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from A. Z. - Undeniable (2007)
> Well easily with me I show affection,
But its a creepin up, a creepin up on me in another direction I love, I write, and I die And I try to ask no questions, But the weary one is still me, Do you think its obsession? The smoke will find you a choker that matches your coat, not fit to be tied The mirror it makes it all clearer as you stand alone and cant see your behind Yea They tried to tell me I could say that nobody could believe this Well they tried to tell me I could say nobody could achieve this The way you stayed of, locked away of Keeping the flame for yourself, The way you stayed of, pushin the blame of, reaping the fame for yourself Oh well, its a, its a, dead end Its a dead end Oh, its a dead end lonely day, Say its a dead end Its a, its a, its a, its a, its a dead end day Its a dead end oh day And its a long way, a long way down, Hey well its a long way, a long way down Change is a coming a baby, Dont be startled lady Every once in a while they do it again You gonna shake it, shake it, You know you wanna take it Back to where you once belonged, Back beneath the sheets and between the pillow cases And the snake he races out and he, he tangles into your hair Funny the fruits you choose Oh the time you take, the words you loose And it all goes back to rotation over the back of your hand Oh the back of your hand, oh the back of your hand Oh the map is your hand, its the back of your hand, the back of your hand say the back of your hand, oh the map is your hand, its the back of your hand stop whining all the time, dont you find a little secret to yourself always saved your life, stop listening to the words that youve heard no one else but yourself will agree with you more that its a long, long way its a long, long way and its a long, long way, a long way down hey, and its a long way down, and its a lo- oh- oh- ng way down hey, hey, hey, and its a long, long, long, long way down, say say, SCATS and its a lo- oh- oh- ng way down, hey and its a long way dooooown its a dead end its a dead end oh its a dead end lonely day its a, its a dead end Its a, its a, its a, its a, its a dead end day Its a dead end oh day |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin What the fuck's up son? We could do this word up, we could do this Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded (repeat 2X) At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range and change the position of your brain My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that nigga, get ya wig peeled back I scalp you like the indians on horseback Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback Stunning man with brave and cunning rap Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT's It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat Put you in the figure four, break your thorax Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback My intelligence begins where yours peaks at From Fox Boogie in the see-through brasierre, to Nasty Nas here My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear Millionaire look at the sky make sure it's still there Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year Pierre Cardan back in a Dapper Dan time Now flex, angle wrecks, Foxy rock Van Klein Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick Sit back and feel the ultimate hit Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick Sit back and feel the ultimate hit |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
Diamond cut vocals carved sculptures
Gats and hosters Macks and four fifths Two plagued verocious We smoked spliffs when the drolls lit Hoes get hit Have them blow dick Blow the whole click Jeeps Tahoe Shoes be shavo talk Pharagamoe Catch a hamo Guess long like Motumbo From a land of heart rap phantom stalk ya'll While we bent a pork off a raw torch ya'll The god sports all dejour for all wear Push the Range all year Vision of war near I laid out on ya'll In money and ice That's how I'm running your wife Stay ripen at ripe Clip in your life down to pipe size Firm slice pies Couple of trife guys in tinted up white five's Whose the first to set it At time my first pathetic Nature one of The Firm Our works phonetic As seven digits First class trips for summer never is it Outlaw remain pessimistic Used to jostle in hostile environments Buying whips Cheating like fiver ricks requirements Psychics predict that I'll be dying rich Until then catch me chillin flying in a giant six On some next shit Went from humble now to hectic Reminiscing when they use to call me desperate Minor drawbacks I had to learn not to fuck with small cats In fake cadier and straw hats Sic 'em on the mix tape They think they're all that But just spread it through Never sound unreasonable son Whatever the cause I know it pleasible Fought your way in the game The wait is seasonable *We keep going on, we're gonna get this money (Take money money take take money money Take money take take money money) We just play our part, we're gonna make this money (Make money money make make money money make money money make make money) Show me the orbit Stock bonds I own corporates Rock the ???? shift Filthy rich we caught the coach smiths You must have lost sense My whole firm we walk with offense I push a Porsche bent Fuck your main bitch at your expense Laws intense hivalates Death throughout the tri-state Who lie evade a '98 Lex in wide plate Well modernized Wide body cup with foreign eyes You far behind I rock the reptiles And steal a Karl Kani's Guard your eyes Mystical movements hard to size We harmonize And to its the force that's way beyond the skies Love position parlaying duck nd truck evictions Thug intentions every few months Off this mission Its principles master my square No identical expensible I figure you wise and play it sensible *Repeat |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
