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Viewing Lyrics for Memory Lane Sittin In Da Park:
| | | Artist: | Nas |
| | Album: | Illmatic | | Track: | Memory Lane Sittin In Da Park | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 77 | | | | 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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