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1. _ Purple
Light it, uhh Light it up, uhh [Nas] The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it's just an intro Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it Writing, across the stomach spell GOD son Life is like a jungle black it's like the habitat of Tarzan Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine Most of my niggaz packed in correctional facilities Half of them passed on, mack strong, couple of shots May the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin the block Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin they place A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that Same walk, same talk, I wonder can that be possible A thug dies, another step inside his shoes And they will hurt you, layin low with a bottle I'm blowin circles, my state of mind purple Light it, light it, uhh Yeah.. light it up, light it up, uhh Y'all just wanna deal with drama Talk about niggaz who got things, y'all ready to kill his momma Everything you went to is underworld related You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin soldiers to pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder Think of how many dudes died tryin to be down with you Everybody's under six feet of ground but you Still standin, still roamin through the streets, that's real You a survivor, knowin all the beef is ill You got a bunch of thugs witchu even now that's ready Trustin your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away That ain't love it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face? Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars Instead they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin a mirror Lookin down a tear in jail, makin weapons to kill ya We smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many Cold-blooded murderers, universal Hood to hood, blowin smoke, state of mind is purple Light it up, light it up light it up, uhh Light it up.. light it up, light it up, uhh Uhh.. uhh, uhh, light it, light it, uhh These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble Reactin before thinkin, they easily irritated And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin when we should be climbin, in a nutshell, it's just jail Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggaz rewindin instead of movin forward, to blow up so what's the science? People shoutin, police pushin the crowd And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin out him Am I hallucinatin off the hazin? Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots Photograph pictures of, suspect faces It's usually, two or three niggaz who innocent But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy (?) Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you So, my state of mind's all purple more free lyrics |
2. _ Fetus
Yeah I want all my niggas to come journey with me My name is Nas, and the year is 1973 Beginning of me, therefore I could see Through my belly button window who I am... I existed in a womb, just like an abyss Came straight from spirit land, my hands balled in a fist Punching on my moms stomach, kicking on her cervix Twitching cause I'm nervous Thought my intended purpose Was to be born to reign, not in scorn or vain But to take on a name, my pops chose for me Bloodstream full of indo Developing eyes looking out my belly button window My father's face wears a frown And I'm wondering if they even want me around Cause I'll go back to spirit town So I could rest longer before I come back down The chute again, in the near future when My moms and pops can agree on this Was here before but my moms saw her gynocologist He dumped me off, first they want me then turn around and they dont You got a 120 days do what you want But as for me coming back this be my last time Abort me, keep me, give me away, make up ya mind [Nas] I shot my way out my mom dukes I shot my way out my mom dukes They must wanna keep me, cause 4 months past and I'm still alive Guess I got what you call an ill-will to survive When I look hard the lights is killing my eyes I know when moms is laying down cause I get bored and start to get live Move side to side hear loud music and vibe All black babies are born with rhythm thats no lie Solar energize, mineralize food through my mothers tube I'm covered in this thick layer of goo Month two was the least most comfortable My umbilical cord choking me But month 3 was closer, see Thats when pops took moms to see the doc at the clinic But I was saved cause he changed his mind in the last minute Watching 'em yell, heard my moms voice well Feared fist fights, so terrified when we fell While they broke up furniture and smashed plates on the wall I wondered if I am born will I be safe at all This place they call the world though my view was so large Couldn't wait to get up, grow up and take charge Month 5, Month 6 went by, hoping I'm born in July But the Lord already figured out a date and time Septemeber 14th, 73 Get ready world, doctors in the front waiting for me Arms open cause they know when I drop, alot of shit's gonna stop See how the goverment will start re-training cops Month 9, I'm a week over due, the labor induced Pops told my moms to push and take deep breaths too Said stay calm, holding her arm, I'm trying to hold on Surgical gloves touching my scalp, my head pops out Everything blurry, my first breath screams out Tears pouring down my pops face he's so proud Wanted to hold me, but I was so bloody They washed me off and he said "At least that nigga aint ugly!" Placed me in his arms snuggly, laid me on my mother Finally, I got to see who held me in her body She loved me,and I plan to over through the devil Y'all bout to see this world in trouble Motherfuckers... more free lyrics |