TrackMasters
A yo you see that a major, tellin my flavor All types of paper, I'm doin you a favor So blaze the trees, come on baby please Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees Cause I stay in these, coop rabie bees Jitty to the fifty, to the ACG's And when I'm lazy B Let the AC breeze, explain to my dames how the gamin be So what you trippin about, in the club I be kickin em' out I get em home then I'm twistin them out If I still keep it real I be friskin them out, with my dick in they mouth Then I'm kickin them out Cause you miss the quote, cause even if this kid was broke On you I wouldn't trick to know Have me high at first like I sniff some coke But now you gotta go don't forget your coat Uh *We are the firm all stars Fuckin your bitch we don't care who you are We don't need no introduction, our music steady bumpin From the crib to the club to your cars Come fuck with us If you know about us throw your hands in the air From Teaxes to NewYork to Monclair This be the knock from Flatbush to Little Rock Even New Orleans be bout it bout it It's hot Uhhhhhhhhh I gets 7:30 for the door daddy Ain't know thing, ya'll know about the rings huh Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat Anything you tryin ta bring, been there done that See the paper stack I'm not a hater dog Ya'll still crusin lands, I'm navagatin dog Brooklyn tone Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a James Bomd crome See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it If it's broke nigga we can let Tido fix it I can't stop, I won't stop Everything hot, first week out hit the top Pretty Boy Relentless, Cop the Coop thats expensive For instanse we rollin in fleets in ten to sixes We smoke phiphers with a dime chick pullin all nighters P be Mr. Macoroni The world slick lies and pretty Tony If you never new know you know me Thats why they wanna blow me We eat caviar, shine like a movie star Firm click real thick, Nas tell em' who we are *Repeat (x2) |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
The six ease out CD laced digital readout
No doubt cop glocks from the dred fuck the weedhouse Yo elegance hate females with no intelligence Embezzelment got big boys behind the metal fence Merrill Lynch it's your life Crist alright Vince on ice sex chicks all types General status smootheness mixed with malice Trips to Dallas built a pool in my palace Who want what from more moneys I want a cut Extortin start from the corner step on us up Sixty inch screen laserdisc with the beam It's my life i'm holding the dice don't intervene I send a team to smash out your whole plans No cold hands liquid or hunger to hold grands From state bids to large cats who lace cribs It's Firm Biz, y'all know what time it is *I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz) Talking bout the Firm, that is (Firm Firm Biz) I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz) Talking bout the Firm, that is that is That is that is Firm Biz! Peep the stee, creepin with AZ B-12's crazy I ball with the firm's first lady I brawl with those who hate me Make me spray I all; hoping for the day I fall Never that though Black 4 4's for fedz Like Donnie Brascoe so peep the cappos Who mack most splash it up with lactose Pretty thug style, I blow you out slug style Bent in the Caddy Coupe me and daddy duke He schooled me on how to stand on my own two He said son it's all kinda shit you gon' go through Either you gon' make it or you gon' fall too Now we headline tours remember me I told you that the world was yours Married to the Firm laws Esco bless flows y'all know me Laced in the Sony Firm be the hottest click to blow G *Repeat My pops uesd to warn me never fall victim to the horny Keep the pussy tight stay that bitch If i'm gon' fuck lay that dick Tony get him for his chips and pray he push a six Now I got game to make the thuggish niggas scream my name Hope the panties drop only if I cop The baby blue drop gotta keep my wrist iced The baddest bitch yeah the sex is alright Lace 'em all night going to the crib Jumping out the range in the iceberg tights Yeah I know about the five and its one shut eye 360 wave spinning cat thinkin he Nas From now 'til the day we shinin keep my diamond Esco with me in the E reclining top dogs The illest duo since the Boss name was Hugo AZ Firm trio stay on the lee low *Repeat (with modifications) |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
A tale of two cities. Right here.
