unknown

Chorus: (x4)
*whisper*
Silent, silent
Murder

[nas]
It's sort of like the conclusion, the color purple
Niggas is losing, confusion, with one time all pursuit moves in
Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit
Cop verses the block, shorties is too quick
Lesson number one. if you're arrested and hung
Where niggas is from gotta keep a lid on your tongue
It's like silent murder, i hit blunts hard like ray mercer
The violent words of a prince in a palace of persia.
The cognac plurger plus the trees,
But whose the faul one to make his nose take a freeze,
And got enough gold to rock ice in all hype.
Used to be a general but just lost his stripe
Pipe dreams and white feinds and all-nighters, collect calls from lifers
Astoria walls with cypress, since i got a problem with the law-writers,
I kick some more items just to explore horizons,
The palm lady dreamt of this day so i'ma play,
The crib close smokin' with the big toast and lay

Chorus

They say the arms of nicki barnes would be enough to blast,
A lot of rich niggas fell and started pumping gas
Was it the mind of cia that bumped off malik shabazz
Fuck what they teach in class i'ma reach the mass
Strap up, no back up, it's jungle tactics
Livin' practice, out of line niggas get smacked backwards
So wear it if the cap fits, fold it up money and mad clips
A stack right under my matress
To smoke a nigga like a hugh bros. motion picture
Niggas gettin' open cruise, won't be olding niggas
April fools they laugh the jokes on the benches
Cease outside my nigga spoke on his sentence

Chorus (x4) +
Silent
Silent, silent
Murder

My right handers never play too close to cameras
It's nighttime scanners circle that allow gamblers
Peace-making niggas pep talk
The peace-makin 'niggas walk off the hot avenues with they brew.
Time to get this loot countless, 'cuz sun it ain't no youth fountains
Niggas take cash and shoot, bounce and pakistanians is took hostage
Locked up inside a linen closet known for spending pies up
What's the flavour when your neighbors do jake favours?
Lock them real niggas down and lettin fake players
Roam around the project this lyrical logic i dilute,
The weak can object the right composite
We're plottin' all murderous schemes,
It seems i'm ghostly called by the essence of queens
The palm lady dreamt of this day, so i'ma play
The crib close smokin' with the big toast and lay

Chorus (x6)

And cain killed his brother abel when god accepted abel's
Offering and not his.
Abel's offering showed that cain was not giving his best to god,
And cain's jealous anger drove him to murder -
Drove him to murder

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...

Verse one:

In the rotten apple, take a bite taste the worm
Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn
Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest
I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold
Roll mob deep, guns in the black jeep
Mac-11's and legends, cracks in the streets
Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers
Never sober takin over, my blood is colder
Niggaz respect violence so i become it
I'm from it, i even done it blunted so run it

Yeah son, you know what this is
Take it off [come on dunn, don't even come at me like that]
[dunn, come on dunn]

Chorus:

Imagine this, no guns no knife
It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son
Imagine this, no gun no knife
It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine that, no gun no knife
It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this, no gun no knife
It's a one on one, son

Verse two:

Yo i'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream
Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin fresh out the greens
Give you what you never seen, the ips on the mac-10
It's 2:10 in the a.m. in the streets of queens
Try hard and die hard
Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed allah lard
A walk a piece with a deadly shadow
They want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow
I brawl with blanka, caught bison in a thinker
Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome
Mistakes want me, sauve fellow but raunchy
The soul of a cold body haunts me, i flee the country
But only to shed tears for years
Too wild for my own self, hopin help is near
Street fightin was cool but in school i brought a new tool
Toolin with the devil, a rebel, a fool

Chorus:

Imagine this no guns no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one, a one on one

Yeah, take it to the bridge -- queensbridge

Yo whassup money? [yo yo do you remember this face?]
[yeah yeah yeah, run these, run these]
*sounds of brawl* [break you down! get broke!]
[no hands, run that, run that, run that, no hands]

Verse three:

I hear jake walkie-talkies in my sleep
Marked money i keep, play the bitches all week
I visualize coups, alligators in suits
Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof
Sippin eighty proof, watchin juice, but hold up
I see some brothers tryin to roll up, wishin i could fold up
It's hard to see their faces in they hoodies, i better boogie
Too late, i tried to swing when they jigged me, i'm out...

