer I'm a kick you to the curb
Picture getting served on a yacht with orderve
While the block still rock twenty g's by the third
That's my word
[Hook:]
AZ: I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T ya'll don't wanna see AZ
At any given minute nigga liable to flip
You wanna pimp nigga find you a bitch I ain't the one
I'm S-O-S that's me
Got a hundred hungry goons that'll kill for free
Same young nigga that'll torch your face
Suite up and come support at your wake motherfucker
[Large Professor:]
Yeah it's the ghost SP
The G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP
With the G-O-D AZ
SP, it's the ghost SP
With the G-O-D AZ

[Verse 1:]
I'm a 80's baby
"Mercedes" made me
Crack money and "Moet" made me crazy
Strapped hungry with' no vest they named me "AZ"
Amongst the militant, too insane to raise me
Was "Swayze"
Some old school pimps embraced me
And built real between daffodils and daisies amazed me
The cars changed, switched attire
Broads came, partied like "Richard Pryor"
? frames, no lens to protect my pupils
Thou' their hearts changed, love amongst my men was neutral
Beau'ful
We puffed, there was dough to spread
With' enough bread to [? ]
I fled
Instead I had a mouth to feed
19 my queen claimed she handled my seed
Do the right thing is wise, that's what "Spike Lee" said
So disguised as a mic fiend, my ties was dead
[Chorus:]
The game don't stop
'Til the player gets knocked
Or the shit flip-flop
And you sittin' on top
[Verse 2:]
My kid here, career in the bloom
I don't live there no more, I done moved to the moon
Whips is like spaceships that zoom on fumes
Flooded bracelets they lit like an eclipse in june
No cartoon
I symbolize the coldest itself
Once told he who hold don't expose his weatlh
But what else
When one life's faced with' crisis
And you see hate replace the holy faith of the righteous
I just
Handcuffed and jailed myself
Jammed up and bailed myself
With' no help
Made my own V.I.s and mailed myself
It's all B.I. I had to tell myself
I'm on lock
The game don't stop
'Til the player gets knocked
Or the shit flip-flop
And you sittin' on top
Flashin' my wrist watch
Like go get cops
Bitch I'm legit got rich off Hip Hop
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
I'm one man but so many monsters in me
With' one gram had plans on conquering cities
So on one hand could've signed and launched with' "Diddy"
But I ran with my other man, the response was pretty
A few grams, a few nigga's fiances with' me
New sedans, was feelin' like "Fonzworth Bentley"
Who the man? My homies at the concerts with' me
I was back on my deen
Then the jacket with' the jeans
Then the hatin' and slackin' with' the team
Now I know what it means
Things ain't always what it seems
It's the ones that smoke blunts with' cha
Rap with' cha
But really want your black ass out the picture
Bet the God won't slip
I'm indie with' the semi on the "Remy" loaded talents in the clips
Rubber grip
Got the silence on the tip
So call it what you want I'm on my New York shit!

Just gimme the countdown
Know where we goin [scratched: "AZ"]
Uh-huh ["AZ"] ["Streets is yours for the takin now"]
Feels so good ["AZ"]
[AZ]
You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up
Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up
Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble
You see the change when the Range come through
When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled
The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis
It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused
The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it
You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought
But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up
Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups
Then one little thing just, leads to the next and
Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck
Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and
Just so we can go, you was free from the stress
I guess it is what it is
[Chorus: DJ Premier scratching]
"Creepin on a come up" "Streets is yours for the takin now"
"Creepin on a come up" "I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful"
"Creepin on a come up" "Streets is yours for the takin now"
"I'm rather unique" "I'm from the place" "Brooklyn"
[AZ]
You know the saga, who liver, who hotter
Who shot at who at the Ramada
I knew about beef since Bambaataa
Before "Beat Street" streets was heavily deep with the riders
Guns and money, some was hungry
Dysfunctional families that come from junkies
Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries
Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies
Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars
Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla
Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless
Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick
Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it
Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this
So understand I know from firsthand
The lies of a church man, high off his first gram
[Chorus]
[AZ]
The jails is packed, the streets is wack
It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack
Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back
Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed
The coke is up, so now cushion throws what's up
And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch
The D's in the Capris too close to duck
But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts
The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal
Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal
Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep
Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek
Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs
It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big
'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong
You want more then long on to A-Z dot com

[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 theres 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] - repeat 3X
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

No need for Lato's
Pure straight out Bolivia
Peru, uncut baby, what?
Fuck you
Life is a struggle, that's why niggas I know stay on the juggle
Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you
Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin'
It seems sickenin', but what? Whatever makes the pockets thick in
Fuck police and no remorse for the beasts
That's lost on the streets, that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece
Some lost sheep, runnin' through strips, thinkin' of top dealers
Fillin' Tek clips, wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas
Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso
Skitzo, clepto, killin' shit up throughout the metro
My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug investments
Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference
And violations will lead to kidnappin', decapitation
So what you're facin', is realism that's in the activation
Livin' off land with five honeys playin' my hand
Me and Fam, sippin' off Guinness stout and eatin' clams
It's all part of plans, a vet chillin' in Tamps, West and Stans
Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands
What? For my Height niggas
(Uncut)
Trife niggas
25-to-life niggas
(Raw)
This is as pure as opium, purified for street players to open 'em
Space, like three els laced with coke in 'em
Shots awoken 'em, fake uniform takes the portion of
Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin' 'em
However though, fake ass niggas'll never know
'Cos my method's perfected, I'm movin' sceptic and never show
I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low
While I'm sippin' Cristal, I mess with Long Island and Moe
A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica
Puffin exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper
So exhale, 'cos if I don't live to tell
Then fuck it, if well, I'll see the rest of y'all niggas in hell
What? For my Height niggas
(Uncut)
Trife niggas
(Uncut raw)
25-to-life niggas
So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and weed sellers
What the fuck Cats can tell us if they ain't got bread to bail us?
Happy to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul
From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool
It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore
Plenty young for war, gettin' their minds flunked and sore
Yo dun, cock the 4, motherfuckers think we're playin', back 'em down

Just like a motion picture, gun fire froze a nigga
Compose the liquor, caused me to stager, stumble over quicker
Duckin' low, wit the four four, tryin' to bust and blow
Empty out before the po po come bust the show
Sobered up, knew it was beef, but over what?
Been in the cut, escapin' these streets, they cold as fuck
Tuck my chain in, rose to my feet, no time for aimin'
Back arched, all you saw was sparks, niggas blazin'
One fell, callin' for help, heard him yell
My last shell, tore through his spine, it's time to bail
It's slow motion, dust in my clothes started boatin'
It's bizarre copin', my blood flowin' like the art of goshen
Thoughts racin', hit the corner slow pacin'
No destination, it's up north a nigga facin'
If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round
I pleed innocent, the love for my freedom is infinite
Thoughts was intimate, I mastered the minds, the mortal 10 percent
Self defense, incarceration couldn't help repent
Caught in commotion at the time I felt it, felt intense
Him or me, it's misery through my memory
But mentally, outcome wise I feel no sympathy
You know the streets, how some niggas could go for weeks
Rock you slow to sleep, play you for doe, now you know it's beef
Know it's deep, I live my life on the creep
Tinted jeeps, bulletproof coupes move mystique
Let him speak, my dogg is innocent
It was my gats this cat named Roberto it's certain
Desert ease in my skirts end
Let my nigga live while I breed us up a kid face this little bitch
No explanation, speedy trial, fuck the extra waitin'
Hesitatin', they know the time a nigga facin', so what's the verdict?
If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round
I feel ill inside, though my life is still a ride
Some may criticize, but it's a blessin', that I'm still alive
From all the smoke lit, all the hoes hit, all the cold shit
From comin' that close gettin' my dome split
Spreaded out, so much on my mind, gotta let it out
To live, and die for a cause I feel dead with out
Check my rap sheet, no prior cases, just some tech's beef
Charged with drunk drivin' once, but I was half sleep
Swervin', off of St. Mark's and Burgan, in a rented suburban
I must have dozed when I was turnin'
But peep this, I'm on trial now, no sign of weakness
No secrets, just goin' to court and I'm tryin' to beat this
A new don, another score, another new born, been too long
Here's a dick jury for y'all to chew on
Order in the court, order in the court
That's contempt of court
If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round
If we all gonna die, I'm prepared to meet my maker
But before I touch that death bed feel, I gotta see some paper
Keep my head to the sky, won't let no one pull us down
Do whatever it takes, 'cause that's the breaks
Money make this world go 'round

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
AZ {Verse One}
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
AZ {Verse Two}
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
AZ {Verse Three}
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

[Nature]
At the right major 24, I'd done seen it all done it all
Some dreams stay fresh and some are spoiled
Dealing with time went to spring, summer, fall
Its crazy changes, is this that made me famous?
I come a long way from Timbs, minimum wages
Stocking caps summer jobs pockets flat
It's funny how my childhood idols now be coping cracks
Ain't knocking at them, fortunately life is too short to see
It's only right we move accordingly at every second
I use to carry heavy weapons, previously cocked
Tucked in my shirt for every session, but hold up
The two-six beer made me grow up
Came home to the damn same dream with no luck
And half the clique strong, the other half moved on
Some with new lives and new wives niggaz live long
The foulest thing about time is still ticks when you gone
[Nas]
For those who lived the way I lived we came from a long way
From wiping coal from our eye lids from raps hottest
Smoking lye to the track guidance, 'member back then
Before mack 10's expensive bottles, had a sick mind
Niggaz taught me how to get mine
We often sit courts they get tossed that get spit lines
To all niggaz that the Lord seemed to legit time
Why we plan to live for-ev he had a different design
Is it safe to say we all parish on the sacred day
With my luck soon as I reach the gate that made me pay... pray
Minutes go by indo-go-high the specialist decked out dark specks finessing
Used to play catch a kiss same girls back then now leave us messages
A whole lot, travel to my old spot where we sold rock although it's trifle
Ain't nothing changed as like time is cycle
[AZ]
Yo, wake up to the world stay in charge of your dream
Keep your vision focus get wise and large your cream
Marketing scheme so many in the dark it's un-seemed
Caught up between perhaps rap was a fortunate thing
Forced to be king from hustlin to supporting them fiends
Busting guns, I had no remorse as a team
Rocking bird stones my first get big nursed a dome
Its hurts to zone now I realize I'm on the surface alone
Time ticks devilish mind design quits leave you line quick
And cause you to die behind shit, mathematics
Master 120 I'm Aziatic, I'm amazed with magic
Cousins with loosen that made me savage
Life changed once you established with the right game
Love the night vane found the new way to fight pain
Clocks never stop its all the way to the top

[Note: same beat as Prodigy (Mobb Deep) "Keep It Thoro"]
[Intro: AZ]
Yea, niggaz actin' like the rap game is over
Like we in New York, it's East coast baby
[Verse One: AZ]
I get doe, head, whole lot of hate to cop my LP
It's like them hoes can't wait
Stimulate the minds of them killers upstate
And these snakes among deceive I diss was dead weight
Use to hit niggaz with work and the crate
Guerrilla rap will still smack the smirk of your face
Was jail baited bounced from strip bitches got raped
Now the dick game is so insane I can't fake
The stakes when you fuckin' with chicks chasin' them brakes
So if they ain't holdin' bank then they can't get the H.N.I.C. and shit
A hustler's rap artist, pardon, AZ stats regardless
Heartless, haunt niggaz like the anti Christ
My advice 'fore you lose your life, is think twice
Before you creep on it, put beef on it, sleep on it
The weak get left in the streets with no garments
Ice grillin' niggaz, to me it's the most harmless
Don't embarrass yourself, you way out of foreign grounds
When niggaz bullshit with them pounds
I don't fuck around dunny, I lay it down, keep it thoro..
[Outro: AZ]
Yea, certified now, Quiet Money mafia

[AZ Talking]
I'm about to get on some Norman Bates shit, and go psycho
Shit, get the right speakers
Let me start a little early, that's what I do
[rapping]
You know my persona, let me kindly remind ya
The Gucci, Garbana, the New-E, the Low, Evisus, designers
How I post up, probably amongst pirahnas
I'm the urban version of that turban-waving Osama
Last of a genre, there's nothing to mash your mind to
Y'all trash, I'll leave half of y'all niggaz in trauma
So I laugh, cause I'd rather clam in vagina
Splash a few grands on some high sand in the sauna
Usually ponder when I puff my little ganjas
Somber, feeling like Don Cheetah in the Hotel Riwanda
You know karma, increase when you cease your drama
It's deep, but you sleep when you feel there's peace upon you
Keep that armor, I formerly greet as a charmer
But beneath is more than mystique, I'm a monster
Came to conquer, no games I came to regain my honor
No lames, it's the same as the brain can conjure
Why launder, when I can outsell the bomber
Miskel, tell Mel, he'll be out of jail by Kwanza
From Tompkins to Guanas, to the hills in Brownsville, I sponsors
Nothing to cock back the Black P-80 Launcher
Any hate can haunt you, I'm straight from the L.I. gates of Yonkers
Down to the Southern states to Great Lakes in Tonker
Young, majestic, the beams from the Sun reflect it
Numb before Bush Senior's son was elected
Eclectic, world respected, like Brother Ube from Dure
But hey, what you expected, perfected, connected
So exit, or have it all in here

[AZ]
Yea, back off vacation
Time to send y'all pros on a permanent vacation though
Check my track record, respect is my black Lexus
Expect me to act reckless, I'm rich and I'm ass naked
A mink with half leopard, my drinks and my glass separate
I roll and I'm half breathless, just stroll through my last message
Like...niggaz can't be serious
Never that leery shit, shit I'm mysterious
Move mystique on 'em, the doses increase on 'em
You ghost if you sleep on 'em
No joke when my peeps stormin
The cars they come in heavy
The God of the Serengeti
I charge with a large machete
And carve through ya starvin belly
Like...you shoulda known I was serious
Still the prettiest, point blank period
[Nas]
Feedin while alligators on swamps, got miles and acres
No comp, whether it's freestyle, or written down on papers
So far, I've been down from maybe, a decade, I'm still the raw-rest
Plus, suede, and ferragamo's, cause the made jury's on us
Garments fly apartments, they buggin say Nastradamus
Just wasn't one of my hardest, sold over a mil regardless
Chill with them hard looks, I spark clips
If you blood, or Muslim, 5 percent God, or crip
[AZ]
Yea, ok
Guns in the glove compartment
I'm dapper but love the nonsense
The rappin up of my conscience
I'm strapped when I come to conscious
Attack with a hundred monsters
They black and they runnin bonkers
We back and we come to conquer
[Nas]
To master the fucking genre
Like, niggaz can't be serious
Still the grittiest, point blank period
Flow tight as a midget's closet
As tight as a prison block is
No sight of po-lice, when we riot
Fightin the system, fired
Be quiet, when I'm approaching
Get tired, jump out the roses
Sip Meyer's Rum out in open
I'm smokin that hydro, choking
I'm scopin, my eyes are on you
Don't reach cause I tried to warn you
No street corner Nas won't come to
To bomb you, 4 5's will harm you
Eccentric, I'm live but calm too
Cordial, but crazy cautious
Roll through with some crazy gorgeous
Hoes, bodies like lady horses
Like, my whole stampede serious
Ya'll niggaz is funny like Eddie Murphy's "Delirious"
Sped up or real slow, never neo-soul
Hip-Hop only rockin with homey, we Co-D's
Nas not no Hives, or Coldplay
If there was an old days, we pioneered it

[Chorus:]
You know we came so far
Young superstar
(money in the bank)
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
[AZ:]
It's no stoppin' him, he's in the books like Pac and em
From early, homey had hip-hop in him
The era of the unlaced kicks, he was rockin' em
Way before the sheepskin flicks, chicks been jockin' him
Right down the block from Wop and em
Niggas either dead or the feds is knockin em, he's still here
Comparisons in these years is real rare
It's embarrassing, the bars he spit, he still care
Never let a bitch in his ear, it ain't worth it
When alone, you gotta look in the mirror, what's the purpose?
From the gutter, bad motherfucker
From under that hustler's umbrella, none other
Than he who speaks would need it
Once said, then his dead homey won't repeat it, well bred
Black with the solar facts, so exact
I was told they want the old god back, I'm here
[Chorus:]
You know we came so far
Young superstar
(money in the bank)
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
[AZ:]
A-Zah Malik Allah
Repertoire like W.E.B. Du Bois, who ya'll?
Fraus like I came from afar
See bullet wounds, blood leak through the tar, baby pa
I'm the homey Obi Wan Kanobe, no Soke
Supposedly I'm potent with poetry, the almighty
Most likely in the midst of the sheisty
I know the D.A. got dreams to indict me, do the math
I came, I saw, I smashed
Seen niggas get millions, get murdered and bagged
All I ask is those that respect the code
Respect my mode, I'm a HBO episode
Filmed in the streets of New York, it's real talk
My whole life is sealed in the cork, it's rap's fault
Coupes, cribs, chauffers and yachts, gimme props
'Til I'm dead and my physical rots, I'm still hot
[Chorus:]
You know we came so far
Young superstar
(money in the bank)
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
We want more, you know we want more
[Outro:]
Look, the rain is gone, the game
Just like Ming and Sean, Dave and Kareem
We the American dream, with 215 Vacheron Constantin
The $300, 000 Dan Nice and Alain Silberstein
The Princess catalog from Vinny Carl's regime
That's the most prestigious catalog in the world, man
That's $800, 000, 000 in diamonds, man, all precious cut
The $40, 000, 000 Gulf Stream
The Enzo Ferrari, the F-1 McLaren
The Pagani Zanda made my Hiroshime
The mansion in Rome and island
Any complainin's all in the dream
I'm like Bo Bill with a twirl of king
I'm like the count of Beijing with a mix of Ming
I'm like, Lebron James holdin' down his team
I'm like, Elijah Muhammad on top of his Din
A wonder and a light you ain't never seen
Y'all in trouble niggas, it's a new regime
We on the screen, every magazine
Call me at home in Athens, Rome, nigga's officially on
Nigga I'm in that zone, we in full rotation and syndication
Malik man, you still got a crush on Ananda?
Me and AZ in the Pagani Zanda
We in Germany on the auto-don
And I'm the Don and he the Don
The girls wrapped in our arms, seen accentuous charm
Hate if you want but don't front!
It's the billion dollar boys with the billion dollar toys
With the billion dollar bitches

Once again, firm affiliation
Like we say; the show must go on
[Chorus: 2X]
Sunshine – we hustle to the moon light
Reminisce on a good time
Cop come on boget
Yo when times get trifle
I'm subjected to street survival
See many never complete they cycle
Other retreat to bibles, living holy
But currency seem to control me, moving 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
I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels
A form of teaching, from the streets never taught in school
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
Absorbing fast, learning from niggaz I lost in the past
Its poison plays in these foul days
Housing cops and they foul ways, I'm walking through a wild maze
Holding my brain trying to maintain
Sleet hell, snow, or rain, I guess the game will never change
[Chorus]
Since the genesis, paraphernalia circle my premises
Poor images, project life drained my innocence
It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed
My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church
She prayed for peace, hoping I'm saved before she lay deceased
To say the least, the one to wise to play the streets
I know the ropes, certain niggaz to slow to cope
& though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat
Amongst the frozen hearted, some bending, some departed
Inhaling chocolate, tracing back to where it started
The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce and trays
The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth & days
& though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still
All around real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville
I know the ledge, meditating, holding my head
Eyes red, it's "Doe or Die" till I'm dead
[Chorus]
I played all positions, plus learned from each mission
Politic wit all type niggaz wit different diction
I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up
Bugging off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up
But time flying, playing these corners I'll let it slide by
Smoking 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 taking pictures
Interrogating, locating, destination, estimating
Or play a part of them investigating
It's on going from them killers, to them broads hoeing
Unknowing first time felons on trial blowing
So burn your clips and sit back, learn your shit
The last of these real reps left turned legit

