 In My Lifetime Vol. 1 » De lyrics [+ Tilføj +] |
1. _ Lucky Me
How can you fairly assess something from the outside looking in? There's gotta be them times you'll be wrong. Nah Mean? How can a mother fucka go round and hate a nigga he never even met that he dont even know and shit? I think this rap shit is all beef Y'all dont even know every day I'm livin with stress Got up out the streets you think a nigga could rest Can't even enjoy myself at a party unless I'm on the dance floor hot ass vest You think I'm freakin' these chicks right? I'try not to brush against they chest You get a lawsuit for shit like that, I feel trapped Swear to everything when I leave this earth It's gon' be on both feet, never knees in the dirt You could try me fucka but when I squeeze it hurts, fine We'll lose two lives, yours and mines Gimme any amount of time dont let Ms. Carter grieve at the funeral parlor drippin' tears on my sleeve Told the judge didn't budge it was him or me and I ain't trying to be hard but I'm guilty as charged Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God And pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars...Lucky Me [Chorus: Karen Anderson] You only know what you see, You dont understand what it takes to be me. I hate all girls with alterior motives That's why I'm twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters Hate putting my life in the hands of fake promoters Hear the hate in my voice right? I hate that you noticed Niggas wanna strip to the bone for shit you own Hate a nigga like that faggot, get your own Hate that I can't roam the street without the clip and chrome Knowing one day I'm'a have to flip, c'mon You know the shit don't stop 'til the Crist don't pop And you have to kill a nigga and your wrist don't lock I'm trapped the whole worlds against me in fact, It aint no turning back. Bring It On Hate the price of fame cause it cost too much Can I live without y'all niggas saying I floss too much? Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us Steady looking for flaws through us.... Lucky Me [Chorus: Karen Anderson, Jay-Z] You only know what you see, You dont understand what it takes to be me You only know what you see, (Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain't gold) You dont understand what it takes to be me (And now that I've arrived I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold) Nigga see you in the street, pretend to be friendly But I know any type of success breeds envy I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hen me Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny But G's is heaven bound so how I'm gon' receive Anything y'all pour to the ground next time throw it up And ain't nothing changed so even in my afterlife I show it up Dont grieve for me my art remains like a dart from the speaker to your heart Spiritually through the portal now my words as a mortal Plan to leave without a fight I plant a seed I give life Though I can't see past the girls greed to call her wife Next time your thinking heist better be precise Cause I'm fully prepared. One of us is gon' leave here I have no regrets even though I wanna see grow My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo [Chorus x 4] more free lyrics |
2. _ Friend or Foe '98
[Verse One:] I'm done talking Ran up in the spot gun smoking Shot it in the air, one woke him Sun-soaking, sweating in his bed like Dunlo Thinking to himself what done provoked him His thoughts is racing like a vulcan I swear I saw a lightbulb when He finally figured out who was the culprit I said yeah, remember me from Friend or Foe when I told you don't ever ever come around here no more Time to pay now, you try to rise, I wave the gun - lay down This time you're really going to listen to Jay now I try to talk sensibly, hoping that eventually you realize I had this locked and it just wasn't meant to be Plus I had sympathy when we all wore rams with your keys And it wasn't afterthought that maybe you'll try to revenge me But I was like "Nah", Chromes had to know he was wrong And if you caught me on the foul now you would sing me the same song Plus you promised And that's really no fun Yeah I find you in this Motel 6 with all these guns And all your goons, lined up in adjoining rooms Like some wild cowboys coming to get me at high noon But my mind's like a flower in bloom *** my eyes just scower the room I'm alert, plus I paid the clerk I got it laid out You think you the first nigga I played out, in a 2 hotel town? Come on now, I peep your Lexus at you Left the exit got some niggas on that side of the town Money well invested, rudely interrupted Jamaican accents *** A gun in your face and that's all you can come up with? I'm done talking, back up and clap them, one in the abdomen Do me a favor dude, get 2 ice cubes I pass them Take that ice up, for the nicest MC And please yo, tell BIG, he's unbelievable Friend or foe BIOTCH! more free lyrics |
3. _ Imaginary Player