3. _ Doo Rags
Uhh [Nas] 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 [Chorus] 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? [Nas] 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 naked crawlin in the carpet 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 [Chorus] [Nas] 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 sun 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 And it's like that [Chorus] more free lyrics |
4. _ My Way
[Nas] Word to Will, buried in his fila suit and heavy chain I wanna be iced-up nigga, bury me the same I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame Respect all, fear none, my pride is everything Initials in swimming pools floors, women lose draws A true boss, never lose wars, got cheddar to floss Guns under beds, mask and a flashlight Living my life like everyday's my last night Alcoholic on toilets, I shit blood Foreign cars, models and stars, life of a rich thug Mama told me from weed, I would switch drugs To cocaine and hit clubs and deep-dish dubs How would she know unless she hit the clubs, got her mack-on Back in the 60's with an afro and her platforms Bopping to the supremes, smoking joints That's cool, but I'ma live how I want [Chorus 1] I did it my way, from crumbs and roaches and rats I did it my way, converted in from hustling to raps I did it my way, from break dancing, back spins on the cardboard I did it my way, to bullet proof bentleys, gats in the car's door I did it my way, never gave a fuck what nobody said I did it my way, they hope that I fail and wished I was dead I did it my way, if I fucked op it falls on me I did it my way, I'm lucked up and struck rich, now we all can eat [Nas] Gateways, marble floors, chandeliers Juzzi's, gucci soap, throwing cash in the air Though I, still feel broke with millions in the bank And deals on the table, I focus to stay afloat And just to think some would die to get with I got They think its alot, the blink of an eye, you could get shot Niggas is wolves, coming if you ruthless or not But i be on point, put you in places where bodies rot Never knew murder till I seen my man get popped No blood soaking, laying there, eyes still open I got a little closer, put my hand in his palm He was looking right through me, Yo staring beyond I wonder what he saw, the limoes, movies and tours Did he die in vain and represent for the cause Now I put his name on everything I'm involved And that's the game, Ya'll can't relate, fuck ya'll (Ill Will) [Chorus 2] I did it my way, from crumbs, roaches and rats I did it my way, converted in from hustling to raps I did it my way, I call it how I see it niggas I did it my way, if you don't like it so be it niggas I did it my way, I make my own rules, I do my own plans I did it my way, gangstas do what they want Suckers do what they can't I did it my way, taking sacrifices kid I did it my way, but now you only getting one life to live [Nas] Yo, hoes in my fold can slow me, roll with the brokest homies Cold and we hopeless lonelies, scolding my foes who phony From blocks where coke can feed you and cops are over evil They know some people who tell on felons who sold some diesil Here on and blow it rurals, its mine, knew a crew one time '89, they took work to Caroline and blew big time In just two years, their crew disappear Snitches and bitches, smeared the paint on their pictures Years back, I reminiscence and remember, sitting on wood benches Gave me splinters, just a baby nigga thankful When them killers came through, guns out, moving I think the ones who said shorty go home, we about to be shooting [Chorus 1] more free lyrics |
5. _ Black Zombie"
Uhh [Nas] Yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow? All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes? And you believe when they be tellin you lie, all on the media? They make the world look crazy to keep you inside? Why you listen when the teachers at school know you a young single parent out strugglin, they think you a fool Give your kids bad grades and put 'em in dumber classes Killin shorty future, I wonder how do we last it Underground in they casket? Ancestors turnin I'm learnin somethin every day, there is no Lazareth Words like God is Greek or Latin So if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters My niggaz is chillin, gettin high, relaxin Envisionin, ownin shit, yo it can happen What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes Not enough banks, to give a brother a loan What do we own? The skin on our