Chorus: i wanna chill (Chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely)
AZ's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin on
bubbly)
At times i wanna watch out the Mariot, zoning on owning co-ops,
foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,
formulating up plots ta escape from Salems lock 'cause its scorching hot,
making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, Pataki, got all
kinds of undercovers coming at me, perhaps he, won't be happy, til they
snatch me, and place me where half slacks be, sitting in Catsaki, but
never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill
that awaits for me, so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush,
vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real
CHORUS
first line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)
second line & (ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money
put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the
washingtons go to wify, ya know how we do)
No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a
recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me
seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime
faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain't
promised, I'm as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a Costa
Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat
ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing
the finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans
forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my
dreams
Chorus
so until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't
much more life ta feind after, but another chapter, a new way of life to
adap ta, 'cause these streets a gas ya,and have ya caught up in the rapture
de ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously
aware plus political, 'cause though they claim that every man created equal
whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through,
but once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris,
i gotta have it, it so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush,
vivid enough, ta make living this a must, plu this is real
Chorus 3x
ending: its so crazy im down wit AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
its so crazy jones and AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly
I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
I wanna chill on sugar hill baby
I wanna chill, I wanna chill, I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

[Intro: AZ]
Yes sir! Another year, ha, ha, ha!
Toast ya glass please, this is champagne
You know what it is..
I love when the music sound so vibrant
So refreshin', alright let's get down to business
[Verse 1: AZ]
It's a - thin line between love & hate
And due time, a stable mind separates what's fake
It's Two kind of paper takers, make no mistake
You got those that touch a little
Then there's those that rape
I've been embraced, got a face that the game can't shake
I'm known well like a Coke scale, my name hold weight
Impeccable taste, medallions in symmetrical shape
Since '88 been wildin' wit a Electrical tape
Was a Ape to that street rap presented itself
Who could beat that, so like Lennox I surrendered my belts
I was felt wit five funnies, my cars was dealt
Wit my money and subconscious, I was God himself
The weed helped, but overall I was so Hip-Hop
Certified as a cool guy to be so hott!
Verbalized like 2Pac, wit a East-Coast bop
Then the shit just changed, had to switch up lanes
Past predicted the future, though the present exist
Poetic wiser, I'm Commonsutter, it's a heavenly bliss
Schooled as a little dude, only dealt as diss
But you know 'em people is sick and they medicine mix
So 50 it's only a run, enjoy this here
Matter of fact you ain't done, enjoy this year
And uh it's only fair I make this clear
You could neva fuck wit me, so don't neva fuck wit me
If money makes the man then on Iraq land
Saddam statue will still stand on top of the sand
You a fan so overall respect my hand
Cuz I can see what's goin' on, I respect your scam
And we can toast to the life that showed us both
That trials and tribulation only bring forth growth
And when we bhost, you could bet who be felt the most
So live your life 'til the reaper approach..
[Outro: RZA & Slick Rick Scratched Samples]
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler's Back]
[RZA:] The Ruler's back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler's back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler has returned
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler's Back
[RZA:] The Ruler's back
[RZA:] The Ruler's back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler's Back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler, The Ruler, The Ruler's Back

My girl’s a star my baby no one’s touching my lady
My girl’s a star my sugar always give me that good love
My girl’s a star believe me do whatever to please me
my girls a starrrr
123 woo!
Chorus
My girls a star, I' build a rocketship,
take my rocket ship, wherever you are.
My girls a star [she a star you know] I build a rocketship [yea]
take my rocketship [ok] wherever [wherever] you are
Verse 1
wherever, wherever ‘cause look it really don’t matter
like your girl cool, but look, mine better
She count my dough then we get blown put it all like camera lets get hammered
and make this happen like the world was ending and we were the last ones
my kind of girl that likes to have fun like lights, camera, action!
My girl’s a star my baby no ones touching my lady
My girl’s a star my sugar always give me that good love
My girl’s a star believe me do whatever to please me
my girls a starrr
Verse 2
hey top down let the wind blow baby girl hands hanging out my window [window]
baby girl got sun glow like take a sip but never touch indoor [indoor]
do anything for me she’s all mine and yes I was gone be
uh huh, uh huh, hell yea, hell yea
hey, I know that she loves me loves taps, getting rough like rugby [rugby]
ain’t afraid to get touchy she kisses and she hugs me [hugs me]
ain’t ever been messy, so fresh so clean just sexy
uh huh, uh huh, hell yea, hell yea
Chorus
my girls a star, I build a rocketship take my rocketship wherever you are{2x}
Verse 3
yea yea now things didn’t slip my mind but something that whenever,
is that your better. That and your clever so,
it’s a bonus your body happens to be sicker than ever
I’m looking at you while I’m sipping my beverage
party like a rockstar ‘till are heads feel severed
whoa, whoa so I just lost my head but if I do would you love me then?
Excuse me, you, could I be your skin,
whoop you in shape could I be your gym, hmm?
I just wanna’ be the driver in your get away car when this movie ends hell yea
Chorus
My girl’s a star, my baby no one’s touching my lady
My girl’s a star, my sugar always give me that good love
My girl’s a star, believe me do whatever to please me
My girl’s a starrr

[J.D.]
SoSoDef (what?)
Huh, yeah I don't dance ... I mash
(It's like dis doe)
AZ, come on
[AZ the Visualiza]
It's a new one, time for a Range, baby blue one
The crew won, out of formilli, feel I'm due one
Focus right, one hit -- blow me overnight
Holy mics, bein guarded -- by Jehovah's light
Jewels drapin, in a Coupe slidin cruise tape in
for my troops I was sworn in like a true Mason (yeah)
Tables turned, left the youth engaged and learned
Thoughts raised concern just like blunts made to burn
I play this life, homey besides on the status
either play it right, or then vibe until the madness
Monopolize, position wise watch the rise
It's prophesized, see the two and drop fives
Chorus: Jermaine Dupri
Erybody hands up, AZ and JD
Whole club get it krunk, the drinks is on me
I keep the dancefloor lit, ladies shakin they hips
spendin all the chips makin nuttin but hits, what?
(A, Z, play my song
Rock me all night long, rock me all night long)
[AZ the Visualiza]
Salute me, rock silk and linen over Gucci's
Iced out, platinum Roley -- with the rubies
Baby uzis, Perrier make me woozy
Sweet ja'causezi, it's live my life like a movie
Connect doe, pimped off the Henny X-O
Sex slow, *fuck* on Chanel velcro (ha ha ha)
Visualize that, bought a sailboat, try and buy that
Besides that, hustle forever -- never sidetracked
Sightseein, pretty ladies in the white B.M.
Out of state plates invitin me in
Got my mind on this paper chase -- sorta strung
No longer gotta scrape the plate -- it's more to come
Respect how these streets made me -- why play me
I'm half crazy - half Marines, half Navy
So who it be? You or me, ten a key
Intensively, I know you players envy me
Chorus
[JD] C'mon
[AZ the Visualiza]
Come mingle with the illest minds, of mankind
Taught to shine, built out of crew and crime
Respect squares, straight shots burn your chest hairs
Chancin black, wish I had less shares
It's like a roller coaster, street life'll comatose ya
Cologne's kosher, a man's own is through his culture
Trapped in the arms of Satan, congregatin
Conversatin, thoughts way beyond relation
It's truth or deal, chose ones move sincere
Keep the youth aware, Supreme Court -- the proof is here
Chorus
[Jermaine Dupri]
Ha ha, now everybody in the house just
Clap your hands, uh, clap your hands
Uh, stomp your feet, uh-uh-uh, stomp your feet
Just, clap your hands, uh-huh, clap your hands

I had some problems
And no one could seem to solve them
But you found the answer
Told me to take this chance
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, hoop ties 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 NARC's, 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
I had some problems
(You know)
And no one could seem to solve them
(Not a soul, baby)
You found the answer
(It's all for y'all now)
Told me to take this chance
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 potpourri
Y'all can bet I'ma rep how it's supposed to be
I had some problems
(You know)
And no one could seem to solve them
(Not a soul, baby)
You found the answer
(It's all for y'all now)
Told me to take this chance
(I got it locked, feel me)
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 nickels 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
I had some problems
(You know)
And no one could seem to solve them
(Not a soul, baby)
You found the answer
(It's all for y'all now)
Told me to take this chance
(What y'all want from me?)
I had some problems
And no one could seem to solve them
But you found the answer
Told me to take this chance
I had some problems
And no one could seem to solve them
But you found the answer

[Verse 1: AZ]
What y'all know about real cashin' and topless Jags
Doing 80 on the Ave. goin' on the cop some hash
Stash box, no more air bags, just pop the dash
Got them things with the sling hammer to cop them bath
Slouch down in the bucket seats, real discreet
Ice grillin', like fuck it I'm too real to speak, so suck it in
Denim down with the Chuck and Timbs
Fitted cap, so y'all can get it that I'm hustlin'
I'm a Mr. Queen Mohanin', Kurt Cobain
So if you thinkin' too hard, you gon' hurt your brain
From snortin', my feelings is as cold as my chain
AZ, it's the angels that chose my name
For the return, it's the second coming, left my woman
Had to recoup from all the stress and reckless runnin'
See the beats don't stop, when the heat don't pop
All it means is that I'm low 'til I see and drop

Intro:
[F]=friend [AZ]=AZ
[F] - Yo A what's goin on?
[AZ] - Yo yo, what up baby boy?
[F] - Ohhhhh
[AZ] - Hahaha
[F] - What's the deal my nigga?
[AZ] - Look at you, uh huh, lookin like money
[F] - You know what it is
[AZ] - Yeah
[F] - You know what it is
[AZ] - Yeah
[F] - It's been 2 or 3 years, right?
[AZ] - I know, I been a minute right?
[F] - I know man, listen here
[AZ] - It's all good tho, you know I'm maintaining
[F] - You lookin good though baby boy
[AZ] - I mean whatever, lets get it poppin
[F] - Alright, well I'm with you, gimme ur number
[AZ] - No doubt, no doubt
[F] - Here go my number right here
[Verse 1]
You know the happenings, homies just yapping and
Hand shaking, laughing, and exchanging all they math again
You usually lose touch when you traveling
A few dudes bruise up in the batteling
Parked on Madison across from the Radison
We talked about the taddling some niggaz did in Maryland
Plus discussed, no homicides unraveling
I asked was he dabbling he laughed and said he managing
His Cardi frames was as clear as a camera lens
He hardly changed, I was near in comparison
We joked about how police choked him out
And he claimed as far as fame I had enough to bust in Operas mouth
In other words, I was up in clout
And from the curb I need to pull a Larry Bird fore I'm up and out
Without a sound, snatch my Guinness off the ground
Rose up, gave him a pound and told him, "Homie, hold it down"
[Chorus]
You know the game insane in the brain
Big thangs in the Range, real niggaz never change
And though we homies and we no longer hang
You know you know me and that love still remains
So thru the fame, thru the fire and the flames
I adapt to the pain, real niggaz do the same
And though we homies and we no longer hang
You know you know me and that love still remains
[Verse 2]
It was Tuesday when I saw him, figured Friday I could call him
Woke up early Wednesday morning, flew a chick in from New Orleans
She ain't that average bitch who be dogging for dick
You know them chicks that get you sick when they keep calling
Up in Nostrum's for a fresh pair of the Force 'em
Of course with footwear I be that first nigga that sport 'em
Caught 'em, before the salesmens even had time to assort 'em
Bought 'em, before any celeb stylist eva saw 'em
Warm soon as I copped 'em in the spot playing possum
Debating my destination, lacing, weighing my options
Celly started rocking, I anwsered, "What's poppin'?"
They anwsered and said, "They shot him, now the hood got a problem"
I had to swallow, reaching out for my water bottle
Tryin to figure what nigga, why and by who, then
Before you know it, the other voice told it
It was homie from the old click I just seemed to spoke with
Oh shit, this can't be serious, that's my word, pssssh
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It's Doe or Die, we survive till we slain
And it's no surprise, homie was prolly high when they came
I know the guy, he was fly, him and I was the same
A Gemini, with a status symbolized as his name
Godly trained, he could camoflague on any terrain
Cardi frames, we go back like bottles and James
It's a shame 'cause they say his baby mom is to blame
But nonchalantly I refrained 'cause it constantly changed
From close range, somebody please slowly explain
If they just wanted some jewels why didn't they go for the chain?
If they just wanted some news they coulda left him in his Hanes
But no, they just left a nigga breathless and banged

We bigger than the Jews..
bigger than the Irish..
you can run the whole fuckin country!
YOU could be the next John D. Rockerfeller
"Nobody noticed us, nobody gave a shit..
but the bigger we get,
the more we're TAKING from other people.."
[Nas]
Yo, in a mahogany, black scenery
that was lightning and rain drops
I'm tied up in the basement cocaine spot like Bangkok
I'm blindfold, Vietnam type mind control this torture
His accent sounds like the rarest culture
Askin me, my atrophy stabbin me gradually
Says his attribute, was satanic, masonic, ironic
I felt reminded of my fast life ventures
and winters, blinded til the flashlight enters
[AZ]
Yo Dunm, before the sun set
Call connect get all the tech's
I'm vexed, this nigga stall for sex
Lost respect, let's off his neck
My calibre, got me thinkin on a higher algebra
See me I'm just as foul as ya
but you ain't got no style in ya
I'm into bigger cheddar, G's and better, Armarett-ah's
Armani sweaters, plus these crabs could never dead us
Chorus: AZ (repeat 2X)
Mo money, mo murder, mo homicide
You catch that body nigga, better have that alibi
You never know it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride
to them pearly white gates, (now) watch that suicide
[AZ]
Now government official
Got you sippin Cristal in crystal
You fish you foul so you fell and took your fam witchu
I'm out to get you, guaranteed every shell'll hit you
Plus I'm on some shit too
Layin down whose-ever witchu
Mafioso, the New York City 90's era Sosa
AZ, you know my culture
Now my wolves is out to ghost ya
[Nas]
Scent of a rose on the graveyard for real now
The stakes is up a half a mil now
I tried to grab him with his shield down
Four walked in, they're crazy paid up
Sharp but straight up
Gators from Barbados, never seen nobody play those
Lay-Low's what they called him, his head baldin
Sippin cappucino, spilled on his silk suits, was scaldin
Laugh was vulgar, canvas paintings of the Isatollah
And on his arm he wore a priceless vulture
Tobacco pipe smoker, Escobar your life is over
Justify the righteous nova
Bullets flew out his right shoulder
Corpse leavin a foul odor, The Firm Volume 1 adjourned
Bring it to a closure
Chorus
[Nas]
So now you're rollin wit us,
like co-defendents, no phony business
So know the difference - from supreme solo
it's the styles ancient as Moses scriptures
It's Latin Kings, Black Kufis, and White Jesters
amongst us
Crime invades the minds of youngsters
Where it's pitch black they can't see you
Godfather 3, fallin for dead, in a cathedral
[AZ]
Now you're forced to listen
I got the mind of a grad from Princeton
Play your position, or soon you'll be lost and missin
It's far from fiction
My presence is like that of a christian
With ammunition puttin states under submission
Street addiction, got me tied in thorough with buroughs
Still in the ghetto, but in the cut where it's mellow
Incognito, on the lee-low, like Carlito
Cause we know, niggaz don't really want us to see doe
You never know it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride
to them pearly white gates, watch that suicide
Chorus 2X
[Nas]
Homicide, mo homicide
Mo suicide, mo homicide..
{*music fades*}
{*untitled 1:18 length song starts*}
Born alone, die alone.. {repeat 4X}
[AZ]
All alone in this wilderness
Who can figure life as ill as this?
My vision's blurred from guerilla's mist
Gun sprays, trey's left a portion of my crew in graves
Niggaz that would screw in ways unknown to these dudes today
Intelligence, kept us all away from state evidence
cause it's evident, this world is controlled on dead presidents
Never hesitant, I'm soulless, filled with coldness
Born to uphold this til I'm left dead from oldness

I aint goin nowhere, Ima be here til 2030 ya'll can bet that..
classic material my mojos back
im loco no sunoco the flow show dat
the hood kno do fo do lo ima solo cat
fly photos no polo i throw those back
??? my scuffed soldier boots that holds no gat
gotta crew of lil homies for that.. where the love at?
still standin i aint strung on crack
still handle it like Pun on tracks
so check me out ya'll
street of philly was born willy arms is chilly
neck froze, fresh clothes, the specs is silly
?? for really, war like the lord Achilles
Im too illy, worth more than half a billi
So please feel my im direct effect
and since a kid at fresh ? I've been fresh til death
You know what it is.. ayo Fresh come on man , it's how we do it.. let's resurrect the hood ya heard?
The coke game is a regular, the stacks uneven
Pimp game's still cellular, but rap I'm eatin'
Used to pitch packs in streets
Took it to the next level hard face watch made by Patti Philipe
Jars of dro the chalk just added to beef
Bars stay hot with raps thats grabbin the beats
Double nickle deep down in the bucket seats
Yatch match the Rolli, where my fuckin freaks?
Flow fast and gawdy with chinchilla minx
Hoes trash they ? and cant barely ?
Ma we can take it to another life level
Somethin like whole diamond round ya ice bezel
I heard a few niggas hatin on your nice fellow
But did they know your range cherry and ya ice yellow
I holla at you neccessary when it's nice hello
It's Fresh, 50 bricks nigga on my grind level
Ayo A talk to these niggas.. you know we poor but cop chilly wrists niggas.. stackin chips niggas.. and official hood figures
Been locked in since them wally moccassins and them drop top bm's
ya'll shoulda cock blocked me then
Now a dime later haters try n box me in
But like Iverson i skip hop to the rim back spin whip wop fake cock it again
It's understood I'm the hood Hitchcock with a grin
Came in the spot wit 6 bad brawds, lift Jag doors
Never too gawdy but my wrist wrapped raw
Flip packs of raw, slick black valor
Reacquainted with rap now we rip half of these tours
Pull up at the summer league games Ashton Mar's
Hopped out the whip prada shit straps and all
The crack game is back so its fresh to ball
330 hard top cherry red bar watch
I handle pop niggas CL split top
so listen up to whos runnin the game
You know its Fresh 50 bricks plus the shit on my chain
Polo mitts so sick they just stick in you're brain
And you could see Fresh livin good enjoyin my health
Now we runnin in the bars and we buyin the shelfs
M5 burn rubber we denyin the belts
Big bottles of that Don and we dyin for help
Niggas, shit back up when the Ashton dash up

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

(verse 1)
And G Mode the Genius Giants fan no jewelry
drove it all maturely close the morgues of Missouri
pop off in the drop Porsche no social security
at the walled off with a sawed-off I floss deliberately
loved lyrically neh nigga could mirror me vividly
regardless who he appeared to be pure sanity puffin
bumpin Amerie self portraits painted over the Canopy
nothin was handed me(handed to me) can it be its like Vanity
pushin them Europeans Kush on the Caribbean
ran with the Demons loafer understandable reasons
Silent lambs its Hannibal Season still breathin
Brooklyn be my garden of Eden chasin paper please pardon my speedin venison is not needed pin house the posh repeat it
been about it niggas gotta believe it so leave from the ghetto to the manicure fresh green meadows where you can spot em in the red bottom
stilettos hello
Hook(June Summers)
Nothin move but the money puffin Cigars I'll buy a pool
where its Sunny talk about Americas Next Top
both got bodies with bottoms and no tops
Bottles with gold pop
Nothin Move but the money watch my moves
to smooth to hear comin respect my moves
(Don’t)Disrespect my groove Homie I’m that Dude
(verse 2)
As long as the Universal Life and Laws is Obeyed
the Sea Breeze and the Palm trees come with the shade
Tipsy off the Dom P since under the Age So originally
it was on me I Numbered the days "Doe or Die" was in
my Heart had to Humble my ways you know either
you play your part or you run with the Strays
some'll say seek and you shall find my first peek at
A Porsche nearly lost my mind Ski resorts still in thought
never off my Grind Till the Casket get dropped
put my Ashes in a Box slash shot if it pop its
that National love Certified what I was with have the Buzz
this is drugs Flowin through the Protool set
two steppin on track I aint old school yet
stay reppin what I rep Imma Coastal threat
so just Crown a Nigga king got my Balance on the Beam
Imma Fiend for that CREAME and that faith unseen
I Embrace for me to do my thing
Hook(June Summers)
Nothin move but the money puffin Cigars I'll buy a pool
where its Sunny talk about Americas Next Top
both got bodies with bottoms and no tops
Bottles with gold pop
Nothin Move but the money watch my moves
to smooth to hear comin respect my moves
(Don’t)Disrespect my groove Homie I’m that Dude
I'm amazing another Success story in the making
from the hard knock school of education
from the higher block doin what I’m makin
if i had to take it I’m amazing my life
would be best sellin Publication
for Inspiration cause I made it the way
that i did it the life that I’m livin So Amazing
(verse 3)
I love the feelin of the fresh pair Cologne in the air
made it here to the next year Coronas and Beer
where I appear no respects there Grown ups is here
I where the hats that the Mets where I’m known for the Gear
Never Fear this is Hip-Hop Hustle or Die
on the Beach chill with flip-flops trunks and Dubai
who am I the kid with the Coke on the Street
that did A Summer-Sault dive and Backstroked on the Beat
I know beef when applied its like elephant weight
My intelligence is mass its like measuring Space
I'm in a place where only few can really reach