Yeah I mean like I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know I was popping that Cristal when all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know Wearing that platinum shit when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit I got to be the pioneer of this shit Bottom line I'm going to show you how to do it Check it [Verse One:] I spit that other shit That's the nice motherfucker shit Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga You beer money, I'm all year money I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money I got bail money, XXL money You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit I got blood money, straight up thug money That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money You got show dough, little to no dough Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo [Chorus: (4x)] I'maginary Players [Verse Two:] And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at? Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that? Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that? Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny to me Selling records, being you but still you want to be me I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me And still you running around thinking you got something on me But I done did it And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it That's cool, I was the first one with it Original, jiggas the future flow digital Still busting a gat when she gets critical Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Groupies I leave them all fucked Niggas - all struck Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks Last year, when niggas thought it was all up But this year I've done it again, jigga! What the fuck Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me I flow like the 5 series, in various areas And blow holes in your weak niggas theories It's funny how one verse can fuck up the game You bought a 4.0 you better get your change Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane [Chorus] more free lyrics |
4. _ Rap Game / Crack Game
Uhh... Uhh, yeah Won't stop niggaz "Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game" --> [Nas] Jigga! Feel me People, told ya motherfuckers, told ya "See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" --> [OutKast] Uhh, Roc-a-Fella Geyeah We treat this rap shit just like, handlin weight What they want we give it to em, what they abandon we take Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know it's at stake Put his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cake When it's hot, get on my money spot in every state Like the wiz in Camelot, the mom-and-pop's is the gate But first we scope shit, advertise in every area Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope shit Gon' need a middle man, so we look to radio Let em test the product, give em a promo show Just a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibe Then we drop a maxi single and charge em two for five Ain't tryin to, kill em at first just, buildin clientele So when the album drops the first weeks it's on sale But when demand grows it's time to expand yo You don't want no garbage papi it's ten grand per blow, fo' sho' "Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" --> [Nas] "See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" --> [OutKast] [repeat 3X] Ge-ge-geyeah I got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerk Got your whole block now, pumpin my work My CD's is like keys for you Willie's who like to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-two's And my singles like gems, you know the treys Get you high for a while, but the, high don't stay You need another fix, you better cop these last two bricks Cause when this shit flip, I'ma get on some other shit Never pitchin for a label, Jigga's the hook-up You know my shit is fish scale, y'all niggaz is cook up Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kota They know my shit stretch without the baking soda Went from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a key Priority's work wasn't right so I switched factories Now I'm the new nigga, who figured I'd get the game locked Now watch how the prices of your cocaine drop, ha ha "Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" --> [Nas] "See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" --> [OutKast] [repeat 4X] [*cuts and scratches*] more free lyrics |
5. _ You Must Love Me
[Kelly Price (Jay-Z)] Talking: Throughout my life (uh huh uh huh uh) no matter what I've done.(Right) You've been merciful and your love endureth (yeah) through all things (ye yeah) For that I am eternally grateful. [Verse 1] Since my date of birth bought you nothing but hurt play those video games stole change from ya purse Sat on the cold court bench 'til I was arraigned in ya skirt Saw the pain in ya face through you maintained a smirk All you did was motivate me don't let 'em hold you back What I do I turned around and I sold you crack I was a bastard for that still I'm drowning in shame Just remember one thing now you're not to blame You was newly seperated tryin' to escape ya world and through my thirst I didn't help you I just made things worse I hated me and everybody that created crack Had me thinkin' the newest kicks and the latest gat Still haven't apologized so please play this back while I try to come to terms with such a heinous act you know in more than one way cocaine numbs the brain All I did was think about how the funds once came then I ran across this memory and it stung the brain How can you ever destroy the beauty from which one came That's a savage you're the reason why me and these beats make a marriage why I rhyme above average and I ain't shit Glad you got yourself together no thanks to me Strong and beautiful the way thangs should be