backs, we run and we ask for reperations, then they hit us with tax And insurance if we live to be old, what about now? So stop bein controlled, we black zombies [Chorus: (sung)] Walkin talkin dead, though we think we're livin (black zombies) We just copy-cat, followin the system (black zombies) Walkin talkin dead, though we think we're livin (black zombies) We just copy-cat, followin the system (black zombies) [Nas] Aiyyo we trapped in our own brain, fuck behind bars We've already gone insane They've already gave up, cut our own heads offs Stab our own backs and dream too much without fulfillin reality; too greedy and can't have one or two chains, we need three of dem Can't have one or two guns without squeezin 'em on our own people and, fuck black leaders cause whites ain't got none leadin them, the rhythm is cosmic Nas is divinity, the deity's prophetless All get down and get up Victims walkin 'round with Down's Syndrome, all stuck Faintin, shoutin, catchin Holy Ghost in church Scared to do it for ourselves 'less we see somebody doin it first We begged, we prayed, petitioned and demostrated Just to make another generation - black zombies [Chorus] [Nas] You scared to be yourself, cause you in a trance Feel free, hear the music and dance If you cared what they think, why wear what they wear, just for you Dumb niggaz with long beards like they Arabs or Jews or from Israel, (?)bish'meal Allah, el-rachman, el-Rahim (?) Islam's a beautiful thing And Christian and Rastafari, helps us to bring peace against the darkness, which is unGodly So what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow? Use your own intuition, you are tommorrow [roaring] .. that's the sound of the beast I'm a Columbia record slave, so get paid Control your own destiny, you are a genius Don't let it happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie [Chorus] [Nas] Wake up! Black zombies in a spell for more than fo'-hundred years Ghetto niggaz won't have it no mo', can I get a witness? Why listen to somebody else tell you how to do it when you can do it yourself; it's all in you, do it, do it Do it niggaz.. more free lyrics |
6. _ Black Zombie
Uhh
[Nas]
Yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow?
All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes?
And you believe when they be tellin you lie, all on the media?
They make the world look crazy to keep you inside?
Why you listen when the teachers at school
know you a young single parent out strugglin, they think you a fool
Give your kids bad grades and put 'em in dumber classes
Killin shorty future, I wonder how do we last it
Underground in they casket? Ancestors turnin
I'm learnin somethin every day, there is no Lazareth
Words like God is Greek or Latin
So if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters
My niggaz is chillin, gettin high, relaxin
Envisionin, ownin shit, yo it can happen
What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes
Not enough banks, to give a brother a loan
What do we own? The skin on our backs, we run and we ask
for reperations, then they hit us with tax
And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
So stop bein controlled, we black zombies
[Chorus: (sung)]
Walkin talkin dead, though we think we're livin (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, followin the system (black zombies)
Walkin talkin dead, though we think we're livin (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, followin the system (black zombies)
[Nas]
Aiyyo we trapped in our own brain, fuck behind bars
We've already gone insane
They've already gave up, cut our own heads offs
Stab our own backs and dream too much
without fulfillin reality; too greedy and
can't have one or two chains, we need three of dem
Can't have one or two guns without squeezin 'em
on our own people and, fuck black leaders
cause whites ain't got none leadin them, the rhythm is cosmic
Nas is divinity, the deity's prophetless
All get down and get up
Victims walkin 'round with Down's Syndrome, all stuck
Faintin, shoutin, catchin Holy Ghost in church
Scared to do it for ourselves 'less we see somebody doin it first
We begged, we prayed, petitioned and demostrated
Just to make another generation - black zombies
[Chorus]
[Nas]
You scared to be yourself, cause you in a trance
Feel free, hear the music and dance
If you cared what they think, why wear what they wear, just for you
Dumb niggaz with long beards like they Arabs or Jews
or from Israel, (?)bish'meal Allah, el-rachman, el-Rahim (?)
Islam's a beautiful thing
And Christian and Rastafari, helps us to bring
peace against the darkness, which is unGodly
So what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow?
Use your own intuition, you are tommorrow
[roaring] .. that's the sound of the beast
I'm a Columbia record slave, so get paid
Control your own destiny, you are a genius
Don't let it happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Wake up! Black zombies in a spell for more than fo'-hundred years
Ghetto niggaz won't have it no mo', can I get a witness?
Why listen to somebody else tell you how to do it
when you can do it yourself; it's all in you, do it, do it
Do it niggaz..