It's time we set it straight connect with Dre the correct way Predicting platnum in less then a day So for that we amound us while y'all lackin' hope All I do is write raps stack relax and smoke Seeing my dreams come true stayin' humble in the eyes of others Politician with the wisest brothers It's Nature one of the greatest peep how I play this Straight from the Bridge one of your kids favorites From not till the day that I'm stiff fowl flagerant pay the rent Always stay swift, stuck in my ways type shovanistic Since a youth I had a thing for big jewels Flooded rings and older bitches holding my riches In lump sums for trust funds fully recoved thugs lust to bust guns While niggas get drunk beat wifes and cuss sons A slow process called life, let's show progress Don Cortes, white rags cherry bently Cop shines from Italy speak money language fluently Never fuck with the nastiest flashiest Bought a house as big as Scarface to show my happyness Rackin' the 6 0's for those that want to get personal to home Cock the heavy metal rollin' with my stones Prominent with flashy garments spread a mill small bills Bring a smile to an ill grill Popular loved throughout the industry If they sue light a philly cause the judge has gotta Free Willy Solute with chill Remy gently escort four ladies an arm The four caesers at he club Pentleys condo sweets I'm fancy 20 floors up overlookin' ladies boomerang they panties Bump the Firm Family's latest takin' trips to Las Dregas That's how we do it Aftermath incorperated *C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon it's the motherfuckin' Frim Family ooh Yeah, I better pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming Ooh cause the way you make me feel I feel like ooh screaming I spit rhymes for the radio and spit for tours Spend doe that I never thought I'd hold before Now if you just wanna front, you know my styles tight Niggas never should of plugged up the motherfuckin' mic Sippin' Tangeray 60 inch screen when we hang with Dre I just flew in from Queens no bag and plan to stay In the heat park this Royals Royce up in the beat Seeing topless bitches rollerblading in the street While I lounge in a jacousy sky cliff blue got the whole crew Nas, AZ, Nature, Foxy there too, how we do? Hit trees Cristal bottles, breeze tropical spread love till we wobble It's time to give let the kids live comfortable Anybody pumpin' between the East and West...fuck you Make moves political hit this revenue Set examples respect every individual *Repeat |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the Firm
I can remember when I first met Sosa, it was a glorious time There were wise guys everywhere, we were around Twenty one, twenty two at the time Yeah every place we go, every party People would stop and stare when we walked in We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars just for keeping The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle Heavy bag gold, panamania changed angle Let's tangle, tabernacles Ill lukiens coming at you, fuck Parus A billion years B.C., originally black Jews Cashsews honey now roasted, let's kill the colprate He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four four bit Fuck the hoe shit, mercury back tax ?birth? for me Personally I existed when Earth was in need, indeed Human lifeform transformed from light storms, poltrons Electrons nuetrons, iced long Nights long, repltilaians I'll see ya'll in the next millenium What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the Carribean Underwater force, placed under the court of law Usually sport Warlaw, my mind stay core raw Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch Nonchalaunt, usually there are Jimmies up in the palms Play low style, Guteians change my whole profile Left the dope pile, bet the guard be around for awhile Firm Islamic, hit the croner of the Earth just like a comet See I like Esco, he knew everybody and everybody knew him He was the type of guy who routed for the bad guys in the movies But hey Die for this Firm, live for this Firm Niggas learn, never should come before your fam From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van E's upon on us, cause of warrants While we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese Travel the world like Taurus, went half with Sosa for four bricks Down in Camdon, we handlin' to D.C. Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips For loose lips, by the jungle flise Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses Take her out to the Spark's stakehouse, gentelmen style Coincidental, family's here Meet fem fatale, French connection Persian wet don, let's get this "F" on The Ebony queen, Fox you grab my left arm Dre made a QB the conton, BK and so on Family strong ???? Nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's paper What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we rise Hope for now on we never cross sides You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would ya'll hoes do? But you know, the shit kinda turned me on Black Madonna, hoes kill for they popals Never seen a bitch like this, queen misses Rock BDS's on the left wrists, trick check this Respect this, Firm's niggas lie knee deep in this bitch Wanna need bitch and have my pussy bleed, swear for 'em Fuck and take the chair for 'em, whoever dare cross us The thoughts that thoughts across a bitch's minds, pops the nine Leave 'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep this Death before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a Lace me in Gabanna, peep dat Think I'm flippin' on these three cats, Set yo clown ass right up with my down ass Bitch to hold the cash and G's, stash the guns for 'em And the icedy E Berkee, breathe the the sun for 'em Long dick style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em Pretty ass hoe, bitches fuck 'em and I dumb on 'em When Nas pop the Crist, Fox cops the fifth Make my doe up for OZ's, now hoes that's real uhhh |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
