Memory Lane (Sittin' In Da Park) lyrics
(Check that shit)
Aight fuck that shit, word word Fuck that other shit, youknowhatI'msayin? We gon' do a little somethin like this, yaknahmsayin? (Is they up on this?) Keep it on and on and on and on and.. KnowhatI'msayin? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God what it is? (What it is like?) Hah, knowhatI'msayin? Yo go 'head, do that shit nigga [Nas] I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be dissin a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer Sentence begins indented.. with formality My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes Chill on the block with Cog-nac, hold strap With my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothin below (Peace God!) Peace God -- now the shit is explained I'm takin niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane It's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all [Chorus: repeat scratches 4X] "Now let me take a trip down memory lane" -> [BizMarkie] "Comin outta Queensbridge" [Nas] One for the money Two for pussy and foreign cars Three for Alize niggaz deceased or behind bars I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz? My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow And back down po-po when I'm vexed so My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank Pumpin for somethin, some uprise, plus some fail Judges hangin niggaz, uncorrect bails, for direct sales My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace. I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo Fuck 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane [Chorus] "Comin outta Queensbridge" -> [scratched] The most dangerous MC is.. "Comin outta Queensbridge" -> [scratched] The most dangerous MC is.. "Comin outta Queensbridge" -> [scratched] The most dangerous MC is.. "Comin outta Queensbridge" -> [scratched] The most dangerous MC is.. Me numba won, and you know where me from
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