Yeah yeah kid, don't front, 360 degrees, knowhati'msayin?
That's how it comes back at you. queensbridge, that's how we live.
South side, all that. new york, light it up, light it up.
Yo yo you saw how i snuffed that kid? [yeah i saw that, i saw that]
You know how we steppin. that's how we do out here in the street fight!

Chorus:

Honies, cash, weed, cars
Ghetto celebrities, 'hood movie stars
Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
Went from nasty to nas to nas to escobar

The path we all walk, starts out long it's like a boardwalk
Monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy
Happy days balancing with life's atrocities
Hoppin' in v's, knowin' some day i got to lead properly
High up in a five realizing the price paid
For this life laid in the light shade
One might say, top of the world's two whips, a crib and a girl
Quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it
Pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless
Pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives
While you could catch me in a crisp white five
Dark tinted, dijon-scented, with al green on
My theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrong
I mean before this, i used to rock a taurus with the donuts
Now i grown up, got it chromed up
Got the rap game sewn up, sho-nuff
Niggas acting cool, but it's really no love
I feel a slow buzz, off the dutch
This is everyday, every second
Got to make it pay, every lesson i learnt
Got me open while most of these rappers'll stay burnt

Chorus 2x (the second time "honies" changes to money")

With so much drama in qbc, it's kinda hard being escobarro
Elderado red, sippin' dom out the bottle
My life is like a donald goines novel
We wave glasses like bravo
Drunk niggas with mad problems, and shot pockets
My niggas from the block rock this,
Box cocaine, cook it and chop it
Looking to profit, in different ways
Goin' through this difficult stage, called life
But each year my physical's praised
Some fell beyond the reach of help
Cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach theyself
When all we wanted was a piece of wealth
And randomly, feed our family
The streets are insanity
Amply, living in ths thug's fantasy
Richest nigga in show biz is what i plan to be
Heavy chain and my qb sway, living this king's life
Magazines write about me, in this dream it's all tight

Chorus 2x (the second time "honies" changes to "money")

Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain
Iced the chain and all the followers came
They tried to throw me off track, but i caught that
They thought i lost that
But i'm continuing to make more stacks
Halftime, new york state of mind, it was written was hittin'
Trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
Sleepin on the plane, wake up when we land feelin' real scared, on the
Ground
Rollie flush, princess cuts, and large rounds
The crews up, findin time to shine rocks
It's real, you violate, be in a pine box
If it go there, i lay you before you lay me, it's crazy
I didn't make the game, the game made me
Records for the babies so they raised up in mansions
Haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep glancing

Yall know the routine out this muthafucka.... word up

in too deep


Nature: (talking)

Yo yo yo son
You ever felt the funny vibe
But you're supposed to do?
When ya man's ain't ya man's
And ya friend's ain't ya friend's
Ya money ain't yours anymore
Niggas wanna count your money
Niggas wanna see what the fuck you got

You know what i'm sayin
Sometimes i gotta just take long trips and
Get away from this shit
I can't take this shit no more
This shit right here be fucking niggas like
Me up knowhatimsayin
I been exposed to too much and too long
All my niggaz out there in the hood and shit
That be bringing that real shit
Put your fucking phillies in the air
Your back woods your white owl
Your dutchess and we goin smoke and ride to
This
Shit right here
This that real shit the soundtrack to the
Realness right here
Niggaz in too deep knowhatimsayin
It's all real all live nigga what what nigga