[Intro:]
Yes - YES~!
Quiet Money Record, you didn't know?
And I am the Alpha/Omega
No beginning, no ending
The past present and the future
Fresh on the market
I can feel this one in my bones
[Chorus:]
This is all, I want or need, you feelin me?
Like this and that, no strings attached
I don't want, relationship, I can hang out with
Doin this or that, with no strings attached
[AZ:]
This is, bachelor heaven, got beats on the back of the 7
License plate, yeah life is great, ha ha
No swine, I'm in a viceless state
Tryin to, slow grind like I'm pricin weight
So welcome, sexy halves they can't help 'em
Ain't no dream that these Ikes sell 'em, where the shorties at?
Got the condoms and the 40 packed
Got the condo and the cognac, tints on the Pontiac
Party night, Pucker and Bacardi light
Get it nice then fuck her on the Harley bike
Get it right, she chose to expose her life
No proposal, she social but cold as ice
[Chorus]
[AZ:]
Now, peep game, peep how she speaks her name
She claims, she was the key to Alicia's fame
She's vain, a Tyra Bank look-alike
Top Model, you can tell that she took advice
Perfect form when the shoe match the purse it's warm
You do doo-rags, don't flirt too long, she's fierce
Three karats up in both ears
And a push button E class buggy that control gears
No care, all in her zone
She like Cher when her hair is grown and don't cut it
She used to niggaz frontin in public, try and impress
Tryin D just to see if she'll freak out in sex
Wifey type though she like like a Nike stripe
To "Just Do It" it's the mood that she move with
Fun is fun, when it's done it's done
If you sprung you sprung but homey one is ONE~!
[Chorus]
[AZ:]
So if your, G is tight and your paper's long
Your cape is on, she's there with that Grey Poupon
It's nothin, pass that with the Louis on the knapsack
It's like a movie, hear the booty with a backslap
Let her know that love is felt
The roughness helped, but she was still above the belt
I'm comfy, just in case niggaz wan' bump me
Or her ex wanna come hunt me, it holds me down
I love when we stroll the town, hittin up spots
So fly when we side to side, sittin in drops
It's special, what next, chick you know what Lex do
Kidnap her when she just met you
[Chorus]
[Outro:]
Yes!
C'mon (bounce bounce, bounce bounce)
(Aow!) (bounce bounce, bounce bounce)

[Intro: AZ (samples)]
Yeah... "the city"
This is serious, here "number one"
New York! It's beyond the 5 boroughs "keep it real" "I get ill"
"Number one" This will rock! "the city" "I gotta get in"
[AZ]
This is that, Riker's Island, not slipping rap flows
For them box bitten bing monsters, sniffin' that blow
Block covers know the style, triple that dough
Forty cal. for them cock suckers, sittin' back slow
What y'all know about coke pies, give 'em that low
I mouth them before the bowtie resemble cash flow
Rap NY, no lie, my side is back Ghost, so hot
Crooked cops are searching your asshole, it's the drop
That freeze niggaz right where they stand for the gwap
Niggaz'll play Pac and pop with they man, it don't stop
We up top, but we locked and landing
He roadblock, he flow shots, get Ghost and scram
Gingerbread niggaz on the run from feds
Shit is sick, pretty chicks'll put a gun to ya head
Never a vic', either think quick or end up dead
Cuz when we flip, what's left to be said? New York
New York, New York, New York
[Chorus x2: samples *scratched by DJ Premier*]
"New York, New York"
"Number One"
"New York, New York"
"Keep it real" "I get ill"
"New York, New York"
"Number one"
"New York, New York"
"The city" "I gotta get in"
[Raekwon]
You know the town stupid, this is all authentic ground
You can get poked, grabbed and choked, then shot up, for product
Bank holders stay in the lab, too many dumb niggaz is scheming
You can get murked up in the cab
Shout out to niggaz that be jerking tags, rollin' in Jags
Good boy leathers, hood boys'll blast you
Niggaz that carry ones and hit grass
And love hip hop, the shit that bring money outta ziplocs
Protect your dome, I'm warning you, what harm I do to the kid
I have you on the floor with ya armor loose
Break the raw down and sign truces
Then switch the next muthafuckin' date, fuck all excuses
When you see me it's real, I'm just a natural born hustler
The castle where they wrap you in plastic, duke
So every soldier that's armed, remind your general
It's critical, you might stay a night, if you pretendable
[Chorus x2]
[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, we was raised in the dead arm district
Before guns was called biscuits, Stapleton was on that hood shit
Live from the New York borough, keeping it thorough
Bunch of snakes in the grass, stay creepin' like squirrels
Cuz a snitch gon' crack that nut, don't give a fuck
Did ten hours long and try to wrap us up
He dry snitching, post up in the whip with a fly wisdom
Hopped out to get a dutch, but he left with his wig splitten
We from New York, my city never sleeps (No)
We runnin' with a hundred heats
When beef pop off, we ain't the one to speak
Dressed in all black, driving six feet hurses
With sixteen niggaz, dropping sixteen verses
Big faces, bolgin' outta big green purses
Stuck ya man for his vegi's and his lame ass circus
So I dare niggaz act up, y'all niggaz act up
Now like cars in reverse, y'all better back up

{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
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, 'cause 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

[talking: AZ]
Yea ok... motherfuckers wanna be gangsters now huh
This how we gon do it
Everybody thuggin now right... ok
[gunshots]
[Verse 1: AZ]
This is that thunder five mossberg AR shit
Pearl handle black leather glove rubber grip
Buckshots hollow heads front cover shit
I'm on some other shit laying on the mothership
Advertised as a street wise Malaika
Feastin the Allen I's you beef and you paralyzed
Teddy P pumpin out the GT
In 93 niggas had it jumping in DC
A lot of dickriders got amongst us slipped by us
Bit a lot of shit but this is how you spit fire
Gut stroking four pound on the duck broking clutch toting
Hush or get your face bust the fuck open
From floor level to the ice pebbles in the bezel
From pedal bikes to them Teterboro flight shuttles
Style sicker big quench through the Nile River
Now verbally versatile when I deliver nigga
Snuffing, I'm hip hop all day
Used to hustle in the hood heavy, knock off trays
Had to scuffle for my blue Gazelle's? cop door shades?
How ya'll niggas gon fuck with the A?
[Chorus:]
This is that thunder five mossberg AR shit
Pearl handle black leather glove rubber grip
Crowbar gem star on some other shit
My niggas love to flip never on that sucker shit
[Verse 2:]
I rep rap for my niggas up in Cossack
For ya'll crab niggas this is how you clap back
Black beretta hot barrel like Miami weather
Homocide late 80's early 90's ever
Niggas crime together get a run get time together
Never minor league I breed a different kind of cheddar
Chilly chill now chump fix your silly grill
Shit is still a fuck around and tell me how the semi feel
I'm on some Farrakhan Conrad Elijah shit
From the bottom pit forming my conglomerate
A young dominant pro black Communist
Anonymous been rhyming since released on my recognizance
Now greater 2 felonies later the heat melody maker the streets heavily favor player
Pretty chicks clean kicks whips, creased in the jeans my self esteem's like Idi Amin
For the cream I'm like Hakeem the Dream puffing my green
Guaranteed to get a ring for the team...
I rep rap for my niggas up in Cossack
Green in comstop? knock with they last pack
Singin nap nap them kings they clap back
I'm just a feen trying to bring this rap back...
[Chorus:]
This is that thunder five mossberg AR shit
Pearl handle black leather glove rubber grip
Crowbar gem star on some other shit
My niggas love to flip never on that sucker shit
I rep rap for my niggas up in Cossack
Green in comstop? knock with they last pack
Singin nap nap them kings they clap back
I'm just a feen trying to bring this rap back...
[Chorus:]
This is that thunder five mossberg AR shit
Pearl handle black leather glove rubber grip
Crowbar gem star on some other shit
My niggas love to flip never on that sucker shit

INTRO:
Ladies and Gentlemen, My name is Rich Nice,
And on behalf of Trackmasters entertainment,
I would like you to welcome you to the kid capri soundtrack of the streets album,
We have so many entertainers I would like to welcome to the stage right now,
Allure, Case, Common sense, and the firms very own AZ
A nigga's seen it, triple beam shit, ? remix venus, made for machines that kill, blow ya speakers out, only the real i speak about, made to freak you out, fuck what ya mind teach ya about, nigga spots rollin, shoot out, gun shots blowin, all the nigga's got shorty's on the block holdin' lord, my youngest cousin sittin up north, taking a short from another nigga hittin them off

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
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
Love is love
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
{Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face so soft and wondrous cared}
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
Ferocious 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
{Black is the color of my true love's hair
Of my true love's hair}
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 and
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 ten 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
Nine cent, mind bent, 1999 rhyme alignment
{Black is the color}
We went from, arraignments to entertainment
Twenty-four seve, the same shit, playin' the strip livin' dangerous
Bottle after bottle, soon became a ritual
The patterns 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 stress 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
{When he and I will be as one}
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
{Black is the color of my true love's

It's wet ink, you dig?
Think it's a joint...
Y'all get a level and all that, right?
Who joint is that, who that singing that? I likes
That shit crazy, ahaha
Once again! Back in business
AZ is a whole game motherfucker
[Verse 1:]
In a high rise penthouse suite over the beach
Got a bad bitch, butt ass, massaging my feet
Bumping DeBarge through the iPod, I'm nodding to sleep
My homey Miz caught a charge, his bid start in a week
Valet garage, got eleven cars parked in the street
One of the few so elite, it's an honor to meet
Obama physique, groomed well, garments is sleek
Have a chick so in check you got to con her to speak
Don of the week, centerfold magazine style
Fuck Kenneth Cole, everything is Japanese now
Love dinner rolls, lemonade with iced tea mixed
Who's on beginner mode? I see through the sheisty shit
Politely flipped, handsome, slightly mixed
Random broads come up order, few might see dick
Fights we fixed, it's a handful whose life's legit
Said it before, motherfuckers, yeah life's a bitch
[Chorus:]
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
[Verse 2:]
Kickstanding Kawasaki, cooling it off
Switch hands, the sour got me, I'm cool as the frost
Shower properly, smelling like [? ]a jewler minoff[? ]
It's only right like a midnight [? ]two to a Porsche[? ]
Dual exhaust, buck-60, fleeing, burning the clutch
Ballers is never talkers, they stay stern and adjust
The jeans is crushed, double stitched, creased in the front
So go figure, ne-er nigga could teach me to stunt
Reach for the blunt, the reaper ain't release in a month
No sleeping, if you're scheming you'll get beat to the punch
Retreat to the trunk, feet up, fruit in the bowl
How many ever mink up and drop the coupe in the cold?
The view is controlled, the watchers just work and contribute
Only certified fly guys flirt with the visual
Circle the menu, main course pick of the day
Get yours, what else for a nigga to say?
[Chorus:]
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life

Yeah, close your eyes and fly with me
Spark your lye, get high with me
Raise your glass with me
Come inside and see
Come on, come on
Close your eyes, let fly with me
Light your lye, get high with me
Raise your glasses
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 anything's 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
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
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 absurd, 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?
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
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 strategize 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
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
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
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
Oh, think about the babies

Its international players shit you know what I mean
Its big boys shit, y'all little boys get the fuck
outta here, ya heard
Floss with me and stash holds more than 50
Snatchin the baddest bitch no luggage, we off to Sicily
First class flights, see me shine matchin in white
Gatored up with the faded cut flashin the ice
Fuck that, niggaz know me, keep low key
Sneezers nosy, live niggaz creep OT
From all the hustle on the streets daily numbin the brain
From drainin out of his game but we runnin the same
Loving the pain, thug niggaz thuggin in the rain
Broke niggaz stay broke stingy huggin they chain
Church niggaz just chill stay connect and thoughts
While the vest they lost warrants catch them in courts
Catchin the source, the students that lessons is taught
I been near through my younger years perfecting the sport
All praises do for all those facing the zoo, this is the crew
Soon we'll be blazin that chew
[Chorus]
If you want it (if you want it)
Just let me know (let me know)
If you want it (if you want it)
Just let me know (let me know)
If you want it (if you want it)
Just let me know (let me know)
Let me know (let me know)
I do this for y'all, I ball for y'all
Hit the streets strap up go to war for y'all
Its all for y'all, Champagne across the ball
Late night hit the strip see me floss the car
Hit for now, all smiles no tears for now
Quiet money know the styles see all years from now
Anti, still camerin shots when remise with eyes
And hands through the wise
Strong ties dance with the live
Act hold up, my whole team actin all up
Brooklyn! hear to speak niggaz packin all up
Poet at heart, dart making throwin at them charge
Hit or miss still a way splitter blow them a part
Flow with the sharks, real killers coat with the dark
Is these playin in the streets they awoke to the art
AZ on your project walls act to the halls
Respect all the laws, its locked now check all the doors
[Chorus]
What y'all niggaz want, y'all know who y'all fuckin wit
What up
From all the new, solar now roll with the crew
Young in, now a nigga just know what to do
Trustin a few, feds had me flushin pervu
You fuckin with who?
Slippin I'll be bustin at you
Money to get, y'all niggaz that run your shit
Dum on your bitch, butt fuck her cum on her tits
I'm young and convinced, captive trainin for T's
You ain't in my league just chill and keep blowin your weed
Quiet as kept, cash flow relyin on my rep
Sizing the threat, down for like knives in the vest
Sure shots for the war blocks caught in the box
Call for you ox, crab niggaz call for the cops

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
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)
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
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

(I'm Back)
Yeah, this is it right here, this defines me
(I'm Back)
Turn my mic up, let's do it, let's do it
(I'm Back)
Spirit of Marcus Garvey, Farad Muhammad
Medgar Evars and Bob Marley, I'm God-Body
(I'm Back)
The scripture says Allah's inside me, show love
I was hugged by the arms of Gandhi, gave me my strength
(I'm Back)
You could tell somebody raised me with sense
We all need somethin' to help us through our daily events
Bear with me, the toughest tear quickly
(I'm Back)
No lie pops still cry and he near fifty, freedom or death
I give a reason to sweat, there's no test
(I'm Back)
Verbally it's like I'm seen as the best, who wanna try me?
(Yeah yeah-e-yeah)
(I'm Back)
Sent to express grace
Separate the weaker is the less way, how y'all feel
(I'm Back)
Y'all cowards now with real
I return like McGrady got caught with a pill, let's get it poppin'
(I'm Back)
I move like a coppin'
I know the stress from the streets when I was diddy-boppin'
Playin' the corners face to face with the faces of mourners
(I'm Back)
It's hard to trace the informers until it's too late, Jake Russel my boy
The focus is back, I play a part in this culture of rap
(I'm Back)
Bought some whips so I relate on how these vultures attack
Flippin' and runnin', double-park, rippin' up summons
(I'm Back)
How many hittin' twin sisters and flippin' they cousins?
Call it finesse, the game give it all I possess
(I'm Back)
Nothin' changed, I'ma ball to the death yeah
Yeah, yeah-e-yeah
(Yeah, that's right show these cats how we do this here)
(I'm Back)
I'm like a, rose in the desert but how can one grow without rain?
How can one experience happiness without pain?
(I'm Back)
And how could I fall to the violence of hell and still remain sane?
And how could I still remain on top of my game?
(I'm Back)
When both the black and white devils seek the power to rebel
Seek to defy my radiance, I shift gears to another level
I'm focused, but it's like I'm playin' a cold hand of spades
(I'm Back)
I got a lot of hearts, but these fools tryin' to cut me
And I'm tired of these jokers
(I'm Back)
Vengeance is mine, I plague the whole planet with locusts
I survived the mayhem, my advantage I've been the brokest
(I'm Back)
I wasn't drugged and inhaled by all the smokers
Then I became the love absorbed by all the cultures
I can't trust women because my heart was scorned
(I'm Back)
It's hard to trust yo' comrades, when yo' heart was torn
One nine seven oh the God was born
(Yeah, yeah-e-yeah)
I'm Back
I'm Back
I'm Back
I'm Back
I'm Back
I'm Back
I'm Back
(Yeah, yeah-e-yeah)
I'm Back

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

Guy- "What's up AZ?"
AZ - "Maintainin' G"
Guy- "I'm sayin' tough titties somebody gotta suck it, I'm casin the
joint what's up?"
AZ - "I'm sayin' there mad dime bitches up in here though."
Guy- "Let me tell you though, it ain't time to subtract & add on."
Jackie- "How you doin' AZ?"
AZ - "Oooh you definitely thick no question."
Jackie- "Yeah, but it cost."
Guy- "Yo man give me change for a penny, I pay for that, I know who
you is Hoe Happy Jackie."
Whoever thought that, that sweet thing born model material
That hated hot cereal, could grow to be a high silly hoe
Really though it's a shame for this damn thing
'cause everything's brand name
when will she get enough of these damn games?
Struttin' wit her unbuttoned blouse like it ain't nuttin'
Draggin' her wagon, knowin' fellas be flaggin' & frontin'
Hopin, by keepin' her gear, wear, & hair dope &
Some really Big Willie nigga'll dig her and get open
And give her what only a tenderoni would deserve
She got some nerve thinkin' every nigga's a herb
That goes around trickin' on every chicken that he's stickin'
Male of female, whoever cats that need and ass kickin'
'cause if it's more than one fella tryin' to get wit her
To hell wit the fly, she only sliddin' wit the highest bidder
But if you aks me
She's nothin' but a nasty, money hungry, unclass, Hoe Happy Jackie
Guy- "Yo, son word to mother, let's keep it real, that bitch ain't
nuthin' but poison man, every nigga that bitch fuck wit
somethin' happen to, she see a pinky ring shine
she up in the nigga mug piece like he handlin'."
Check it, this one Jamaican wasn't fakin' wit the bacon
'cause ever since him, she was on if I'm not mistaken
But then again, this money gettin' Dominican
Caught her when she was fallin' off, & made her win again
Now nothin' can stop it, once she in a nigga pocket
She be seein' more profit, than those livest weed spots get
Makin' her income & then some
'cause even a weddin' band on her hand, won't stop a man who wanna spend
some
Diamonds, & furs is all she want, that damned Glamour girl
Lovin' it, out there clubbin' it, dancin' like one of Hammer girls
Happy Jackie the jigga hoe
Her job is to jack niggas doe, I call Jackie the jack a nigga pro
And it's true, count all the fellas she flew through
She even juiced Jack the Jew
Jackie I'm scarred of you
& I remember that '87 September
When she was slima, she was a hoe hoppin' beginna
But now from acne, nappy hair, and gear that was tacky
She's on (She's on, she's on, she's on)
Jackie- "Yo I got that sucka ass nigga."
Girl - "Ooh yes you do (I'm sayin' though what's his name?)
That's AZ from the Eastside. Girl you better work dat ass."
Jackie- "Is he trickin' boo?"
Girl - "He trickin' (Good), but he got a baby moms."
Jackie- "Yo fuck that I gotta eat his doe thang
95 I'm gettin' it all
Girl - "Yeah go ahead girl."
So all the sugar dick, dirty devil dog, slick daddies
Don't get out foxed, and slicked, and turn into a trick daddy
Trickin' ya whore, hustlin' end for some skins
'cause next you be trickin' on all you family members & friends
She got a way to make ya feel like ya gotta stay in
It's not a way she'll pay, it's bills that she gotta pay
So married or single, watch out for Jackie when you jingle
She might sting you, and ain't no tellin' what that stinga bring you
You could fall off point & get careless
Lose all awareness, go hairless, why she wouldn't care if
You go bankrupt
Her lifestyle's corrupt
So knowledge before your wisdom of understandin' is fucked
'cause if you ask me she's nothin' but a nasty
money hungry, unclassy, Hoe Happy Jackie
Jackie- "Yo what up AZ? We out?"
AZ - "I'm sayin' whatever baby. Dinner gonna lead to breakfast,
if it's on you it's all good."
Jackie- "Yo I got you all the way."
AZ - "Better stop talkin' 'bout it & be about it, word."
Jackie- "Yo my man whip outside, we can leave right now."
AZ - "You buggin' the fuck out? What's wrong wit you? Word up,
what the fuck you talkin' about? Bitch, you tryin' to get a
nigga killed or somethin'?"
Jackie- "I'm sayin'....."
AZ - "Get the fuck outta here, word up."
Jackie- "I suck ya dick."
AZ - "Yo, you stupid get the f.... You Hoe Happy Jackie ass bitch.
Yo get the f.... Ayo son, come and get her the fuck outta here,
ayo get the Mo son we walkin' out the fuckin' club wit that