You must love me [Chorus (K. Price) (You must love me repeats in background)] Say that you love me All I know say that you must love me. Ohh yeah [Verse 2] We used to fight every night but I never would suffer just smile my big brother's tryna make me tougher As we grew fussing and fighting continued as I plundered through ya stuff and snuck ya clothes to school Got intense real intense as we got older Never believed it would lead to be popped in one of ya shoulda With my rings knew you had it 'cause you took too long as Mickey, Andy, and the girl that bought it looked on Huffin' and puffin' gun in my hand told you step outside Hoping you said no but you hurt my pride made our way down the steps maybe you thought it was just a threat or maybe ya life was just that crazy and you was beggin' for death try to justify this in my young mind but ya drillin' it and my ego hurt combined drove me berzerk Saw the devil in your eyes high off more than weed confused I just closed my young eyes and squeezed What a sound opened my eyes just in time to see ya stumbling to the ground Damn what the fuck I done now runnin' around in a circle thinking I'm assed out hot gun burnin' my waist ran straight to Jazz' house Like a stranger damn I just shot my nigga and ran off into the night as if it was not my nigga Left the scene how could I go out that way Still you asked to see me in the hospital ya next day You must love me. [Chorus (You must love me repeats in background)] What after all the wrong I've done I know you must [Verse 3 (Starts over last line of chorus)] Everything in my power and within my frame to protect you from this life and keep you away from the game But you was one of the few people that I can trust and the fact of the matter I slang these pies for us You put the pressure on me dearly rarely would you let it go Was a thousand and one times I had to tell you no When it was one of those days when nobody was around and I needed emergency trip out of town Searched my mental rolodex for all the numbers I know As you stared in my face asking me could you go I'm agreed said sender everything'll go smooth just tell her what to do and everything'll go through Strapped her body with them thangs as you boarded the plane Couldn't explain these strange feelings that I caught and the pain I'm thinkin' why would I send you when I knew it ain't right I'm thinkin' what would make you sacrifice ya life You must love me [Chorus (You must love me repeats in background)] After everything that I've done wrong I know inside you must love me I know that you love me You showed me I know it I know Say that you love me say that you love me I know you must love me Oh yes you do Inside I know it you've always shown it you love me yea yeah Oh yeah I know that you love me more free lyrics |
6. _ The City is Mine
[Jay-Z] Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah [Chorus: Blackstreet] You belong to the city (Uh-uhh-uh, what what) You belong to the night (Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah) In the river of darkness He's a man of the night [Verse One: Jay-Z] Uhh, yeah What the deal playboy, just rest your soul I be holding it down yo still love the dough Got these ladies on the cock now you know how we go Got the whole world on lock down you know how we flow Don't worry about Brooklyn I continue to flame Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name You held it down long enough, let me take those reigns And just like your spirit the commision remains Niggaz can cross the T's and, dots the I's Now that I got too popular to cop them pies I'm takin this rap shit serious, to my demise Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise Basics in the basement, waste it Asking my dog for advice so when he can't say shit my hatred is, fueled just give me a sign And I let the world know that the city is mine, what? [Chorus: Blackstreet] You belong to the city (The city is mine, what-what-what) You belong to the night (Ge-ge-geyeah, uh-uhh-uh, pa-pau) In the river of darkness He's a man of the night (The city is mine, that's right...) [Verse Two: Jay-Z] Y'all want to know how I flow just seek and you find I'm like a brain in the voicebox, I speak my mind About to redefine rap mami, either I'm the illest nigga doing it or these niggaz is losin it I read a article that said I was ruinin shit But every time I look, I'm movin units in quick So I'ma hit y'all, with these last two and split and leave niggaz with nothing but my influences-es Soon it's the Jigga, I ain't mad yeah, bite my shit Sell half of what I sell because it's not quite my shit I'm the type to buy a Roley and just ice my shit on the spot, fuck comin back twice to shit How real is that? My floss game, still intact Boss game, you lame dudes can't feel that Like the first dude to cop the 850 and 89 and drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what? [Chorus: Blackstreet] You belong to the city (The city is mine) You belong to the night (Yeah, uhh, the city is mine) In the river of darkness (Pa-pa, feel me) He's a man of the night (Yeah, yeah, bounce, bounce) [Verse Three: Jay-Z] I snatch your girl cause your arm ain't strong enough Plus ya don't stay in the studio long enough I make hits while y'all stay hatin and take bricks Had it locked til I came in the club, Take 6 Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt at the bar alchoholing her up I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name I ain't a player get it right, I'm controllin the game From now until they blow holes in my frame I'ma stand firm, holdin my aim, feel me? I'm the focal, point like Biggie in his prime on the low though - shhhhh, the city is mine! [Chorus w/ variations to end] more free lyrics |
