Nisa Filmography

• Where the Lotus Blooms 2009, role: actor, character name: Sarina Play in Full Screen

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  Who Killed It?show lyrics

  Who Killed It?

  Look here see
  Pretty Mike shanked Two-Face Al over some gal
  Found the body dead in the isles
  Death by strangulation
  Microphone cord, a dirty broad
  Guess they'll never play it again Sam
  Damn that was my jam
  Now she's on the lamb
  She made it out with 200 grand
  What a scam
  While these two compete on who's the star of the show
  Golden legs there makes off with the dough
  I read the paper there with Joe the Butcher
  He said one glance is all it took ya
  She's a real looker
  They say her old mans a bootlegger
  Transporting in any weather
  And at this rate we'll never get her
  Fellas, think it's time to call it a night
  All this talk of this mystery dame's gettin' me tight
  Thought I saw her in my eyesight, right
  Hate to spoil the party
  What are you guys havin', the same?
  Waiter another round for the gang
  It's strange how I always felt outta place
  Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in comes Freckle Face
  So I said see you later
  'Fore I hurt him and his two ugly thumb breakers
  He met them in Louisiana wrestling gators
  An idiot can tell they're involved with the caper
  So I pulled the revolver on my waist up
  Between the patrol car and the gray truck
  Behind the street lamp was a silouhette
  White gloves and a real long cigarette
  What do ya know all this time she's got me in her scope
  She spoke says the devil got you guys by the throat
  Your conspiracy theories won't work without evidence
  That's the reason why Eric B is not president
  Well what do ya say
  Ya see?
  Look here see
  I know you got soul your trying to hide it
  How did you kill a man out in cypress
  One Eyed Charlie
  He only hangs with the criminal minded
  Says you guys did it doggy style is he lyin'
  She says, (Walk This Way) I'll tell you a (Children's Story)
  We hit the bodega got her a few 40's
  We jumped in my ride we drove and she cried
  Twisted off the cap there and opened her mouth wide
  Swallowed it, whole bottle's half empty
  Drinks like a fish now she's past tipsy
  The truth came out as we got to her suave house
  (Chopped and screwed) her mouth and sat me on the couch
  I said it's gettin late c'mon give it to me straight
  Who's ya sponsor lady? She says Bill Gates
  What are ya born 77 or 78?
  She says, Nah it goes way to an earlier date
  Slave times, claims the slaves said rhymes
  But she fell in love with some fella named Clive
  Who? Clive Campbell from Sedgwick Ave, the Bronx
  Now she shows me the cash
  I said who's Clive, don't play with me skirt
  She said Clive Campbell
  He's Kool Herc
  Ah ha! Ah ha!
  Listen up sweetheart
  Now we gettin somewhere
  As she's talkin, she starts vanishing in thin air
  But before she drops the money bag on the floor and died

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  The Crossshow lyrics

  The Cross

  I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
  I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
  Had to bring it back to New York
  I'm happy that the streets is back in New York
  For you rappers, I carry the cross
  Y'all can keep y'all weak beats, from your corny producers
  There's a new king of the streets, you're gonna get used to
  I was the old king of the streets, that y'all once hated
  But now I reinvented myself, and y'all all waited
  NAS, N.A.S. mean Niggaz Against Society
  Noisy I aim not silently, noose all surroundin me
  I hang 'em I string 'em up ain't no thing I just drop 'em
  to which doctor you copped and you locked and it ain't what it was
  I changed it up from that pop shit it's hard to see R&B;
  rappers arguably, started fuckin up the game horribly
  Cause, I parted the sea, then these novices targetted me
  Bitches infatuated say they love me lyin to me
  What I've discovered is my brother's tryin to be
  the next me, yeah I support him but he's blinded I see
  jealousy he love me to death am I buggin I love him for life
  We both still mournin on our mother's, life
  And I don't need much but a Dutch, a bitch to fuck
  A six, a truck, some guns to bust
  I wish it was that simple, the last emperor, hit yo' ass
  with the Nasty Nas, diary, get out my path
  I can't keep a bitch cause none of them come up for a little Des
  I can't be too rich, too many hoes, lined up for sex
  I can't rest until my niggaz in houses with pretty maids
  Water and flowers in 'em
  While my niggaz walk around in they trousers grinnin
  Gotta keep a lot of heat; 30 cals 10 millimeters
  40 cals plus the heckler, to set y'all straight
  You too light? I shoot your freckles out
  You too dark? The infrared show you what the tec about
  Huh? I'm stressin out, need more offices for bosses
  Secretaries and meetings with big sharks, who mad greedy
  We can sell mo', boats on the coast
  Give, coats to the po' and give, hope to the broke then live low
  But that ain't reality, I look happy but under the sky
  You see a nigga who know, out of three women 2 out of 3
  will love you but lead you to they own, hidden evil
  BITCH! You the reason niggaz be beefin, hoe get on
  'Posed to be Earth, ain't worth the pussy that you sit on
  From here on, it's a new day
  Million dollars ain't, what it was yesterday
  Many problems, many niggaz, most involved but they fake
  Hope y'all relate

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  Destroy & Rebuildshow lyrics

  Destroy & Rebuild

  This is a journey into the worlds most largest
  And notorious projects, Queensbridge
  Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most
  Cowardest rappers
  He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile
  Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
  You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories
  First theres this arrogent fuck, his names Cory
  Hung around my mans Like and Big Trevor
  Trevors still locked up, Likes getting his cheddar
  Cory changed his name to arr, whatever
  Cornchip, Buckwheat lookalike, its Mega
  Right Mega was his name sorry about that
  But its so hard to put a cowards name in my rap
  Always acting tough, a jokester be fronting
  He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothing
  But thats Nas always looking out for breadrin
  Cause when brethren don't return love it don't stress him
  Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real
  Still laughing to the bank and shit
  Back to Cor, got him a deal but his rhymes was whack
  Def Jam mad that he signed the contract
  Now he got jealous and mad at my shine
  Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind
  Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid
  Mega for the record you could suck my dick
  Bitch you from around the way its sad what this do to me
  But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity
  They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
  Nah this is a time we destroy and rebuild it
  They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
  Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
  So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
  Since we on the subject of traders and flunkies
  Mega aint the only faggot in my hood dummies
  Theres plenty that wanna be me but cannot
  Its like King Arther and Knight Sir Lance-A-Lot
  Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul
  Before I woulda told you Prodigy's my dog
  Through the ups and downs, robberies and all
  Though I always knew he wanted my downfall
  He would say his little slick shit and act real funny
  For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me
  Asking a Braveheart to get back your jewelry
  You aint from my hood, don't even rep Q.B.
  Nature moved to Marcy
  Man dick riding Nature, nothing else to say
  Man Nature moved to Marcy
  Back with ass niggas in fear
  Fuck them niggas go head with the progam man proceed
  Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief
  Of course we aint friends, you never stood on no blocks
  Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas
  Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger
  Just fills me when niggas let out of town to set shot
  And get filthy rich, its just not
  No more morals, no loyalty, no more community
  Queensbridge, we gotta have unity
  I put the name on the map after Marly and Shan
  Q.B. before the ROC had one jam
  Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef
  Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak
  So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard
  Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed
  P how many times aint you shamed that
  Jungle was busting his gun to get your weak chain back
  They dont respect you a checks due for me for your fame
  Mega I hope you blow so I'm saying your name (Mega, Mega)
  Hoes play your position cause you'll never be king
  Even Jigga want the crown, ?? poor thing
  I'm representing Queensbridge U.S.A.
  Where two sk's go off every day new flesh lay
  All you little roaches and rats
  Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back
  So haters say
  The bridge is over my dick, Bridge'll never be over
  Long as I'm alive and breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard
  I'm the William Wallace of this shit
  Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man
  You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggas
  From out your circle, you can't save everybody
  Niggas invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga
  Be untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real
  And thats real, ayo Nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man
  I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two
  I believe in you, believe in yourself nigga or dont even rep this
  Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta? Theres real gangsta
  Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggas is in the grind
  Where you be at man? Niggas be bucking
  Why you never bucking, where you be at man?
  All of a sudden you the motherfuckin Neo Brown of the fucking hood
  Its disgusting man, stay out the magazines
  Keep my name out your motherfucking mouth
  Theres no more room for jealousy, we destroying and rebuilding
  That means the cowards get out and the real niggas stay
  Niggas been hating me since I been nine, shining
  with suede motherfucking balles on in silks
  I'ma always be the young don, dont be like the niggas on the other side
  Hating me cause I'm beautiful, real niggas in Queensbridge
  You niggas come up and get this money and move on baby

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  You Can't Kill Meshow lyrics

  You Can't Kill Me

  Yeah yeah yeah yeah y'all... New York City...
  Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight...
  The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world...
  The other night, nigga was at Lotus...
  I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there, you know...
  But I found this new spot we went to the other night, yo
  Check it out check it out how it went
  It was just cool like, smooth night wit' my jewels bright
  Goons left goons right, coupe wit' blue lights
  Bad girls in black pearls, gave us cat calls
  Took 'em back to the crib to break they ass off
  In the loft mixin' hash and 'dro
  Honey spreaded that asshole like a wide mouth bass
  Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast
  When the phone ring, the house lights flash
  Turned down the sound, let's get down to bidness
  Shit about to go down wit' some foul niggaz
  What the voice said, "what up pop? Who want it?"
  I put the guap up, get the boy popped
  He say "son stop, it's dudes you feedin'
  Who feedin' other dudes, but they really not eatin'"
  Dog, why you callin' me? This our food
  You, handle the mouths that it trickles down to
  Niggaz want beef, I want some of that cow too
  But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich
  Don't bother me wit' silly shit, call Rico
  He said "it IS Rico, of all people
  Gave his moms furs, called up the mayor
  To get his crime pardoned, his son's godfather"
  Said the nigga shot up my cars
  Last night he laid for me to come out my doors?
  Niggaz always on that bullshit
  To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
  Niggaz always on that bullshit
  Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
  Niggaz always on that bullshit
  To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip
  Niggaz always on that bullshit
  Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit
  You can't kill me
  High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass?
  Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half
  You speakin' hogwash, silly shit, ??? to dash
  I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on
  The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's a don
  What you think that he spawned? A slacker? Nah
  Packed the nines, yo this nigga's asinine
  Smack ya mom, relaxed and calm, then mack ya mom
  In a casket, you'll get ya fashion on
  You'll be in a suit and tie, you'll die
  You'll make maggots turn to flies, fuckin' wit' Nas
  Remember anyone can get it at anytime
  Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie
  Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are
  So tell me how yo' ass gon' run, from a C-Z-P-O-1?
  In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser
  Merk you wit'cha own shooters
  All you want is a name, pissed and insane
  My security system, my playspot a fireplace, listen
  Then it goin' off, start spittin'
  Niggaz try to bring it where I live in
  Trustin' you, knew where all of the cribs at
  So we waited wit' the cigs blat, blat, blat!

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  What Goes Aroundshow lyrics

  What Goes Around

  Ayo its poison, ecstacy, coke
  You say its love, it is poison
  Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison
  Physicians prescripting us medicine which is poison
  Doctors injecting our infants with the poison
  Religion misoverstood is poison
  Niggas up in my hood be getting shot giving poison
  In hospitals, shots rittle the block
  Little children and elderly women run for their lives
  Drizzling rain come out the sky every time somebody dies,
  Must be out my fucking mind, what is this, the hundreth time?
  Sending flowers to funerals, reading rest in peace
  You know the usual, death comes in threes
  Life is short is what some nigga said
  Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
  Its funny how these black killer companies is making money off us
  Fast food, colas, sodas skull and bone crossers
  Sisters up in my hood trying to do good given choices
  When pregnant drop out of school or have abortions
  Stop working hoping that they find a man that will support them
  Up late night on they mothers cordless, thinking a perm or
  Bleaching cream will make better when they gorgeous
  White girls tanning, lypo suction
  Fake titties are implanted, fake lips thats life destruction
  Lightskin women, bi-racial hateful toward themselves
  Denying even they blood
  I don't judge Tiger Woods but I overstand the mental poison
  Thats even worser than drugs
  Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison
  And any thoughts of taking me down is poison
  Who want beef now, my heat shell annoyed them, plaow
  Never to worry, all the wrong doers got it coming back to em
  A thousand times over
  Every dog has its day and everything flips around
  Even the most greatest nation in the world has it coming back to em
  Everyone reaps what they sew that's how it goes
  Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse but we'll get through it
  Yall be strong
  The China-men built the railroad
  The Indians saved the Pilgrim
  And in return the Pilgrim killed em
  They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hellday
  Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy
  Me and my niggas share gifts every day like Christmas
  Slay bitches and party everyday like this is the last
  I'm with my heckles connecting and we hitting the lad
  This is my level, fuck if it get you mad
  It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison
  Rappers only talk about ki's, its all poison
  How could you call yourself emcees you ain't poison
  Think about the kids you mislead with the poison
  And any thoughts of taking me down is all poison
  Who want beef now, my heat shell annoyed them, plaow
  What goes around comes around my nigga
  And what goes up it must come down my nigga
  The soldiers found below the ground my nigga
  Just hold it down we older now my nigga
  What goes around comes around my nigga
  And what goes up it must come down my nigga
  The soldiers found below the ground my nigga
  Just hold it down we older now my nigga
  This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey
  Light skin with herpees
  Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C.
  This is the problem cause he never tell em he got it
  From letting fags suck him off Rikers Island in nine-three
  Drives in Benz, hangs in all the parties
  All the concerts, backstage where the stars be
  Rocking their shirts in bitches faces like clockwork
  Whats your name, where you from, chain blinging
  Thinking girls everywheres dumb, taking powder ruining their lives
  So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives
  He never used a condom, give him head he got ya
  Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDs
  I contemplate, believing in karma
  Those on top could just break and wont be eating tomorrow
  I know some bitches who be sleeping on niggas dreams
  They leave when they nigga blow she the first bitch on her knees
  Knowing dudes thats neglecting their seeds
  Instead of taking care of em they spending money on trees
  I pray for you deadbeat daddies
  Cause when them kids get grown its too late for you
  Now you old and you getting shitted on
  Its all scientific, mystic, you know the Earth and the stars
  Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
  What is destined shall be
  George Bush killer til George Bush kills me

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  Street's Discipleshow lyrics

  Street's Disciple

  "Two-thousand-four, yeah. L, whattup?"
  "Prophesy!"
  "Yeah."
  "Prophesy baby!"
  Disciple, Disciple (What?!) Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (Let's go!)
  Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers
  Could bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine
  Nas Is Like, Love Undying, Money's My Bitch
  In Thugz Mansion, thugs dancin' around the fly shit
  Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camelback-riders
  Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles, money, jewelry want me to come
  Get me, hit me but don't miss me, you history
  Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee, Italian dons from Sicily kiss me
  This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga, this ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty
  Pain, power, pussy and pistols, lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me
  Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte-Cristo
  Steady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though
  My big bro told me plain and simple, "Nas do not look back"
  Watch where you took rap, no bookbags and trucker hats
  Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin'
  What the fuck is that, freestyle
  Disciple, Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (Esco!)
  Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew
  Phillip, Simon and Judas -- I'm disciple of music
  Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor
  And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters
  Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real
  Get a smack in your face, 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama
  Bust shells, destroy yet try'ta prevent violence
  If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it
  Then dress warm for the cemetery climate
  When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror
  See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis, man who stole the summer
  Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you
  Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie
  Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar
  While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that
  Gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs
  All the thugs gone, what happened? Where's the passion?
  Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards
  Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness
  Hell yeah, awareness is my alias
  Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest
  The realest, HERE IT IS!
  Disciple, Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (Street's!)
  Disciple (Street's!)