Five minutes to flush
They say they just wanna question me the interuption 4 in the morning they knocked and caught me fuckin' Throw on something mad provocative play with the top lock Buy me some time so I can hide the shit kinda quick Move the guns clip the herb They got me shook up plus my nut was disturbed Hide the chocolate pickin' up shells form off the carpet Baracaiding the door for war like a hostage It's my crib, got my name on the lease Can't explain niggas just get arrained and released But who snitched set me up, I think it's you bitch Sacrificing my life for you two kids? Truth is, I got a business to lose eyewitness news Paper tellin' bitches to move, police turned this into a zoo Mad reporters, I laugh as I'm sippin' my brew They think they caught us *4 in the morning Feds are out at the door What you gonna do? What you gonna do when they come through for you? Ooh ee ooh ee ooh ee yeah yeah yeah yeah 4 minutes left About a minute went by they knocked harder My bitch went hysterical in shock Slapped her to calm her 4-4 cocked to armor It's been a long day now I raid with jakes playin' in the hallway It's senseless, enter my crib and can't prevent this Blockin' my enterence, trying to knock it off the hindges Battering rams coming inches, my hoe was buggin' Throw a fit thowin' puttin' coke in the oven Like I'm Larry Davis the phone rang some D.A. bitch "Nature turn yourself in" I didn't say shit Knowin' in my heart I'm a stay rich It's abusing, confusing them until they lose patience Try to ease up, calm my nerves with the cheeba Hoping the door doesn't fall before the keys flush Thieves rush, plus the riot squad No surrender no retreat shit's deep but times is hard *Repeat By the time they had busted in I had touched the cash Just flushed the last hundred grams nigga subduct the math They made me either that or let them take me Still in my night clothes fake like I'm asleep Spoke to my rat heard him ask where the coke at Predicate felon hope to never go back They had survelance aware of all dealings Knew about bitches that liked to shoot and loot kept in ceilings Searching my spot behind curtains stay cursing Chief of police finally meet him in person But I just flushed the yayo what could he say do Trying to flip on me, once was on the payroll Trying to laylow he can't find what he need So instead I'm cuffed taken down for some weed But it's just for a short say, I call the Firm then emerge On the streets to return the next court day *Repeat |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
*You gonna make me fuck somebody else (I'm gonna fuck somebody)
If you keep on treating me the way you do (you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it) You gonna make me fuck somebody else If you keep on treating me the way you do (you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it) Most of these cats ain't got nothing for me, but if we talikng G's That's a different story, now don't embarass yourself Cause if you ain't pushin' what I'm tryin' to push next year You talking for ya health, nigga rock on Check where you come from, you now my stee dun Run a G and leave 'em strung with they tongue hung, niggas is bold now I puts the gold down, I ain't laughing Cats be asking can they lick my hole now, feel free Nigga eat me, treat me Ya trick, pussy clit lickin' No ass gettin' dick, first roles Niggaz is my hoes, top my doe Wanna lace me with some head after my show, bringin' dat I'm the nasty bitch that I am, make 'em lick my pearl tongue And you got to give my girls some, fuck a man Bitch got the world in her hand, just on spite Niggaz got to fuck me right *Repeat Aye yo Fox quit the PP on niggaz that is ricky Have them cats wining like Be-Be and Ce-Ce, Ill Na Na Pussy hot like a sauna, have yo dick doin' flips in my teddy by Gabanna Can yo baby's momma keep it wet like this, sex like this Nigga this is the best it gets, been around the world twice Gettin' more ice, bomb ass cock Fuck a nigga all night, for you bitch kept the pussy tight All night, nasty when I wanna Pussy you make me wonder, any eye in me Keep vibin' me, roll a nigga got the word that he coppin' threes They call him Long Dick Steve, make the pussy steamy Lips in the ass with his face thug cree, ya'll should've seen him Nigga dick mad tiny, doin' tricks like a muthafuckin' genie *Repeat Now niggaz get a nut just to watch me strut, niggas tried knockin' me up Locking me down, what clown copped me a truck But I ain't need it, he passed me da blunts but I don't get weeded Smoke the put bush, let him eat it Let's him get high then his face in my thigh, while I'm in his ride Fuck a nigga Todd, screamin' my name Cum stains on the wood grain, had a good thang But the truth is your loose lips mad me ruthless, now you sex what Jerk it, it's for certain Had him spend up, had him bent up Got the next nigga none in ya Benz truck Ain't nothing wrong with a good dick, fuck a trick Suck a dick, let no trick Nigga pass up, fuck the last nut Get a ass up uhh the next what, can a nigga do But fuck you and ya crew with down ass hoes *Repeat You gonna make me fuck somebody (you gonna make fuck somebody) You gonna make me fuck somebody (if you keep fucking up the way you do) You gonna make me fuck somebody (ohh fuck somebody) You gonna make me fuck somebody (you're gonna make me fuck somebody) |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
What?