7. _ Face Off (feat. Sauce Money)
[Jay-Z, (Sauce)] [Jay-Z talking:] Sauce mothafuckin, jigga, jigga feel this... [Chorus] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes (This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me) If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) [Verse 1] Yeah (If ya want some put ya guns up it's on) Ladies know that when the sun's up I'm gone (Fuck them bitches though digits though) Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know whaat (All black gat with the mack out) I take shorty to the rest blow her back out sun dress undress throw her back out (biotch) (in & out like a crack house) keep it moving (Face off with the .38 scraped off) keep shorty maced can't throw a 4-4 eight ball know your place (so it starts when ya least expect) (the yeast infect) you don't imitate bitches (piece protected) so I hear you hate bitches? (love the dough, ya flow irritate niggas) fuck them though, it's all out and have a fall out I fucked ya girl (On top now we call out fuck the world) (Face Off!) [Chorus] (This gos out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me) If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes [Verse 2] (I apologize ladies I'm lovin' ya right) you must be used to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight (No wine no dine) no wheelin' the whip all night long just feelin' the dick be-i-itch (Sauce mothafuckin' slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin') (Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin' nigga you neva know what a chick could do (pull the trigga too) check the shit jigga do (My crew) mackin' the same bitch (I do) (back man stack grands) daddy like I you (Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound? women start to fall we all bat around Let my whole team hit it (scatter 'round) you never seen wit it (pat 'em down) check for cream in it (These riches) got nu'hin to do wit these bitches (Nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits) (Face Off!) [Chorus] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes (This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me) If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) [Verse 3] (Can I touch that?) what's that? Leave it for dead. Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head) (keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead) Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep with prayer (with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead) Ladies & gentlemen (like impeach the Prez) (Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat with feds) (broad day like De Niro shoot all day) I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you just foreplay get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out What keep it cocked faithfully like salop with one in the drop don't get hit up (I be the 4-5th flamer hoes bitch shamer) (clap cats a snitch she'll give ya whole click name up) Look I done came up (and) thought a whole game up meet me in the square with one in the chamber (The Face Off nigga) [Chorus] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes (This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me) If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya gun up (in the air) if ya feel me Fuck 'em all day (fuck 'em all night) we don't love these hoes ["Track Masters" is whispered softly 8X in background] (This goes out... put ya guns up in the air) if ya feel me if ya feel (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) Yeah!! This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)... more free lyrics |
8. _ Real Niggaz (feat. Too $hort)
[Jay-Z] Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things, check We started out makin, small time bacon Two little niggaz bakin, talkin bout whippin cakes Get clothin and big cheddar, hopin it gets better We had no knowledge of this shit we just was with whatever In front of your buildin clockin, thought I was makin a killin Right in front of your children, eightball in my side pocket They was corrupt too, disrespectin the fiends I used to look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York I'm hollerin Lifetimes, he hollerin Life's Too $hort Parallel lives and jew-els held high To the Range, to the Rove, get exchanged, for your souls You know how the game goes, slang to get G's and speak in Chinese everybody gains the same dough Get your shit scarred fuckin with my sick squad from Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things [Too $hort] So now you own a record label, I got one too We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records On the shelf and on the charts the double deckers The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook? I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways so I can get paid, everday I see the same old shit, I see in the streets I know you think I'm sellin keys but I only sell beats Dopefiend music, it's drug related You can buy it on the corner get a radio and play it It always sounds better when you