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7. _ U Gotta Love It
Real conversation for that ass (Its what they want) Huh (Its what they want) What you said, can't hear you man (Its what they want) Speak the fuck up (Its what they want) Word (Its what they want) [Nas] Nastradumas, astrologic, know when I rep Flow when I'm set, got the chips to a lotus my whip Gold on my neck was once a code of respect For high rollers and vets Now its loads of baguettes, prefer a mack-10 over a tech No matter sober or wet, I smack soldiers, cadets Trees that might eject my hype back Famous phrase "Nigga light that" Hoes you fuck, ask you where your ice at, dun Its all about playboys, when we was young Can only get tongue, then finally we can cum Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro From bottles, to seven in your hand To fake pepsi's to get to the crack, unscrew the can Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it We got it if the fiends want it The whole block singing the same theme "Don it" Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket If its ice work, I'm gonna truck it You gotta love it, you gotta love it [Chorus] (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) [Nas] Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of bitches Hung up my riches, her childest wishes Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo' So when your click roll, I let my clips go, Niggas on opposite polls I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole Inhuman, living hostile opposed To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in suburbans with liquor Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens You can't be a kingpin when you snitching Regardless, we still make you a target We shoot you and chill, chrome objects Hit you in your projects, its street anomics This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics Miserable cats, hunger painting Get off your ass, stop complaining My crew be in Montego Bay margariting While you home, waiting your arraignment This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna kill me They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me You gotta love it, you gotta love it [Chorus] (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) more free lyrics |
8. _ Everybody's Crazy
[Nas]
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
[Hook: repeat 2X]
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
[Nas]
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
[Hook]
[Nas]
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
Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now
[Hook]
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9. _ Drunk By Myself
Uhh,Uhh, Where am I going? Where am I? Yo, it's ill [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus:] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus: 1x] [Verse 3] 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 I'm tired... [Chorus: 1x] more free lyrics |
10. _ Poppa Was A Playa
To My Nigger who brought me in this world Taught us right Nigger My old dad imported to the family structure Provide her God My moms a queen at university civaliza My pops maybe was late but always came home My moms would put us to bed and she would wait on Soon as he walk in the door she barking I turned out the Jonny Carson Jumped out the bed We grabbed both his legs Me and my brother Not knowing the pain he gave my mother Night after night, fighting yelling at each other My papa played the street all day Mama was either home, at work, while we played inside the hall way She sacrifices all she got to feed us When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heeding But still I didn't see it Mama hid it from us We was kids younger Till we got bigger, on to Bigger things that we knew what the time was That daddy was leaving the crib and moms love Papa was player, player wasn't papa Papa loved the ladies Never got enough of Pretty brown round Running round town (Shhhhh) Don't tell your mother what's going down [Repeat 2x] So many kids I knew, never knew what Pap was That's why I show my pop love He was still around when I fucked up He could have left My moms pregnant shock to death but stayed Watch me crawl till I took my first step, to the first grade To my first fist fight Right behind me he would stand No matter how big or tall he made me fight you like a man Throw dirt in your eye, swing my right scoop your ass and slam He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam Roaches and weed all over my crib him and moms relaxing Next thing you know he packing So then I asked him What's this white shit on that plate and your facing? Papa why you butt ass from the waist And who's this lady I'm facing Dark skin you're not my mommy He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me Promise things that he would buy me If I kept my mouth close and don't tell mommy He said one day I'll understand little me Was in you to side me Papa was player, player wasn't papa Papa loved the ladies Never got enough of Pretty brown round Running round town (Shhhhh) Don't tell your mother what's going down [Repeat 2x] Pop's told me hold my own Pop's told me value home Could I help it papa was a rolling stone Who loved the pretty brown round Out of town bound Jumping in his jazz Benz he touring At home I play his latest recordings And it's strange now how, I do my thing now I'm in the game now And heard of it his brain pow To pull strings and gain power From weed habits are same now No white lines to trumpets to tight rhymes And beats that be pumping Before he left he taught me something A child's young years the most important time to be there That's why he stayed till we grew up, respect is still here I'm older now see what having a father's about One day they can be in your life next day they be out It's not because of you, you know the deal Him and your moms feel If they stay together then someone will get killed I love you still Always will Cause that's my nigger Although you felt you was wrong I still feel you kid Life gose on more free lyrics |
11. _ Nothing Lasts Forever
A lot of times it seems like, you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life
But, yo if you got a plan, believe me you gon' get there
You gon' get everything you ever wanted baby
That's my word
Trust, my niggas come home from long bids
They check for me before they see their own kids