That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that? What? That Firm shit, that Firm shit Everyday I'ma polli bout, who's the best hotty out? And will they ever let Gotti out? Am I real? Feel free to try me out Guaranteed eternally, you signin out I only bang quarters, not a thing short of than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon Bledest stone, where the place you call home? Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill Make mills and escro, decimals Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O Bracelets got all, along with gold Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts Head honcho, cat Esco Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo' Never love a ho, get my dick sucked Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up Fox get the B's, Bonnie live it up *Your love, so good You deserve some hardcore That Firm shit, that Firm shit *Repeat FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked Never love a trick, get him for his chips Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six? He actin like a bitch, he should've known this Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures Cognac is that liquor Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out Might fuck around, lay somethin down wit mad niggas out here to see that shit We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick all the way down to Hicktown, layin it down Fox be the classiest, the sassiest The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist More of the shit to hold you with Keep hatin I'ma fold your bitch Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6 Doe full of ices, black Isis Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams Take it from me, let a nigga dream Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream *Repeat (x2) It's about time I reverse that Bitches learn game, rehearse that It ain't no love, ma remember that Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back tryin to hurt that Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home watchin the kids, while you're gettin it on I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro You ain't slick enough, think I don't know Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me Did it on G-P, let you eat me Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV That Firm shit, that Firm shit **Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh That Firm shit, that Firm shit *Repeat (x3) **Repeat |
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from Kool G Rap - The Giancana Story (2002)
[AZ]
Yeah.. it's 2G Brooklyn-Queens connection Y'all bout to feel somethin, y'all never felt before Aiyyo G, you know I'm like a trey-eight special I'm close range Fuckin with you I gotta get AK material, banana clip style Let's do this, let's do this [Tito] Blow the spot like tea kettle whistles Federal slugs, the lead'll kiss you Infrared burners'll never miss you All digital, hard physical, spittle you riddle you Priest prayin over your body while you in critical Come in a few, give out a doz this what the semi do See what the Henny and Rémy do BGF, Black Gorilla Family jet, Black Godfather finesse Fifty caliber hole surroundin your chest Bentley blue steel armored cars with boulder baguettes We live in effect, blaze a gun while poppin a Tec Recognize killers, nigga, pop a collar to that Gorilla breed to the death, that's the shit that I rep Code of silence, addicted to havin fattened the violence AK-47 rapidly firin, got love for bloodshed and the sirens Take banana clips to my gun, to keep my shit off balance My heart filled with malice [Chorus: Kool G Rap - repeat 2X] Yo, if you livin thug, holla back (Holla back) My bitches strippin in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let em stack y'all) This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats) And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat Pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that) [Nawz] Yo, wavin cash, gun in the stash, the click on smash From rockets that blast, yo we in your pockets for cash Burgundy mask, bullets like a surgery slash Internally burn your staff and dismember your ass Coroners bag from autops' to medical lab I leave you leakin like Carlito watch your memory flash Quicksand for fam, tied a fuckin brick to your hands I'm sicker with the Henny liquor with the clip to your man When it's on it's on, do your moms bodily harm Firstborn'll be your first gone, beef goes on Permanent cash, put you in the tourniquet fast Feed you glass and use you to fertilize the grass Puff green when we fiendin to murder ya whole team For cream, the infrared beams'll shatter your dreams I flatter your queen and rip her right out of her jeans Intervene and it's the homicide scene for your team [Chorus] [AZ] From hideous acts on the one gettin rid of the gats A nigga back, no parole, now how pretty is that? The city is trapped, bottles popped, Phillies is cracked Niggaz is strapped, half bent, illin, spillin they 'gnac Cars tinted, my rap image too large to mimmick We mob in it, fake niggaz dissolve in minutes It's codes to it, real killers they know music Even hoes on the low at the shows lose it Courvoisier-sippin, this slim nigga stay flippin My ways different, duck when the AK spittin It's more to it, verbal wisely, all fluent In real life this is how the dogs do it Double-edged sword, rep for y'all seein the board See y'all home soon, it's better than seein the morgue So what's the conflict, who wanna Don with this? For the streets strictly we got the bombest shit [Chorus] [Kool G Rap] Two violent niggaz sit at the round table, in brown sables Chains hangin down to the navel Brooklyn and Queens connect get down fatal Hold the four-pound stable Won't hesitate to rock a clown's cradle Get put in the dirt like ground cable Found from bloodhound nasals Or deep in the river get found naval That shit y'all spit sound fable "American Me" style, knife in the anal; who 'round to save you? I leave you from waist down disabled Face split like a round bagel Found in a hospital gown witcha crown stapled Wrong one to tangle with, a gym star, spangle your shit Use your handkerchief to strangle your bitch Single niggaz out on the strip and bang in a clip Slugs from a Desert Eagle mingle the click A force of habit, for me to let it rip across your attic Never violent with a silent but I toss your cabbage [Chorus] (Beotch!) |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