turn it up loud Rap music let these motherfuckers know what we about I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin niggaz It's just like in the streets main, how much you get? [Jay-Z] On the road to riches, and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things [Too $hort] That's right, I been a hustler for a long time Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes I started off with nothing ended up with everything Now we sip Hennessee in first class on every plane Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin Always see me at the bank and yes I'm goin again There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy [Jay-Z] Now peep, how sweet, niggaz lives can get Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect $hort Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow I got love for y'all motherfuckers y'all just don't know I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's I like the five speed drops pop the clutch then go If you want it, keep ballin, and if you jealous stop I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac How real is that? On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things And I'm out [Too $hort] Beyotch! $hort Dawg's in the house [Jay-Z] Jigga [Too $hort] Much love [Jay-Z] $hort Dawg, get your money main [Too $hort] All the way from the West coast [Jay-Z] Uhh, how real is that more free lyrics |
9. _ Intro / A Million And One Questions / Rhyme No Mor
[somebody whispering] Somebody's pulling me closer to the ground I ain't panicked, I been here before Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage In front of that crowd And showed them who was who, and what was what Man look at these suckers I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler It just so happens that I know how to rap Okay, I'm reloaded! (music drops in) [Jay-Z] I did it again niggaz Fucked up, right? I know I know what y'all niggaz asking yourself Is he gonna ever fall off? No... ...a lot of speculation on the monies I've made, honeys I've slayed How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid? Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech? What's the position you hold? Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold? Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O For the millionth time askin me Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin me then get upset when I catch feelings Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you leave While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinnin on my sleeve Uh, nice watch, do you really have a spot? Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block? What you doin in L.A., with phillipinos and ese's Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico withh Frederico I answer all your questions but then y'all got to go Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know? BLAOW! Roc-A-Fella y'all, uhh, uh Know my style Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, bout crime no more Til I'm no more, cause I'm so raw My flow expose holes that they find in yours Wasn't for me, niggaz still be dying for whores But I hate when a nigga sit back, admirin yours Young blood you better get that, we frying baccars Niggaz don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse And don't listen to the rappers, they dying to floss I used to be O.T., applyin the force Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I toss Come back with the click playing Diana Ross I'm the boss and this is how it's gonna be Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V I got mouths to feed till they put flowers on me And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise Tombstone read 'He Was Holdin No Leaks' Started from the crack game and then so sweet Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the old-G On MTV, telling em how I sold D And used to back work up out of apartment 4-B Me and my homie, started out coldies Picked the mailbox lock cause I ain't have no key Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie' Then I went low key, but now I'm back it's on Motherfuckers Jigga, uh-huh, yeah Roc-A-Fella y'all Uhh, feel this more free lyrics |
10. _ Where I'm From
[Jay-Z] uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah How real is this, how real is this Uh-huh huh, Inspect this here, check [Verse One:] I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets So I felt some more something and you nothing check I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetable Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new Your world was everything, So everything you said you'd do You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's But most times find themselves locked up behind bars I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars I'm from Marcy son, just thought I'd remind y'all [Chorus: 5x] Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, Ain't nothing nice Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own [Verse Two:] I'm from the place where the chruch is the flakiest And niggas is praying to god so long that they Atheist Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale Your laughing, you know the place well Where the Liqour Store's and the base well And Government, fuck Government, niggas polotic themselves Where we call the cops the A-Team cause they hop out of vans and spray