What's the deal son?
Herm Fiasco
It's the world famous AZ Show
For the world (AZ Show)
[AZ]
No doubt, time to mellow out
Party at the yellow house, yell it out
Invites only, don't tell no slouch
How you feel around some made cats, really on chill
Laidback with the Alize, merely's conceal
Conversatin' like some whore pimps caught in the mix
Wasn't taught shit stressed out supportin' your bitch
Let the eyes shine, easing my mind with white wine
It's your lifeline, sqeezing my nine the right time
'K imma floss life, feds almost bagged the guard twice
Bizare nights move on the grace of a lost light
All them horney whites feeling like Christ with the army
Tight cons be writing all my life
It's based upon on how you burning incense
With intents to school the infants
The rules are different so for those that chose to listen
It's a dice game, never know, plans might change
Stay in your price range, far from the stress of night pains
[SWV]
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me fucked up (fucked up)
All night (all night)
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me fucked up (fucked up)
All night (all night)
Long (fucked up, all night)
Long (fucked up, all night)
[AZ]
So many deaf and blind got caught up or left behind
I guess bacardi lime gave me my strength to go the extra nine
Next in line, slow G-ing, low key-ing
Me and the crew win the gold B.M. O.D-ing, top speed
Blowing through the sweet night breeze where ever life leads
Anything's better besides a tight squeeze, sliced cheese
Even my pieces put your nice V's dress precisely
Hoping soon will be the wifey, it's working well
Process words up in the pro's you sell, a urban hell
Playing park benches, burning L's
It's all basics, probation, open cases
We ill natured, being trained young from hatred
Trapped in the arms of satan, congregatin'
Conversatin', trying to map ways of escaping
It's truth or dare, only the chosen move sincere
Keep the youth aware, pass on jewels and souvenirs
[SWV]
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me fucked up (fucked up)
All night (all night)
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me fucked up (fucked up)
All night (all night)
Long (fucked up, all night)
Long (fucked up, all night)
AZ, knock me off my dog gone shoes
[AZ]
For the world, no more case pending
It's all a brand new begining
AZ I'm back winning, dressed in black linen
Attract women, low fade ways later spending this
State paid four different ways
Put my bid in, no sleep, be playing with time
My mind goes deep these cold streets rock a diamond chip, goutee
Trying to stay sane, amoungst the madness and maintain
Though the game changed, the message evolved or made plain
Poor advice given, we'll strive for nice livin'
Inside some pay the price or we'll spend nights in prison
Plea bargain, hopin' my peoples speak the problem
We each disolving trying to make moves to keep from starving
[SWV]
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me fucked up (fucked up)
All night (all night)
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me fucked up (fucked up)
All night (all night)
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me fucked up (fucked up)
All night (all night)
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me fucked up (fucked up)
All night (all night)
Yeah, Herm Fiasco (fucked up, all night)
AZ (fucked up, all night)
Hey AZ (fucked up, all night)
Hey AZ (fucked up, all night
Long (fucked up, all night)
Long (fucked up, all night)
Hey AZ won't you play that song
Keep me fucked up (fucked up)

When the song come on hands in the air , (4x)
We surfaced consumer's pre-purchase
Guess who's back on the charts and he's nervous
Elite service, amongst men that beat murders
Fish-fillet lover, brother, don't eat burgers
Rap slowest, those that hold the gats know this
Biblical facts I'm about to re-enact Moses
Uh huh
Misery's back, I'm calligraphy on niggery tracks
Epidemy, it's seems like most consider me that, literally
It's like wizardry with me and the raps
And getting rid of me, somebody's insecurity lacks
Lucid, never biting or track boosting, it's too confusing
I supply what the fiends shooting
Front's is needed, I was once young and anemic
'Till I found a few players to team with
When the song come on hands in the air (4x)
I'm like the spring in a .45 colt pistol
Know the initials I gleam like a coke crystal
With most fickle, too serious to joke with you
Weak lungs was too laid-back to blow whistles
Far away and two cellphones with calls waiting
Parlaying two red-bones and I'm more patient
Spreeing on the form's fragrance
Leaving stores on every floor evermore vacant
We all chasing the thoughts of assort places
Bringing serenity back from all the court cases
And lost races, chose to expose little
Rap rugal, cockback smack your screw's loose
Axe Noodles rose amongst who ever
A Jewel tellers smooth fellas
Elders schooled me to do better
When the song come on hands in the air (4x)
O's kept, dice out, no bets
Lights out, I'm a Vet, y'all no threat
Piped out, something stretch, it's cold sex
Nice house, run around, in old sweats
Can't see me, don't try it, can't be me
Won't tire, y'all cowards can't leave me
Locked in, flow-wise I'm top ten
Hop in, low-ride, I'm not him
Hold heavy, it's hot, hope glow's ready
So deadly, this is not Hov' and Kelly
We hog tie 'em, nothing's plated, dark iron
The god's rhyming, thru the conduit the car's flying
Coke wit it, the doe did it, hoes get it
Unstable, still able to blow digits.

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 'cause 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

[Intro: Bounty Killer (AZ)]
Cross!!! Angry!!! (Yeah!)
Aiyyo you know it's Bounty Killer and AZ (Stand in attention)
No if's no buts no maybes (Single file)
Aiyyo yallo! Motherfuckin niggaz clear out (Carry your flags)
Warlord in the buildin (It's the art of war)
Aiyyo yallo! I got this fuckin forty five willin
(Fire they lost power) I caught dem stealin
(Bounty Killer) yo!!! (AZ) Lawd a mercy (Soldiers at war) huh!
[Verse 1: AZ]
If you Crip get your Crip on sip get your piff on
Never slip I'm in the mix with the fifth long
Never riff see me fixin on my lip balm
Chip charm chillin with them Gucci kicks on
But like the Kiss song niggaz get shit wrong
To a bliss fully flipped and they gettin pissed on
Life ain't a sitcom gotta keep your wisk on
Shit niggaz bitch other snitch like Nick Bonds
Pick chrones pick 'em up switch pawns
Pick 'em up get 'em tuck get gone see it's on
Some got warned got laid got torned
Got shot got saved got mourned
[Chorus: Bounty Killer]
War dem want with us, why they come start it up
We know they won't give up, when they gone bite the dust
They are envious, so our guns we buss
In the lord we trust, war they wantin
[Verse 2: Bounty Killer]
Yo! Who now piggy gone a yuh a mystery
Di last dem see yuh waan a receive a history
Brush mi wid knife and promise yuh a go fist we
Badman nah trace and crb like Mitzi
Bullet mi a go give dem bout sixty
Fried and dem crew dem haffi leave inna jiffy
Gunshot a mek di fassy speak inna gypsy
From Brooklyn to Poughkeepsie, cross
[Chorus: Bounty Killer]
War dem want with us, why they come start it up
We know they won't give up, when they gone bite the dust
They are envious, so our guns we buss
In the lord we trust, war they wantin
[Verse 3: AZ]
I'm cool with them Pirus cool with them die moves
Any death this way niggaz a die too
Cry who y'all won't do me like Ja Rule
Jewels all sky blue smooth since High School
Fuck with a why do with me it's why who
You sneeze you liable to leave we hostle
You apostle, son of pop duke
Cop cruise to move to top roof
Got loose and left them high stoops
The rest is my new respect to my troops
Give me boose some juice some grey Goose
And word to Jesus it's back to Beirut
[Chorus: Bounty Killer]
War dem want with us, why they come start it up
We know they won't give up, when they gone bite the dust
They are envious, so our guns we buss

I was destined to come, yeah
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
(Quiet money for life)
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
(The society game returns)
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs
Urban wars, I was destined to come
(Dream Team, baby)
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
(Fall back y'all)
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
(I don't give a fuck)
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs
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 thief, 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
Subtract, divide, add up, tally the math
Stand direct, for dolo demand respect
Hand solo, sit back and watch the plans connect
You heard
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
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
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 raised my folks
Tights from jail, few nigas might see bail
It's kinda foul when you watch nigga's wifies tell
Flip-on who? I still wore wrist on blue
Y'all know my style, MIA but I miss y'all too
Tryin' to remain breathin', hot blocks never change seasons
Bodies get caught for the strangest reasons
Breathe the smoke and time for me is needed to Coke
Won't stop till I stack it all and flee the coast
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
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
So now I toast, to all my close niggas that's ghost
Y'all know the sos, only soft niggas worry the most
Come and get me, niggas, I'm nasty like Ken Griffy
Nigga 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 attire
Sat and watch nigga, used to get again, 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 your neck
I play different, I put a work stay consistent
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
I was destined to come
(You heard?)
What you expect? I don't give a fuck now
(Y'all niggas want? It's on)
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
(It's time to y'all 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
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs

[AZ:]
It's the most marvelous
Haha, so consistent, so Denevere
This here is classical
I'm a genius!
Allow me...
[Verse 1:]
Scrilla rap spitter, silverback gorilla, mass killer
Heavy hoodie cow, hide, half chinchilla
Watch for scrilla's cuz they hastle the dealers, for reala
Y'all little niggaz, me I lex and grilla, I'm chilla
Pillows of purple had to seal up my circle
It's serious, when your seralbello senses alert you
Pollack church shoes parolee homie's home on curfew
Who's commercial, I verbalize universal
Uniqueness, I'm nonchalant nigga no secrets
What ambiance never show weakness, control leakege
Live niggaz know I speak it
Verbalize outta eye, cuz we cohesive
Flow's freakish
Dough is just honor the pieces to the puzzle
Like the streets always been to the struggle
[Chorus:]
I am the truth, truth
On a whole nother level
From the stone to the bezel
To the chrome on the metal
I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
I am the truth, truth
Every coast gotta know
I'm the most with the flow
No joke I'm a pro
I'm like the pope on the low
[Verse 2:]
Soul music so intense so live
It's, no excuses y'all been so deprived
This is so exclusive and I'm so obliged
Certified superhero with no disguise
Force the vibe for the niggaz got tossed aside
and the misfortuned that lost they lives
I survive, I weave from side to side
No when to slide, stay hush, use my eyes to guide
I'm straight up
Too tough try hide my pride
Grew up amongst sky high homocide
Who am I besides homie that exposed to phoneys
The one and only still intact without the matrimony
Still on track I cock back and, black like Toby
Y'all bastards know me, no wolfpack attack for doly
[Chorus:]
I am the truth, truth
On a whole nother level
From the stone to the bezel
To the chrome on the metal
I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
I am the truth, truth
Every coast gotta know
I'm the most with the flow
No joke I'm a pro
I'm like the pope on the low
[Hook:]
Certified murder ties
Been in beef, burglarise
Been a beast, purchased pies
Hell heat, perfect size
Felt defeat, felt the rise
Seldom sleep, dealt with lies
Been Tel-Aviv through certain rides
Smelt police, I works with high
[Verse 3:]
Hood legend, household name
Presence is felt, real niggaz vouch for my pain
Ahead of myself, what else is there about this game
The letters is spelt, so know when he drouch the same
Measure my wealth with realness, I know what's good
No mills missed, keep one foot in the hood
I still spit like a lot of niggaz wish they would
Can sell shit till I'm stiffed and shipped in wood
Misunderstood, mama's only son she's stressed to get it done
She knows I'm the last one left
[Chorus:]
I am the truth, truth
On a whole nother level
From the stone to the bezel
To the chrome on the metal
I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
I am the truth, truth
Every coast gotta know
I'm the most with the flow
No joke I'm a pro

I'm a hustler, not by choice
I didn't fall from Heaven, I rose from hell
Big boy, get bagged, he gon' hold my bail
It's like Attica '67 when they, closed the jail
Be careful but promote yo'selves that's what they told me
Involved but unconcerned fuck beef
When it dissolve it does not return
I don't leave, stagnate nor move off-beat
So discrete very rarely, do I move on feet?
I rough-ride twin rugers on the sides of my seats
Drive-by's, bodies left on both sides of the streets
I blacks out, never blind by the size of the image
No disguise, homocide don't rely forensic
Homes's finished, scramblin' caught in the scrimmage
12 shells ricochetin' and it pours from the hemorrhage
Get the casket embalm and forget the bastard for movin' backwards
New York's number one draft pick
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
All this nigga know is, get money burn a lot of smokes
Lazy niggas was sleepin', I was wide awoke
Not a joke, creep on snitches, niggas gotta choke
When it's time to sleep with the fishes, I supply the boat
And I swear it hurts, I supply the coke
'Cuz don't nothin' scare me worse than dyin' broke
Iron pokin' on my ribs while I'm layin' in a Taurus
I live this shit y'all just performers, it's a dirty game
I seen thugs turn informers
Crooked cops run in the crib, no warrants
Money talk though, never stuck in a grudge
Got a female lawyer and she fuckin' the judge
I was once told that you reap what you sow
And a, the scent of weed always seep in your clothes
And a, it's quiet money so we speakin' in codes
Like, why should I trust ya? Nigga, I'm a hustler
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
Unh, yo, Jesus Christ yo, he just nice
Like a Ginszu blade nigga, he just slice
And get y'all out the game, dog, it's not long
Anybody can spit, fagot but can you make a hot song?
You're not wrong, like Biggie said, "You're dead wrong"
Need to get your flow tight, gotta get your head strong
Watch us, the way we floss up in coat lockers
Walk right past security, flippin' poppers
Like what, who the fuck gon' stop us?
Y'all wait until' the summer, when this fuckin' album drop us
I know y'all hate it because y'all flows outdated
You finished as an artist and I finally made it
But I paid my dues, in this game patiently waited
Niggas ain't gimme shit, I had to take it
It's A dot, all year 'round I stay hot
Nigga I play not, ride through you're block in that gray drop
They call me headhunter, the head is all I aim for
The top spot nigga, what you think I came for?
These words touch you, cut you open like a chainsaw
And now you're your man is like, what y'all said his name for?
Fuckin' hustler, motherfuckin' animal
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler, not by choice
I'm a hustler

[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

[AZ] [Hook]
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]
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]
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][2X]
[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]
How many niggas wanna stick tonight? [(AZ)] Tonight
How many niggas wanna lick tonight? [(AZ)] Tonight
How many niggas wanna stick and lick?

[Verse 1]
Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo
Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow
Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy
The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me
Homicide can't scare me
I o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga
The type that can build with ya
Verbalize bring life to a still picture, its God given
Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty
Truly my only duty is to dodge prison
Play wit me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me
Regardless the circumstances I'ma stay filthy
Doe forever, the live stay low forever
And fuck niggaz, cause it's hard to keep them close together
No dependant, no wife, no co-defendant
No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance
[Chorus]
Aiyo, holler if you with me niggaz
Swallow if you with me trick
Feel me when I talk about this (Gangsta Shit)
I got niggaz in jail for life behind this (Gangsta Shit)
We stand ride and get down for this (Gangsta Shit)
Play with me if you want to nigga
Trick where's my money at
You die fucking with me in this (Gangsta Shit)
I wouldn't have it any way beside this (Gangsta Shit)
And when I grow I want to go out on some (Gangsta Shit)
[Verse 2]
Listen, I'm not mixed with any studios tricks
And no special effects, that you see in flicks
It's all rugged, you gotta love it
College dorm tape back niggaz gotta dub it
Was taught smart, I never had thoughts in my heart
I'm stand up
My photograph it's like a porch of art, please respect
Your ignorance could lead to your death, so don't do it
I firmly believe in finesse its no other
Come fuck with the clothe lover
Coupe pushing dro puffing paper taking hoe toucher toast with me
It's like the ghost of Frank Nitty wrote with me
For self rock smoke a whole 50, I'm way different
Only bitch niggaz stay riffing
Show boating til they lay stiffing
Do the knowledge, smooth niggaz move lovers
Holla back it's on you daddy, you decide it
Throw the dice
[Chorus]
I'm adored by the most live
Hustler or rap nigga toured on both sides
It's all the same, spot game do a close die
Won't close shop until mother-fuckers know tie
Recognize prepare for the second rise
I'm certified, currency is what I'm specialize
So pay homage, relate like the Masonic
Knowing no man ever really escaped bondage
We all trapped, don I started all of that
Jewels and bottles, y'all bums y'all need to fall back
Ya'll all birds, speaking using wrong words
Fuck a woofer, this winter I'm rocking long furs
Loosing your face, I move with unusual grace the games locked
Retime on proof my taste, y'all can't see me
Crab niggaz can't be me
Broke bitches regardless y'all can't G me
It ain't easy

Yeah, New York undercover baby
Whole lot of things done changed
Yeah, it's a lot of people puttin' black eyes in the game
You know what I mean? Alright, let's do this
Check it
I had a block locked but took a fall now I'm off my feet
I gotta eat, so it's back to these fuckin' streets
And I will grow 'cause I'm an old timer
I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin' mama
I gotta look like Tevin Campbell, but still I gamble
Hustle and scramble 'cause money is muscles in this damn zoo
And in order to make it, you gotta take it
Be the boom blast boom spin, break but don't fake it
That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas bloods I spill
Took what they built, flippin' their drug game on tilt
'Cause in New York, dealin' drugs is a sport
You either sell it, smoke it shoot up or snort, either way you're caught
And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it, skies is the limit
So no mo' bein' some motherfucker's lieutenant
Shit, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly
Yeah, it's either doe or die
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
And other hoods I hang with, mix slang in they language
Love, kickin' that gang shit, sellin' on the same strip
Hustlin' hard, no matter how much we hated
So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related
Shit, puff bananas, not even the cops can stand us
'Cause of the way we vanish, every time they come to can us
25 we get the money live, fuck all that funny jive
The streets is our only source to survive
And before any teeny boppers think about tryin' to stop us
I rather put your head, through the propellers of a helicopter
'Cause all my peeps be playin' for keeps
Straight out the litter, so bitter, these bandits don't even need sweets
Bringin' the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers
Move at night like truckers when suckers see us, they duck us
Shit, only the real can relate to the things a hungry man'll try
It's either doe or die
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
And ever since I was a tar face baby watchin' Scarface
I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car chase
A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian
Plus props for crooked cops, payin' him tops not to run me in
Keepin' my toaster in a shoulder holster
Havin' hoes playin' me closer, sexin' on a silk sofa
Livin' the life of the rich and trife
Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife
Without stress from some bitchin' wife
What a life, that's why I be on what I be on
Always ready a war for, score a shoulder put me on
And until then, I won't sealin' what I'm feelin'
It was inside that I cried, but now it's spillin'
I'm goin all out until I fallout
So much of a menace, when I finish
Milkin' New York, I'll have to call out
On the run, 'cause I know feds will try and knock me
And railroad my soul to a hell hole if they got me
But not me, I'm goin' out fightin' until I fry
From hot lead no lie
Like I said, "It's either doe or die"
Doe or die, doe or die, doe or die
It's either doe or die
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
Visualizin' the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest
The personal status, the pimps or salary
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
If not why not
Either you're in it, or you're in the way baby pa
New yields, no quills
I want it all
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
The weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from goin' under
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes