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  Drunk By Myselfshow lyrics

  Drunk By Myself

  Uhh,Uhh, Where am I going?
  Where am I? Yo, it's ill
  Yo my wife's tired of fucking me
  Life tries ducking me
  Luckily I find 'em just at the right time
  Mack in my right arm, Tequila bottle in
  My left arm like Cristian
  Watching my life go, keeping myself in
  Wolves in the night yo, hells men
  Two revolvers I can let twelve spin
  Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
  Buck-sixty, who wit' me? My (?) to well
  Twisted blunts and inner conscience
  Telling me that I aint shit
  No matter how much cash I sit with
  Still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness
  My precious baby girl came like forty nights of rain
  To replenish my adolescent brain
  Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane
  So I drive the cooler pressure down, delay the pain
  I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
  Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
  Though I took, that was to live, hope God will forgive
  As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is
  To maintain, bitches playin' games
  Niggas snitchin', I aint saying names
  But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang
  Lost so many close niggas, drunk almost crashed
  I'm going too fast, highway patrol will just flash
  Lights in my rearview, if they stop me I hope they lock me
  Instead they speed ahead
  Yo nigga watch me
  I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
  I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
  I'm a ride to the end of the road if I have to
  Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
  Steering wheel in my hand
  Trying to hold it steady
  Anything in my way is dead
  Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
  When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone
  Drunk by myself
  Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once
  Been in the shoes of a Wolf in the night when he hunts
  For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves
  Can't tell them niggas nothing though, bullets wak'em up well
  Take them to hell
  Stick up niggas once ran up on me
  My deckited lifestyle attracted sharks on me
  I aint your mark homey
  It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake
  Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes
  Could hardly look both ways, put out the hayes blurry vision
  Think about the time in my life before I was in televison
  Hella women, jealous niggas up in my vision
  Since we all hood niggas expect kilos
  For what they not seeing is police expect Rico
  Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated
  Windows up blastin A.C. going wherever instinct takes me
  I hate it when I'm like this
  The bottle's my accomplice
  The reason that I want to be alone
  Tired of all the things that went wrong
  That would have went right if I would have did it on my own
  Take another swigg
  The more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts
  Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down
  Not knowing who to trust, runors about niggas coming through
  Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowing what was true
  Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately
  Choosing a Henny bottle over a friend, lost again
  To keep my mind off that weak shit
  There's love through it all, things to live for
  I swerve, almost crash into a wall
  Think about the good, find myself laughing
  Turn the cell off, no way to be reached
  Know I'm near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets
  Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home
  Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip
  Bring my ass to the crib

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  Discipleshow lyrics

  Disciple

  "Two-thousand-four, yeah. L, whattup?"
  "Prophesy!"
  "Yeah."
  "Prophesy baby!"
  Disciple, Disciple (What?!) Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (Let's go!)
  Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers
  Could bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine
  Nas Is Like, Love Undying, Money's My Bitch
  In Thugz Mansion, thugs dancin' around the fly shit
  Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camelback-riders
  Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles, money, jewelry want me to come
  Get me, hit me but don't miss me, you history
  Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee, Italian dons from Sicily kiss me
  This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga, this ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty
  Pain, power, pussy and pistols, lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me
  Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte-Cristo
  Steady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though
  My big bro told me plain and simple, "Nas do not look back"
  Watch where you took rap, no bookbags and trucker hats
  Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin'
  What the fuck is that, freestyle
  Disciple, Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (Esco!)
  Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew
  Phillip, Simon and Judas -- I'm disciple of music
  Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor
  And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters
  Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real
  Get a smack in your face, 'cause I hurt up, trauma-tize, llama
  Bust shells, destroy yet try'ta prevent violence
  If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it
  Then dress warm for the cemetery climate
  When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror
  See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghinis, man who stole the summer
  Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you
  Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie
  Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar
  While rigor mortis'll grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that
  Gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs
  All the thugs gone, what happened? Where's the passion?
  Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards
  Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness
  Hell yeah, awareness is my alias
  Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest
  The realest, HERE IT IS!
  Disciple, Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (STREET'S!)
  Disciple (Street's!)
  Disciple (Street's!)

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  Play On Playashow lyrics

  Play On Playa

  Uh, light somethin',
  stop frontin'
  how much money's enough, think maybe like a trillion' figures
  pray my daughter don't wild like them Hilton sisters,
  that'd kill me yo, filthy rich, my daughter pass it onto the next generation,
  throwin' carnations
  at my tombstone,
  in my new home,
  meet mom's in my east st. laurent suit on,
  then we do a dance like my man
  luther dan,
  but my verse came first,
  i stole change out her purse,
  now i wanna dig her up outta the earth,
  two more but lean forward, toward a new paragraph,
  blue carrots, D-class,
  strictly that Kush in the weed bags,
  tryna' figure out what Barry Gordie (?) had,
  put in production,
  studio's smokey now, hard like Davin Ruffin,
  hit a spliff through a seance,
  and I, play on playa
  Finest females, i spit game on, i spray tha, gotta' get your papes on, playa on playa,
  before it's all gone, sip don, tip weight up, do y'all thing when i swing, baby,
  spend dub's on yeh rugs(?), gotta' live crazy,
  finest females, i spit game on, i spray tha, get your papes on,
  playa on playa, get your papes on, play on playa, get your papes on..uh
  Ruby red grapefruit juice
  with grey goose,
  rubies in the Jesus
  piece,
  pimped out like Snoopy,
  but a East Coast thing,
  my girl's stocking,
  tied up in a knot top a' my beanhead,
  billion dollar dream head,
  went from triple beams to digitals,
  servin' fiends to minimal,
  sixty g's no criminal,
  no mo',
  jus mo' doe,
  my motions pouring,
  Oprah's earrings,
  on fingers while your girl performs cunning lingas,
  cause' there's big money a rumour lingers,
  barber cleans his blade,
  then they give me a fade,
  hot towel on the face,
  hot models who vommit after they eat so they can stay lightweight,
  swallowin' my protein like an ovaltine shake,
  come thru' like mo green from Godfather,
  so clean where i step i 'Clorox it',
  keep twenty g's on both sides of the thighs,
  that's four pockets, eighty thousand, browse for the nicest price,
  but we ain't into buyin' conflict ice,
  that's the shit they stole from the Congo,
  and other block soil,
  true mack foil,
  nappy hair jus spinnin',
  hunny gave me a massage with the happy ending,
  finest females i jus came on,
  and sprayed uh, gotta get yeh papes on, play on playa
  It's kinda hard for a playa like you,
  but let me show you how a nigga like me, get revenue,
  what ya never do
  is punk out whatchu better do,
  never let the game get ahead of you,
  get a better view,
  better yet, a better clue,
  praise God, imma marry you,
  get your hoe to, carry you,
  bury you,
  slowly, roll me another blunt,
  stuff it,
  lick it,
  puff it,
  tuck it,
  fuck it,
  that man,
  that game,
  that thang
  it busts,
  in D.O Double G we trust!
  yup, yup, young roll with the two steps,
  he creepin' with tha two tec's,
  they sleepin' with two chicks,
  right before we blast all you heard was two clicks,
  end of existence,
  for instance,
  rewind,
  replay it,
  re-chop it,
  remix it,
  we twist it,
  goddamn D.O Double G, cuz we missed it,
  travel slow,
  im an indian, but not a navajo, i
  smoke the big leaf
  end all the big beefs,
  my hair in two braid's, im the big chief,
  ladda da' beep bah baddda!
  yeah, break that down, how fresh yeh are,
  the king from Queens, Mr.Escobar,
  connect with the best from the west, yes yes, yah are,
  oh my god, it's Snoop Dogg and Nas,
  playa play on, play on, play on,

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  You Won't See Me Tonightshow lyrics

  You Won't See Me Tonight

  (What?) Ever been in love? (C'mon)
  Yeah.. are you ready? (uhh) For somethin real?
  (Say what?) Cause it can't be fake
  This ain't no game (C'mon)
  You gotta be wit me, for real (uh-huh)
  cause it's real out here (uh-huh)
  So make up your mind, cause I ain't got no time
  Y'know? (C'mon)
  I'm the most wanted baby fathe, save the drama
  We toast when I wine and dine ya -- all you need is me
  I won't stress you but bless you
  Mentally and sexual, we both intellectual
  Can't forget how I met you;
  you thought I was a boxer -- Prince Nasim
  but I'm the mobster -- Nas from Queens
  And when I gotcha - you ridin with me
  You keep askin, "When do you have time for me?"
  I'm never free always on the move, bidness oriented
  Lifestyle expensive, attract women
  You wanna search my pockets, and act all wild
  Say I hurt your heart - ask how could I smile?
  Wanna call back all my numbers - star 6-9 me
  Check my car for rubbers, but quit tryin
  before you find what you lookin for and get to cryin
  You always sayin what you gon' do if you catch me lyin
  You won't see me tonight {Yeah right} (Say what? Say what?)
  You won't see me tomorrow {uh-huh} (uh-huh)
  I'll be gone by daylight {Doubt that} (What?)
  And you'll be so full of sorrow {Yeah right}
  You'll go tell all your friends {That's right} (Say what?)
  how you called and I follow {They know it}
  But you won't see me tonight {You don't believe that}
  No you won't see me tomorrow
  Caramel kisses of Jezebel's sister
  I feel no guilt when I twist ya
  Turn the other cheek when I see the next freak witcha
  You got your name on his lease, copy his key
  That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig peice
  Go 'head and live baby, I know you his lady
  You page me, when you got the day free
  but I be out with my peeps in them system jeeps
  You wanna lay up in the sheets of presidential suites
  like I'll massage you while you massage me, mami
  But can you hang with a young man who's doin his thang?
  Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up
  Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump
  Baggy sweatsuits, mystery what's underneath them
  They for my eyes only, you call me when you lonely
  but I like to make the baddest girls wait, I got G baby
  Call you on a Monday
  I'll call you back baby
  Call you on a Tuesday
  My cell is off baby
  Call you on a Wednesday
  I'm out of town baby
  You won't be back til Thursday
  I'll page you back baby
  Call you on a Monday
  I'll call you back baby
  Call you on a Tuesday
  I'm out of town baby
  Call you on a Wednesday
  My cell is off baby
  You won't be back til Thursday
  I'll call you back baby
  You won't see me tonight (Say what?)
  You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?)
  I'll be gone by daylight
  And you'll be so full of sorrow
  You'll go tell all your friends (What what?)
  how you called and I follow (Say what?)
  But you won't see me tonight
  No you won't see me tomorrow
  Thinking of me you gettin the chills
  Like a rush through your body when you think how it feels
  Give me a call and my voice give you butterflies in your tummy
  Tell your friends you in love with Nas not his money
  And I'll prove I'm a man of my word - handed you furs
  Iceberg - everything on this planet Earth a woman desires
  You make a good wife to most men
  I know I got you open; but -- you just my close friend
  Get it baby?
  You won't see me tonight (uh-huh)
  You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?)
  I'll be gone by daylight {Dayyyy-light}
  And you'll be so full of sorrow {.. Word?}
  You'll go tell all your friends {Tell your friends what?} (Say what?)
  how you called and I follow {Uhh, uhh}
  But you won't see me tonight {Not tonight baby}
  No you won't see me tomorrow
  The God, The God, The God, Nasir (You won't see me tonight)
  The Queen, The Queen, The Queen, Aaliyah (You won't see me tomorrow)
  Nah nah (I'll be gone by daylight)
  (And you'll be so full of sorrow)
  Uhh uhh (You'll go tell all your friends)
  Tell your friends (how you called and I followed)
  How you followed me (But you won't see me tonight)
  Not tonight baby (No you won't see me tomorrow)
  C'mon, c'mon c'mon
  Tomorrow, what?
  Daylight, ghost
  Say what, say what? Yo (You won't see me tonight)
  You won't see Timbaland tonight baby
  Ohhh, or Nas Esco', check it
  Let it ride

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  You're The Manshow lyrics

  You're The Man

  Uh uh, yo
  They plan was to knock me out the top of the game
  But I overstand they truth is all lame
  I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames
  Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name
  Nas - too real, Nas - true king
  It's however you feel, g'head, you swing
  Your arms too short to box with god
  I don't kill soloists only kill squads
  Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas"
  Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys
  I seen it comin
  Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do
  Came in with my style, so I fathered you
  I kept changin on the world since "...Barbeque"
  Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with
  Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said...
  If I, ever make a record
  I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
  But look at me now, ten years deep
  Since the project, ??
  I never asked to be top of rap's elite
  Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets
  But look at me now
  "You're the man" "You're the man"
  "You're the man" "You're the man"
  "You're the man" "You're the man"
  "You're the man" "You're the man"
  "You're the man" "You're the man"
  But wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars
  And diamond rings can poison a rap star
  It's suicidal, how I smoke in so much la'
  I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky
  Wish I could flap wings and fly away
  To where black kings and Ghana stay
  So I could get on my flesh right away
  But that'll be the day when it's peace
  When my gat don't need to spray
  When these streets are safe to play
  Sex with death, indulge in these women
  Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal fire
  Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina
  Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds
  I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin me?
  I'm your disciple, a thug certainly
  I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
  If I wasn't I must've been Escobar
  Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection
  In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my conception
  When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne
  My destiny found me
  It was clear why the struggle was so painful
  Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to

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  We Will Surviveshow lyrics

  We Will Survive

  Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
  To my dogs.. wherever you are
  Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid
  You in God's hands now, keep a place for me kid
  Ain't nuttin changed -- still _Party and Bullshit_
  We used to +Fuck R&B; Bitches+ and see who rhyme sickest
  For every hit you made, more rappers afraid to come out
  _Machine Gun Funk_, from Queens I came through to smoke blunts
  You came to my hood, we was broke
  I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke?
  Still on the block around fiends numb from coke, I guess so
  Cause now with paper, shit is still ghetto
  But fuck it black, you livin your life, though your loved ones
  Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
  It used to be fun, makin records to see your response
  But, now competition is none, now that you're gone
  And these niggaz is wrong -- usin your name in vain
  And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't about that
  It's more serious, I plan to toast it up with you
  Joke with you, happy we on top, the most official
  Ain't too many real ones out there; I feel some
  but doubt they're, capable, to take it where you took it to
  I missed your wake not cause I'm fake
  cause I hate to see somebody so great in that way
  I woulda stayed so long with so much to say
  I had to put it in writin to keep me and Brooklyn from fightin
  Tellin me to pay my respects and move to the side
  But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by
  You can't kill nothin that's _Ready to Die_
  You was like God to us in the form of Allah
  Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
  Still, we, will survive
  No matter what, my people just stay alive
  Still, we, will survive
  No matter what, my people just stay alive
  Thug Life never die..
  Dear 'Pac, every thug sheds a tear drop -- and use teeth
  to bite off beer tops, and _Pour Out a Lil' Liquor_
  You was more than just the wildest nigga
  +2Pacalypse+, I understand your style nigga
  It's goin on the third year, since you've been gone
  On the East and West Coast the same shit is goin on
  The industry be talkin, offendin me often
  They don't believe you dead, wanna see you in your coffin
  I can relate, shootouts and court dates
  +All Eyez on You+, niggaz in your face invadin your space
  You asked if I could trade in your place, how would I hold up?
  How long would I ride, before I fold up?
  How did you know through your rhymes it was your time to go?
  You predicted it in every line, all in your flow
  There could _Never Be Peace_ I have to quote
  Can't believe I heard my name on "the realest shit you ever wrote"
  We had words cause the best supposed to clash at the top
  but kept it brotherly, when we seen each other and stopped
  in NYC, at MTV, people watched
  We was both deep, after you left, I got no sleep
  Think about how us real niggaz would be
  If we united, a nation of thugs, who could fight it?
  You was caught in a wild homicide, or were you crucified
  like the son of God, when Lucifer lied
  and make the world think, young blacks should be extinct?
  But Thug Life'll never die, we stay high and just link
  Will there ever be another MC as nice?
  Will you return to us like the resurrection of Christ?
  Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why?
  Still, we, will survive
  No matter what, my people just stay alive
  Still, we, will survive
  No matter what, my people just stay alive
  I wonder what the Commodores went through on tour?
  Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
  What has Al Green seen, that made him religious?
  Was it the drugs -- put an end to the music business?
  If so, should I put out the indo right now and write down
  a plan and pursue my dream turn my life around
  Cause I'm bound for the movie screen, cuties that scream
  I'll need a extra Uzi riding through my own hood in Queens
  It be the ones you always knew, that want it on
  Tellin everybody it was him, that you fronted on
  Thought we walked a million miles it was just twenty
  Not used to walkin in the path of legit money
  I thought I made it but we only took baby steps
  Up the success ladder, where they pay me checks
  To my clicks when I got it I said "Baby bless"
  That was the 80's, but now look at this crazy mess
  We in the 90's, and finally it's lookin good
  Hip-hop took it to billions, I knew we would
  A lot of ups and downs in the game, could lose or gain
  a couple pounds tryin to maintain -- one day you here
  the next you not; when you around niggaz, check 'em out
  Some is bout it, most individuals plots
  and run the spots, some choose to stay to theyselves
  While others have no cares and stay in jail
  More than fifty percent of us
  endin up with holes through the chest
  through the head, through the gut it shows
  The future for us young shooters and old killers
  Who become rich as dope dealers?
  Nothing left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments
  Thug coaches with subs sittin on the bench; either that or rap
  We want the fast way outta this trap
  Whether it be 9 to 5 or slangin crack
  To my deceased Gods wishin I could bring you back
  But life is a dream and y'all taught me that
  .. always survive.. but why?
  Always survive, always
  Still, we, will survive
  No matter what, my people just stay alive
  Still, we, will survive
  No matter what, my people just stay alive
  Still, we, will survive (no matter what)
  Still, we, will survive (no matter what)
  Still, we, will survive