yo, Nori know this, and Nori know that
but Nori know gat (why) cause Nori buck dat Iraq'll make you famous throwing gang signs like it's sign language distinguish us from the others kidnap your baby mothers bringing drama to the deep covers salute g, bust you down like a lucie Jose probably lay with a gold uzi crunk Italy, Africa and Sicily niggaz acting sissy see pointing guns and missing me (Nas: "Yo son, it's on son") hey yo there's beef in the hood again niggaz came with hoods again thinking that it woulda been saw us, from what we first did when we did now we twist another wig, a mother lose another kid but it's beef now, keep it short real brief now strike vigorous, no intentions of missing it they sent the message, or example, whatever set it up man on man only to score we apply the plan quickly explain why you ran in this dark land we lay you down in the sand on the lines like the internet many would come if you would pose off against my set, there ain't a nigga yet smoke so much, niggaz say I need nicarette you say bogie but you used to say cigarette nine-oh, a new religion, a new beginning *I'm leaving baby don't go I know the block is hot boo I'll watch your spot I'm leaving sweetie don't leave I need you to stay with me (come on) uh huh, uh, uh uh huh, uh, uh I'm leaving boo I can't understand and don't think that I'll be back again it's like a bad dream and I can't wake up mouth caked up knowing these cats is fake fucks and it ain't right with no love, them hugs ain't tight son we used to pop bottles and slugs the same night hey yo they left me right hand damaged and I ain't lefty couldn't bust when I's supposed to pull what I'm supposed to do? lay down, watch these niggaz spray me or maybe we strike accurate blaze them plus they ladies I woulda never thought we'd ever get caught in this way of life prosecution, if you violate a player's rights say it twice Nature soon to be engraved in ice hanging off my neck glistens like it's framed in light niggaz call me Jose shootin the Artie Clay Benedict Arnold type getting this rap loot still selling China White either Allah or Christ married to marijuana now my niggaz don't write (still ice, still living this life) *Repeat you got the nerve to say that Nature's slipping? the greatest vision bald-head kid Cartier frames, the latest Pippens doggystyle was my favorite position until I switched it, dead shit got on some head shit headed in the wrong direction up in the Sheraton QB to LA still puffing my medicine for those lost in the streets up north or deceased for those struggling unfortunate to eat I dedicate this, tell me right now how do you rate this? whatever happened to the mule and the 40 acres it's outrageous, the way the god finesse the basics invasion, me and Noreaga Firm made men |
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from A. Z. - Final Call - The Lost Tapes (2008)
Its international players shit you know what I mean
Its big boys shit, y'all little boys get the fuck outta here, ya heard Floss with me and stash holds more than 50 Snatchin the baddest bitch no luggage, we off to Sicily First class flights, see me shine matchin in white Gatored up with the faded cut flashin the ice Fuck that, niggaz know me, keep low key Sneezers nosy, live niggaz creep OT From all the hustle on the streets daily numbin the brain From drainin out of his game but we runnin the same Loving the pain, thug niggaz thuggin in the rain Broke niggaz stay broke stingy huggin they chain Church niggaz just chill stay connect and thoughts While the vest they lost warrants catch them in courts Catchin the source, the students that lessons is taught I been near through my younger years perfecting the sport All praises do for all those facing the zoo, this is the crew Soon we'll be blazin that chew [Chorus] If you want it (if you want it) Just let me know (let me know) If you want it (if you want it) Just let me know (let me know) If you want it (if you want it) Just let me know (let me know) Let me know (let me know) I do this for y'all, I ball for y'all Hit the streets strap up go to war for y'all Its all for y'all, Champagne across the ball Late night hit the strip see me floss the car Hit for now, all smiles no tears for now Quiet money know the styles see all years from now Anti, still camerin shots when remise with eyes And hands through the wise Strong ties dance with the live Act hold up, my whole team actin all up Brooklyn! hear to speak niggaz packin all up Poet at heart, dart making throwin at them charge Hit or miss still a way splitter blow them a part Flow with the sharks, real killers coat with the dark Is these playin in the streets they awoke to the art AZ on your project walls act to the halls Respect all the laws, its locked now check all the doors [Chorus] What y'all niggaz want, y'all know who y'all fuckin wit What up From all the new, solar now roll with the crew Young in, now a nigga just know what to do Trustin a few, feds had me flushin pervu You fuckin with who? Slippin I'll be bustin at you Money to get, y'all niggaz that run your shit Dum on your bitch, butt fuck her cum on her tits I'm young and convinced, captive trainin for T's You ain't in my league just chill and keep blowin your weed Quiet as kept, cash flow relyin on my rep Sizing the threat, down for like knives in the vest Sure shots for the war blocks caught in the box Call for you ox, crab niggaz call for the cops [Chorus] |