[Verse 1:]
In all black with the hard bottoms
Cop the daily news, skimming through the car columns
Making my way to the Pentecostal Church of Ebenezer with the grievers
They just killed Beaver for his sneakers
It's a fever on the ave, undercovers playing cabs
Raiding niggas labs, Lou Lav just got stabbed in his abs
It's sad, recession hitting niggas real hard
It forced a few jailbirds to go get jobs
Some'll starve, everything's a go in the hood
Sixteen little niggas sniffing blow in the hood
Set claiming, bandanas boosting their aiming
Shells ricocheting, shit ain't no use in complaining
Mama praying, the cancer done ate her calves
So the doc had to decapitate the leg in half
Do the math, it's over if I can't coach soon
Could have easily been the victim of a hot dope spoon, word to June
[Chorus:]
Get money, motherfucker get right
Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it
Set trip nigga, get life
Get money, motherfucker get right
Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it
Set trip nigga, get life
[Verse 2:]
So my options don't vary, I'm holding like Dirty Harry
In a truck like I'm supposed to marry, so savvy
Sadly, I'm like a sick psychiatric
Finger on the ratchet, the feeling's so immaculate
No attachments, it's ice in my veins
To put it point blank, I ain't right in the brain
Politeness remains though I strike with the fangs
So strange, at night you can see them when they hang
What a shame, murder on the quietest block
The specialist, like somebody hired a cop
It's syphilis, I'm just trying to do what it do
Metaphoric for the pulpit, the eulogy's true
The toolery's glue, in and out the sooner we through
I been about cars, money, clout and jewelry too
Louis the who? 13th, with nothing to chase
So why ask? Here's the facts, I'm a basket case
[Chorus:]
Get money, motherfucker get right
Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it
Set trip nigga, get life
Get money, motherfucker get right
Get a blunt, get a bottle, get nice
Get a grip cause as soon as you slip, that's it

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

[AZ]
Gon' let it ride out
This what the world been missin right here
Best kept secret
[Chorus: AZ]
We all evolved from the city of Gods, we all evolved from the city of Gods
We all evolved from the city of Gods, staf Allah, just give me the nod
Get dough, get low, live life, get nice, rock ice, buy cars, buy bikes
Take trips, live rich, eat good, get dipped, stay hood, stack chips, that's it
[AZ]
Sex cars clothes money and murder, from soldier to server
Hood hoppin, hopin the merger rockin
My own pops got me open on bonus, no option
Had a heart problem, copin with murmurs the doctrine
No Cochran, winnin since niggaz was woppin
Way when Rakim was knockin
Streets was what it was when, thugs was thugs and
Gun wars galore goin slug for slug and
Jewels drugs and all, niggaz love is love
With the crew wall to wall, I'll be bugged above
So beef war, this way too deep to sleep
Niggaz keep up, cause certified killers creep
Stole this lady I, drove her crazy
You ask me why cause her man tried to play me
So V low quickly and, you better hit me while
I'm lettin this pretty chick get with me
Steppin with double-oh-seven better make it snappy
No time to do your hair baby, brothers is bustin at me
Blunts and bottles passed, but none on target
They want the God hit, but watch how lah get
Low as Saddam and his pawns so unharmed I'm unarmed
Though I'm calm I could yawn sing a song
I'm the don king of dons King Kong could bring it on
Word is bond
[Chorus: second half, x2]
[AZ]
Of course to the kid that cut dope and, never got nauseous
Cooked coke on the comeback, never took losses
With one rap got rich off a "Life's a Bitch" chorus
That Jigga shit, nine-six, sittin with bosses
"Dead Presidents" see, represents we are
all as one, the call has come to Gods
"Street's Disciple" discrete, but it be's just like you
Never off beat, stay in heat {?}
Spiteful, no religion, no facelifts no small incisions
No cases pendin though I got dawgs in prison
Reckless livin though, rest is like the Mets in them extra innings
Hope niggaz respect my dealings if not
Hope not then I, catch no feelings
When you start hearin niggaz left, stressed in buildings
Cold killings old villains now surface seein
In yo' vicinities enemies circlin to sin
Praise I, unfold the untold like +De La+
No +Soul+ since 12 summers old stayed high
Weed conniseur, then rocked designer du'jours
Arman-ah, my persona was raw
No flaws it's federal fucker the cells is tapped
No calls from a double due been to hell and back
So know yours cause I could never just, sell you raps
This is my life laid on wax
[Chorus: second half, x2]
[Chorus: first half]
[AZ]
We all evolved from the city of Gods, we all evolved from the city of Gods
We all evolved from the city of Gods, give me the nod and I'ma catch me a charge

What's the use of me of me foolin myself?
No matter what I keep tellin myself...
What's the use of me of me foolin myself?
No matter what I keep tellin myself...
What's the use of me of me foolin myself?
No matter what I keep tellin myself...
What's the use of me of me foolin myself?
No matter what I keep tellin myself...
(I don't believe this... I'm makin all these moves.. for
WHATT???)
[Verse 1]
I do me for a G Note, niece, she's yellin Nemo
Mama bear, she there, losin hair cause of the chemo
Every door buzz, little cause see at the peek hole
Swearin he holdin heavy, hidin out from the RICO
Coke sold by Chico out the corner bodega
Him n Bobbito... la familia now finito!
It's deep tho, its like my soul was stole by the repo
Resowed in Carlito, and retold on Tivo
Ice cold wit a ego, dice rolled and somebody's Deebo'd
Trios expose dikes on the D' Low
It's love wit my amigos, other niggaz they freeload
Yeah he hold, but my homeys only unload torpedoes
So please yo, I'm from the killa cap of the kilos
Where niccaz clap, and fat bytches get yapped for
their cheetos, its re-al
But still blocks is hot like veal
So cock block, or cop shot, nothin stops the P.O.
[hook]
What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa
lalalalalalalaaaaa)
No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Wont Stooooopp
Cant Stooooooop)
What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa
lalalalalalalaaaaa)
No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Cant Stooooopp
Wont Stooooooop)
What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa
lalalalalalalaaaaa)
No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Wont Stooooopp
Cant Stooooooop)
What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa
lalalalalalalaaaaa)
No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Cant Stooooopp
Wont Stooooooop)
[Verse 2]
Wifee want an abortion, her parents divorcin
Granted, I understand it, but my mans in a coffin
Who planned it? I guess they panicked, cause they left him in Boston
He died.... for a pie, identified by his porcelains
It's caution, Unc just got a chunk of some fortune
Bossin, I guess the paper supportin extortin
Tossin it to them dealers, takin it like Lakers did Portland
Cases is costin, so faces wont make it for talkin
It's basics, they mistake once they replace it for flossin
It soften, never high when dividin my portion
Why forever fly till I die, dry from exhaustion
Move accordin, like they keys on a organ
No sneezin or coffin, I weeze when I'm walkin, indeed
We under siege from those D's cause they stalkin
Cars is auctioned, homes is seized
OG's extortin the seeds, now its the new breed absorbin
[hook]
[Verse 3]
The names is changed, the games the same
It's playin fair, but years of Nightmares, like Dana Dane
It ain't clear, but I'm right here still and sayin the same
Refusin to shed a tear, tho the pain done came
Provin I played the game, from cocain to fame
From rope chains, gazelli frames, I remain to blame
It's deep, but never speak certain names in vein
I know beef, and when it peak, it can strain the brain
No police, its just creep creep, bang for bang
No grief, brothers deceased, others arraigned and hang
None of us just eatin, maintain the strains
The streets is just the streets, when it rain it rain

{intro}
(Nas)
Untouchable, Ill Will y'all
(AZ)
Life
(JOE)
Your dealin' with veterans now
(Nas)
AZ y'all, c'mon c'mon c'mon
(AZ)
We tryin' to win y'all
(JOE)
Now Nas, AZ and J-O-E
[AZ]
I'm back, no Belve, just bottles of Don
With the same wordplay that supplied the Qu'ran
Any stagnation, I rise beyond
Get it right, understand my ties are strong
From the streets where it all started, back in school
To the dough stackin' nigga started actin' fool
Used to be the loud type love to flash the jewels
Hit something nice then broadcast the news
Bags of weed, used to slow drag the weed
Did it all in the hood, had to leave
Asthmatic, guess I had to breathe
Short nigga what up, short to grab the 'vees
Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated
Returnin' like you remembered, but more swifter
Stronger than your malt liquor
Money, hoes and clothes, don't let them whores get cha
They not fair
(Joe: [chorus] 2X)
That's how we bump, that's how we bang
Shorty now we all up on them thangs
Play your part, play the game
And everything is everything
[Nas]
My words are my life and my life come with laws
You my brother keeper mean I'd give my life for yours
It's death before dishonor, the rules we would practice
Never play with love, love is evil spelled backwards
'Member the real shit, friend I would build with
Before the Benzs, three quarter trenches it was all friendship
This shit's odd to me, let no one abuse it
Everything's everything niggaz I love music
When Donny Hathaway sing I close my eyes slowly
Body get weak, as if I could feel my soul heat
These dudes get jealous, rappers got a lot of change
Can't solidify their own position 'til I'm out of the game
But fuck'em, cause yo "A" this was needed
Cause when we stopped our flow the fake one's succeeded
And "D" this the game bab' bro, nuttin' change, they know
Play Illmatic then listen to them, same flow
(Joe: [chorus] 2X)
(Joe: [bridge])
Bag up your work, hit the block and pitch
Don't stop 'til you rich, bust shots never snitch
Stick to the script, tuck in your chain
And everything is everything
[AZ]
Truth is real, believe I take loot for real
It's the desperation in the dap, boost the wheel
Trucks and 20's, relax when them cups is in me
You can catch me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's
Jeckyl and Hyde, the real never wrestle with pride
If you live, that's the only way I let you inside
Love it or not, thrive off the love of the block
See me solo in a photo, hands huggin' my cock
Frank furvase, a white cotton tank with shades
Taper fade, got a face that just ain't for braids
Been 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
With the O in the front, I know what you want
Believe… I'm sucka-free this one
(Joe)
That's how we ball, that's how we bang
Everybody do your thang
[Chorus] 2X

Aiyyo God, yo meet me at the Denice Williams concert tonight, man
Everybody there, Stacy Lattisaw, Teena Marie, everybody, man
Yeah, yeah, no doubt, I'ma bring one of my baddest stallions out, man
You do the same aight?
You know how we play baby, listen
I'm at a car wash right now
But I'ma hit you as soon as I'm right over there
Right in front, right? Okay, aight gotchu
Son, who laced you with the ill haircut?
Lenny, he blessed me with the sharp blade, that nigga's paid
He make a pretty penny
Fo'sho, you hurt 'em with the new Prada's, true
Check mines they royal blue, my shit's is baby blue
They powder blue, yo' shit's is hotter
You hotter with them frames on
Nigga, you James Bond and you stay low
You know my style babe bro, yeah, make dough
Manicure, facial, face glow, fuck it if you say so
I keep you P.I., that's how we break hoes
We throwin' ivory dice across the concrete
And of course that don't make him your man because y'all palm weed
We had boxed bumpin' La-Di-Da-Di, word?
Shotties was blastin', pellets jumpin' into everybody
They never got me, was cool with all the park shooters
Sparkin' bazookas, sharpen your tutors
'Cause we don't pardon the snoozers
Yo son, I wouldn't change my life for nuttin
And that ain't like you for frontin', who's the nicest?
Nuff talkin' like somethin'
Yo, we hard hit, just like Comacho and Vargas
Who's the target? Now watch how we close the market
We both hard hit just like Haggler and Hearns
Add the math, be concerned, if it's beef you burn
Yo it's sorta like Poitier and Bill Cosby
'Let's Do It Again', a beautiful blend, let's do it to win
What's today's mathematics?
We had it, we let 'em hold it, we shoulda sold it
We back it, we could grabbed it
But fuck it, just let 'em have it, Humduallah
Allah U Akbar, God is the greatest
Planet Mars, we carvin' the faces
You couldn't catch us in a car without the bangers
Believe, I touched a couple of movie stars and entertainers
Indeed, one in particular, almost started to name her
I was there when you first pushed up and started to game her
Been a long journey, certain shit just don't concern me
They ain't hurtin' shit, we flip, they hire attorneys
Yo, I'ma stay custom 'til I'm old, gray and rustin'
Reminiscin' the number of chickens that claim we fucked 'em
Bet some badda hoes than them other funky rappers chose
I'm tryin' to wife a chick, light a spliff
This might be like another part to 'Life's a Bitch'
Write ya lips, who's nice as this? We righteousness
No mic assists, it's murderous, granted the right to flip
Yo, we hard hit, just like Comacho and Vargas
Who's the target? Now watch how we close the market
We both hard hit just like Haggler and Hearns
Add the math, be concerned, if it's beef you burn
Yo it's sorta like Poitier and Bill Cosby
'Let's Do It Again,' a beautiful blend, let's do it to win
Yo, we hard hit, just like Comacho and Vargas
Who's the target? Now watch how we close the market
We both hard hit just like Haggler and Hearns
Add the math, be concerned, if it's beef you burn
Yo it's sorta like Poitier and Bill Cosby
'Let's Do It Again,' a beautiful blend, let's do it to win
Like Spinks and Hearns
Sorta Poitier and Bill Cosby

[AZ:]
AZ, revelations is here
In the end, nobody wins
In this game of life
[Verse 1:]
From a street level, you eat with the devil here
Dance with the wolves, keep that heat on your metal here
Nobody cares, cuz everybody rebels here
It's so real, you ain't even gotta double dare
You can hear, all them cries from the ghetto here
Lies is what they sell you here
Why would you settle here?
Ha, I'm trying to hide from them haters here
Get high, stay fly in the latest gear
But some how, homocide is like the Matrix here
Why we gotta take it there, just for us to make it fair
Yeah, and I'm losing all my patience here
I try to wonder why them tauruses vacation here
It's them dollars that, all of us is chasing here
German Jamaican beer, few of us is taking here
Yeah, ain't no winners we just dissapear
It ain't just sinners niggaz snitching here, listen here
[Chorus: x2]
Aint no winners in this game of life
Some'll claim that they came here twice "My God"
My advise, never change you stripes
Cuz ain't no winners in this game of life
[Verse 2:]
Yeah, it's only here where you lose all your morals here
You get used, all the girls giving orals here
Most dudes, for some reason feel immortal here
The cause is where they call you here
The government extort you here
Yeah, your own loved ones'll cross you here
And of course, being a boss it'll cost you here
I swear, crack fiends is trying to short you here
I need some kind of coffee here
I'm mad momma brought me there
Yeah, this Hennessey got me sausy here
Don't wanna kill but still they trying to force me there
Can't chill, my chicks trying to talk me there
But that ain't how they taught me here
I can never walk in fair
NO, cell phones is walky-talkies here
Yeah, it's like my nightmares stalk me here
I'm a beast till them motherfuckers chalk me here
Leave me in a flossy pair
You know it's not my choice we here
[Chorus: x2]
Aint no winners in this game of life
Some'll claim that they came here twice "My God"
My advise, never change you stripes
Cuz ain't no winners in this game of life
[Verse 3:]
Yeah, I feel lost in this motherfucking jungle here
If you ain't live I advise you not to come through here
No lie, most these guys ain't to humble here
The livest crews tumble here
We drive through them tunnels here
Yeah, trying to survive through the summer here
It's shaky grounds everybody got a number here
We make sounds but we communicate under here
Niggaz facing hundred years
Some mothers is unwanted here
Yeah, even taskforce don't want it here
Shit, was all the crash course coming here
It's so dark, it's even shady when the sun in here
All of us is done in here
Ain't nowhere to run in here
[Chorus: till fade]
Aint no winners in this game of life
Some'll claim that they came here twice "My God"
My advise, never change you stripes

Big boy shit, you dig
[Verse 1:]
Up in the wolves, where the deers run free
Kevlar fire, streets get low key
Ferragamo attire, [? ]preach and pope free[? ]
Sprinkle in the air, not a wrinkle in my gear
Got my girl wide open, see the twinkle in her stare
Valley stream water, got that valley clean aura
Puffing Cali green, when I steam I'm a cough-a
Coping with the game, got me loc'ing at the rain
Letting off rifles, vocaling my name
Posting in the grain, hear the calling of the wild
See the birds in the air, hear the bears on the prowl
Chilling like a villain, got them mirrors on my ceiling
Pillow top on the bed, taking shots to the head
Flat screen vision, it's that happy king's living
Far from the stars and the bars and the prisons
Being where I'm from, I was told when I was young
Do it big at least once before it's all said and done
[Chorus:]
Work hard just to chill, want the house on the hill
Want a spouse with the clout, move out when I feel
Do what I want, lay around in my trunks
Get a smooth good run before it's all said and done
Work hard just to chill, want the house on the hill
Want a spouse with the clout, move out when I feel
Do what I want, lay around in my trunks
Get a smooth good run before it's all said and done
[Verse 2:]
It's so much more when you chilling by the shore
Living life to decor, spending nights at the fall
Season, no Venetians just drapes and rails
Vacations, no relations just relate the smells in hell
Fresh these breeze, west Indies
Amongst the baddest broads breathing, best believe
Bless the g's, the ones from the cloth within it
Taught through cimmick[? ] to con clones off and mimic
Thoughts extended, good living, sleeping women seeking
Deeper enlightment, to keep from dimming
Skimming through life's chapters, life after, I mastered
Seen a spark, had the heart to grasp it
Ask it and receive, see you out and believes
Cause please, where I'm from, I was told when I was young
Do it big at least once before it's all said and done
[Chorus:]
Work hard just to chill, want the house on the hill
Want a spouse with the clout, move out when I feel
Do what I want, lay around in my trunks
Get a smooth good run before it's all said and done
Work hard just to chill, want the house on the hill
Want a spouse with the clout, move out when I feel
Do what I want, lay around in my trunks

Amar, Amar, c'mon.
Yeah Dad, what?
Hope you did your homework already.
I did that already, c'mon Dad.
Nah, it's time to go to...
C'mon listen...
What happened?
I went to school today I said AZ's my daddy, they said, "Jay-Z? Nas?"
What, what?
Tell me the story again?
Ok, ok.
Aight, this is how it went down...
We talkin' a few years before you even appeared
I was into my little gear, yeah
weed and my beer
Hustlin out of fear, fear of bein' a square
Like them cowards with no gear
they just breathin' the air, son
clear, but didn't realize life ain't fair
with one drive-by, it could end your life right there
though I'm a fly guy from ????
my knife's like chyeah
Fuck the world we can fight right
I don't scare
from beer
no more nightmares here
not a tear
I was strighter than the white man's hair
Met Nasir, had that hype that jeer
Like a kite, threw me a mic
I took flight right there
that ain't lies I was nice I swear
went fool with the jewels, even iced my ears
New school, I was cool, wanted righteous wears
But from the door they didn't like that there, I ain't care
as long as I left the china white right there
and understood that you could change a life through prayer
it's all good
police even politely stared
Was unreal, but still now it feels slightly weird
I was spared
gave love, taught my peers
though it was buff, never gave up, fought my fears
Now it's like "what?"
I'm G'ed up, awesome blair
entertainer from the streets with a sportsman's flair
Yeah, that's good enough for you?
Dad, Dad, what's "G'ed up?"
Listen man, don't worry about that now, just go to sleep
Ok, ok.
I'll tell you that later on. But you know what?
What, what what?
I got one more quick story to tell you.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.
Maybe you could take this story, and tell your friends at school this one:
Heeeeere we go!
Out the gate, he who hate himself ain't straight
he a snake, he the type who send himself upstate
catch a case for a plate
he ainn't have to take, he coulda
Played it safe, said his grace and ate
but it's fate