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  These Are Our Heroesshow lyrics

  These Are Our Heroes

  "This ain't for everybody. Y'all know who y'all are
  Yeah you, y'all know who y'all are. These are our heroes."
  Let's hear it, one for the coons on UPN 9 and WB
  Who 'Yes Massa' on TV, what ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox's?
  Never got Emmy's but were real to me
  Let's hear it, two for the spooks who do cartwheels
  'Cause they said they played they parts well
  Now they claim caviar, hate that oxtail
  Lambda Sigma Phi badge on lapel
  Whitey always tell him, "Ooh, he speak so well"
  Are you the one we look to, the decent Negro?
  The acceptable Negro -- hell nah
  But they say, "These are our heroes"
  Uh, Massa used to breed us to be bigger to go play
  Athletes of today in the NBA, make me proud
  But there's somethin' they don't say
  Keep gettin' accused for abusin' White pussay
  From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe
  First he played his life cool just like Michael
  Now he rock ice too just like I do
  Yo, you can't do better than that?
  The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat?
  Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back
  Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you
  You turn around then you shit on Shaq
  Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes
  He love a little butt crack, got enough cash
  Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you
  To do something for the youth, stupid spoof
  But you let them use you as an example
  They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full
  You Homey The Clown, bowtie, apple pie, Bo Jangles
  But we love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
  But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black
  but your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque
  You don't ride for the facts like um, say Scarface
  You don't know what you feel, y'all too safe
  Election done came and went, y'all worked so hard for it
  Huh, and in the end we all got dicked
  These are our heroes, thanks a lot public school systems still rot
  Still harassed by cops, snitches on blocks
  Sellin they peoples out - some real folks with clout
  Tavis Smiley, Michael Eric Dyson
  Stokely Carmichael, let's try to be like them
  Nicky Giovanni poetical black female
  Jim Brown to the people who sing well from
  Fela to Miriam Makeba
  The mirror says you are the next American leader
  So don't be, acceptin new 'We are the World' records
  These pickaninnies get with anything to sell records
  Cause it's trendy to be the conscious MC
  But next year, who knows what we'll see?
  Ha-Ha, these are our heroes
  "Yeah, I wanna give a special shoutout to the -- y'know
  the crew doin' they thing out there reppin' us hard
  Big up to Tiger Woods. Yeah, ya don't stop. Big up
  to Cuba Gooding Jr. Y'know, yeah, y'know. Tay Diggs
  what up my nigga. Yeah, ha-ha. And you don't quit
  and ya don't quit, and ya don't stop and ya don't quit."
  "Yeah-Yeah, what you doin' for the hood though
  homie? What you doin' for the hood, man? Look at
  all that paper. Drivin' around like a playboy in
  my hood. What type of shit is that?"
  "I'm outta here. Please, excuse me, 'xcuse me -- please
  Let me get to my limousine, I'm outta here. I know, I
  got a plane to catch. And I love you back. Ha-Ha
  yeah yeah -- And I'm outta here. A-ha-ha -- PEACE."
  "Come on nigga, give back to the hood. Cocky

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  Suspect

  It was a murder
  Jake just hit the corner people swarming
  Three in the morning I jumped out my cab like "Fuck,
  niggaz is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes red
  I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked"
  I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla
  I'm all high it's late I'm looking down at the fella
  Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion
  His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk
  It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder
  that the street's designed to stop your life, plot
  The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell
  First time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail
  Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell
  My niggas never snitch why tell
  We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities
  Queens'll be the death of me
  To the suspect witness don't come outside
  You might get your shit pushed back tonight
  (Suspect witness don't come outside
  You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
  Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches infested
  Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the witness
  My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence
  Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless
  Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite
  Ten millis, mix designed just for my physique
  I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely
  My pants hang low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly
  Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese
  Rollin two Phillies together make blunts Siamese
  I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of
  early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards
  Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive
  A Million Man March, alert the masses
  Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my glasses
  Don assassins, armageddon, the wettin'
  Never freakin the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened
  Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin'
  Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione -- are you the type of nigga
  to shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tome
  Niggaz get hit and wrap the plastic
  The mic I strike in vain givin the pain of what a Mack is
  What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia
  No need to check the clock, the streets are timin you
  It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin shit mesmerized
  Mega live, like the third world
  Decipher my deceiver make him a believer
  Spitting jim stars, words in my mic ttype receiver
  Bond is my life so I live by my word
  Never fraudulent Queensbridge don't make no herbs
  Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin

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  EVERYBODY'S CRAZY

  Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
  Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god
  D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings
  Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful
  Gangster see gangster do I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
  Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor
  More knowledge than Webster dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em
  the first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
  The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up
  My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
  Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers
  But they small as a shanty in a African village
  Soft as cotton candy we assassins and killers
  Let shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familia
  You screaming like you love war
  Everybody's crazy
  Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get done get stomp get drop
  Ladies love thugs and my thug love hip hop
  Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
  Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass
  You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo fag
  You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em
  8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
  Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it's laying
  No analog it's digital criminals turned rapper times is changing
  niggaz get flashier houses more plusher
  Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger
  Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a glock they keep squeezing
  Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing
  I'm light year far your mouth get all white
  when I'm near you I frighten your heart
  I want you to watch me notice stare look closely
  Feel I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you
  Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it, you older than most dudes
  Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but
  I know where niggaz sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots
  War plus money man I got too many spots
  Hungry niggaz get tutored to thinking new shit to come up
  Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up
  Not me your not ready I'm low but I be watching
  We all connected so your man know my man
  Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up
  Beat cases and now niggaz back on the block what
  Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive
  Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job
  Peep niggaz that go t prices on their head so high
  Their own my will take the contract surprise
  So we play a mental game intimidation
  Got pussy niggaz get pressed up on and paying
  I wish these niggaz would step up wait for the day an
  Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying
  Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe
  I got some niggaz with acid get it thrown in your face
  Play dirty catch your moms in J-30

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  Escobar '97

  Honies, cash, weed, cars
  Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
  Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
  Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar
  The path we all walk, starts out long it's like a boardwalk
  Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy
  Happy days balancing with life's atrocities
  Hoppin' in V's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly
  High up in a five realizing the price paid
  For this life laid in the light shade
  One might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl
  Quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it
  Pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless
  Pro-ball players with white wives, peep they night lives
  While you could catch me in a crisp white five
  Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on, my theme song
  Love and happiness, how can it seem wrong?
  I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts
  Now I grown up, got it chromed up
  Got the rap game sewn up, sho-nuff
  Niggas acting cool but it's really no love
  I feel a slow buzz, off the dutch
  This is everyday, every second
  Got to make it pay, every lesson I learnt
  Got me open while most of these rappers'll stay burnt
  Honies, cash, weed, cars
  Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
  Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
  Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar
  Money, cash, weed, cars
  Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
  Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
  Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar
  With so much drama in QBC
  It's kinda hard being Escobarro
  Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
  My life is like a Donald Goines novel
  We wave glasses like bravo
  Drunk niggas with mad problems, and shot pockets
  My niggas from the block rock this
  Box cocaine, cook it and chop it
  Looking to profit, in different ways
  Goin' through this difficult stage, called life
  But each year my physical's praised
  Some fell beyond the reach of help
  Cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach theyself
  When all we wanted was a piece of wealth
  And randomly, feed our family, the streets are insanity
  Amply, living in this thug's fantasy
  Richest nigga in show biz is what I plan to be
  Heavy chain and my QB sway, living this king's life
  Magazines write about me, in this dream it's all tight
  Honies, cash, weed, cars
  Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
  Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
  Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar
  Money, cash, weed, cars
  Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
  Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
  Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar
  Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain
  Iced the chain and all the followers came
  They tried to throw me off track but I caught that
  They thought I lost that but I'm continuing to make more stacks
  Halftime, New York state of mind, it was written was hittin'
  Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
  Sleepin' on the plane wake up when we land
  Feelin' real scared, on the ground
  Rollie flush, princess cuts, and large rounds
  The crews up, findin' time to shine rocks
  It's real, you violate, be in a pine box
  If it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy
  I didn't make the game, the game made me
  Records for the babies so they raised up in mansions
  Haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep glancing

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  Gangsta Tears

  [Chorus 2X: Nas]
  (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only a few can feel my pain
  (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if I could show you
  (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if you was in this game
  (I'm cryin gangsta tears) You'd feel the whirlwind blow you
  [Nas]
  My daily dose is ferocious
  I smoke dope, just as strong as opium
  Hopin I'm close to just breakin frustration;
  speakin on podiums
  Facin this cold world head-on, dead on arrivals
  Young black, poor education guns crack
  The gang violence done that
  Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches
  dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke, clubs open
  Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires
  Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in
  Huh, I'm at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac
  To' back, know dat soldiers is packin no secret
  Though I'm broken hearted women done left me hopeless in darkness
  Smokin, driftin in sickness, stand by oceans watch the sun glisten
  I'm soul-searchin, I'm soul-hurtin
  What happens when money don't make you happy
  I wish this on no person
  Ate at the classy places, made all my fashion statements
  I got no friends I'm lonely, don't want no pity save it
  [Chorus]
  [Nas]
  Yo, ride in the nighttime, I'm high, got on my flight suit
  Hood with the night sign, dark colors on
  Pull up the block my brother's on
  I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police
  Guns on our hip, fiends want a fix, stumblin tricks (right here)
  We left the drug game alone
  Brothers is jealous cause we still call the hood our home
  What could you tell us?
  At funerals my eyes swell up (damn)
  Look at my dog lay in the casket
  Twin shotgun barrels had blasted
  And rest in peace for him, is all I could whisper
  as I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin
  It's part of God's plan, but why so many niggaz have to die?
  It's crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by
  Bandana covers my eye, I'm scopin through the room
  I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons
  And yet I feel responsible when my nigga's pronounced dead
  inside the hospital, I wish there's somethin I could do, but..
  [Chorus]

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  Find Your Wealth

  1st verse:
  From breaking atoms to illmatic to going platinum
  niggas did change course from ripping it wit Main Source
  9 1 9 2 time flew out the blue
  time for a new young king to rule
  younger frame older state of mind
  find my name on a oage in ya Quran
  I learnt that in '89 when I was slingin' cocaine & baby nines
  put it in rappin' I gave y'all a way to rhyme
  GOD guides us from public assistance, to high risers
  condos, houses where y'all can't find us
  move on ya cliques in silence, get wetted up,
  my meal everyday was a slice & 7up
  took advice from a street legend, I didn't even been change
  too protect the innocent, witnessing, mistakes,
  visits at fuckin wakes, cause jealously infiltrates,
  and seals ya fate.
  (CHORUS)
  Look way deep inside yourself
  discover the diamond inside
  find ya wealth
  once you get it
  you gotta live it
  then live it
  niggas don't never wanna see you wit it
  you know
  can't come close enough to touch the dough
  the lifestyle I live is untouchable
  so we clutch a few
  guns that a touch a crew
  cause we learnt to what the hustlas do.
  2nd verse:
  Different ways to come out the hood, in cuffs or a casket
  or crazy or shooting a 3-pointer basket
  or maybe, its the rap shit, all types of tactics
  we used to get dough
  some choose kickin' in doors
  I ask a reverend, my mother, and her best friend
  less thean ten, years ago for me to get dough
  what y'all recommend, it's outta dope, weed or blow
  cause high school was slow, and jewelry was hot
  duckin' crewency cops, trains I hop
  to make it downtown, sisqo in my veins, pissed between trains
  hit Canal St. just lookin' at rings, outside through a glass,
  went in the store and asked,how much it cost?
  Korean man brushing me off, for some other big time customer,
  probably a hustla, who looked down at my small chain
  and chuckled up,
  I said I'll be just like you soon muthafucka what!
  CHORUS
  3rd verse:
  Sit amongst niggas who get life and throw a smile at the judge,
  wildest thugs, who blow trial, exhile from the hood,
  keepin' bitches coming through on visits,
  you will survive, them weak freaks think you finished
  ya first tiime in you known for poppin' ya toast
  by ya third year in you forgetten by most
  wife cut the modenr day life, bitch now right
  friends actin' like they don't be gettin' ya kife
  every year niggas come home, in no time they get killed
  not even home a month and they get peeled backwards
  in they on backyard on the park, one shot to the head
  two the heart, you should be smart
  in the projects who gonna die next, hoodrats know
  who let they gats blow, and who keep cash flow
  like the bitch who know the rats wit the good ass blow
  blunts be as good ass fold, as you twisting ya dro!
  CHORUS 2X

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  2nd Childhood

  Yeah, hahaha
  "Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be"
  "Nas.."
  Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
  Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap
  As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube
  Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube
  Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice
  Geronimo po-lice jumpin out Chryslers, easywider paper
  Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla
  Outside was psychoes, killers
  Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey
  R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey
  Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters
  My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
  I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin
  Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin
  Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily
  Y'all actin like some old folks y'all don't hear me
  Yo I'm in my second childhood
  "Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be"
  "N-A-S" - "Nas.."
  "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge"
  "Make everything right.." - "Get yours, nigga"
  Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms crib
  Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid
  Cornrows in his hair, still slingin, got a crew
  They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview
  Got babies by different ladies high smokin L's
  in the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well
  When his stash slow, he be crazy
  Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
  Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
  They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds
  So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years
  Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs
  All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night
  with young dudes it's them he wanna be like
  It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up
  31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second childhood
  Baby girl she's always talkin name droppin hangin late
  Drinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin
  E poppin Ecstasy takin, won't finish her education
  Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with limitations
  Lustin men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel
  With nothin in her bank account frontin she do well
  Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve
  He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse
  No job never stay workin, mad purty
  Shorty they call her the brain surgeon
  Time flyin she the same person, never matures
  All her friends married doin well
  She's in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12
  Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights
  Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood

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  Affirmative Action

  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
  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
  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
  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
  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

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  Wanna Play (Rough)

  Verse One:
  Yo the Lord is my shepard
  The sword is my weapon
  Reward is a blessin' that comes from the struggle
  shoes been scuffled blood's been shed another Mother loses a son
  'cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun
  before they choose an education
  but once dead their ain't no awakenin'
  so like once said life aint for fakin
  yo you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em?
  fuck waitin'
  got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation
  everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satan
  when I aim I aint missin', master of assasination'
  I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo
  rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth
  is this the truth?
  this is what we do, sip a brew
  wait around his crib until it turns around two AM
  as soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em
  you guys got fat while I was away, so start payin'
  Chorus - Okay, you wanna play rough?!
  (gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3X,
  Okay yo, we could play rough!
  Verse Two:
  Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough?
  who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck
  I aint order cable, why in the fuck these niggas
  ducked in they seat? are they lookin' for me?
  but I aint do shit, could it be that niggas thought
  I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did
  may they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop shit
  P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips
  put these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is
  pull the strap from under the seat
  back up in the street
  watch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep
  take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat
  empty every shell in their direction
  its you, I should've guessed it!
  same niggas that I was connected wit', I know sent you
  now I'm'a take you off here, you dont know what you got into
  Chorus
  Verse Three:
  Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said
  shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome
  never thought I'd be in his home
  with his wife taped up for my niggas to bone
  fuckin' with me, you should've known
  I'll have 'em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstone
  what money can do, get you hit for less than a G
  for threatenin' me
  I'm'a do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for free
  killin' you niggas with nothin'
  left him dead, engine runnin'
  you the only I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin'
  look at your Woman, anal ripped out, its your fault
  they gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it
  but before I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib
  for pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live
  shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back
  I'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Mac
  niggas treat you like Fam, and you on it like that?
  now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats
  gettin' even's never wrong, its only right to react
  eye for an eye, 'cause the sweetest part is payback
  somebody kncokin', who dat?
  "a cop man", let him in
  and give that mothafucka one under the chin
  cant believe this nigga down with the Feds!
  the copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead
  dont explain, I put the pound on his head
  blew 'em! before that I cant remember the last time I said......
  Okay, so we gonna play rough!
  Chorus

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  Warrior Song

  Uh, If I can teach somethin' so dear
  And hope somebody learn somethin' from it
  And give it back
  They can't break me or shake me
  They too fake to come kill me
  Think they faith this was satan
  They mistake me I'm filthy
  Rich off the ghetto madness, so now they wanna dare me
  It's gonna be a murder confront me, the burners are empty
  Middle Passage I made it I'm from the land of David
  The Nazarene of Bethlehem they had me wrapped in blankets
  That bunch of backward gangsters
  That sign of Alpha Davis
  Snitches with smile-like faces got you blowin' trial I hear this
  Hopin' my child can see through this tryna be a good daddy
  I was there when she was born and she'll be there when I'm buried
  Kind o' waitin' is scary
  All my years have prepared me
  What I fear is my temper, I subject to the center
  Right through a man's soul
  Straight through his eyes, straight through his heart I'm still alive how did I make it this far
  'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go
  Every single night I pray
  And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found
  I guess it's just a warrior's way
  This is the song, for my warriors
  A warrior song Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior
  Definition of a warrior
  Gonna keep marchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum
  Like King Nasir fightin' the
  British regime I can't cope my existence is hope for younger teens who lost in their world
  Earlier this year I buried my queen in a gold casket
  Your mother's the closest thing to
  God that you ever have kid I'm askin, what would you do at your own mom's funeral
  Wanna pick her up out of it, this can't be real
  Tellin' my daughter grandma's gone, but
  I can't keep still I can't go on, responsible for so many
  Her last days at the hospital
  Visits from family I'm tryin' not to bust shots at niggas
  Wishin' death on other nigga's mothers ain't right but why mommy
  She raised me in the projects alone
  Her untimely exit from her, heavenly body
  Got me ready to embody somethin' quickly
  Can't be happy, fuck a party she can't party with me
  So your apologies are burnin' ya own souls
  To the kids with no parents at home, grab a whole
  This is the song, for my warriors
  A warrior song
  Bravehearted and strong, definition of a warrior
  (Uh, warriors)
  Gonna keep marchin' on, to the sound of her own beatin' drum
  Fight 'til the fight is over, for my peoples I die see
  When you thought they were soldiers they turned out to be nobodies
  I think they out to get me, helpless was livin' sinful If you was me
  all this pain I'm feelin would bend and killed you
  (I'm a Warrior)
  It only made me stronger
  But in my head it gets darker who wishin' evil on ya
  Sometimes I wish I was dead
  But I took heed to the cause
  (I'm a Warrior, yeah)
  'Cause I been high I been low, searchin' for a way to go
  Every single night I pray
  And Lord I'm on this battleground, lost just waitin' to be found I guess it's just a warrior's way
  To my warriors
  To all these, baby Krucial
  Keys! Braveheart y'all
  This to all my warriors, who breathe with the heart of a lion
  To everybody that lost their mother, their father
  Rest in peace moms!
  My mother's last words:
  Never give up
  A true warrior, who raised me in the hood, in a war
  Love ya girl, y'kno keep marchin'
  Yea yea yea, you never give up
  To all my warriors, haha
  Braveheart, Braveheart

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  Watch Dem Niggas

  They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive
  It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this
  A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be chasin down your prime time
  Food for thought or rather mind wine
  The Don Juan, features the freak shit, my thesis
  on how we creep quick, fuckin your wife that ain't so secret
  It's mandatory - see that pussy, they hand it to me
  I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
  There ain't no drama that my niggaz never handle for me
  My gator brand is Maurry, walkin through rough land before me
  where the snakes put a smile on they face, hopin and prayin I'm stuck
  Scopin they lay in the cut, weighin my luck
  Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
  Winkin at some females cops with cocked gauges
  Really it's papers I'm addicted to, wasn't for rap then I'll be stickin you
  The mag inside the triple goose
  Face down on the floors, the routine
  Don't want hear nobody blow steam, just cream or it's a smoke screen
  Imagine that - that's why I hardly kick the braggin raps
  I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
  Watch dem niggas that be close to you
  And make sure they do what they supposed to do
  Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
  Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
  Now how can I perfect this (uhh, what)
  livin reckless, die for my necklace
  Crime infected, drivin a Lexus with a death wish
  Jettin, checkin my message on the speaker
  Boppin to Mona Lisa brown reefer, ten G's, gun and my Visa
  CD crankin, doin ninety on the Franklin-D-Roosevelt
  No seat belt, drinkin and thinkin
  My man caught a bad one son, niggaz is frightened
  Secret indictments, adds on to one seekin enlightment
  My Movado says seven, the God hour, that's if you follow
  traditions started by the school not far from the Apollo
  My "Fuck Tommorrow" motto through the eyes of Pablo
  Escobar the desperado - word to Cus D'Amato
  Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you
  And make sure they do what they supposed to do
  Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
  Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
  Watch dem niggas that's close to you
  And make sure they do what they supposed to do
  Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you
  Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
  Some niggaz watch you (uh) see you when you think on the low
  Ain't hard to spot you, you swore to keep it real after you blow
  Three ki's, new V's, went to Anguilla with your hoe
  Stayed around the hood, smoothest cat, gettin the dough
  Them old timers, advise you to them problems that's ahead
  Drama with the Feds, not listenin just bobbin your head
  Your Roley shinin, thinkin to yourself nobody's takin mine
  At the same time, your hoe is gettin snatched from behind
  Put in the van, where's the hundred grand, script in her hand
  From all the ice, wouldn't you know -
  - you knew these niggaz all your life
  What made them mark you victim, you fucked up somehwere down the line
  now they had to target your Wisdom
  She took em to your place, straight to your safe
  You doubted it could happen sick of yappin
  Dump in your ride, headed to your side
  Puffin ganja get to your crib, can't find her
  Just a reminder shit and have your stash house where you crash out
  Coulda passed out, your coke was gone, now you assed out
  Dead bitches tell no lies, you should use your eyes
  Got to watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)
  And make sure they do what they supposed to do (what, hah)
  Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (mmm)
  Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways
  Watch dem niggas that's close to you (uhh)
  And make sure they do what they supposed to do
  Cause you know they be thinkin about smokin you (uh-huh)
  Never personal, nowadays, it's the ways

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  Zone Out

  Braveheart for life
  So y'all wit me? Yea, What, Yea
  Why don't y'all blast on these niggas, man
  Tuck in your chain put your watch in your pocket
  Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects
  We live the life where the blood spills
  Same thing that get you cash nigga, get you killed
  Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him
  Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone 'n
  Sloppy, droppin' you birds
  Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve
  No bullshit
  Back in ya hand, find me
  Call Earl, death is the ways of the world
  Y'all made criminals
  Tryin' to wild out there so crack, bust guns at Bow Wow's age
  Fightin' in jail, lookin' for heaven, livin' in hell
  Fuckin 'em hos, born to cope since I was 12
  Way too foul walk around all the time
  With a gray Mack 10 and a pocket full o' dimes
  Braveheart to the graveyard, let's go niggas
  Scared straight, but FUCK them hos
  Keep it, dead serious
  Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin',
  Now you sleep with them fishes
  G-W-I-Z, so delicious
  To all them ghetto and solo bitches in 'burban districts
  I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
  And this is the military turn it up
  My uzi weighs a ton, your son less thump nah
  Heat talk feet walk you run uh
  Rat ta-tat, Hear them shots come
  Drop son, pull out
  You better send 'em back son, or feel that casket
  The peeps be like one (one)
  I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
  G-O-D S-O-N I S-O-O-T-H-E a female's estrogen
  With my testosterone, male hormone
  Enough for a giant's body, science S-C-I-E-N-C-E
  Don't tempt me, EMS against you, me I'm just, invincible
  Like Mike Jack said, for me and Al Sharpton won't be Broke in Harlem
  That's that, who made this style, solo or X
  Are you TFO's doctor or Mobb Deep
  Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death
  I never wear Esco, I got a New Line comin' like cinemas
  Remember the, original, y'all still tryina show niggas are rich
  Town house niggas
  I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries
  Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired
  While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up
  A million of us, each nigga inchin' a bus
  You got a house in Virginia
  The only way you sicker than us
  Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck
  No need for the gun play, it's ok, 'cause you dyin' anyway
  Yo, this is for them High school drop outs
  Niggas who copped out
  If you prefer shots over knockouts
  Sniffin' coke, smokin' weed
  Sellin' crack, sellin' smack
  You thuggin' it, you ain't turn it back
  Braveheart's gettin' money ruthless 'till the world end
  Gettin' high with my enemy's girlfriend
  I used to have a bike on a bench
  Now I got a jeep on this trip
  Coke in the pot, heat on my head
  Nigga dont stop blazin' cuz ya target's movin'
  Shoot 'till the gun's empty stupid, Queens
  Niggas so ruthless, really excuses is
  Useless to these swift executioners
  And thats Queensbridge nigga, all day
  Pump packs o' crack, smoke purple haze
  Runnin from D's quickly knockout rookies
  G Wiz you know what I'm all about

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  Where Y'all At?show lyrics

  Where Y'all At?

  Where them gangsters at?
  Where them dumbs at?
  Where where them gangsters at?
  Where them dumbs at?
  Where them gangsters at?
  Where them dumbs at?
  Where where them gangsters at?
  Where them dumbs at?
  Where them gangsters at?
  Where them dumbs at?
  Where where them gangsters at?
  Where them dumbs at?
  Where them dumbs at?
  Where them dumbs at?
  Where where them dumbs at?
  Where where them dumbs at?
  I slow dance with the Devil
  Snow setting in the bezzle
  Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville
  Polo black scented, eyes squinted
  Air Force One's, with my own patent in it
  Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy
  Pagan holidays, are way far from my reality
  Far through Evisu jeans, lethal green
  Oliver peoples shades when I creep through Queens
  With no AKs, I'm the ambassador
  Robin Hood in the Aston Mart.
  Lotta blood gonna splash in war
  Task force homicide, federalies gonna arrest
  But y'all ain't never seen nothing
  Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project Bench
  That went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate
  Island Def Jam, guess how many dollars was spent
  To get the best man, yall niggaz ain't silencing shit
  Ya bench been wanna police the dick
  The big Benz, Imma model ya chick
  Was that posing, cash froze her
  Cats stroke her, once I smash it's over
  Cold like ice, more chains than slaves
  Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the channel
  Roll the dice, I bring change when I gamble
  I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handle
  The ill whip pusher, my spit wet ya
  If you stand close to the woofer
  Betcha get sprayed by my lecture
  Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular
  Give it up smooth, I ain't beggin ya
  Intelligent brainiac, brains maniac
  Back of the Maybach, taste that, don't waste that
  Eat with my elbows top of the table
  Street etiquette with speech impediments
  And s'til see presidents, no matter who paid
  Cause you ain't take the last dollar made
  Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it
  Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate
  Ask about Nashwan, could ask about Jung
  Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I'm from
  Q Boro, specifically The Bridge
  Don't ask no more question, ya know what it is
  Whether chrome sparking or loan sharking
  Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug traffic
  My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has what
  Financer, skull doo wrapped up
  Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or first floor
  Diversified all my circle
  Amid the most sickest groom the proof swiftness
  Numero uno, annuit coeptis
  That's the language of our Latin ancestors
  On the back of a dollar, the plan and the message
  In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria
  My criteria, smoke cigars
  Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll
  With a broke guitar, diamonds flashing
  Almost put a million cash in, in my mommy casket

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  Where Are They Now?

  ("HIT MEH!!")
  Redhead Kingpin, Tim Dog, have you seen 'em?
  Kwame, King Tee or King Sun
  Super Lover Cee, Casanova Rud
  Antoinette, Rob Base never showin up
  You see Black Sheep, Group Home, Busy Bee?
  Ask Ill and Al Skratch, (Where My Homiiies?)
  Leave it to y'all, these niggaz left for dead
  Last week my man swore he saw Special Ed
  Rap is like a ghost town, real mystic
  Like these folks never existed
  They the reason that rap became addictive
  Play they CD or wax and get lifted
  I recommend when your kid turn ten
  Let him hear Spice 1, made plenty noise
  .. Positive K, Father MC, the Skinny Boys
  Where are they now?
  (HEY!! Where are, where are they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhhh HEY!)
  Where are they now?
  (HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?)
  ("HIT MEH!!")
  See I remember them forever
  The original Spinderella
  Lakim Shabazz, 9 MM
  Fu-Schnickens, Buckshot, Finesse, and Sequence
  ..Who was a (Rappin' Duke?) Da-ha!
  Silk tie and leather was cute
  Body and soul was Dee from Pump It Up's group
  Oaktown 357, J.J. Fad too
  had pop hits and gold ropes
  Where my man Young MC and Tone Loc?
  Kris Kross, the BO$$, Divine Styler
  Def Jef of course let's break it down ta
  Mic Geronimo, Pharcyde and Coolio
  I heard Craig Mack back in the studio
  Have you seen these lost MC's?
  Funky Four Plus One, Force M.D.'s
  Miss Melody, I hope she packin' a bankroll
  As well as educated rap for ice and Kangol
  Shante, she from around my way yo
  EPMD, K-Solo, where are they now?
  (HEY!! Where are, where are they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhhh HEY!)
  Where are they now?
  (HEY! Hit me! Where are they nooooooow?)
  ("HIT MEH!!")
  QB...
  First off this ain't no diss record
  This for some of my homies that were misrepresented...
  Legends of the game, y'know?
  What up to Moe Dee the legend? Rest in peace Cowboy!
  Yeah, all the rappers...male, female, DJ's, e'rybody!
  Rest in peace Jam-Master Jay, the whole crew, word up...
  Juice Crew All-Stars, MC Shan, Tragedy, Craig G...
  Yeah nigga, yeah nigga...
  Shan whaddup baby?