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from Nas - From Illmatic To Stillmatic The Remixes [ep] (2002)
Aiyyo wassup wassup
let's keep it real son Count this money yaknowhatI'msayin Aiyyo put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msayin Cause we spendin these Jackson's The Washington's go to wifey you know how that go I'm sayin that's what this is all about right Clothes bankrolls and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin Yo then what man what Visualizin the realism of life and actuality Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary And my mentality is money orientated I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it cause yeah we were beginners in the hood as five percenters But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners Now some restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us Even though we know somehow we all gotta go but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough so and to that day we expire and turn to vapors me and my capers ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers Keepin it real packin steel gettin high Cause life's a bitch and then you die Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we puff lye I woke up early on my born day I'm twenty years of blessing The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it One quarter through life some Godly like thing created Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one cuss while I puffs from my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain Don't go against the grain simple and plain When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard Droppin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash Now it's all about cash in abundance niggaz I used to run with is rich or doin years in the hundreds I switched my motto instead of sayin fuck tommorrow That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto Once I stood on the block loose cracks produce stacks I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric Pack a four matic that crack your whole cavity Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we get high Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die that's why we puff lye Cause you never know when you're gonna go Life's a bitch and then you die |
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from A. Z. - Final Call - The Lost Tapes (2008)
(feat. CL Smooth)
(AZ) (talking) Yea, poet, politician, playa when necessary This is AZ I'm your host for the evening It's Magic Hour How we gonna do this? No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti Bare chest, you pass this dirty gram on the pinky Respect, finess movements like your hands in grafitti Grey Goose, mixed with grape, cran and the kiwi It's truth holds galore Rolls go clothes galore; take paper till they close the door Either or, corner hustle or hustle on tour To seen it all, nothing left but to stumble no more And the sex is fantasm Flow, campaigns 'em Dough, can't change 'em Courts, can't arraign 'em It's sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught, I came in force, all the bangers is brought Brought the bang at your fort, torch and tangle your thoughts, Scorch and stand if you're short So of course, just to chill and conversate, Mil- and Salaam-ulate Millions i'm trying to chase illin' from out the gate Get it right my feelin's is not awake Ducatti bikes, shipped from out of state The pressure is on, the blunts is lit My presence is strong, it's real I'm amongst the mix The Wesson is long, I move like I'm on some shit So testin' is wrong cause once guns is drawn that's it The beats the rap the game is done We leave, we at, we smack, we bang them guns We beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we come So, peace to that he's back nigga one (CL Smooth) (talking) Yea, Chairman of the Board, man Black Leader, the Mecca Don El Presidente, Ladies and Gentlemen, All I do is bring the life to a dead game the moment I came Under my umbrella, my flag, my name If the ship leaving the port, cruise to the resort You can't be serious baby, this is sport Gotta make my rounds, head wolf of this pack Till it's me an A' steppin' out of both sides of that Maybach We can eat lovely, just don't interrupt me And mix all this checkmate with that quiet money I can see it all bubblin' the move is no troublin' I'ma give you the plug and the Sosa They all love CL, no jail for homie Only gotta tell me one time, Don't fuck me Tony Just buy weight fly straight and keep me right And I don't care what I spend on security It helps me sleep at night Scene of this sharp as me You take it in air, you can't compare To the initials engraved in my office chair The boss is here, we deep in the game You can't do it the same You gotta bring a strong leash for your dame or pop up Speaking of cheddar, me and son peak it together Can't feel it's the real deal or let the meatballs meet the Baretta Smellin' like fresh cut leather Odd color called sarsaparilla The curtain is drawn the seat's vanilla Let him see heat forever Taking that seat empowers All you wantin' is Magic Hour |
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from A. Z. - Final Call - The Lost Tapes (2008)
F] - Yo A what's goin on?