Nas:
Yo a yo a yo a yo
I thank a dead homey
Incarcerated penpal i got the feds on me
A constapated mental
Always ranged in the ghetto it's pain in
The ghetto
Caskets do u believe in angels or devils?
Welfare it's dark and there's no help here
Killing cops shooting black kids the instill
Fear
But we still here not afraid cracks is made
Stacks
Get made
A "g" will get you gats sprayed
At my man's funeral it's like nobody care
But when police get shot the mayor
And everybody there
Grafitti on the lobby stairs kids with notty
Heads is greedy
Soldiers small faces painted on the walls
I was born to ball
Rings you can't afford name a clothes line i
Then worn it before
Dictate the naked soul of nas henny four fives
Hoe's with thick thighs be the wives of rich
Guys
Never trust a bitch cuz a bitch lies
Enemys close cuz friends switch sides when
Shit gets live
Dealin' with a lot of pressure i'm in too deep
Life of a thug born and raised in the streets

Chorus:

Nature: you want war i'mma give u war
Nas: i'm in too deep
Nature: you want peace imma give u peace
Nas: raised in the streets
Nature: you want love imma show u love
Nas: life of a thug
Nature: there's no love for me in these
Streets
Nas: i'm in too deep
Nature: it's just hustlers in the streets
Nas: raised in the streets

Nature:

Yo a yo
When you in too deep you better climb out and
Find out
Are you the one they looking at cuz when you
Looking back
It's your time to fear if the drama's severe
I see scars starting off at the side of
They're ear
Ending up by the jaw of the throat another
Law broke
I try to patch it white kids is buying acid
Closing down spots popping a knot
Heard the foremores use binoculars watchin
The blocks
Calling phantom on the tape
I'm the phantom of the wax
Now meat the man behind the music examing the
Facts
I use it, to my advantage do this shit
Everyday
Like sneaking gats up in grade eight
Six flags catch me getting on the popular
Rides
If a nigga violate he get top of the line
Small hot ones locked in the spines
Transformed roll out pass it off to my man no
Doubt
I keep shits disguising six shirts in the
Trunk
Imagin it gets six times worse when i'm drunk
Prepare for death first of the month
Open and rise, t's right here in front of you
Open your eyes
I can't explain it cuz it's not normal
Is niggas loyal i talk about life and live it
For you this shit is soil
Like the dirt that i walk on you talk on
You say i had love for ya now it's all gone
All gone

Chorus:

Nature: you want war i'mma give u war
Nas: i'm in too deep
Nature: you want peace imma give u peace
Nas: raised in the streets
Nature: you want love imma show u love
Nas: life of a thug
Nature: there's no love for me in these
Streets
Nas: i'm in too deep
Nature: it's just hustlers in the streets
Nas: raised in the streets

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

Verse one:

Yo, the lord is my shepard
The sword is my weapon
Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle
Shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another mother loses a son
'cause where i'm from the young chooses a gun
Before they choose an education
But once dead their ain't no awakenin'
So like once said, life aint for fakin
Yo, you wit' me when i say duct tape 'em?
Fuck waitin'
Got the truck outside, benz jeep for navigation
Everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' satan
When i aim i aint missin', master of assasination'
I heard he call himself esco, drive a lexo
Rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth
Is this the truth?
This is what we do, sip a brew
Wait around his crib until it turns around two am
As soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em
You guys got fat while i was away, so start payin'

Chorus - okay, you wanna play rough?!
(gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3x,
Okay yo, we could play rough!

Verse two:

Okay now, drive up to my crib, am i high enough?
Who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck
I aint order cable, why in the fuck these niggas
Ducked in they seat? are they lookin' for me?
But i aint do shit, could it be that niggas thought
I slept like b.i.g. and pac did
May they rest in peace, but while i'm alive i pop shit
P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips
Put these niggas in boxes, where they moms and pops is
Pull the strap from under the seat
Back up in the street
Watch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, i carefully creep
Take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat
Empty every shell in their direction
Its you, i should've guessed it!
Same niggas that i was connected wit', i know sent you
Now i'm'a take you off here, you dont know what you got into

Chorus

Verse three:

Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said
Shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome
Never thought i'd be in his home
With his wife taped up for my niggas to bone
Fuckin' with me, you should've known
I'll have 'em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstone
What money can do, get you hit for less than a g
For threatenin' me
I'm'a do it myself, take you to hell, this ones for free
Killin' you niggas with nothin'
Left him dead, engine runnin'
You the only i'm makin' sure that gets whats comin'
Look at your woman, anal ripped out, its your fault
They gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it
But before i let you have it i'm searchin' your crib
For pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live
Shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back
I'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the mac
Niggas treat you like fam, and you on it like that?
Now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats
Gettin' even's never wrong, its only right to react
Eye for an eye, 'cause the sweetest part is payback
Somebody kncokin', who dat?
"a cop man", let him in
And give that mothafucka one under the chin
Cant believe this nigga down with the feds!
The copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead
Dont explain, i put the pound on his head
Blew 'em! before that i cant remember the last time i said......
Okay, so we gonna play rough!

Chorus

So many niggas get fucked up in the game.
See thats where they get caught out there.
Cause its not no fuckin game.

When you hear shells comin at cha.
Hot ones from a shotgun i betta nigga runs faster.
Loose a shoe to get away from a blaster.
Think about that casket you don't wanna be in that shit.
Quick to take his signin you takin everybodies package.
Money over bitches was a loyal practice.
So you act is if money was no object.
Spinin 5 zues trips for your whole projects.
Epcot center linins for ya bitches roli's for dogs.
Now we in tha mall slayin by his bitches.
Everyday i reminisin how he was livin havin fun.
Cause any day could have led to prison.
Now for a short bid cause if the feds ever caught kid.
It be like 25 years conspiracy.
Another 25 for refeer snatchin up him and his people.
He had his jeep bullet proof with silencers on the desert eagle.
Flipin bricks in gary indiana.
He had it locked down from the streets to the slammer.
Only trusted two things his trigger and his hammer.
Used to be a bumb till had a six month run.
Had a loss suit three g's the case was won.
Met with mexican hoya cop boya.
Bought barber shop named it after c shaday.
There where they found his body.
In a barber chair face down, bullets in his chest.
Sliced apart from the waist down.
Planned to sell his shop stick hoya for everything he got.
Take jewels and his 5.
Then his shoes where cemented.
Drop his body in the tide but hoya was wise.
Even when he ain't around he got ears and eyes.
Gotta stay a step ahead of this game to stay alive.

Chorus (x2)

Always wanted things always wanted cash.
To live fast get the girls with tha biggest ass.
Fuck her 9 to 5 gotta drive a 5.
Now that i got it the hardest thing to do is stay alive.

Coke head saundra she grew in gruwana.
Her man was large and saundra was his baby mama.
Stayed in drama fightin with hood rats that he was fucking.
No job all day she did nothing.
They son was 7 years old, she really was a wifee.
First should she would transport blow overnight for a g.
He paid up front they layed up once.
She got pregnant she would dead it.
She had a boy, named her son infinite after his father who did dirt.
She didn't noses after would follow.
Capsules and bottles and crack in the back of his baga.
He let her drive while he drove the burgandy 5.
He often talked about how he wants to murder these guys.
>from off of burger street, had nat workin the street.
Lifestyle richest nigga from how he use to be.
Never thought he'd rock diamonds never took weakness for kindness.
Thats how he gradually grew.
Did a favor for a favor now the nigga in with the crew.
And now he live major house in dix hills next to brook shields.
With the cook and the maid shit was real.
Saved his first bill, maid, and his bodega.
Good luck playa sign on the paper taped to the window.
Escaped from a would be kidnapp.
And slept and thought niggas fearless rep until he got wet.
Would had the world in his hands his girl did a scam.
The owners rich is bonin niggas to get rid of her man.
Welcome to the game baby.

Chorus (x2)

The hardest thing to do is stay alive...
The hardest thing to do is stay alive...
The hardest thing to do is stay alive...