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  The World Is Yoursshow lyrics

  The World Is Yours

  Featuring: Pete Rock
  Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this? It's yours
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this?
  I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged
  Then writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
  To hold the mic I'm throbbin', mechanical movement
  Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit
  The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
  The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
  The mind activation, react like I'm facin' time like
  'Pappy' Mason with pens I'm embracin'
  Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
  Suede Timbs on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
  Whether crusin' in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
  I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep
  I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep
  I'm out for presidents to represent me
  I'm out for presidents to represent me
  I'm out for dead presidents to represent me
  Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this? It's yours
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this?
  To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
  To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
  I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin' guns in all my baby pictures
  Beef with housin' police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's
  Yet I'm the mild, money gettin' style, rollin' foul
  The versatile, honey stickin' wild, golden child
  Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
  Or caught by the Devil's lasso, shit is a hassle
  There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays
  While all the old folks pray, to Jesus' soakin' they sins in trays
  Of holy water, odds against Nas are slaughter
  Thinkin' a word best describin' my life, to name my daughter
  My strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection
  Born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction
  How ya livin' large, a broker charge, cards are mediocre
  You flippin' coke or playin' spit spades in strip poker
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this? It's yours
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this? Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this? It's yours
  It's yours
  I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
  For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
  Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
  I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
  I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
  'Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
  Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
  Picturin' my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
  And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up
  Even my brain's in handcuffs
  Headed for Indiana stabbin' women like the Phantom
  The crew is lampin' big Willie style
  Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
  Stash through the flock wools, burnin' dollars to light my stove
  Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin' Danes plus the games
  People play, bust the problems of the world today
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this? It's yours
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this? Yeah the world is yours, the world is yours
  It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
  Whose world is this? It's yours
  Break it down
  Yea aight? To everybody in Queens, the foundation
  The world is yours, to everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours
  The world is yours to everybody in Brooklyn
  Y'all know the world is yours
  The world is yours
  Everbody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours
  Long Island, yo the world is yours
  Staten Island, yea the world is yours

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  The Second Comingshow lyrics

  The Second Coming

  [Nas]
  Third grade, singin Star Spandled Banner
  Using proper manners, learned to handle anger
  Animal behavior
  Later on my block rockin wit my jocks on
  Eating Bon Ton cheese popcorn, hummin a KISS rock song
  Socks long to my knees
  Summer breeze runnin through the leaves
  Playin freeze tag, can I stay out, please dad?
  Can I hang wit my little gang out?
  Hearin shots rang out, heard my moms call my name out
  Come upstairs, run up stairs
  Take a bath, shit stained underwears
  Wipe yourself wit paper
  Bad little ass in my bed at 8:30
  Wash my plate, ate dinner up late
  Gazing at the wall, prayin basketball
  Was my future for this young one
  Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
  Later shootin guns fantasizing
  Fascinated by gold rope chains
  Looking back at my hood days but things ain't change
  [Chorus] *all Nas samples* 2x
  "Nasty-Nasty-Nasty Nas is a rebel to America"
  "Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure"
  "It's like that, you know it's like that"
  "Nas-Nas'll catch wreck", "You got the mad fat fluid"
  [Nas]
  Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes
  Pinky rings, bank robbers wit two's, boss of wild crews
  Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats
  Cadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel spokes
  They was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood
  They had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood
  They played the Cotton Club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
  Plush minks, pimped out gangstas, civil rights wasn't won
  E'ry Christmas they was Santa Claus
  Nixon was the anti-christ
  Bitches ass was bigger than sniffin nose candy white
  Listenin to Malcom speak, talcum powder shaving cream
  Layin back, barber chair, straight razor clean
  Babies is born, big families started to blossom
  Mad people just applied for apartments and got em
  Used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers
  From tommy guns to mac 10's
  QB's new born killers (shit is changed)
  Chorus 2x
  [Nas]
  Yo everytime I turn around, niggas shot, niggas stabbed
  Winter nights, pregnant girls strugglin to get a cab
  Fiends lurkin, D's searchin, pat pockets
  Kids quick to bed but they heads from gats poppin
  Queensbridge slingers hoppin out Benzes, don status
  Dope fiends got syringes, poppin out they arms sractchin
  I remember park jams
  Gazelles, perfect wave shell
  Adidas, smellin reefer way before purple haze
  Private stock bare, niggas wit ill walks like Mark Clare
  Hats tilted, wild niggas lickin shots in the air
  Me and Pop was there, through the years our names would switch
  Ain't nuttin changed but the names Nastradamus and Blizz
  What project is this?
  QB, Vernon and Tenth
  12th Street, murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat
  What could you tell me, nigga's seen it all in this game
  When it's all said and done, just remember my name

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  The Flyestshow lyrics

  The Flyest

  Geah
  Peace king
  Peace king
  Listen, they wrote a book on your life
  Right
  You think anybody'll read it?
  No fuckin doubt!
  Let's make history homey
  Aight then
  You know we brought the hoes clothes and money rolls to the table
  No, fuckin, doubt
  It's time to manifest this
  Shit we the flyest nigga
  Bring it to a whole, y'know?
  Gangsta nigga
  Niggaz better watch ya back, it's so cold
  Pinky rings shinin, so act like y'don't know
  Bitches in heat for niggaz that got dough
  We the flyest gangsters
  What you don't got is my natural glow
  Countin out stacks and mackin out hoes
  Pushin big dicks and packin our chrome
  We the flyest gangsters
  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, it's 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
  Dough forever, the live stay low forever
  And fuck niggaz, cause it's hard to keep them close together
  One dependant, no wife, one co-defendant
  No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance
  I do what I can do when I can do it
  Feel how I feel when I feel what I'm feelin
  Live how I live it's only cause I been through it
  Learn to try it like to eat it and shit it's nuttin to it
  Burn it light it weed it and off the liquor, while drivin outside
  I'll never catch a vehicular homicide
  My music is a description of my vibe of course
  My life, my sites, my thoughts, what I like on my fork
  Cause you are what you eat, you eat what you can
  You pray to bless the food but first you wash your hands
  to wash away them bad spirits, don't bring it in your home
  Once you let them in they stayin, evil be gone, say it
  I'm proud of Mase for givin himself to the Lord
  Wanted his Faith, think about Big anymore
  Of course my nigga Horse got married, see shit is changin
  We ain't these little niggaz no more, runnin dangerous
  I like to bone, I'm a peaceful brother
  Eat up so much the girls call me seafood lover
  Be havin they legs shakin, stab 'em, break 'em
  I'm Hercules Hercules when havin relations, the flyest
  We put this on the, soul of our born
  As we hold the Qu'ran
  Kamikaze style
  Older cats coachin us on
  Yo it's kill or be killed
  Understand, real'll be real
  A forty-shot spectrum MAKE YOUR WHOLE EMBASSY KNEEL
  Identity sealed, protected by
  our energy shield
  And fuck a drop, cause that's that shit that got Kennedy killed
  Close the books
  Was taught never expose a crook
  Between the knight and the bishop
  Wanna knock ya rook; I'm a rare breed never had a fair to lead
  I ain't light niggaz recite
  Too impaired to breathe
  WE BOTH HARD HIT JUST LIKE CAMACHO AND VARGAS, WHO'S THE TARGET?

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  Take It In Blood

  "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that"
  Yo; I never brag, how real I keep it, cause it's the best secret
  I rock a vest, prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus
  in a Lex watchin Kathie Lee and Regis
  My actions are one with the seasons
  A tec squeezin - executioner, winter time I rock a fur
  Mega popular, center of attraction
  Climaxin, my bitches they be laughin
  They high from sniffin coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
  City lights spark a New York night
  Rossi and Martini sippin, Sergio Tachinni flippin mad pies
  low price, I blow dice and throw em
  Forty-five by my scrotum, manifest the "Do or Die" slogan
  My niggaz roll in ten M3's
  Twenty Gods poppin wheelies on Kawasaki's
  Hip-Hop's got me on some ol', sprayin shots like a drumroll
  Blankin out and never miscount the shells my gun hold
  I don't stunt, I regulate
  Henny and Sprite, I seperate, watchin crab niggaz marinate
  I'm all about tecs and good jooks and sex
  Israelite books, holdin government names from Ness
  MC's are crawlin out, every hole in the slum
  You be aight like blood money in a pimp's cum
  "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that"
  "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that..
  .. for, you wack MC's"
  Currency is made in trust of the Messiah
  I'm spending it to get higher
  Earth, Wind, and Fire singing reasons why I'm
  up early, trustworthy is a nine that bust early
  Sunshine on my grill, I spill
  Remi on imaginary graves, put my hat on my waves
  Latter Day Saints say religious praise
  I dolo, challenge any team or solo
  You must be buggin out, new to my shit, home on a furlough
  Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up
  Mafioso, gettin niggaz wigs sprayed up
  Skies are misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
  I'll one day walk into shots drunk off champange from Sicily
  This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma
  in a sentence, paragraph's indented
  Bloodshot red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye
  Openin cigars, let tobacco fly
  Condos are tuneproof, we're looking out the sky's moonroof
  Shittin like gin and prune juice
  Yo the system wants the coon's noose, hang em high
  Courtrooms filled up, it's off the hook while I
  just wrote a statement, like I'm facing twenty years
  in the basement - chilling on the via with Mumia
  for wearin chrome - I told the judge snakes slither
  like Sharon Stone, but like Capone I'm thrown (yo)
  "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that"
  "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that..
  .. for, you wack MC's"
  "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that"
  "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that..
  .. for, you wack MC's"
  Lyrical, ly-lyrical mission..
  Lyrical..
  Yo the time is wastin, I use the mind elevation
  Dime sack lacin, court pen pacin
  Individual, lyrical math abrasion
  Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation
  We livin in, dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives
  A lifestyle where bad streets is patternized
  Wise men build and destroy
  While the real McCoy dopefiend, named Detroit is still dealin boy
  Coke suppliers actin biased
  Cause rumors say that niggaz wear wires and we liars
  But every night the gat's fired, and every day a rat's hired
  I still remain the mack flyest in the phat Kani, it's --
  -- just the killer in me, slash drug dealer MC
  Ex-slug filler, semi mug peeler
  Demi, bottles of Mo', yo simply follow me flow
  Put poetry inside a crack pot and blow
  rough holes for cracked out pussies and buttholes
  Bring the G's and the D's roll, they can't touch those
  Why shoot the breeze about it, when you could be about it?
  My degrees are routed, toward the peasy haired brick houses
  instead of the fake medallions
  Rich niggaz transport in thousands
  Foreign cash exchange amountin to millions
  Doors is locked, rocks is chopped, watch the cameras in the ceilings
  Trick bitches catching mad feelings
  Peelin off in the Lex Jeep, techniques is four-wheelin
  I bet it be some shit when we connect with Stretch
  When we catch them sex niggaz with the tecs you blessed, word
  So now it's on, never wasted a slug,
  Time is money when it comes to mine, take it in blood
  "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that"
  "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin like that..
  .. for, you wack MC's"
  Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga
  Yeah, yo, offical Queensbridge murderers
  Mobb Deep keep it real though
  Motherfuckin AZ yo
  'Mega, 'Mega, whatever
  Scarlett O'Hara
  Yo, Fox Boogie
  East New York
  Gambo, Brownsville
  Wizard, Fort Rockaway
  Big Jersey
  Connecticut, D.C., Sudan
  V.A. ?? N.C., L.A.
  So on and so on...
  Big Ha, Houston Fifth Ward

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  Favor For A Favor

  Yo Nas..
  I don't think they wanna FUCK with this
  Gangsta shit.. fo' sho'
  ("Danger.. danger..")
  Check it out
  It's on, and once again I bring niggaz the rough
  Fuckin with us, that get you motherfuckers touched
  Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports Rally
  Beatin up the block, leavin these motherfuckers shot
  They ain't ready for the Nakamici
  I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze
  Now dey a motherfuckin see me
  They try to breeze me, but I got niggaz in New York
  comin kama-kize, sparkin this shit that keep me off the heezee
  Jay-Hovah, he with my man came over
  to scoop me, blowin dukey, in the black Range Rover
  Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for
  Tell these niggaz why we here
  Nuttin but the New York to Texas connection
  Nuttin but some real shit, what y'all expected
  Spaz out, some times dreamin, think I'm awoke
  Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke
  Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me
  that's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me
  I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian
  Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain
  My, Houston niggaz, come through for niggaz
  Scarface get a call and we shootin niggaz
  Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business
  Tryin to make future figures, we two of the illest, what?
  You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
  Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor)
  I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
  Any nigga can get it
  You say you got a problem? Then tell a nigga where he at
  So I can study his motions and peel his motherfuckin cap
  Where his brother go to school at? Find out some more information
  bout that bitch and hit a nigga right back
  Cause when it come down to the come down;
  I'ma pull the motherfuckin plug on him
  Walk up to his face and then gone
  Set a example, send these hoes a little message:
  They need to be more careful who they mess with, don't even stress it
  Leaded, I pull these capers all the time
  With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfuckin mind
  Him and whoever standin by, I'll tell these niggaz, "Let's go"
  And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die
  He fin' to die, throwin up his own blood
  With a slug in his motherfuckin mug
  I do this outta love, cause your money ain't no good here
  Just consider that as favor, until I need a favor
  A killer code, secret untold, how we bury beef with a rose
  To his wake we send a wreath that explodes
  Beneath us sleep with the Reaper, they sleep eyes closed
  That's how real Brad Jordan keep it, to him I owe
  Five fo-fo's ready, five masks, five mercedes
  Attack em like Freddie, then we toastin over spaghetti
  I share withcha drama, you share with mine
  That's how we killin two birds at the same time
  Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger
  with a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga
  Either way the heat is grave, fuck with 'Face we bring war
  Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw
  Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art
  And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin
  Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life
  Murder for a murder, and I got you it's vice versa