Aight I'm waitin on you..
[AZ]
AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin
What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings
Used to hide the crack in the hotel ceilings
But that was way back when I was wholesale fillers
We made a killing off our little bity buildings
But really them lil' gun silly niggaz still illin
Clip is chillin, chips to the ceiling
Shot in ninety-six June this wound still healing
That's right, this three-wheeling got it good
And if you never had it locked in your own hood you should
Stop frontin, and lookin hard
'Fore the gym star sneeze, leave your face scarred it's
No more bosses, girls think that I'm god I'm a
Young full artist either eat or you starvin
Either beef or you barred, the finger either the yard
I'm sittin peepin my odds before seekin peace in the Mars but
Still do me cause it's easy to do
So the fly CEO, I ain't easy to jew
And that's how it is, you can ask Blitz
Jail, for more than aggravated assault
Wild Style took it to trial said it's all his fault
AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin
What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings
My cons-tributions to this jam
Is confusing because I am...
... low key and y'all know the deal
And when you real then you real no need to ice grill
YES, I'm nice still, YES, my mic skills
is so ill for real give myself slight chills
And I get money, money I got
Big bottles of Belve keep the bloodflow hot
Bone's up in queen, wood in the feds
Wild born and barred niggaz hold your head
Cause I'm still here, hustle with no fear
The muscle is still here that love be still sheer
I dare, a muh'fucker pull my card
I got more than a great big bodyguard
So press up if you wanna get served
I survived in the hood, now I'm all in the burbs
With the bass on thump, suitcase in the trunk
Probably UV with the tooly lettin Akon pump
AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin
What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings
How long can I lay to touch millions
'fore that AK spray or sprays on civilians
I'm five for five, I'm rated R
I'm gifted, and I'm goin far
Down the ave, to the spot
Four dubs of 'dro that's all I copped
No mo' but chammy that's all I pop
So solo with the fam that we all we got
Hate for what, I live that life
I done drove every car, I did that ice
Done touched a few broads, some hid they wife
I was too large to dodge, had to deal my life
I kept it fair, I played the game
Now it's time for the whole world to know my name
AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin
What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings
Just do the dance that's easy to do
Lean back or that two-step, what's easy for you
This jam is on and on and on
Guaranteed airplay 'til your breath is gone!
I get the money so I don't care, I do-I don't care, I do-I don't care
New York get that money so I don't care, get the-get the money so I don't care
Cali get that money so I don't care, I do-I don't care, I don't care
Miami get that money so I don't care, get the-get the money so I don't care
Detroit get that money so I don't care, I don't care, I do-I don't care
Chi-Town get that money so I don't care, I don't care, I do-I don't care

Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Brooklyn)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(AZ)
Betcha don't know what's goin' on, no
(You heard?)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(Come on)
It's on now, New Year, pop the pain
Sun blaze through the gray cloud, stop the rain
Shear shirts by Chanel, baby, feel the breeze
Drop top, me and shorty, while she be at my knees
Let the wind blow, low fade, peep the glow
Know my style from the foul days, keep it low
Got new plans, worldwide, livin' the life
Any chick I make wife gon' shiver tonight
Know the game, it's ups and downs learnin' the ropes
Twenty-six years of age, just learnin' to cope
Came a long way but still got so far to go
So by now, I guess you know
(Talk to me)
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Yeah)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(AZ)
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Come on)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(You heard?)
What if we all had minds alike? Thought the same
Only few was taught to get this, divorce the game
Visualized as a young cat, saw the dream
Get large, shit hard, and assorted cream
So many came that I saw and went wise on my ways
Made livin' for me more intense, divided my days
Weekends, party nights, raffled the stakes
Love sophisticated women, those that rather you wait
Tipped it off from the finest juice to 90 proof
Rocked it all, from designer suits to climbin' boots
All in the summertime, workin' the courts
Lookin' mommy wit them thick legs, hurtin' them shorts
So many ladies in the world today searchin' for mates
Got these non-players perpin' for dates, hold up
Give me love if you've got it in ya, hot as Virginia
Hot enough for me to slide this up in ya
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Yeah)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(Feel me)
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Come on)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you, ooh
(You heard?)
Got the solar, Nat King Cole in his prime
So behold that, shoes unfold in each rhyme
Move accordin' like the chosen ones roamin' the earth
Gettin head until I'm dead, decompose in the dirt
Play the same spot, bitch cast, lost it all
Rollin' dice and G you're better, now you forced to ball
Havin' fun at the main event, toastin' cups
Quarter pieces tryin to get yours roastin' up
Play the game if you got toys to match your words
You a vet, throw your net, nigga, catch some birds
Only a few left, still sincere, spread love
Thank God, it's a heaven above
(Talk to me)
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Yeah)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(Uh huh)
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(You heard?)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
(Brooklyn)
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(You heard?)
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
(So sad)
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
If you don't know, we're gonna show you
Betcha don't know what's goin' on
If you don't know, we're gonna show you

I don't give a hell what you spit
(This is)
Who you are, where you from
(This is projects)
I don't give a hell what you spit
(Urban wolves)
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'
(Dream team baby)
I don't give a hell what you spit
(The sosa of the game has returned)
Who you are, where you from
(Brooklyn)
I don't give a hell what you spit
(Black sopranos)
Who you are, where you from
(Let's play)
And who the hell you be gettin'
Nice and smooth, white knights, icy 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 with 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
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'
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'
Look, look, I be postured 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
It's hardball, now niggas can't call foul
Y'all can't get with 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 with 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
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'
Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the feelings
But what y'all want from a game that's involved in millions
Cars, and chillin', sex with they broads, but villain
It could find a broke man, have him harm civilians
It's 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
I don't give a hell what you spit
(This is)
Who you are, where you from
(This is project)
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from

[Hook: Rap Samples]
[Notorious B.I.G.: x4]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
It's rules to this shit
[Intro: AZ]
Yea, enough respect
The Bad Boy, Death Row, No Limit
Rap-a-lot, Roc-a-fella, Cash-Money, Ruff Ryders
So-So-Def, The Inc.
And all the incarcerated Scarfaces from ghetto to ghetto
Now introducin' to you a new Empire
Quiet Money Records and Hush Management
Formely presents - yours truly
[Verse 1: AZ]
I'm praised for wicked word-play
Emerge from my Earth days
Was boxed in the Bird Cage
Now flock wit the Mermaids
A shorty wop, 'til I copped then I turned age
Saw it unfold, certain laws are untold
Unsolved Mysteries, coffins is closed
A Carnivore trickery, cautions your road
Any slip-ups will be huntin' your shows
So neva get it twisted nigga, keep an Iron Biscuit witcha
Beast promoted, the street's is coded
For the Naked eye times is too deep to notice
Yea I specialize in rhymes, but I peep the bogus
On every known level, I'ma stone cold Rebel
Clothes is crisp, I rolls Gold the Wrist
I was schooled how to tuck, hide and hold the fifth
How to crush, cut, divide and supply the sniff
So if the truth ain't need, then the truth can't be
[Hook: Rap Samples]
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[NaS:]
Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[NaS:]
Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
The street's is ki's
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
[Verse 2: AZ]
From base potter to that hard rock white
We all hustlers, live that hard knock life
Some get knocked, and their Hearts not right
Cuffed up in the air, met this charge that night
We all know that the Narc's ain't nice
But.. that's the price when your bars ain't tight
The Beast within release within, you get caught-up lose trust
You don't speak to friends, you lose lust
Rarely fuck, you just seekin' Sin
You know ducks stay glizzly and love to get busy
The stakes is high, the bench is long
A few wakes niggaz cry, you live, you gon'
If you escape, rules apply, kids is born
And the game won't change, it's the same ol' game
[Hook: Rap Samples]
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[NaS:]
Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[NaS:]
Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
It's rules to this shit
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
And I can't turn back
[Verse 3: AZ]
And my mind been back was since puffin' on the back-woods
Clutchin' on them clappers, and duckin' from them crackers
Neva been in Nappa, neva fuck wit no Rappers
I'm so gon' wit it, but I'm so long winded
Seen the worst, when I seen my first
Body get caught, I was prolly this short
The victim right beside me, stressed on the sidewalk
But you neva seen a man cry, 'til you seen a man die
The killer shots, the realer the co-op
If you could realer, then it's similar plots
Then if not, you won't familiar, you a squilar
You no dilla you hot, fuck around get the whole block locked
But neva me, I've been Boss playin', cookin' up sautéin'
'Til I saw another dough, I had to force a nigga weighin'
Now in all Black wit the Gloves and Hat
I'm so deep in it, that I can't turn back
[Hook: Rap Samples]
[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal
[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
I'm fallin' and I can't -
[Notorious B.I.G.:]

Intro: AZ
This is what... this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about..
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, youknowImean?
Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man
Yknahmean?
Niggaz don't understand the four devils:
Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy
Wicked niggaz man
[AZ the Visualiza]
Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black
[Cormega]
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on
the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they will see you
when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends
U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it
[Nas]
Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes
and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate
And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me
"Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars
Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar
[Foxy Brown]
In the black Camaro
Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions
in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
He money bags got Moet, (Sean Don)
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin hard like Czar
Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh!
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy
The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though
Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key

* 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

[AZ the Visualiza]
Yeah, New York Undercover baby
Whole lotta things done changed...
Yeah, there's a lot of people puttin black eyes in the game
Knahmean? Time to do this though...
Check it
I had a block locked, but took a fall now I'm off my feet
I gotta eat, so it's back to these fuckin streets
And I will grow cause I'm an old timer
I bring the drama to any nigga, his babies or his fuckin mama
I got a look like Tevin Campbell
But still I gamble, hustle and scramble
Cause money is muscles in this damn zoo
And in order to make it, you gotta take it
Be the boom blast booze bend or break it but don't fake it
That's why there's no guilt for these trife niggas bloods I spilt
Took what they built, flippin they drug game on tilt
Cause in New York, dealin drugs is a sport
You either sell it, smoke it, shoot up or snort
Either way you're caught
And since I'm in it, now I'm in it to win it; sky's is the limit
No more being some motherfucker's lieutenant
Shit, from this point that's how I feel, I wanna fly
Yeah, it's either doe or die
Chorus: (Repeat 2X)
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes
It's like a jungle sometimes, the weed smoke makes me wonder
How I keep from going under
[AZ the Visualiza]
And all hoods I hang with mix slang in they language
Love, kickin that gang shit, sellin on the same strip
Hustlin hard, no matter how much we hated
So dedicated, even our dreams are drug related
Shit, puff bananas, not even the cops can stand us
Cause of the way we vanish, everytime they come to can us
25 we get the money live - fuck all that funny jive
The streets is our only source to survive
And before any teeny-boppers think about tryin to stop us
I rather put your head, through the propellers of a helicopter
Cause all my peeps be playin for keeps
Straight out the litter, so bitter
these bandits don't even need sweets
Bringin the ruckus, like some mad motherfuckers
Move at night like truckers
When suckers see us, they duck us
Shit, only the real can relate to things a hungry man'll, try
It's either doe or die
Chorus
[AZ the Visualiza]
And ever since I was a tarface baby, watchin Scarface
I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car chase
A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian
Plus props from crooked cops, payin him tops not to run me in
Keepin my toaster in a shoulder holster
Havin hoes playin me closer, sexin on a silk sofa
Livin the life of the rich and trife
Rugged but sharp like a kitchen knife
Without stress from some bitchin wife
What a life, that's why I be on what I be on
Always ready to war for a score that's sure to put me on
And until then, I won't seal in what I'm feelin
It was inside that I cried, but now its spillin
I'm goin all out, until I fallout; so much of a menace
when I finish milkin New York I'll have to fall out
On the run, cause I know feds'll try to knock me
and railroad my soul to a hellhole if they got me
But not me, I'm goin out fightin until I fry
From hot lead no lie, like I said it's either doe or die
Chorus
[AZ the Visualiza]
Visualizin the realism of life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest
A person's status depends on salary
Chorus
[AZ the Visualiza]
If not why not
Either you're in it, or your in the way Baby Pah
New yields, no quills
I want it all..

* Yeah, you see, some men see things the way they are, and say, why?
I see things that never was and say, why not?
Just wanna be there, you know? y'all realize, I hold this down
East New York, Eighty-two, First pumas navy blue
First wife Kiesha Wilson with love, she was my baby boo
Crazy crew, paying dues, few of us made it thru
Front window, Ms. Glady's, that was my favorite view
Hated school, never went, hookie was better spend
Right around the time the god rocks smoking dead presidents
Devilish ever since, seeking for hope, needing some form of nourishment
It's eighty-eight skin starting to radiate
Hit on my baby-face mama bear could see that I'm there
She finally gave me space change of pace moving quicker
Consuming liquor, humping on some chicks pussy
Trying to undo her zipper
Gucci slippers who can diss us? 40 deuce movie pictures
What other way but poetically can I prove we scriptures?
Drugs sold 'em, cars rode 'em, guns near my scrotum,
Got locked, got right out, gave what I owed 'em
Five when they buried Will killed 'Po killed Phil
Murdered Donald Jones, shot clip hit Bill
Prince in prison, damn, Yam still living
I can see him up in heaven my nigga dance to the rhythm
God, show me a better way, give me another day
Open the lane up so I can make these fuckers pay
Fo sho, I just wanna be there, you know?
Realize what I'm worth, the work I put in
And I brought to the table through the years
I ain't the average, ya heard?
Respect my gangsta, it's all hustle
Steal it on 'em, you know?
Loving da game you gave me, loving my name is AZ
Never sold millions, but fuck it I'm here to save the babies
Look how a lady raised me, so would say he crazy
I'm just a nigga from Brooklyn repping the streets that made me
Rapping for quite a while, all around, tighter style
One of the flyest with the brightest smile, try me how?
Save all the aggra-zations, keep all the confrontations
I'm sitting contemplating trying to crack the combination
Move mystique mostly months that I keep cozy
At time I creeped only this is what the East showed me
More on to music making trying to renew relations
Ducking the dudes that's hatin', please don't make me lose my patience
I put it down for y'all my face surrounds Allah
My catalogue consists of a hundred thousand bars

Yeah, some firm shit, you know I mean?
For all the niggas, in New York
All across the motherfuckin' world
Ain't nuttin' changed yet, shit's still real
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?
You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen
We true fiends, old school style that's how we do things
Born and 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 soulmate, 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
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
Whips and full clips and 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 and do dish
And 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 lentil
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 hood 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
Chicken heads 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
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?
Word up, word up, yeah
Wu-Tang, firm up in this piece know what I mean?
Open 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?

[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 aint come to shower, we came to reign! (UGH!)

[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 cess 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

[Hook:]
Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen (yeah)
Shorty riding shotgun so incredible (so incredible) (gorgeous)
Lay back in the? down gangster lean (I stay chilling daddy, you dig, ha ha)
This feeling is undeniable
[Verse 1: AZ]
Drama seas, sands so white
Bahamas beach, your plans go right
Out of reach, rambo flights
In some two seater, sitting up like cleavage
Plane conceded, the prayer was a parapalegic
Save the chatter, my swagga's needed, believe it
Button ups, tailor custom cuts,
Trees on the feet, physique fucks him up
That's what's up
Straight from the gutter side
Keep clean on everything my mother dries
Still I love allah, sucker for southern fries
Facing affiliation, embracing my butterflies
I, (I) been down for a minute now
There's none flyer, all the live wires in the ground
A young messaih, admired by entire town
Sun-fire, stay higher than Miriah's sound
So you know I'm on some other shit
Sneak peak, low creep, deep cover shit
[Hook:]
Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen
Shorty riding shotgun so incredible
Lay back in the? down gangster lean
This feeling is undeniable
[Verse 2: AZ]
Local wars, coastal brawls,
If you ball at once, what's the most you saw?
If you fall, do you really got folks to call?
With that bell on hand, why they tell on fam? (sigh)
I feel his pain, how the unfortunate try to steal the fame
How it's more naucseousness than the killer in ray
Through so much anger, (clentching jaw) I know such danger
Thoro, I'm a decade in
From a borough way wicked than wes craven
Then again
Certain things I could never do
My whole life, get it right, get revenue
Get a wife, get a white BMW
2 doors style, take that roof off now
(ha) that was dreams of a younger me
Now my hunger's humongous as a hummer 3
Ferarri drop, with that time in the summer T
[Hook:]
Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen (never seen)
Shorty riding shotgun so incredible (so incredible) (gorgeous)
Lay back in the? down gangster lean (gangster lean)
This feeling is undeniable (deniable)
[Verse 3: AZ]
I'm unsure, how I felt before
But for now all I ask, is Lord help us all
Help me stay focused, I'm self absorbed
And then sunny vibrations, real spot that's spacious
Few cases, Julio Englacias
Ow from the coop, I'm like Owens in the booth
Big boy, had his know from the roof
Way before rap, I can more than fall back
All that it's a beautiful zone
I stay mellow like musical tone, (musical tone)
[Hook:]
Rolling down the block pushing something you ain't never seen. (never seen)
Shorty riding shotgun, so incredible. (incredible) (gorgeous)
Lay back in the? down gangster lean (gangster lean)
This feeling is undeniable
Is undeniable
Is undeniable
Is undeniable

* Yeah, go 'head, back it up, you can hold me baby
I just wanna see you take it off
Baby you got what I need now
Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now
From the front of the club to the back now
I just wanna see you take it off
Watch me move and it shake the whole place down
Pull up in the whips so we can get down
'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now
Sarafina, grace of a ballerina, small waist
Ass shake like Trina's
Pretty face, tougue taste like zima, if I
Wasn't a pimp I put a ring on ya finger
Freak for sure, knew her for a week or more
And already wanna beat up raw
On the dance floor dancing 'til my feet were sore
I just wanna she you take it off
Even willing to, piece her off, had my
Hands on her rear, cheeks was soft
I was all in the air letting that reefer talk
And like magic, in seconds, I eased her thoughts
Told her, get a drink if she need support
Just order don't think, I eat the cost
The car's close if ya legs are too weak to walk
I just wanna see you take it off
Baby you got what I need now(what)
Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now (what)
From the front of the club to the back now (what)
I just wanna see you take it off
Watch me move and it shake the whole place down(what)
Pull up in the whips so we can get down (what)
'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now (what)
Weekend's here, told boo, be sincere
I wanna see you in ya evening wear
had her doubie wrapped up, made her release her hair
lights on, made sure the grease was near, Nikes on
Kicked 'em right off beneath the chairs
Tan lines lit up nice, made her features glare
Tattoos, smooth skin, plus her teeth was fair
I just wanna see you take it off
Doe is here, I, know affairs, love cars like clothes
I, drove for years
Love a massage and a chick to let me hold her ears
Who's willing, no feelings, I'm cold as beer
As long as the zone is there
And as long as she bathe and comb her hair
We can light something nice and cologne the air
I just wanna see you take it off
Baby you got what I need now
Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now
From the front of the club to the back now
I just wanna see you take it off
Watch me move and it shake the whole place down
Pull up in the whips so we can get down
'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now
Now you good, quote ya price if ya toes is nice
And if you got fitted jeans that promote you right
It's never a such thing as clothes too tight
Hype, hair color, skin-tone too, light
I love sights, I'm a old school type, tits, lips
Even marry hoes I like
Rarely kiss but I lick, twist, roll it right
I just wanna see you take it off
We can do it with a, bowl of ice
Take you out, you could, pose as wife
Teach you how to hold heat, unload and wipe
I just wanna see you take it off
Give you a different roll in life
Lemme show you that tonight's your, chosen night
Take that, take that. Uh huh.
I just wanna see you take it off
Baby you got what I need now
Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now
From the front of the club to the back now
I just wanna see you take it off
Watch me move and it shake the whole place down
Pull up in the whips so we can get down
'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now
I just wanna see you take it off
Baby you got what I need now
Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now
From the front of the club to the back now
Watch me move and it shake the whole place down
Pull up in the whips so we can get down
'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now
I just wanna see you take it off