[AZ] - Yo yo, what up baby boy? [F] - Ohhhhh [AZ] - Hahaha [F] - What's the deal my nigga? [AZ] - Look at you, uh huh, lookin like money [F] - You know what it is [AZ] - Yeah [F] - You know what it is [AZ] - Yeah [F] - It's been 2 or 3 years, right? [AZ] - I know, I been a minute right? [F] - I know man, listen here [AZ] - It's all good tho, you know I'm maintaining [F] - You lookin good though baby boy [AZ] - I mean whatever, lets get it poppin [F] - Alright, well I'm with you, gimme ur number [AZ] - No doubt, no doubt [F] - Here go my number right here [Verse 1] You know the happenings, homies just yapping and Hand shaking, laughing, and exchanging all they math again You usually lose touch when you traveling A few dudes bruise up in the batteling Parked on Madison across from the Radison We talked about the taddling some niggaz did in Maryland Plus discussed, no homicides unraveling I asked was he dabbling he laughed and said he managing His Cardi frames was as clear as a camera lens He hardly changed, I was near in comparison We joked about how police choked him out And he claimed as far as fame I had enough to bust in Operas mouth In other words, I was up in clout And from the curb I need to pull a Larry Bird fore I'm up and out Without a sound, snatch my Guinness off the ground Rose up, gave him a pound and told him, "Homie, hold it down" [Chorus] You know the game insane in the brain Big thangs in the Range, real niggaz never change And though we homies and we no longer hang You know you know me and that love still remains So thru the fame, thru the fire and the flames I adapt to the pain, real niggaz do the same And though we homies and we no longer hang You know you know me and that love still remains [Verse 2] It was Tuesday when I saw him, figured Friday I could call him Woke up early Wednesday morning, flew a chick in from New Orleans She ain't that average bitch who be dogging for dick You know them chicks that get you sick when they keep calling Up in Nostrum's for a fresh pair of the Force 'em Of course with footwear I be that first nigga that sport 'em Caught 'em, before the salesmens even had time to assort 'em Bought 'em, before any celeb stylist eva saw 'em Warm soon as I copped 'em in the spot playing possum Debating my destination, lacing, weighing my options Celly started rocking, I anwsered, "What's poppin'?" They anwsered and said, "They shot him, now the hood got a problem" I had to swallow, reaching out for my water bottle Tryin to figure what nigga, why and by who, then Before you know it, the other voice told it It was homie from the old click I just seemed to spoke with Oh shit, this can't be serious, that's my word, pssssh [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's Doe or Die, we survive till we slain And it's no surprise, homie was prolly high when they came I know the guy, he was fly, him and I was the same A Gemini, with a status symbolized as his name Godly trained, he could camoflague on any terrain Cardi frames, we go back like bottles and James It's a shame cuz they say his baby mom is to blame But nonchalantly I refrained cuz it constantly changed From close range, somebody please slowly explain If they just wanted some jewels why didn't they go for the chain? If they just wanted some news they coulda left him in his Hanes But no, they just left a nigga breathless and banged [Chorus] - 3X |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
Yo this Esco, who this?
What's the deally? I just touched grounds down in Philly Brought a pound with me, Feds floatin around silly Tryin to find Lynn, bitch supposed to be in the Benz Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe Gwen Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned to post it alone, the ass had us both in the zone But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes I know the jewels No time for them thoughts, too much to lose Just tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the ride Where's your joy and pride? You know little Des got your eyes In the cut, drop-Z okay, the top's up Left the mall bought Little Amal the toy truck Your boy's what, three years old now, correct? He and my daughter age neck and neck, they futures set Trees got me wet, in the background's an old cassette Fly Stephanie Mills shit What's the deal with, all this shit I'm hearin up top You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop That ain't ya stee', you usually low key with no t I'm only goin off of what some weak bitch told me That's some ill shit, hear that bitch go with her click Yo Dunn, I'll hit you right back cause the static is thick *We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue, then you through We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue, we got you We just hit the cribbo, I'm curled up on this pillow I'm still low, hold the ill news, these niggaz killed mo' The shit touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie from a while back - same foul cats who tried to bust me Caught 'em sleeppin, in Spanish Harlem with some Puerto Ricans Up in Washington Heights right off the Deacon Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's tapped Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own back Keep your eyes open - stay wide, shit is mind blowin Look for any sign showin one-time is knowin about the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more Cats bleed in this cold war Son we took an oath, then this life took us both We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth Now I'm on the car doin, headlights on Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light storm that's formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow? Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other side Yo son some other cats tried to ruin our plans Sendin two decoy bitches with pictures of you and your man Askin your whereabouts - I gave 'em no leads For all the nigga know them hoes fuck with police No shit I'm clickin over, I'ma tell Sos' quick Son - them outta state bitches tryin to get us both hit That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my hoe's stomach Said it's no hundred, we FBI's most wanted So play the low, change your clothes, pack your bags Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast *Repeat Yo it's all good I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, word Stay on point - don't even use the phone just come to my crib yo, word up Out |
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