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  Familyshow lyrics

  Family

  Yo..
  Dunn you fam to me, and only family
  that can get that close to me
  Keep it type strong
  Blowin green that's keepin us goin
  Allah Havoc gettin right, on them 747
  Dunn you fam to me, and only family
  that can get that close to me
  Keep it type strong
  Blowin green that's keepin us goin
  Unconditional love showin
  Yo, yo, yo, yo
  Forty decide, on the First side right
  Me and my Dunns come from the slums
  You can't take the slums out my Dunns
  and that's how it is, that's how we live
  Sometimes I find myself wearin the same shit for days
  not carin, bout what they gon' think or say
  I got that, "I don't give a fuck" in me, it's stuck in me
  That's how I 'vantage over y'all niggaz, y'all too pretty
  We too gritty, like Sanford and Son (what)
  Too grimy like Pigpen with jewels on
  See we the top rap niggaz, the Q-Dogs
  You got a lot of nerve, puttin out them songs
  knowin that my niggaz come strong, so let's get it on
  We just gettin warm, Operation "Quiet Storm"
  Silent wars or we silence the fours
  Half P and I's got it in the smash for sure
  Now it's movies and soundtracks
  This is where your career stop at
  Aiyyo I drink to that
  I'm like a dictionary, y'all rappers exam me
  You ballet? They read your obituary, in front your family
  You should idolize Nas in the flesh
  Don't wait til I'm dead, to say I was the best, no doubt
  We shot hoops with coathangers, got loot with dopeslangers
  Sold soap to strangers, joked with danger
  Rob prostitutes, dodge cops in hot pursuit
  Bought weight from rosters, travel hot routes
  O.T. commute back and forth
  Tell shorty get that package off
  Fuck bein trapped up North, being told where to eat and shit
  Caught a case then I beat the shit
  Theives on the block flash badges, nylon jackets
  Big white boys with guns yellin, "Freeze black kids!"
  Got my niggaz in the pen, eatin octopus
  Wishin they was on the blocks with us
  to watch me and P do it (uh) put the heat to it (uh)
  Put it out, first day, the whole street knew it
  Bitches, hold they pussies and bop to the music
  and think deep to it, now who the truest?
  Yo..
  Dunn you fam to me, and only family
  that can get that close to me
  Keep it type strong
  Blowin green that's keepin us goin
  Allah Havoc gettin right, on them 747
  Dunn you fam to me, and only family
  that can get that close to me
  Keep it type strong
  Blowin green that's keepin us goin
  Unconditional love showin
  Yo you fam to me, and only family
  that can get that close to me
  Keep it type strong
  Blowin green that's keepin us goin
  Unconditional love showin
  Are you fam to me, and only fam to me
  that can get that close to me
  Keep it type strong
  Dirty fingernails, reachin in my pocket pullin knots out
  I daydream of better days, in different ways
  out this lifestyle we live, iced out with the big fifth
  That's why the burnt leather lean to the left
  Even though we gained cash on fish
  I'm trapped on reason bein we ain't all rich
  And I'ma be that same nigga for the door
  And I'ma still walk the same path, we soon clash
  We get stacks, you do the math
  We pound niggaz out, walk away and laugh
  Fresh from out the lab, P and Nastradamus kid
  Rap niggaz shit they drawers
  Yo they probably did
  I aircondition y'all niggaz, my prediction is you rewind this
  Your highness, Q-Boro's finest
  Click your Timbs three times, the wizard is Nas
  Grant you a wish, you get rich while listenin hard
  To my thugs in the prisonyard, bench-pressin 200 pounds and up
  Feelin like you down on your luck
  Raise up, I feel your pain, hit the law library
  Appeal the game, all eyes on me
  Restrained from, bein looked at, as uncivilized
  We epitomize thug song, y'all niggaz get mad
  Jealous rappers is puss, ain't got no style
  no heart and no look, shook
  Get stole on, my niggaz move right in the moonlight
  Y'all niggaz get done, I pee on them son, they a small issue
  We too official, blue steel pistols
  Teflon vests, it's no contest we hit you
  Dunn you fam to me, and only family
  that can get that close to me
  Keep it type strong
  Blowin green that's keepin us goin
  Unconditional love showin
  Yo, yo, yo, yo
  Forty decide, Forty-First side right
  Yeah youknahmsayin? Not for nuttin baby
  Knahmsayin wanna give a shout out to my peoples
  YouknowhatImean? Gamble, Ill Will
  Killa Black, my brother
  It's never gonna be another
  Word up..

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  Every Ghettoshow lyrics

  Every Ghetto

  Uhh... yeah... uhh...
  Blessings in life to the children
  They say life is like 5 days
  Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chair
  His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me
  Said evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me
  It occurred to me, this old nigga's words couldn't be realer
  I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta kill ya
  Cuz animals sence weakness, sharks smell blood in water
  Ishmael, Moses and Job, moved a divine order
  Shit is plastic material, havin' no life
  I crash whips and leave it no matter the price
  As long as I survive, coppin' the five
  Circle the block where the beef's at
  And park in front of my enemy's eyes
  They see that it's war we life stealers
  Hollow tip, lead busters there's no heaven or hell
  Dead is dead, fuckers
  And your soul is with God
  Your mind keeps lurkin' to earth
  Watchin' your own murder reoccur
  For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto
  For every nigga toned in the pain and heavy metal
  For every child that's born
  And every nigga gone
  And for every brotha breathin'
  Live to see another mornin'
  It's Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me
  Got knocked refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for me
  Basically I'm just reality loaded with vast stories
  Of lust, greed, and contempt no street is exempt
  Extended clip shots hoods barricaded for 6 blocks
  I sip shots, watchin' em hustlers pitch rocks
  All you paintin' pictures of my pain
  Illustrate the city in vain
  Fallin' deep into the pits of the game
  This is for the sickest state of mind
  In these fatal times, vesh crimes
  Nickel play the nine and niggas for the dime
  Hear the sounds of them baby's cry
  Still I'm sayin' why do we reside
  In the ghetto with a million ways to die
  Stayin' high to relieve the pain
  Breathin' in the game, exhalin'
  Guilts and the shame, misery and strain
  What the fuck will tomorrow bring
  Look at anthrax, I stand back through
  Hopin' I make it tomorrow
  My skin is a art gallery, right
  With paintings of crucifixes
  Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business
  Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders
  But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships
  Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor
  How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse
  Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin'
  Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones
  Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex
  And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des
  Got guns when I'm with my daughter
  Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence
  She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons
  Black princess it's a ugly world
  I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl
  Could you believe even my shadow's jealous
  My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones
  My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs
  Though my songs come from the Father
  I'm lonely...

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  Ethershow lyrics

  Ether

  ("Fuck Jay-Z")
  What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog
  You, what?
  ("Fuck Jay-Z")
  You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga
  ("Fuck Jay-Z")
  (I) Fuck with your soul like ether
  (Will) Teach you the king you know you
  (Not) "God's son" across the belly
  (Lose) I prove you lost already
  Brace yourself for the main event
  Y'all impatiently waitin
  It's like an AIDS test, what's the results?
  Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big
  Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
  I embrace y'all with napalm
  Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone
  How could Nas be garbage?
  Semi-autos at your cartilege
  Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne
  I got this, locked since '9-1
  I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced
  Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas
  With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music
  Check it
  Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt)
  Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring
  I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten
  Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten
  Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh)
  Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
  Y'all some "well wishers," friendly actin, envy hidin snakes
  With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take?
  When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep
  That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef
  Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo
  To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle
  This for dolo and it's manuscript, just sound stupid
  When KRS already made an album called Blueprint
  First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big
  Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
  (I...will...not...lose)
  "God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
  The king is back, where my crown at?
  (Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas
  Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches
  What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother
  You traded your soul for riches
  My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous
  And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it
  You seem to be only concerned with dissin women
  Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly?
  Well life is hard, hug me, don't reject me
  Or make records to disrespect me, blatent or indirectly
  In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin
  Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers
  All I did was gave you a style for you to run with
  Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god
  Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars
  No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case
  Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase
  You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan
  I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class
  You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic?
  Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge
  Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though
  That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow
  Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy?
  Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy
  Rockafeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter
  And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after?
  Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas
  And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas?
  Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas
  In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas
  Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss
  What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks?
  Ne-gro please
  You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat
  Compared to Beans you wack
  And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame
  You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Caine, to Herb, to Big
  And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit
  You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention
  Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons
  Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick
  J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick
  Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick
  Shawn Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick
  So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick
  How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips?
  Wanted to be on every last one of my classics

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  Doo Rags

  Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes
  Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
  That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants
  Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade
  Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball
  That's when I wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
  Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto
  Was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil
  Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats
  Watchin niggaz swing razors in the front row, then out in the streets
  The car show, 560's, chemical afros
  Acuras pumpin Super Lover Cee and Casanova
  Live chicks be, asses bustin out of they clothes
  Wearin lip gloss, big door knockers pealin they earlobes
  So where them years go? Where the old gold beers and cheers go?
  But now them shorties here doe, so
  The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
  Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
  The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
  And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; one mo' time
  The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs
  Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the word?
  The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
  And I'm, still enjoyin life's ride; right?
  Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers
  in army boots, yellin "Join the armed forces!"
  We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
  Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes
  There's still a lot of nigger callin in the coorporate offices
  War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us
  They won't be servin the beast too long
  The murderers wearin police uniforms, confederate flags I burn
  Beat Street breakers were dancin to the music I chose
  And Peachtree Atlantic crackheads was tootin they nose
  in frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children
  with fo'-fo's, and double-revolvers
  We devil incarnates, headed for jail
  Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin us killed
  Your paper money was the death of Christ
  And all these shorties comin up just resurrect your life
  It's like a cycle
  Niggaz used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up
  That's when we were lied to, buyin hair products
  Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin
  'til awareness started penetratin
  The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin liquor
  just to prove we some creative niggaz
  Turnin nothin into somethin, is God work
  And you get nothin without struggle and hard work
  War is necessary to my niggaz in chains
  From Greene to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin y'all to know one thing
  The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does
  Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but God loves
  Take one step toward him, he takes two toward you
  Even when all else fail, God support you
  I done it, got God Son on my stomach
  My heart and my lungs was affected from Henny's and gettin blunted
  Do your body right and it loves you back
  You only get one life, and yo because of that
  I'm still blazin, goin out for the cause
  Still rockin stockin caps, not for the waves, obeyin no laws

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  Sometimes I Wonder

  QB the whole NYC
  We gonna bounce to this
  To all my niggaz (yeah yeah)
  To all the ladies
  Chorus:
  Sometimes I wonder
  Will a nigga go under because of his hunger
  This game is risky
  If a nigga slips six deep
  Will these niggaz really miss me
  Dead partners too soon
  All these niggaz flipping on me
  Cause I won't give no loot to them
  Sometimes I wonder
  Sometimes I...
  (Nas)
  Top of the world is what I'm aiming at
  These niggaz is flaming gats at my circle
  I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you
  I hit your bird too, two in your scalp then you out
  Your thug crew is out, blood oozing out
  Some serving caine
  Knowing nothing about this murder game
  Its easily told but hard to hear
  When niggaz finally find out its real
  Thats when they heart pumps fear
  The real remains the weak will disappear
  My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
  911 style sits on your mind like chrome
  Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam
  What color? Might as well make it same as your dome
  You need your thoughts together, that means destination is unknown
  As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into this math
  Drop and get intense for this cash
  Will I be subject to kill, live my life by a gat
  Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back
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  (Nature)
  I know a lot of fiends by they first name
  Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains
  Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones
  Running wild, niggaz I raise hell above ground
  Live in sin, holding rocks, benjamin grin
  Figure once I got knocked, it would end
  Never that
  They try to tell me I don't love my own
  The thugs know, they ride my zone
  Like the cyclone trademark
  For coney isle, yeah you know me now
  I'm giving fake hugs, phoney smiles
  Stack profits, you know how the niggaz on the block get
  Try to give you dap to stare at your pockets
  Cruise advance nothing new just the rules of the land
  You could tell if they wolves or lamb
  You could fight a few, there's a few that ran
  Or you could feed them and lose your hand
  What you wanna do?
  Chorus:
  (Nas)
  Blessing be to the ones who left us
  Transcend into spiritual essences
  In Allah's arms you rest in
  To him we pray for my peeps
  Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day
  Get the money yam, he use to say not only nice with hands
  But streetsmart he was twice a man
  I try to understand life's deep plot
  I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad nice on the rocks
  They could have went pro but only God knows why not
  Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers not be clean
  He'll start snapping on you, making a scene
  Kept the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and stayed fly
  You still alive, I see you in your sister's face
  Are you there pa? Or looking on from a distant place?
  My thoroughbreds, Blackhead quiet but real
  Expect to see your black jeep fly over the hill
  In the spirit of Richie Lou tribute
  Remind the world of the crimes that NY pigs do
  We miss you, Harry and Sonia
  Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier
  T.J. Black better known as Killer
  I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother my nigga
  My man Will till we meet again
  You hold it up there, I'll hold it down here
  I hope you hear my prays clear
  Chorus:
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  Some Of Us Have Angelsshow lyrics

  Some Of Us Have Angels

  Some of us have angels -- the kingdom, the power
  Some of us have angels -- the power, the glory
  Some of us have demons -- greed, and lust
  Some of us have demons -- lust, temptation
  Now this is you, dressed in all black, fatigue hat, ready for combat
  A good nigga, you don't leave tracks
  A hood nigga wantin G-stacks, do what you gotta do to get that
  You feel you need that, where the jooks at?
  These are your niggaz, creepin they be leavin niggaz sleep witchu
  Loc' style, quiet no smile, it's the official
  Sometime they grimy, speakin on they own people
  They snake you if they have to, raised tattoos
  Now these are your bitches, phonin lonely homey chickens
  All the homies stick em, you think you own em man listen
  She stab you in your sleep with a knife from out the kitchen
  Put a root on you, next week they find you missin
  Dead in your Expedition in the forest, fell off the cliff and
  tumbled til you blew up, Feds told her and she threw up
  Fake bitches, actresses, wicked witch practices
  Two sides of us, negative or positive
  Now this is your mom, your good luck charm
  Pushin you to do no wrong, prayin for you that you live long
  Nobody kill my baby, but she know her baby crazy
  In and out of jail, mom's screamin, "God take me!"
  This is your pop, chip off the old block that made him
  The man of the house, mom and pops seperatin
  Spittin image of a gangster the way pop walked
  the way pop talked, got older and you thanked him now
  This is your hood, poor folks drugs and robberies
  Turnin into the things moms wanted you not to be
  Crime followin the wrong dudes who have no values
  Life's cheap as the dime in the minds of those around you
  This is the test, the stress, the conflict the ups and downs of
  niggaz around you make threats
  They tell you keep it gangster, no matter the predicament
  Even though your decision won't help you benefit
  Now once again this is you, entertainin your desires
  Bitches money and guns, aimin and you fire
  Everyday is grief, if it ain't beef, it's feedin your seed
  Tryin to eat? You form material needs
  The weed make your brain sizzle, a pistol make it cool off
  by stickin up niggaz, make them take they jewels off
  His reputation is, bigger than his whole life span
  He never planned to fail, he just failed to plan
  What does it take to realize, Satan's alive, he whispers
  And any chance he get, he can take niggaz
  He comes in all shapes and sizes, his best disguise is
  when he stand beside us, but God is inside us, within me
  You are your worst enemy - my mom's words echo in my head
  And if I let go I'm dead
  He stepped at my door, the ? motivate my spirit
  And now the body experience, so now I feel it
  Lookin at my blessings, the bullets - that missed me coulda hit me
  Them court cases coulda put me in the penitentiary
  I never hate, that's just wasted energy
  The past is gone, the present's a gift, so what's the mystery?
  The future - and time only reveals, what fear is
  False expectations, appearin real
  We only human, love thy neighbor, so I was told

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  Smokin'show lyrics

  Smokin'

  Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim
  (To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the Earths)
  Pass that shit homey
  Now tell me what y'all smokin
  What kinda heat y'll holdin
  Well is your creep move potent
  I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
  We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin
  We got the plan in motion
  I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon
  Zoom, from outer space he comes
  Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun
  Bitches flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guys
  Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
  What is his race nation or creed?
  Is he arabic, black, latin, asian they read
  Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
  Spit at judges, stepped on peasants
  But in reality, I just entered your galaxy
  September '73, up in these wild streets
  Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
  And my mystique got 'em tearin my clothes
  My nigga smoke with one lung
  If he cough he might die, passin me trees
  The liquor bottle's almost empty
  We about to collide, with the enemy
  Only way you die if it's meant to be
  You fuckin with a general
  No discussion is the principle we bustin it's the end of you
  Now we knockin on your mama door
  Like we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war
  Death, angels comin for you
  Spirit horse runnin from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2
  Paramedics fightin for you, who's gon' win?
  The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
  Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
  Walk by your casket, spit in your face
  Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide
  And when you're gone all your niggaz gon' light it with Nas
  Pardon but I gotta question of life now
  Look at the nigga next to you right now
  Is he real, fake or scared
  Do it like this niggaz right hands in the air
  Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart
  Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start
  I shall - stay real stay true stay holdin figures
  Never put a bitch over my niggaz
  I shall never, cooperate with the law
  Never snake me I always hold you down in war
  If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs
  I never break the oath to the death I swear
  I swear that's how we pledge alegiance, to the alliance
  of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science
  of a nigga still yet to be found
  So light up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)
  Wanna get high, come smoke with me