Yeah, go 'head, back it up
You can hold me, baby
I just wanna see you take it off
Baby, you got what I need now
Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now
From the front of the club to the back now
I just wanna see you take it off
Watch me move and it shake the whole place down
Pull up in the whips so we can get down
'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now
Sarafina, grace of a ballerina, small waist
Ass shake like Trina's
Pretty face, tongue taste like zima
If I wasn't a pimp I put a ring on ya finger
Freak for sure, knew her for a week or more
And already wanna beat up raw
On the dance floor dancing 'til my feet were sore
I just wanna she you take it off
Even willing to, piece her off, had my
Hands on her rear, cheeks was soft
I was all in the air letting that reefer talk
And like magic, in seconds, I eased her thoughts
Told her, get a drink if she need support
Just order don't think, I eat the cost
The car's close if ya legs are too weak to walk
I just wanna see you take it off
Baby, you got what I need now
(What?)
Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now
(What?)
From the front of the club to the back now
(What?)
I just wanna see you take it off
Watch me move and it shake the whole place down
(What?)
Pull up in the whips so we can get down
(What?)
'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now
(What?)
Weekend's here, told boo, be sincere
I wanna see you in ya evening wear
Had her doubie wrapped up, made her release her hair
Lights on, made sure the grease was near, Nikes on
Kicked 'em right off beneath the chairs
Tan lines lit up nice, made her features glare
Tattoos, smooth skin, plus her teeth was fair
I just wanna see you take it off
Doe is here, I, know affairs, love cars like clothes
I drove for years
Love a massage and a chick to let me hold her ears
Who's willing, no feelings, I'm cold as beer
As long as the zone is there
And as long as she bathe and comb her hair
We can light something nice and cologne the air
I just wanna see you take it off
Baby, you got what I need now
Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now
From the front of the club to the back now
I just wanna see you take it off
Watch me move and it shake the whole place down
Pull up in the whips so we can get down
'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now
Now you good, quote ya price if ya toes is nice
And if you got fitted jeans that promote you right
It's never a such thing as clothes too tight
Hype, hair color, skin tone too, light
I love sights, I'm a old school type, tits, lips
Even marry hoes I like
Rarely kiss but I lick, twist, roll it right
I just wanna see you take it off
We can do it with a, bowl of ice
Take you out, you could, pose as wife
Teach you how to hold heat, unload and wipe
I just wanna see you take it off
Give you a different roll in life
Lemme show you that tonight's your chosen night
Take that, take that, uh huh
I just wanna see you take it off
Baby, you got what I need now
Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now
From the front of the club to the back now
I just wanna see you take it off
Watch me move and it shake the whole place down
Pull up in the whips so we can get down
'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now
I just wanna see you take it off
Baby, you got what I need now
Couple bottles of cris, let's get it on now
From the front of the club to the back now
Watch me move and it shake the whole place down
Pull up in the whips so we can get down
'Cuz it me and my girls now, you and ya boys now
I just wanna see you take it off
Yeah, AZ, Quiet Money

* [Chorus]
Let me call shortie up
If tonight's the, night then let me know
Hit me up as soon as possible
Got it on right here for you baby, take it from me
(AZ) Keep doing this, man
We could do that little bit ya like
You know the one that keeps us up all night
I'm a little uptight baby, baby take it from me
(AZ) Amusing me, huh? Okay
Look, I just landed, your request is granted
I'm in some 2-seater, pumping the best of Janet
Be through in a minute or two, I'm wit the fellas
Bullshiting, trying to finish my brew
But I'm here, it's nice weather, short-sleeve
Ice weather, had on the matins but the nikes was better
Hope you relax and tonight's whatever
Fatal attraction,the life of pleasure
Got bottles of the L-I-Q, champagne a little 'gnac
You can tell I knew, talk to me
The house or the 'telly suite, I need to know
The perception on my celly's weak, batteries low
[Chorus]
If tonight's the, night then let me know
(AZ) Hello? Yo
Hit me up as soon as possible
(AZ) Damn
Got it on right here for you baby take it from me
(AZ) Keep on doing this shit, wordup
We could do that little bit ya like
(AZ) Gotta give all this up, man
You know the one that keeps us up all night
(AZ) Crazy
I'm a little uptight baby, baby take it from me
Listen, I need a diva that could roll cheeba
Blow in and out of town on her own leisure
Love shopping, kalhua's when she club hopping
Pretty toes, love the pose when the thug's watching
Play fair, hair done, face clear,
Type of chick any playa wanna take care, she that nice
The truth is that I've been trapped twice
Told her my life, need a wife for me to act right
Or could it be, just me on a hoe spree
Nowadays, live alone and I'm lonely, spreading my wings
A player in prokeds and some jeans, a pioneer
And gettin' slow head is my thing
I'm in the mix, wit the lies come along wit the tricks
Improvise, pretty thighs come along wit the hips
I can't knock it, try it but I can't stop it
It's in my blood, like the same way I love chocolate
And all I hear is
[Chorus]
If tonight's the, night then let me know
(AZ) Whoa
Hit me up as soon as possible
(AZ) It's on now
Got it on right here for you baby, take it from me
(AZ) Gotta get away man, gotta leave this alone man
We could do that little bit ya like
(AZ) Can't keep living like this
You know the one that keeps us up all night
(AZ) Just one shortie, one, one
I'm a little uptight baby, baby take it from me
(AZ) That's all I need one, wordup
I'm in my prime wit a lot on my plate, the party life
Clear my mind when I'm out of the states
Feeling relieved, revived when I'm feeling the breeze
I'm at my best when I'm chilling and I'm feeling at ease
Ladies respect
It's hard when I'm backwards balling, playing the field
And a whole lotta ass be calling, nothing is real
Is it wrong 'cuz I'm doing my thing?, pimping if, either or
But I do what you dream
Follow the leader, I've seen what I needed to see
Leave it to me, and believe I'm not easy to g
Don't even try it, so ladies, all together, let's sing it
I know your needs and your wants
And if you want me to bring it, I gotta hear it
[Chorus]
If tonight's the, night then let me know
(AZ) Okay
Hit me up as soon as possible
(AZ) I'ma figure this all out
Got it on for you right here baby, take it from me
(AZ) I don't if I'm getting used
We could do that little bit ya like,
(AZ) Or if I'm using them, I'ma figure this all out though
You know the one that keeps us up all night
(AZ) I'm getting ready to go thru though
I'm a little uptight baby, baby take it from me
(AZ) Try that, you'll find out where you at
(AZ)
Hold up
Yo dun lemme use your cell for a minute, men, my
Mine's dead man
Getting ready to break out, yeah, try that
I'll see y'all tomorrow, man, wordup
Eyo, save some of that too for tomorrow
We outa here, man, we going to Vegas
Our year, tomorrow
Chorus
If tonight's the, night then let me know
Hit me up as soon as possible
Got it on for you right here baby, take it from me
We could do that little bit ya like
You know the one that keeps us up all night

{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
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

Minolta devil exposure 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 bevel 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' expedition
Disflavored all tha trimmin's, 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
Trying to stop 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 [Incomprehensible] 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 strong livin'
Intellect an long vision connects in prison
And real niggaz wit recognition
So respect the mission volume one
Second addition the next dimension

[AZ:]
Pitch black bare foot sprinting like a deer shook
Face like a werewolf quoting from the prayer book
Elders back there put
You know that fear make a motherfucker stare and look
I done seen them lynched grandpopz
In my sleep hear them shackles when they slam lock
Fuck master and his ham hots
Let him pick his damn crops probably get my hands chopped
But it's a chance worth taking
Freedom land will be my last location
Them overseers got them hound dogs chasing
My pounding heart racing since departing from the foundation
Blatant, they just whipped little Willie
He can't walk now they ripped his achilles
Why talk, field niggas fear me house
Niggas hear me but they still a little leery
Or scary, just wanna be free got a baby boy three I don't want him like me
Please, just let me get across know
His freedom's in the north just like Jesus on the cross
Die for our sins I die for my kins just for the sake to see slavery end
Can't they see we all men
All being hated for the color of skin
It's hard to translate it but my brother only ten
Working in the field got him working for a meal
I'm worshipping still so please send a sign
I'm just another nigga with his ass on the line
Fine, but you know I'm here trying
Trying to stay alive while everybody dying
Back at the plantation momma there crying
But I told momma dear not to care cause I'm a lion
No lying, I know I'm a nigga
But now I'm a nigga that made it to the river
[Chorus: x2]
I'm just a runaway slave
I stay running til they run me in my grave
Either that or they lock me in a cage
Throw away the key

* I'm back first and foremost; I'd like to thank Nas
For allowing me to have be on the Illmatic, and that Stillmatic Joint
Changed the game a whole lot, secondly I'd like to thank the Notorious B.I.G.
Who put Brooklyn on the map, you the revolution of that era
And all the artists that came after the era we started
I'd like to Thank the East Coast, West, the North, Dirty dirty
This is my story, welcome me back
For all those I still speak to guess we still peoples'
Life's more peaceful when you low and you eating legal
Certain niggas never spoke now it's peace to see you
It's a different side 'cuz it's the streets too, pleased to meet you
Just think I was a thief and kieful
Sold coke even dabbled in a bit of diesel
Scare ridded saw the light and I slid wit it, left the life
But for the price I can live wit it we all pawn
Know a few niggas that's coming home
Could see 'em now in that '86 summer zone
Hope they adapt, whatever led niggas to smoking cracks
Knew a few that went too far for me to coach 'em back
What a waste, this little blood niggas'll cut ya face
Catching a case'll make you fuck around and touch your safe
This all I know, intelligence is all I show
I'm from the roots and the truth is that I love the doe, welcome me Back huh
You attract some of the baddest when you platinum status
That's why I stay with prophylactics after what happened to Magic
Six days of my creation had to relax on the Sabbath
Remember asking certain niggas to past me a package
I was blind moving ass backwards
But you can bet it was the grind that made the cash massive
Back on my feet, accapella used rap to no beats
On the run, dun, was the first one to clap at police
I ever saw, can never catch me in the presents of flaws
Push the Accord in '94, Mack11 in the board
Who wanna bring it? Since Nas, niggas swore I was Queensbridge
That's surprising from the wise I was taught to be lenient
Move in silence, my moms claimed my music was violent
Had to school her, let her know that I'm a user of talents
Many faces, Gucci sneakers with the skinny laces
Fendi sweats and Begets all up in the bracelets

* This is life (echo 2x)
But it's paradise for me.
From the cradles to the stiff coffin, legit fortune
I lean for them corner fiends, crip-walking
Wedding-bells I'm out of that shell of slick talking
Honeymoon, deep scuba diving, kissing the dolphins
I lived though, I quit flossing, I forgive though this shit's costing
At the crib with the kids often, coasting
Ski-boating on the beach ocean
Hoping them old closed cases never re-open
Moving, y'all minor leagues, I'm like speed motion
Muscles thru my white tee's woken, he's holding
Hypnotic, spit shit you sit and vibe wit, melodic
I mental escape thru all the garbage
This is life (echo 4x)
One in a million, I'm strong young and appealing
Was born son a villain, put on in front of my building
Peeping how the street structure decease brothers
Critique, but I was placed here to reach others
Incomplete, stand feet from the deep cover
Eternal sleep, I wonder if the Beast love us
The frail weaken, the stronger be in jail eating
The average male will make it home if the bail's decent
I inhale frequent, it alleviate great, to be a part of the game
Can't be a day late to be a part of the same
Need a g' a day take, five if you live, slide mines on the side
This is life (echo 4x)
Mics, money and music my life's for you to view it
I stand militant, my stripes came from the sewage
Interrogation lights, spend nights up in the cubics
Fistfights, I'm nice like Earl Huvick
Harmonizing, narration is traumatizing
Here since '94, it's still kinda surprising
I touched topics, safe-boxes, unlocked it
Complete zone keep my tone on one octave
Owe nothing, won't ask to hold nothing
Clean behind the scene, but control buttons
Brought it back for the essence that got watered in rap

* How can I be torn from the pages of history? huh?
How can my name scraped off the pyramid walls
when I sat with Pharoahs and Kings?
You think you know, but you have no idea
This track's here it's like a breath of fresh air
That shaved thru sunrays families suffer on Sundays
Had to run astray, pack up and run away
Fountain of youth, found it, feel like da younger A
Make sure my son okay, shit, that's the da mission
College tuition, hope he get accepted to Princeton
If not got his bail for prison
I know the pressures of the oppressor It's hell living
Feel like I'm Mel Gibson, killing 'em kindly finally
Niggas untied me mami, love the punani, but I
Can't make you my Boni never, made for the cold weather
Hatas y'all know better, how can I fold? I was told to hold it together
Listen, no intermissions, I am, so in position, like, Ali and Liston
Who could? box me to distance, try me
Now the police call to give orders to creep on ya
I master the street corners relax in the feet sauna and
Fuck if y'all don't like I'm here and I'm shown niceness
Appear in my own likeness, I zone as my own phychic
Flow if a niggas holding my clothing'll get you open
I'm toasting in bitches posting approaching wit mixed emotions
And ready like military I'm varied like Ben and Jerry's
Comparing me to him is scary I'm leery as cemeteries
And losing is not inside me stay moving from paparazzi
I'm proving the angels got me, I'm cool but my game is cocky
And money can never make me, my guns they don't come wit safeties
I hung wit the ones that's crazy I come from the front of Macy's
Shopping and dropping eighties show stopping wit proper ladies
I'm hearing a lot of maybe's but nigga it's hot as AZ
Ha ha ha
Eyo it's a wrap baby, we got 'em right now, going platinum man, 202k

Hey hey hey hey, hey! Hey!
Hey hey hey hey, hey!
[Verse 1:]
Peter paid Paul, prosecuter's case fall
Trial not needed, tell that loudmouth beat it
Now niggas see it chea! Bow to the cement
Back on the lamb like Shazam here I am
Killa like Cam, got gorillas on the land
Stop if you ain't got a million in your hand
Pissing in your pants cause they let a nigga free
Want to say a little grants then just let a nigga be
Low sweaters with the V's, thick alls with the moccs
Down in D.C. cause them doors don't lock
Love get shown, that's right a nigga home
Fresh on the land, SL in the plans
Please understand it's a few years lost
Recession ain't fierce, still new gear costs
Whose here's boss? Can we talk it on another note
Of course about the motherload cause I ain't trying to cut a throat
[Chorus:]
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
[Verse 2:]
Konvict Muzik, Bad Boy baller
Cash Money millionaire, Roc-a-fella spoiler
Black Wall Streets where the Bravehearts be
G's in my Unit keep my Terror Squad deep
Dipset, D-Block, Quiet Money shit
Hustle hard, Grand Hustle homey ain't no funny shit
Fuck the police, I'm Disturbin' tha Peace
Murda Ink on the sheets, just confirming the beef
Mos Def, rocking Talib niggas in their cribs
Swizz Beat niggas down, get the land on their ribs
For Real/Pharrell, niggas front until the Doctor got to Dre them
The truth from The Roots, let my shooters Andre them
3000 shots from the Big Boi glock
It's Ludacris shit, but my CBs don't miss
OG Suge, I'm a Ice-T nigga
Up to no good, a Pisces swigger
I Cap a nigga Corn with the Gemini sag
A Scorp with some horns, got A-quarius swag
Corpse get embalmed, district peel them out the bag then
Place them in a tux and face them straight up
Drove to the sky, I'm supposed to be fly
Fresh head to toe, I'm a let a nigga know
[Chorus:]
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown

[talking: AZ]
Yea, poet, politician, playa when necessary
This is AZ
I'm your host for the evening
It's Magic Hour
How we gonna do this?
No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti
Bare chest, you pass this dirty gram on the pinky
Respect, finess movements like your hands in grafitti
Grey Goose, mixed with grape, cran and the kiwi
It's truth holds galore
Rolls go clothes galore; take paper till they close the door
Either or, corner hustle or hustle on tour
To seen it all, nothing left but to stumble no more
And the sex is fantasm
Flow, campaigns 'em
Dough, can't change 'em
Courts, can't arraign 'em
It's sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught,
I came in force, all the bangers is brought
Brought the bang at your fort, torch and tangle your thoughts,
Scorch and stand if you're short
So of course, just to chill and conversate, Mil- and Salaam-ulate
Millions I'm trying to chase illin' from out the gate
Get it right my feelin's is not awake
Ducatti bikes, shipped from out of state
The pressure is on, the blunts is lit
My presence is strong, it's real I'm amongst the mix
The Wesson is long, I move like I'm on some shit
So testin' is wrong cause once guns is drawn that's it
The beats the rap the game is done
We leave, we at, we smack, we bang them guns
We beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we come
So, peace to that he's back nigga one
[talking: CL Smooth]
Yea, Chairman of the Board, man
Black Leader, the Mecca Don
El Presidente,
Ladies and Gentlemen,
All I do is bring the life to a dead game the moment I came
Under my umbrella, my flag, my name
If the ship leaving the port, cruise to the resort
You can't be serious baby, this is sport
Gotta make my rounds, head wolf of this pack
Till it's me an A' steppin' out of both sides of that Maybach
We can eat lovely, just don't interrupt me
And mix all this checkmate with that quiet money
I can see it all bubblin' the move is no troublin'
I'm a give you the plug and the Sosa
They all love CL, no jail for homie
Only gotta tell me one time, Don't fuck me Tony
Just buy weight fly straight and keep me right
And I don't care what I spend on security
It helps me sleep at night
Scene of this sharp as me
You take it in air, you can't compare
To the initials engraved in my office chair
The boss is here, we deep in the game
You can't do it the same
You gotta bring a strong leash for your dame or pop up
Speaking of cheddar, me and son peak it together
Can't feel it's the real deal or let the meatballs meet the Baretta
Smellin' like fresh cut leather
Odd color called sarsaparilla
The curtain is drawn the seat's vanilla
Let him see heat forever
Taking that seat empowers

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

(Uh huh)
Love me in a special way, what more can I say
(Word up)
(Drop the beat right here)
Love me now, love, love me now
Love me in a special way, what more can I say
(Yeah)
Love me now, love, love me now
Since illmatic this shit started that never departed
I flossed retarded for those lost in the projects
I taught them logic gaining courses in college
Chased dollars but to me what's 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, don't 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
Love me in a special way, what more can I say
Love me now, love, love me now
Love me in a special way, what more can I say
Love me now, love, love me now
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 possessed
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 [Incomprehensible] 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
The gold chains, fake I.D.'s and the code names but no lames
3 OP's and there's more to come, we all as one
Recognize I been this raw since young
Love me in a special way, what more can I say
Love me now, love, love me now
Love me in a special way, what more can I say
Love me now, love, love me now
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 y'all amazed in suspense
Ways spent, catch me at the major events
So blow a herb on ya corner curb my word
Do or die, I was born a swerve, bet that
From 40 bottles to the champagne, twist a pop
White labels to the brand names, kiss 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 burgundy Bentley with Haiti plates
Love me in a special way, what more can I say
Love me now, love, love me now
Love me in a special way, what more can I say
Love me now, love, love me now
Love me in a special way, what more can I say
Love me now, love, love me now

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 chains
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 Per centers, 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 street sweaps that made us rough
Made some suck, some wasn't made to trust
Still 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
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
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 thought us to fight
The poisonous 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 lock
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
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
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
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
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
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
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

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
{Repeat Chorus Twice}
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
{Repeat Chorus 2 Times}
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)