things And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize? If the shit is lies, god strike me And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me? We'll never know One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, Let 'em know Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice [Chorus 4x] [Verse Three:] I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards Lost Jehovah in place of rap lords, listen I'm up the block, round the corner, and down the street From where the Pimps, Prostitutes, and the Drug Lords meet We make a million off of beats, cause our stories is deep And fuck tomorrow, as long as the night before was sweet Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat Whether your four-feet or Minute size, it always starts out with Three dice and shoot the five Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips And I reached down for their money, pa forget about this This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this Niggas will show you love, That's how they fool thugs Before you know it your lying in a pool of blood [Chorus 4x] more free lyrics |
11. _ The Streets is Watching
Uh-huh uh huh uh Gee-gee-geyeah Baby, watchin, streets Uh-huh uh huh uh You don't have to look Uh-huh uh The streets is watching Check it, check Uh-huh uh, check Look, if I shoot you, I'm brainless But if you shoot me, then you're famous -- what's a n*gga to do? When the, streets is watching, blocks keep clocking Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake Can't ignore it, that's the fastest way to get extorted But my time is money, at twenty-five, I can't afford it Beef is sorted like Godiva, chocolates N*ggaz you bought it, I pull the slide back and cock it Plan aborted, you and your mans get a pass This rhyme, you're operating on f*ck time Y'all n*ggaz ain't worth my shells, all y'all n*ggaz tryin to do is hurt my sales, and stop trips to John McNale The type to start a beef then, run to the cops When I see you in the street got, one in the drop Would I rather be on tour getting a, hundred a pop Taking pictures with some b*tches, in front of the drop The streets is watching [*chorus*] When the, streets is watching Blocks keep clocking Waiting for you to break, make your first mistake Can't ignore it Now it's hard not to kill n*ggaz It's like a full time job not to kill n*ggaz, can't chill the streets is watching you, when you froze your arms N*ggaz wanna test you and your gun goes warm Can't get caught with your feet up, gotta keep your heat up Sweet n*ggaz running 'round swearing sh*t is sweeter Once you're tagged lame the game is follow the leader Everybody want a piece of your scrilla, so you gotta keep it realer Kidnap n*ggaz wanna steal ya Broke n*ggaz want no cash, they just wanna kill ya for the name, n*ggaz don't know the rules Disrespectin the game, want you to blow your cool Force your hand, of course that man's plottin Smarten up, the streets is watching, it's on [*chorus*] My street mentality flip bricks forever, know me and money we like armed co-defendants, n*gga we stick together Sh*t whatever for this cheddar ran my game into the ground Hustle harder to see if indictment time came around Now you can look up and down the streets and I can't be found Put in twenty-four hour shifts but, that ain't me now Got a face too easy to trace, n*ggaz mouths got slow leaks Had to hide between my workers, couldn't play those streets She got his face like Mercury you jerkin me? Hectic Had to call upon my wolves to send, n*ggaz the message I said this: 'Let's play fair and we can stay here I'm trying to transform you Boyz II Men like daycare' Hey there's money to be made and, n*ggaz got the picture Stopped playing with my paper and, we got richer Then hard times fell upon us, half of my staff had warrants, the other half, in the casket lay dormant I felt like life was cheating me, for the first time in my life I was getting money but it was like my concious was eating me Was this a lesson God teaching me? Was he saying that? I'm playing the game straight from Hell from which few came back like bad coke, pimp or die, was my mindframe bad Was n*ggaz thinkin simplify was turning cocaine crack? Ain't a whole lot of brain to that, just trying to maintain a stack and knock a lot like two trains that's on the same track 'Fore I get my life together like the oars I bring back In the bottom of the pot where no, water gets hot Got my transporter take it 'cross the border then stop Set up shop with a quarter of rock, here's the plan For three straight weeks, n*ggaz slaughtered the block But you know the game is 'lluted, f*cked up me and my dues One drop can wipe a n*gga out, faster than the cops and this unstable way of living just, had to stop Half of my n*ggaz got time, we done real things By ninety-four became the subject of half of y'all n*ggaz rhymes Public apoligies to the families of those caught up in my street But that's the life for us lost souls brought up in the streets The life and times of a demonic mind, excited with crime And the lavish luxuries that just excited my mind I figured, 'Sh*t why risk myself I just write it in rhymes And let you feel me, and if you don't like it then fine' The mindstate, of a n*gga who boosted the crime rate so high in one city they send National Guards to get me Ya dig? The streets more free lyrics |
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