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  Silent Murdershow lyrics

  Silent Murder

  Silent, silent
  Murder
  It's sort of like the conclusion, the color purple
  Niggas is losing, confusion, with one time all pursuit moves in
  Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit
  Cop verses the block, shorties is too quick
  Lesson number one. If you're arrested and hung
  Where niggas is from gotta keep a lid on your tongue
  It's like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer
  the violent words of a prince in a palace of Persia.
  The cognac plurger plus the trees,
  but whose the faul one to make his nose take a freeze,
  and got enough gold to rock ice in all hype.
  Used to be a general but just lost his stripe
  Pipe dreams and white feinds and all-nighters, collect calls from lifers
  Astoria walls with cypress, since I got a problem with the law-writers,
  I kick some more items just to explore horizons,
  the palm lady dreamt of this day so I'ma play,
  the crib close smokin' with the big toast and lay
  They say the arms of Nicki Barnes would be enough to blast,
  a lot of rich niggas fell and started pumping gas
  Was it the mind of CIA that bumped off Malik Shabazz
  Fuck what they teach in class I'ma reach the mass
  Strap up, no back up, it's jungle tactics
  Livin' practice, out of line niggas get smacked backwards
  So wear it if the cap fits, fold it up money and mad clips
  A stack right under my matress
  To smoke a nigga like a Hugh Bros. motion picture
  Niggas gettin' open cruise, won't be olding niggas
  April fools they laugh the jokes on the benches
  Cease outside my nigga spoke on his sentence
  Silent
  Silent, silent
  Murder
  My right handers never play too close to cameras
  It's nighttime scanners circle that allow gamblers
  Peace-making niggas pep talk
  the peace-makin 'niggas walk off the hot avenues with they brew.
  Time to get this loot countless, 'cuz sun it ain't no youth fountains
  Niggas take cash and shoot, bounce and Pakistanians is took hostage
  Locked up inside a linen closet known for spending pies up
  What's the flavour when your neighbors do jake favours?
  Lock them real niggas down and lettin fake players
  roam around the project this lyrical logic I dilute,
  the weak can object the right composite
  We're plottin' all murderous schemes,
  it seems I'm ghostly called by the essence of queens
  the palm lady dreamt of this day, so I'ma play
  the crib close smokin' with the big toast and lay
  And Cain killed his brother Abel when God accepted Abel's
  offering and not his.
  Abel's offering showed that Cain was not giving his best to God,
  and Cain's jealous anger drove him to murder -

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  Shootouts

  Yo, release what's in me
  Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty
  Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny
  Instead of diet plans it's crack 200 grams
  I pump a G-pack, peeping for where the D's at
  It's slow, lookin for Rambo, the cop who got grazed
  Back in the days, chasin niggaz through my project maze
  That cop he got a death wish
  He run behind niggaz until you breathless
  Everyday he makin ten arrests, sheeit
  My nigga check this, I know the bitch he rest with
  I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten inspect it
  (Already checked it Dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun)
  Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum
  to check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde caesar
  Vetacini summer gear, she push the two-seater
  I heard she brag about the way he eat her
  A Irish man short slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba
  She do be lookin weaker, now her teeth are foul
  Speakin loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud
  Fat ass dissolvin, like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin
  Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron
  I heard she let Jake investigate from her window
  cause she's a nympho, suckin dick and coughin up info
  So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up
  I know he vest up, we blazin from the neck up
  (Yo let me knock first) Soon as he open it your glock burst
  They had the chains on, son hit the lock first
  We busted in the cop jerked
  Jungle popped one in his shirt
  I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
  We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the monitors
  They eyein us (Nas yo he survived one from the fo'-five)
  Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now
  There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now
  Two in the dome, he's laid down, aiyyo the bitch is saved now
  She's living in a snitch grave now
  Shootouts is similar to Wild West
  Broad daylight, face to face without a vest
  You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles
  Please God to save the life that the Devil sold
  See +It Was Written+ but was never told
  Peep the jewels black man, it's even better than gold
  Niggaz roll with iron, police roll in hot pursuit
  tryin to stop the loot, fuck Jake, cock and shoot
  Still on the streets with my peeps so deep
  We threw a block party for my man goin up creek
  to do his two to four, niggaz show love, from all around the board
  Peace Lord, Sony Handi-Cam on record
  Pop a bottle, cause when you come home we still got it sewn
  We can watch the tape play back and just zone
  Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions
  We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter
  Music was loud and it was crowded
  Barbecued wings we fed the fiends (gamble in the back) Killa shouted
  And Frank tried to stop the bank loss, about what a Roley cost
  Guzzled his drink, and staggered off
  He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own the hill
  Couldn't take losin his cash, and I could feel
  somethin in the air yeah, Frank returned with Pierre
  A gun slinger, who niggaz hadn't seen in a year
  I usually be holdin - 'specially this type of weekend
  And everyone except for me had started reachin
  They had gats in each others faces, with kids
  and grandmothers around, Frank's only concern was his paper
  My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggaz jet off
  Police blitz quick, waitin for that to set off
  Runnin the static, it got me mad cause they a bunch of faggots
  Startin shit in my hood, I can't have it
  Yo High, get the 40-cali stainless, Jake is still out
  Let's make it real and still make them niggaz famous
  Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave
  Hearin Jake retaliatin, and Wiz was up the alley waitin
  We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died

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  Sex Drugs Money And Murder

  featuring Noreaga
  Nas talking:
  Yo Nore I just can't understand
  what be going through brothers minds man
  Know what I'm saying!
  You try to tell a brother when he going the wrong way
  try to put him on the right way
  he don't wanna hear that though
  so you just gotta let a nigga go
  (Nas)
  Death followed'em
  before it swallowed'em whole
  it was signs he shoulda read
  that was inside of his soul
  niggas light dutchies to'em now, so long
  missa muthafucka, but still
  life goes on
  hope I'm rich on my last day
  clutching some ass,
  niggas say he came and went
  got a nut when he passed, an old man
  laying dead on my bed, wit some young shit
  screaming out FREEDOM
  when I slung to her chest
  after that chill, be a bitch wit a hex
  every nigga she sex, be the next
  put ta rest
  (Noreaga)
  Yo if you live, you a member in 85
  when it was just bats and knives,
  made men and made wives
  things changed, sell the Jetta, cop the Range
  sending slugs that a leave that ass cripple
  as a child had nemia wit out the sickle
  N-O-R-E, nore, grand markey
  always wanted to be in this game since Biz Markie
  we fuck it up what
  light dro, throw the chalk up
  ever since crack came in little capsules
  we control blocks, rock flat-tops
  had two spots, selling blue tops
  seeing Benni cop new rocks
  (Nas)
  Four wheel flow wit the rowdy thugs
  Queens out,smoke Cali budd
  feened out, my thoughts leak out
  I speak out, what's worth dying for
  freedom,respect or both
  what's worth ya tears
  being broke or when ya man get smoked
  it all depends if you used to having ends in his ceased
  instead of cry, more see,
  whoevers fly in the beef
  on the other hand, if it's not ya real fam deceased
  and you used to funerals, then it ain't that deep
  so when you kep slingin
  me myself, I do my thing in the streets
  since i was young I was anxious to eat
  (Noreaga)
  Yo since a young sibling
  had every flavor Timberland
  always had jumpshot, and always dribbling
  yo macarole, Jose lay
  like casserole, dolomite type
  the Jungle low, cut the China white
  come check ya,mix henney wit the nectars
  on straight flights while y'all catch connectors,
  if it was up to me
  the whole world would be comfortably
  since it's not, y'all niggas stay fucked up
  I think about y'all too much
  and be bankrupt,so nigga get yours, I got mine
  so WHAT WHAT
  (Nas)
  Sex and money go togother like techs and nine shells
  swiss cheese you and cover it up like Rahswell, cartel
  yo ain't seen no iller regime
  the Stellarsteen profecy
  project warrior, owns property
  crack is hated, cops get jealous
  cause I stay wit
  the 98 temporary plates on my whip
  the system think its not right
  Arista could fuck a cops awife
  cause I'm on, televisi-on
  and live the pop life
  I rock mics, make mils
  soundscan sales, one point whatever records
  professionist skills, moneys the root of evil
  but it make you happy
  don't wanna shoot my people
  but still they might clap me
  cause I talk like Dr.Malacayork
  play the sidewalk, hold fort
  diamond plate chaiun, gold fort
  get in tune, rich like Ricky form Silver Spoon
  Frank Lopez crib, elevators and living rooms
  (Noreaga)
  A yo we still in Queens
  same place where we used to be
  most people don't see us
  cause we usually out touring
  leave the hood, now the hood boring
  NORE, you know me, we regulated
  straight from Iraq to QB, affilated
  it's like a Higher Learing
  from 99th street down to Vernon
  letting our heat burst burning
  like Henney wet, throwing up my set
  catch me on the Startek
  bout to set the connect
  Yo Sex,Drugs, Money and Murder
  beers and sex, Lands and Lex
  in the projects
  the fourth floor, where we score through our cooker
  D's shook up, hit the block
  now you looker!
  (Nas and Noreaga talking)
  NAS: It's like the battle will symbolize the war,
  and the war symbolize the winners of the battle,
  no what I mean, go at ya neck!
  Either you in it or you in the motherfucking way baby!
  NORE: Word up, we analate ya ass!
  NAS: Queens style, no what I'm saying!
  NORE: Ish me Allah da men a Raheem!
  NAS: Queens style, Brooklyn style!
  NORE: Went from selling cracks to making raps,
  to fucking hoodrats!
  NAS:Lefrak and QB!

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  Sekou Story

  Uh, I knew a few pharmacists, fuck frozen
  They kept pneumonias on their arms and wrists
  The main dude, Sekou, face look hard as shit
  Remember like yesterday, they were the kings of ecstacy
  Kept sellin' it, he blends in everywhere, has a mixed heritage
  Bitches let him hit on the reg', waterbed seats in his car
  All red ferari, Florida where we met at a redlight
  Homeboy bumpin' my old shit
  They wildin' with some freaks from the islands
  piled in behind him, limosine, Benz
  He shouted, "Nas, roll with us"
  I'm bored so I followed him
  Nikki Beach, here's where the scene begins
  He put me on to Don, nice ass with a set of mean twins
  Had a pocket full of cash, Sekou wasn't lettin' me spend
  I was there for the weekend, packed and prepared for anything
  Then he brings me to his castle in Coconut Grove
  War stories about dudes both of us know
  Never heard drunken words spoken so slow
  A year go by, the nigga was fly
  Prada shoes, a lotta jewelry, stayed high
  Got a call, he's in N.Y
  Needs a couple of G's 'til tomorrow, I dips by
  for a season where he's at
  Greets me with a smile, told him "Here keep that"
  Next week got a call from his wife
  Said somebody done took son life
  She said
  "Who gon' hold me down now? Hold me down now
  Tell me that huh -- who gon' hold me down now?
  Who gon' hold me down now? Who gon' hold me down?
  Tell me that huh -- who gon' hold me down now"
  Forget about them other dudes, they talkin' to me rude
  'Cause I always knew the truth, they hated Sekou
  H2 full of holes, the drove him off the road
  Left him there on this 'cain, clothes stained with his brain
  My soul shattered, my man's toe's tagged up
  Arrangement's a closed casket
  See now a hoe has to, maintain with his fake gang
  sheddin' fake tears, I won't have it
  Look, this kid's Jamaican -- half Hatian, half Asian
  Brag about how the streets needed a changin'
  Son, you the only one a bitch could call
  You remind me of my dude, help me get them all
  "Di-sci-ple"
  "You remind me of my dude, help me get them all"
  "Di-sci-ple"

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  Hold Down The Block

  I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot
  I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
  I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot
  I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
  Yea, Feds feast on street dons, look at their teeth showin'
  Salivatin' at the mouth, South to East Orange
  Keep pourin' that liquor, but nigga don't sleep on it
  You'll be givin' up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it
  For legal fees in the penal dorm
  Screamin' on the horn with 'bout thirty years on your conscience
  I'm watchin' brothers disappear, it's appallin'
  Some dudes had just only a year of ballin'
  Counter-intelligence found a strange evidence (When the block is hot)
  Still we behind the wheel with heat on us, hangin' with predicates
  Position we placed in caves in, so they got us caged in
  Ways spinnin' like Mike Bivens from New Edition aging (I gotta... When the block is hot)
  I got families I'm feeding 'cause my mans is bleeding
  Every five seconds look in all directions
  I come through prepared; I give 'em a call
  I'm close, bring them guns downstairs
  I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot
  I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
  I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot (hold it down)
  I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
  Uh, uh, it's beef week, Monday, murder
  Two niggaz dead, Tuesday
  Wednesday and Thursday is hearse-day
  Friday, somebody-gotta-die-day
  Saturday, put the gat away
  Chillin' wit your chick and a bag of haze
  Wonderin' how it's all gon' end and what type of way
  'Cause Sunday back to gunplay
  Mo' shit start over nothin'
  And get finished quick 'cause the art of repercussion
  Yeah, I seen it, a G' going out indecent (When the block is hot)
  Takin' a plea agreement, thinkin' he secret
  Escape the crime scene, now you live straight like 9:15
  Then one-time intervene (I gotta lay...)
  My man ain't like me sayin' I don't care if I die
  But the SIG Sauer on me now I'm scared to die
  You thinkin' the one I send to clap you be a shorty
  But he old school, holdin' a .38, he in his forties
  I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot
  I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
  I gotta lay down the block, when the block is hot
  I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
  (I gotta...) Anytime brothers can't get jobs, then they rob
  (When the block is hot) A man rather die than live on his knees and starve
  Cops steady askin' your man what happened
  First he tell then he stop, like he not really rattin'
  Guess he not really in that casket from a sawed-off (When the block is hot)
  Listen, peep game from the brain of an all-star
  The rain hurt niggaz bones who been shot
  Metal pins in their leg, they walk with a limp-hop
  The streets lie, (When the block is hot) so you better be cautious
  Your man'll fry you plus, everybody talkin'
  A vet, a General, don't step where I walked in
  Make your own path, be a legend in your skin
  (Hold down the block, when the block is hot)
  Make your own cash, don't stress what I'm forcin'
  Don't expect more when you put in less work than all them
  Queensbridge projects has taught him, and that's for life
  You heard me right, I got the block (When the block is hot)
  When the block is hot
  I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
  I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot
  I gotta use my imagination, to change the situation
  I gotta hold down the block, when the block is hot