* (AZ) Baby bring that ashtray in here
Aiight
(AZ) And bring my mail it's on top of the counter
Here baby
(AZ) Check, what's this
I don't know some mail came thru today
(AZ) Fishscale, Professional, what's this about men
lemme see what this about
Anyway, the food will be ready in 20 minutes
Peace Allah, hope tha scribe reach ya hands in good health
As for self, no sense of worrying my cards been dealt
Sunk in a cell, fishscale, fifth year of my bid
Finally got a chance recent to connect with my kids
It's kinda hard thru carelessness I scared they moms
And temporary I was barred voluntary the bond
Nevertheless, it's issues I need to address
Pertaining the certain statements that made me confess
Faced with life, it bites when reality hit
And wit crime come a lot of technicality shit
Thru many co-defendants conspiracies linking
Like the court system designed to keep the mind from thinking
Fog ya vision, guess it's just the odds of living
But like me, most great men became god in prison
Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of life
I was up in Cansaki, *****s started to fight
You touched souls to a lost population of men
And no doubt, if ever out they'll never lock me again
Faced wit 10 on state time, wit life on the back
It's fucked up when your own folks ain't writing you back
Learn to relax, spoke wit certain cats that helped adapt
You know the streets to the pen it's kinda hard to transact
All the cars and the pretty women, condos,
The clothes and the city living
I seen division, breakdown of the population
It's either submit, death or incarceration I felt the combination
Torn between reality rap and the fakes
Some do it for the salary cap few relate
And been thru what I been thru at least in fraction
So when they spit you could feel the passion I see you maxin'
That Nas and that Jigga riff started some shit
It departed the prison system we should argue a bit
It's a glimpse of what's to come
The past follow, hold the voice just hunger me holdin' my last bottle
I live like that of a star without the title, I had to write you
It's beyond trying to enlight you
It's a token of appreciation for being that poet with no abbreviations
Much respect from us all wish you much success
Get yours take money nigga fuck the rest I'm signing off
And leave in the way that I greet and say peace
Keep in mind always rep the streets, you that nigga.
Word,........... Gotta write homey back
(AZ) Ayo, boo I got any more of that mail out there
Got a few more
(AZ) You gotta read this one, the shit right here is deep, man
Alright, gimme a minute
(AZ) Okay, What's this one right here
oh shortie from Nashville, alright lemme see this
AZ, this is Camille since Sugarhill been a fan
And since then to me you still a man
A real card player rarely reveals his hand
And sincerely, I could say the hood feel ya jam
I sit and listen to your last edition
Washing dishes in the kitchen
Or twisting the baby dreads on little Christian
It's so sickening his father we both miss him
He was killed in a '99 car collision
I guess the best ones God get them the tar sniff 'em
It's just the way it is in this bizarre system
You remind me of his one concerning words when you speak
You and him both got that funny type of slur in y'all speech
At night it's like his face just emerge in my sleep
I smoke herb so that grief can stop disturbing my peace
My life's deep, it coincide with the way that you rap
I hate it when them commentators say that you back
You never left you was always years ahead of the rest
My baby-father even felt your style he say you was best
How you dress how you move when you in the public
Without a lot of luggage gotta love it that's how you thug it...

yeah (yeah)
Singer* ohhh
(one more time)
Singer* ohhh
(uh huh)
Singer* ohhh
(where we at?)
Singer* ohhh
(AZ)
It's been official best wishes I send em wit you
Never sentimental you know the shit a nigga into
I'm cross-country it's big pimpin all the broads want me
I'ma do this till the law confront me
Fuck a slow jam kissing and holding my hand
I'm a cold man stay flippin gettin that fam
Who can blame me for all those days you tried to game me
Switch and change me did shit that made me angry
It's like payback watch the shit you say on this track
I heard the stories how you get down lay on yo back
True confessions why ask so i'm sexxin
Who i'm blessin and if a nigga use protection
(Singer)
I've been feelin bad but not bad enough
Not to walk away Oh no
Feelin so sad cause thought you were my girl
Since you betrayed me it's on...on.....
You know your wrong for trying to play me
Now he's gone cause he's back wit me
Chorus:
He wasn't yours when he was mine I can't believe
That you got down like that
And now you know just how it b's
Because it b's like that
(repeat)
(Singer)
Never thought you just hurt me worse
(how do you just) How do you just go on?
Can't believe you tried to say it was someone else
When it was you that I saw
You know your wrong for trying to play me
Now he's gone cause back wit me
Chorus
(Animal)
I could see the whole game through the platinum frames
I done hit niggas wifes I ain't sayin no names
I just drive through ya block in convertible drops
Hand you and your best friend Sharon a rock
Copped a house on a hill six car garage
Back massage I'm into menage a trois
Where I'm living at you can wear shorts in December
You remember stay in the mix like a blender
I'm goin up the middle I'ma spread y'all both
I'm an animal you know I had to hit y'all both
You and the doctor call back go ahead i'ma fall back
Sex was wack but your best friend was all that
Me and honey dip was creepin off for months
Had her blowin on the pipe while I was blowin on blunts
But you is trouble though I cop the six double O
But i'ma let you go with the Lex bubble though
Shorty think I trick alot cause she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot
Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you know you were wrong
Now your sitting home all by yourself
The man you thought was yours is gone
(repeat)

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
(Verse 1)
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

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' it what kind of steel I got
False alarms, tattoos 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 fagots get
Out of thirty men, know twenty that's worthy men
Ten is friends, the other ten'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 and 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, and bites
Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics
Borciase, my words spreads across tribes

Sketchy, witness the relentless, the man hunted tensin'
The Tek left behind was printless
Narcs an' Homicide, Feds an' armored rides
Hell, selacia, I'm vest up, armed to die
Forever will glock shots, shoots to kill
So what the deal? Violate, feel the steel
The cleverest, so whoever slips, roamin' an' holdin'
Terrorists born wit dis, gettin' on wit dis
Make a move while you fake moves, you an' your frontin' fools
Dressed upon jewels, livin' on 6 2's
But now it's on, the end justifies the means
Lye, smoke an' Cream is all I fiend
It's in my genes, I float through the streets
An' seen an intended European an' 50 coupe, it's green
Nothin' in between, me an' my team, we're ill too
Respect due or I feel for you
We got this locked now, pure official, white crystal
The hype'll get you before the snipe from the pistol
It's potent, just one whiff'll have you floatin'
Hot an' soakin', while I'm sellin', y'alls is smokin'
Forever shinin', except the Blue Diamond's prime an' dinin'
With wealthy old dime bitches, rich as from cosignin'
Gold an' American, leave the charge, car holdin'
I'm rollin', affiliated with those that's ballin'
So knowledge me an' analyze my qualities
You've crossed all apologies, my lifetime policy
Plus playin' for keeps in these New York streets
To get deep, so hold heat, try to control your sleep
'Cos, the life I live is deeper than the Mississippi Rivers
Me an' my niggas only drivin' what a ride give us
Puffin' lye, gettin' high 'til we die

(One million, two million, three million, four)
First off, it's the first in the loft
First to peel off in that pretty little Porsche
Pretty little women with their skin so soft
And that triple beige linen stay big enough, New York
You know them haters goin' talk
And do what they do so a player can't floss
Well motherfucker I'm a boss
Fix boy, hustler, slimmer Rick Ross
So don't get it criss crossed
I'm a bit pissed off but the wrist still frost (word)
Neck all chipped up, kicks still cost
I leave foreign change, I done catered out the range (uh huh)
Me and you the same, homie, get it out your brain
South beach with it out and did it out of Spain (Spain)
Was never heavy with the fame
But the name still bang 'cause I'm heavy in the game
Yessir I'm heavy in the game (hey)
I get mine and you better do the same (hey)
If not then you're only in the way (hey)
'Cause this time (hey) I'm heavy in the game (hey)
Yessir I'm heavy in the game (hey)
I get mine and you better do the same (hey)
If not (hey) then you're only in the way (hey)
'Cause this time (hey) I'm heavy in the game (hey)
(Come on)
Different breed, different needs
To newin' in Nova 'cotia, mixin' weed
Infused to Costa Nostra, this is me
B-K-A-Z-H and I see (come on)
And I ain't here to hurt nobody
I'm just here to watch chicks work their body, and
Back somethin' like Laila Ali, and
Head back to the hotel lobby, and
Louis V, jewlery
Who else could it be homie, who but me
Fresh prince of the projects, kumodee
With my Tom Ford shades and I'm up North ways (word)
I'm just tryin' behave
Tryin' get it how I get it 'til I'm finally paid (yes)
Yes I'm finally made
Joe Pesci in Casino I can honestly say
Yessir I'm heavy in the game (hey)
I get mine and you better do the same (hey)
If not then you're only in the way (hey)
'Cause this time (hey) I'm heavy in the game (hey)
Yessir I'm heavy in the game (hey)
I get mine and you better do the same (hey)
If not (hey) then you're only in the way (hey)
'Cause this time (hey) I'm heavy in the game (hey)
So at this point, in the (uh) major is insignifigant
It's all about the Cons' and the way that I be rippin' shit
'Cause I moved on from the fools I did business with
There ain't no hard feelin's like I just became impotent
Now they take to him, like valleys in California
Come what you want, fire, that's when the hold is on you
I'll still be on the corner and I feel no shame
'Cause I bet you they goin' kick it like
When you're field goal range
So if you don't know the name of the killer you see
Let me spell it out for you like a kid at a bee
See I gotta get mine, no matter the consequences
That's why they fill the kid like one of the five senses
The Wire raise the question about my demographic
When everybody knows that my demo was a classic
I'm in the drivers seat like chauffeur the traffic
So you don't want to drive with the Cons' you bastards
Yessir I'm heavy in the game (hey)
I get mine and you better do the same (hey)
If not (hey) then you're only in the way (hey)
'Cause this time (hey) I'm heavy in the game (hey)
Yessir I'm heavy in the game (hey)
I get mine and you better do the same (hey)
If not (hey) then you're only in the way (hey)

Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC
Gimme what you can't get back
Gimme, why don't you gimme the world?
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five Burroughs
Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money-gettin' niggas
Need my assistance to stock figures, beyond non-existence
Fuck keepin' my distance, 'cos bein' poor produced persistence
Plus plea's, a hundred G's, I had me blockin' out of jail centers
I'm recognized by the idlest of individuals
Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into jewels
But still septic on who I cling to
'Cos every single nigga that swing through
Ain't my man just 'cos we mingle
To mistake shit, even females be feedin' off that fake shit
Filled with envy and hatred but my high hopes help me escape it
Temporarily the window world, don't read the wise
Verbally nourish me, properly with that inner city, urban GC
I fucked with those beyond my age bracket
'Cos they analyze and mack to get the papers and stack it
Leavin' no trace to track it, keep on thinkin' tappers is accurate
That mack shit, livin' the lifestyle, we filled with black wit
Just gimme
(Pimp lines and dollar signs)
Just gimme
(Rollin' trees, stackin' G's)
Gimme what you can't get back
(True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just gimme
(Money getters, the high bidders)
Why don't you gimme the world?
(Rollin' wit us)
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five Burroughs
So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe
And in too, I touch a million-plus, ain't much to discuss
Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with lizards
It's realism so I visualisin' to live it
Movin' cleverly wit intentions of longevity
Strong pedigree got me touchin' papers, others would never see, G
So do the crest in my claw, fluorescents
Symbolizes the essence, you're sailin' in a sweppervescence
Drug investments, a street thug's plug, the insurance, but informers
They had you wanted for warrants 'fore you get enormous
Life's a performance so players play wit endurance
'Cos from war sense, any villain's willing to get more intense
They tried to break us but all it did was just make us
Travel across acres for papers, bona fide money takers
'Cos though we know somehow we all gotta go
As long as we're leavin' thievin', we'll be leavin' wit some kind of doe
Just gimme
(Pimp lines and dollar signs)
Just gimme
(Rollin' trees, stackin' G's)
Gimme what you can't get back
(True dat, I thought you knew that)
Just gimme
(Money getters, the high bidders)
Why don't you gimme the world?
(Rollin' wit us)
Gimme what you can't get back
(It's real, NYC)
Just gimme
(QB)
Just gimme
(BK, VT)
Gimme what you can't get back
(See me, AZ y'all, representin')
Just gimme
(Yeah, the street life is strife life)
Why don't you gimme the world?
(Representin')
Gimme what you can't get back

Lord knows I try
get high, get high, get high
[Verse 1:]
I got haze blue and strawberry dro and diesel
I got kush and cannabis and all shades are lethal
Enough to puff with all my people
Chunks in the truck like the stuff was legal
Nothin but dutches I'm amoungst the evils
Bongs to breathe through my first time was preeschool
[Hook:]
Get high, Get fly, Get lye
[Verse 2:]
I got tons of guns but I love that mac
Automatics love to tug those back
Snubnoses for my hoes that pack
Big toys like them boys in Iraq
Click clacks'll put your brains in your lap
Open on thats the first time I blacked
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
I got Gucci, Pradas, Louis and all
I got it for the spring, the summer, the winter, fall
I got Bagarvy shades, Chrichendiors
Tims and hoodies just for war
Suits and hardbottoms respect no law
Open in the mall the first time I Balled
[Hook]
[Verse 4:]
I got chicks thats all thick and in shape, and love it
Flicks and videos, shit, I does it
Some that cry, cum, and some thats rugged
One thats sprung when she done she hum it
One home body and one I run with
Ménage, massage, and word to God
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Lord knows I did
[Hook]
[Verse 5:]
I got cribs in the suburbs, the hood, and the city
A low crib with the wiz thats pretty
A crew crib where niggas bring biddies
A crib out mid, thats hid like Diddy's
A tropic spot out in the Caymans
A Cali spot the first time I copped
[Hook]
[Verse 6:]
I got love for thugs and hustlers period
Hate for snakes I take that serious
Respect for ballers and those that stack
Appreciation for broads with back
Death for losers that snitch and tell
My homie homes first day on bail
[Hook]
[Verse 7:]
I got 5 albums out 4 to go
A paper fetish I love the dough
Love for V's that speed and blow
Knowledge of self if you need to know
Patrone,Crissy, even Cleeko
Bitch so big I had to a pimp
Haha
I tried, I tried

[AZ:]
Of course it's me, AZ
The most hated, most underrated
But it is, what it is
[Verse 1:]
Go the years studded frames on my facial
[?] tint, you can sense I'm bi-racial
Benevolence of a pimp and I'm grateful
Heaven sent, I was meant for a late view
Lived the life, unknown the most
Never boast, got that grown approach
I get it in, professor with the dividends
Doe or Die, succesor of my sibblings
You know it
From petty crimes to a street poet
It's all the grind, steady mind, taught to keep forward
The game's crucial, no gangs I remain neutral
It's more fruitful, trueful I'm living beauful (beautiful)
What the Lupe do, love it or leave it
Minor beef to above it to breathe it
Inclining cease, fuck how others perceive it
I'm doing me, hip-hop since Spoonie Gee in ziplocks
So I ask why y'all fooling with me
[Chorus:]
I work hard (you know you know you know you know you know you know)
To get the things I have
I work hard
To get the things I have
And I wanna know why you wanna play on me
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play on me)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play, yeah)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me
[Verse 2:]
Imagine this: no money, just arrogance and hungry
Can see a sex freak, fly mystique and spunky
Comfy amongst the streets why y'all creeps is lunchmeat
Frauds, like emotional broads, it's only monthly
Grungy, violence is the only respect
The stress numb me
Death is the last thing left
So get from me if your math ain't matching your words
I know the half so when I laugh I'm just relaxing my nerves
Love furs, diamonds is a mans best friends
His and hers is all captured on the camera lens
I'm what it was, for the buzz and the torch was lit
Never a dud, you all bug, get off my dick
Y'all need hugs, I'm just trying to mind my own
Little patron, few shines, all kind of colognes
Monotone, it's assertiveness that come when you grown
I sense nervouseness, y'all know I'm in that murderous zone
But still courties, shake hands and kiss the kids
Make plans with the Ms. take trips to live
Why bid when the smart got a lot of advantage
It's a art, so know that y'all involved with a mammoth
Single handed, never taken nothing for granted
Never fronting, my face ain't never touching the canvas
Understand this
[Chorus:]
I work hard (you know you know you know you know you know you know)
To get the things I have
I work hard
To get the things I have
And I wanna know why you wanna play on me
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play on me)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play, alright)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play, baby)
Why you wanna, playa hate AZ (Why you wanna play on me)
Why you wanna, playa hate on me (Why you wanna play)
Why you wanna, playa hate AZ

(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] 2X
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] 2X
(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] 2X
(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

Play time's over lime green rover
Even after Remi still seems i'm sober
My cream got lower them things got colder
Ever since the last thing I caught in October
June's now here move around where
Parts of D.C what ya'll doin down there
Dough gotta get flipped who gotta get hit
Got a lot of work can't let shit sit
I know down there it's slow down there
Everything's double I can blow down there
Next flight out i'ma jet right out
Got the white floating on the 95 south
See y'all soon it'll be around noon
And y'all know a nigga style i'ma leave y'all room
Dressed in old clothes step on no toes
Money over bitches sexxin no hoes
It's shit like that'll make you slip like that
Crossed all up and get you hit like that
The game ain't fair names ain't clear
Everybody wanna hustle it's a shame I swear
Chorus:
Bodies Gotta get caught (Niggas gotta die)
Everybody wanna shit talk (Why niggas gotta lie?)
Somebody gotta get scorched (Niggas gone fry)
It's time niggas get taught (Stop gettin high)
(repeat)
Ain't no rules no more nobody's cool no more
But I ain't never give a fuck so screw y'all all
Love to ball since school got moves and all
Sweet J's three play I abuse the floor
And there's certain niggas now I refuse to call
Swtiching up on the cards only confused them all
You got blocks go head move that wall
Like to break shit down I give em two for four
I'ma get my run few trips i'm done
Wanna fuck but the work can't mix wit fun
See the shit don't stop till i'm sittin on top
And ain't nuttin like floating through picking up knots
Y'all know that vibe a nigga's soul done died
Play the board till the lord above close my eyes
It's real like that why I feel like that
Couldn't understand til I had to conceal a ghat
But SOS don't play it goes both ways
And we love hittin corners just like roach spray
Chorus
So if you love yourself you won't cross my path
I gasoline niggas up and torch they ass
40 yards from the field goal caught the pass
While you fumble shit knocked off half ya stash
Had to be your work I see your hurt
But any fool on the street gotta eat first
I earnt that right i've turnt out nights
Just now taking time out to learn about life
It's more wise to it like why did I do it
Why if I do it y'all would die if I use it

* 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

(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: 2.5x]
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...

* [Talking]
Y'all can't be serious, this is A-1 performance
Your boy wit' the million-dollar vocal chords
No more Cristal and DoM P, straight Gatorade
And they say in death, all life questions shall be answered
But this here started before the womb
and will not end after the grave
Y'all can't disturb me
[Verse One]
Critically acclaimed, verbally I'm sickly insane
Officially, I remain the Ripleys of the game
Believe or not, the hustler's here to retrieve his spot
From y'all dungaree thieves that mislead the block
No rehearsal, nothing's controversial
Relax homie, react, one response'll hurt you
I know death, I was there when souls left
Froze holdin' my nose, over decomposed flesh
It's deeper, brown reefer, no beeper, low ceaser
Outta sight, the life make the doe sweeter
The raps Derrick Jeter, veggie-eater, half-ebonizer
Love leisure, crewed up, in the stretch 11-seaters
It's either; move accordin' or, lose an organ
It's sorta like an abortion, you choose what's more important for ya
Pimp to poet, from prince to heroic to
Now, King of New York now, as if y'all don't know this.
[Chorus]
If you, If you think you want it
You know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no [2x]
[Verse Two]
I done did the ostrige, the gators, silver foxes
Silk boxers, rocked ice so obnoxious
Wore pradas, Taj Mahal more dollars
What other motherfucker y'all could call hotter
Street affilly, sweet swisher, switch from willy
This so amazing, MJ style the flows Cajun
Connect wit me, absorb, reflect wit me
Respect im so N-Sync, I could sex Britney
Been about it, no comparison, send 'em a stylest
They too old for gold, and they dress code is childish
I'm grown music, so I ask don't confuse it
Consider, I'ma soul food this Howard Heuwit
Sos the don, so seductive overdose 'em wit' charm
Paranoid, sorta, so please approach me calm
Clothes and money, hydro, hoes among me,
Emphatically, the truth is y'all can't take nothin' from me.
[Chorus]
If you, If you think you want it
You know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no [2x]
[Verse Three]
Although it's all music, at times we misuse it
Confuse it, like we back on the block suited
Born-thugs now get recruited, but listen youngin'
You still a student I spit twirlin' tricks wit' a toothpick
Taught ya teacher, I'm the source for seekers
Resurrected like christ off the cross on easter
Zone excessive, seven different home addresses
So many years lost through tribulations, I've grown possessive
I, earned my title, I learned survival
Self made, never too concerned wit' idols
The earth and the moon is one, and I'm the sun
So all competition is none, get ya gun.
[Chorus]
If you, If you think you want it
You know y'all can get it
Nobody doing it better than AZ, no, no, no [2x]