I open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tour in
major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers
Cop Ferraris with navigational screens
guide us through your hood and any locality, head back to Queens
Piped out seats, Oakwood mb cord speakers
Bumpin' out old shit
That made me think of Old Easters '86 in a le tigre short sleeves
Lees, flip the cuffs up, gettin' fucked up
from Old E, Fresh Fest, niggas got hurt
100 niggas rush the door with Queensbridge tournament shirts
Back then, nobody wore a vest
Pull out razors, you had to put your hand skills to the test
Get your Pumas took, come home barefoot willin'
Look at the chain I snatched with a medallion worth a thousand
Cops rushed the garden made it home smilin'
Half of the crew probably on the island
Project call play puff ball the hoop was made out of a hanger
Playin' corners stick the elevator never thought
Project life was promised nothin' but to die trife
for steppin' on the next man's nikes my motto look for tomorrow
Today is yesterday look at the hood now, I'm mad that it turned out that way
Gats spray these shorties is killers
The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller
And they look at me like I'm on the outside lookin' in
Like 'who's you' when I cruise through
I call shorty took him in watch your friends, get ends
be clever, realize that today's the first day that begins forever
Everything will eventually come to an end
So try to savor the moment, cuz time flies don't it
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
Cuz nothin' lasts forever
Everything will eventually come to an end
So try to savor the moment, cuz time flies don't it
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
Cuz nothin' lasts forever
Nice cars, livin' like a star club hoppin'
Poppin' bottles at the bar love shoppin'
Gucci iceberg, coppin' two, three nice furs
One for your wife, one for your freak silver spurs
Rolls Royce too good to be true, houses worth 2.2
Pool parties beautiful view
You made it in life, Forbes Magazine style baggy jeans style
Pass the green while hoes wit' meanwhile
Asses, pretty mommies illest bodies pass glasses
Louis Roderra with Peach Schnapps you just relaxin'
Thinkin' damn wish my niggas could afford this
On the sand at your Malibu house holdin' a cordless
Talkin' to lawyers accountants investments
Money doubles, triples protected hard work you manifested
Worries of failure, when you buried will your familia
Keep your name prosperin' to the maximum
You should live, there's only one life that's the physical
Rich or poor in jail why the fuck should you be miserable
Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin'
Love could have your heart beat skippin', thugs turn to religion
The bitch you love could start to hate you, the shit you use to do escape you
Things that make you laugh represent the past
Reminisce the block gamble gees on the floor
Niggas use to be the man, you don't see 'em no more
Your favorite restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life to the fullest, never look back, it's real
Everything must eventually come to an end
So try to savor your moments, cuz time flies don't it
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
Cuz nothin' lasts forever, ya know
I said everything eventually comes to an end
So try to savor your moments, cuz time flies don't it
The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better
Cuz nothin' lasts forever
Ya know, ya now, nothin' lasts forever ya know let it go, let it go
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12. _ No Idea's Original
Uhh, uhh Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh [Intro: repeat 2X] No idea's original, there's nothin new under the sun It's never what you do, but how it's done What you base your happiness around material, women, and large paper That means you inferior, not major [Nas] If niggaz could look inside my mind, you'll find where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes Go to the center, enter with caution, past the braincell graveyard where weed's responsible for memory loss Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseous See what I seen every day I live with this torture Lightin spliffs up to stay high like 24 hours Sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons Long as I'm still breathin I'm still winnin, I'll teach 'em The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girl Everybody had money, every summer was real ill Four-finger rings, dope dealers, 'caine/Kane "No Half Steppin'" with flat tops when Rakim reigned Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's children And this was goin on in every New York ghetto Kids listened, Five Percenters said it's pork and Jell-o We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time difference on a different coast, but we share the same sunlight Your part of the world, might be like colors and gangs While on my side, brothers'll murder for different things But it all revolve around drugs, fame and shorties Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story From, Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis Them, treacherous rocksters in the Mexican mafias Be scrappin with tats on they back, violent wars Nothin less than a lethal injection if ever caught Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American style While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul Watchin for paint chips, don't want no led in yo' child But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out The chain be like a hundred K Shinin since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; that's been a minute Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God It's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas My Exodus doesn't exist I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mind Even with sleep I'm duckin nines in my dreams Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it would change Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the same things like Somebody's always watchin, my life Before I, walk out the door I size up every option Eyes cut every direction, it's like God or guns Which is better protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled Headline readin "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin" more free lyrics |
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