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  Hey Nasshow lyrics

  Hey Nas

  The phone rings
  Another peaceful moment is lost
  Latifah's chest jingle in "Set It Off"
  I press pause in the bed as a king
  I let it ring 4 or 5 times
  Answer while I'm puffin' my green
  It's Tamika sayin', "Hi Nas"
  I caught a flashback of her askin' me was I asthmatic 'fore I tapped that
  She offered me dinner under the moon
  I said, "Sorry. I made plans at Ray's Boom-Boom Room"
  Nine push-ups... Strength's gone at the tenth one so why hook up
  The pimp's gone off the Platron Tequila
  Put on my Lee's and the original Fila's
  Sedated from L's, 380 cocked, naked ladies laid up in tails
  Like Whodini I chose, gazelles don't lean on my nose
  Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go
  Heads turn it's a freak show
  I need them to know... When will they learn
  Nas need a queen not a hoe to...
  Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
  But not a hype chick- someone with proper energy
  Someone who's into me but won't fuck with my enemies
  And you can sing along 'cuz I'm feelin' ya energy
  Hey Nas... How ya doin'?
  Take my name... And my number
  Meanwhile... We'll be groovin'
  But let's take... it... slow
  One for the honeys who roll blunts up but don't smoke
  Two for the few who see potential in you when you broke
  Three for the G they got, they game is hot I give it to you
  Double life wife- play with the man that's livin' with you
  Here's the issue... A woman gotta be stunnin'
  Get to a man's heart through his stomach
  You gotta be skilled in the culinary arts
  Know a brother stay mad hungry when he spark
  Hit the museum, maybe Central Park, you mentally smart
  Picture we in Tiffany, you becomin' my counterpart
  If I want Chinese then you buy me a wok
  If you want barbeque I call Professor and Ock
  'Cuz u... point out my enemies, someone who's into me
  But not a hyper chick- someone with the proper energy
  A girl that's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
  And you could be the one 'cuz I'm lovin' ya energy
  Hey Nas... How ya doin'?
  Take my name... And my number
  Meanwhile... We'll be cruisin'
  But let's take... it... slow
  Slow is the way
  Holdin' hands, tongue and hickeys
  Hope and I pray where I run at you run away with me
  That's if my gun get busy we gotta get outta there
  Hear sirens jump in the stick drop a Sedan and hide for years
  Like noone else in the world did this except for us two
  You gotta trust me, I gotta trust you
  If coppers bust me it's me you rescue, this to the death boo
  You rep me respectfully that's how I rep for you
  Retired from pimpin', perspire is drenchin'
  As we... suck and fuck each other's minds out commission
  Time's out forbidden
  Until we pass out, that's when we stop
  We give it all we got, give it all we got- we hot
  Give it all we got, give it all we got- we rock
  Give it all we got, give it all we got
  You 'bout the baddest thing
  Since Michael had Billy Jean
  And Prince gave you diamond's and pearls
  But to be my queen you must...
  Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
  But not a hype chick- someone with proper energy
  Someone who's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
  And you can be the one 'cuz I'm feelin' ya energy
  Hey Nas... How ya doin'?
  Take my name... And my number
  Meanwhile... We'll be cruisin'
  But let's take... it... slow
  I can be... What you said
  That you need... I can be...All that

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  Memory Lane (Sittin' In Da Park)

  (Check that shit)
  Aight fuck that shit, word word
  Fuck that other shit, youknowhatI'msayin?
  We gon' do a little somethin like this, yaknahmsayin?
  (Is they up on this?)
  Keep it on and on and on and on and..
  KnowhatI'msayin? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God what it is?
  (What it is like?) Hah, knowhatI'msayin?
  Yo go 'head, do that shit nigga
  I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
  Henessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be dissin a
  unofficial that smoke woolie thai
  I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
  Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
  My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer
  Sentence begins indented.. with formality
  My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology
  Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
  I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
  I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
  Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
  It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
  The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
  Chill on the block with Cog-nac, hold strap
  with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
  No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
  For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
  Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo
  With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothin below (Peace God!)
  Peace God -- now the shit is explained
  I'm takin niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane
  It's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all
  "Now let me take a trip down memory lane" ->
  "Comin outta Queensbridge"
  One for the money
  Two for pussy and foreign cars
  Three for Alize niggaz deceased or behind bars
  I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
  My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
  Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
  A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
  Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
  Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
  Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
  and back down po-po when I'm vexed so
  my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
  I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank
  Pumpin for somethin, some uprise, plus some fail
  Judges hangin niggaz, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
  My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails
  I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
  Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
  I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace.
  I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
  They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
  Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
  Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
  Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
  Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill
  True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
  I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
  "Comin outta Queensbridge" ->
  The most dangerous MC is..
  "Comin outta Queensbridge" ->
  The most dangerous MC is..
  "Comin outta Queensbridge" ->
  The most dangerous MC is..
  "Comin outta Queensbridge" ->
  The most dangerous MC is..

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  New World

  Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world,
  It's a new world, it's a new world
  Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
  Yo, celebrate the new life
  New ways to make money
  New ways to break dummies
  Forge they name and take money
  Computers ain't that smart
  Whatever man built could be taken apart
  Anything new can get old
  Like dudes started rockin' platinum, some stopped wearin gold
  solar-energized rides, no steering wheel, tell it how to drive
  No propellers in the sky
  Airplanes like many rockets
  Waitin lists for the rich to get tickets to visit Mars
  While the poor people starve, computers takin over they jobs
  A man's forced to live off land
  Now it's back to the caveman era
  When we made fire, by two sticks rubbin together
  The truth is, many are too scared of new data
  America Online, cut off, see you later
  Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin
  A new way to play, a new way a livin
  Cash is the past, a new way a spendin
  New life for man, children, and women
  Yo, the new Mike Tyson's Roy Jones
  Bill Clinton's the new JFK, without the hole in his dome
  The new Don Trump is Bill Gates
  Not because his occupation, it's 'cause we respect his cake
  And cake mean his stock, net gross
  Young kids step it up, go for the most
  New cameras in police cars takin pictures
  New hustlas gettin new street figures
  And US embassies overseas
  almost every foreign country's under seige
  Covertly startin wars, CIA, NAVY Seals
  Commit larcenies that be worth over mil's
  Oil in the earth spills
  Girls blow they body up, birth control pills
  African's pick diamonds out a dark caves
  Then we wear it on our necks just so we can light up the stage
  Say goodbye to the brainwashed
  Say goodbye to the young kids who not smart
  Say goodbye to the toasters and Pop-Tarts
  Yo, it's real
  Swallow a little pill, there's a four-course meal
  Say hello to the one world
  Say hello to the sky, somethin's out there watchin you and I
  More enticin than Star Trek, StarTec phones
  Your genes and DNA is used to make clones
  You got CD-Rom, everythang operates by computers
  Then what happens when circuit breaks
  Y2K's the big scare
  Scientists say we ain't prepared
  What I feel is contrare
  Alexander Graham Bell made telephones, yes
  But now we request for your e-mail address
  I might be old fashioned, stuck in my ways

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  Getting Marriedshow lyrics

  Getting Married

  Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
  It was difficult for me to find a chick I want
  This ain't no sucka for love shit
  This ain't no Huxtable kisses and hug shit, first night we fuck shit
  And don't call the next day, this a thug's wedding day
  And love, will we make it? Let us pray...
  In a limo, my niggas, my father, my brothers
  Everybody in tuxes gettin' blunted
  Hard Bottasmov costumes, this ain't no act, though
  Factual, the pimp shall scoop no more
  Yes, I'm absolutely sure
  I know that she love me, I know that she faithful
  We spoke on a prenuptial agreement cuz Will and Jada ain't need it
  Spoke on eloping but then I deaded the thought
  Cuz she deserves Cinderella's Ball and the whole shit
  But know this, you fuckin' wit a slit ya throat quick
  Behicular explosions, cigar smokin'
  Dark-minded, chart climbin, well-spoken
  Safer world of broke men to rich ones
  Throw them phone numbers away cuz this is it, hun
  Headed to the Chapel, my niggas laughin
  And it's bafflin cuz just a year ago
  It's weird, though, I knew I'd get married
  To who? I knew not, thought of snatchin Halle up from the dreadlock
  Pumpin' Sade, my head knot
  Finally, I met the perfect bitch, pardon my french, rephrase that
  Someone who made my heart stop, couldn't wait to blaze that
  Tired of hoppin' from honey to honey
  HIV spreadin', everybody bump the same bunnies
  The game'll put niggas in they graves right before they part ways with the street
  I want a son to greet every mornin'
  Daughters and more sons tickle my feet
  Wife smilin', tellin' me it's time to eat
  I'm gettin' married
  It was my dream for my queen to put the ring on the ride
  Even Marrin Luther King had a fling on the side
  That's what the negative ones say
  Knew my wedding would be one day but quickly is this day
  I know the hoes gonna miss me
  Lookin' at old photos, sayin, "Damn, used to twist me"
  Start chokin' up since I woke up
  Bachelor Party was crazy, tryin' hard just to sober up
  Father saw me in a daze, knudged me with his left arm
  Told me how him and moms went to City Hall, dressed norm'
  Said she would love me and my eyes were boating
  Customized in London by guys who suit up kings
  Gov', you got the ring, Jung', you behave
  Maxwell, he gon' sing, invited Lauryn Hill and the gang
  Baltimore, North Cacky', Mississippi
  Family packed in, my nigga, L is crazy tipsy
  Spilled Pepsi on the cufflinks, ginger ale got it out
  Watched in the church, just all big to thug it out
  My girl walked in glistenin', different stones
  'Bout to go from my fiance to Mrs. Jones
  That's a union nobody can touch
  I gotta be cool wit' ya crazy aunts and uncles
  Cuz I love you much...cuz you put up wit my shit
  Court cases, baby mommas
  I make an honest woman outta you yet
  Everybody starin' at you, I'm at the alter, standin'
  Heart poundin' out my chest like a cannon
  I'm happy, one of my Groom's men
  Under the music says, "Don't do it"
  But they just joke, some crew shit
  They playin, I'm gleeful, I'm stayin'
  I'm sayin' vows that are all true
  "Will you take music as your wedded wife?"
  "I do."
  Sike, this ain't about music, y'all know who I'm talkin' to

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  Get Down

  "Get-get.. get down!" -
  Uh.. uh.. uh..
  New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
  And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
  Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
  Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin
  Pushin cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
  But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities
  Worldwide on the thorough side of things
  Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time
  one day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat
  40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
  "Whatchu up to, the cops gon' bust you"
  I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
  if God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the block
  and looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
  I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
  Starin at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
  Yeah man, throwin them bones
  Hopin my ace get his case thrown
  His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world straight hoein
  While he lookin at centerfolds of pretty girls
  showin they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's livin proof
  The D.A. who tried him was lyin
  A white dude, killed his mother durin the case
  Hung jury, now the D.A. is bein replaced
  Pre-trial hearin is over, it's real for the soldier
  Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
  Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle
  I wanna crack a smile when I see him
  Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
  He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin
  Then he grabbed the judge, screams out -- nobody leavin everybody
  "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" -
  Everybody
  "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" -
  Some niggaz fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
  Weird-ass niggaz are dangerous, so don't test 'em
  They make you, dissapear, this a year that I won't forget
  Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
  Southern niggaz, independent label, real killers
  Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin
  They had the coke game somethin crazy
  Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
  Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin
  Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
  Southern niggaz ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
  I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
  Now I'm back around the old school that raised me
  New York gangstas, we loungin, out in L.A. see
  A dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay
  The letter say, "Nas I got your back - the fools don't play"
  I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
  Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
  The nigga still alive in a hospital
  Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
  See my cousin's in the game, thuggin and things
  He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
  Gave the ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano
  She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
  shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
  Openin the hotel room do', to let her goons in
  But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
  I let the hammers blow, wet three kids
  See honey thought I had somethin to do, with all the drama
  Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed
  Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin witchu
  He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers
  "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" -
  Everybody
  "Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" -
  All I really gotta say is that
  if that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
  How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?
  A shame when you ain't look at it
  My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk

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  Hardest Thing Is To Stay Alive

  So many niggas get fucked up in the game.
  See thats where they get caught out there.
  Cause its not no fuckin game.
  When you hear shells comin at cha.
  Hot Ones from a shotgun I betta nigga runs faster.
  Loose a shoe to get away from a blaster.
  Think about that casket you don't wanna be in that shit.
  Quick to take his signin you takin everybodies package.
  Money over Bitches was a loyal practice.
  So you act is if money was no object.
  Spinin 5 zues trips for your whole projects.
  Epcot center linins for ya bitches roli's for dogs.
  Now we in tha mall slayin by his bitches.
  Everyday I reminisin how he was livin havin fun.
  Cause any day could have led to prison.
  Now for a short bid cause if the feds ever caught kid.
  It be like 25 years conspiracy.
  Another 25 for refeer snatchin up him and his people.
  He had his jeep bullet proof with silencers on the desert eagle.
  Flipin bricks in Gary Indiana.
  He had it locked down from the streets to the slammer.
  Only trusted Two things his trigger and his hammer.
  Used to be a bumb till had a six month run.
  Had a loss suit three G's the case was won.
  Met with mexican hoya cop boya.
  Bought barber shop named it after c shaday.
  There where they found his body.
  In a barber chair face down, bullets in his chest.
  Sliced apart from the waist down.
  Planned to sell his shop stick hoya for everything he got.
  Take jewels and his 5.
  Then his shoes where cemented.
  Drop his body in the tide but hoya was wise.
  Even when he ain't around he got ears and eyes.
  Gotta stay a step ahead of this game to stay alive.
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  Always wanted things always wanted cash.
  To Live fast get the girls with tha biggest ass.
  Fuck her 9 to 5 gotta drive a 5.
  Now that I got it the Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive.
  Coke head Saundra she grew in Gruwana.
  Her man was large and Saundra was his baby mama.
  Stayed in drama Fightin with hood rats that he was fucking.
  No job all day she did nothing.
  They son was 7 years old, she really was a wifee.
  First should she would transport blow overnight for a G.
  He paid up front they layed up once.
  She got pregnant she would dead it.
  She had a boy, named her son infinite after his father who did dirt.
  She didn't noses after would follow.
  Capsules and bottles and crack in the back of his baga.
  He let her drive while he drove the burgandy 5.
  He often talked about how he wants to murder these guys.
  >From off of burger street, had nat workin the street.
  Lifestyle richest nigga from how he use to be.
  Never thought he'd rock diamonds never took weakness for kindness.
  Thats how he gradually grew.
  Did a Favor for a favor now the nigga in with the crew.
  And Now he live major house in dix hills next to Brook Shields.
  With the cook and the maid shit was real.
  Saved his first bill, maid, and his bodega.
  Good Luck playa sign on the paper taped to the window.
  Escaped from a would be kidnapp.
  And slept and thought niggas fearless rep until he got wet.
  Would had the world in his hands his girl did a scam.
  The owners rich is bonin niggas to get rid of her man.
  Welcome To The Game Baby.
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  The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive...
  The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive...
  The Hardest Thing To Do Is Stay Alive...

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  Street Dreams

  Uhh, what, what, uhh..
  Street dreams are made of these
  Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's
  A drug dealer's destiny is reachin a key
  Everybody's lookin for somethin..
  Street dreams are made of these
  Shorties on they knees, for niggaz with big G's
  Who am I to disagree?
  Everybody's lookin for somethin..
  My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square
  Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear
  Nothin on my mind but the dime sack we blazed
  with the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave
  dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts
  Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print
  Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty
  I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty
  For real G, I'ma fullfill my dream
  If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream
  the first trip without the clique
  Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it
  Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes
  I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes
  God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million
  without the FBI catchin feelings
  From fat cat to papi, niggaz see the cat
  Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back
  Holdin gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back
  Livin with moms, gettin it on, flushin crack down the toilet
  Two sips from bein alcoholic
  Nine hundred ninety nine thou from bein rich but now I'm all for it
  My man saw it like Dionne Warwick
  A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with
  The cartel Argentina coke with the nina
  Up in the hotel, smokin on sessamina
  Trina got the fishscale between her
  The way the bitch shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her
  She got me back livin sweeter, fresh Caesar
  Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins
  Bitches blow me while hoppin in the drop-top BM
  Word is bond son, I had that bitch down on my shit like this
  Growin up project-struck, lookin for luck dreamin
  Scopin the large niggaz beamin, check what I'm seein
  Cars, ghetto stars pushin ill Europeans
  G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n
  Young, early 80's, throwin rocks at the crazy lady
  Worshippin every word them rope rockin niggaz gave me
  The street raised me up, givin a fuck
  I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was livin it up
  I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody
  Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty
  Ain't that funny? Gettin put on to crack money
  With all the gunplay, paintin the kettle black hungry
  A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years
  Some niggaz went for theirs, flippin coke as they career
  But I'm a rebel stressin, to pull out of the heat no doubt