Альбом AZ

[AZ Talking]
I'm about to get on some Norman Bates shit, and go psycho
Shit, get the right speakers
Let me start a little early, that's what I do

[rapping]
You know my persona, let me kindly remind ya
The Gucci, Garbana, the New-E, the Low, Evisus, designers
How I post up, probably amongst pirahnas
I'm the urban version of that turban-waving Osama
Last of a genre, there's nothing to mash your mind to
Y'all trash, I'll leave half of y'all niggaz in trauma
So I laugh, cause I'd rather clam in vagina
Splash a few grands on some high sand in the sauna
Usually ponder when I puff my little ganjas
Somber, feeling like Don Cheetah in the Hotel Riwanda
You know karma, increase when you cease your drama
It's deep, but you sleep when you feel there's peace upon you
Keep that armor, I formerly greet as a charmer
But beneath is more than mystique, I'm a monster
Came to conquer, no games I came to regain my honor
No lames, it's the same as the brain can conjure
Why launder, when I can outsell the bomber
Miskel, tell Mel, he'll be out of jail by Kwanza
From Tompkins to Guanas, to the hills in Brownsville, I sponsors
Nothing to cock back the Black P-80 Launcher
Any hate can haunt you, I'm straight from the L.I. gates of Yonkers
Down to the Southern states to Great Lakes in Tonker
Young, majestic, the beams from the Sun reflect it
Numb before Bush Senior's son was elected
Eclectic, world respected, like Brother Ube from Dure
But hey, what you expected, perfected, connected
So exit, or have it all in here
We can war when we're, nigga I'm so sincere

[F] - Yo A what's goin on?
[AZ] - Yo yo, what up baby boy?
[F] - Ohhhhh
[AZ] - Hahaha
[F] - What's the deal my nigga?
[AZ] - Look at you, uh huh, lookin like money
[F] - You know what it is
[AZ] - Yeah
[F] - You know what it is
[AZ] - Yeah
[F] - It's been 2 or 3 years, right?
[AZ] - I know, I been a minute right?
[F] - I know man, listen here
[AZ] - It's all good tho, you know I'm maintaining
[F] - You lookin good though baby boy
[AZ] - I mean whatever, lets get it poppin
[F] - Alright, well I'm with you, gimme ur number
[AZ] - No doubt, no doubt
[F] - Here go my number right here

[Verse 1]
You know the happenings, homies just yapping and
Hand shaking, laughing, and exchanging all they math again
You usually lose touch when you traveling
A few dudes bruise up in the batteling
Parked on Madison across from the Radison
We talked about the taddling some niggaz did in Maryland
Plus discussed, no homicides unraveling
I asked was he dabbling he laughed and said he managing
His Cardi frames was as clear as a camera lens
He hardly changed, I was near in comparison
We joked about how police choked him out
And he claimed as far as fame I had enough to bust in Operas mouth
In other words, I was up in clout
And from the curb I need to pull a Larry Bird fore I'm up and out
Without a sound, snatch my Guinness off the ground
Rose up, gave him a pound and told him, "Homie, hold it down"

[Chorus]
You know the game insane in the brain
Big thangs in the Range, real niggaz never change
And though we homies and we no longer hang
You know you know me and that love still remains
So thru the fame, thru the fire and the flames
I adapt to the pain, real niggaz do the same
And though we homies and we no longer hang
You know you know me and that love still remains

[Verse 2]
It was Tuesday when I saw him, figured Friday I could call him
Woke up early Wednesday morning, flew a chick in from New Orleans
She ain't that average bitch who be dogging for dick
You know them chicks that get you sick when they keep calling
Up in Nostrum's for a fresh pair of the Force 'em
Of course with footwear I be that first nigga that sport 'em
Caught 'em, before the salesmens even had time to assort 'em
Bought 'em, before any celeb stylist eva saw 'em
Warm soon as I copped 'em in the spot playing possum
Debating my destination, lacing, weighing my options
Celly started rocking, I anwsered, "What's poppin'?"
They anwsered and said, "They shot him, now the hood got a problem"
I had to swallow, reaching out for my water bottle
Tryin to figure what nigga, why and by who, then
Before you know it, the other voice told it
It was homie from the old click I just seemed to spoke with

Oh shit, this can't be serious, that's my word, pssssh

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
It's Doe or Die, we survive till we slain
And it's no surprise, homie was prolly high when they came
I know the guy, he was fly, him and I was the same
A Gemini, with a status symbolized as his name
Godly trained, he could camoflague on any terrain
Cardi frames, we go back like bottles and James
It's a shame cuz they say his baby mom is to blame
But nonchalantly I refrained cuz it constantly changed
From close range, somebody please slowly explain
If they just wanted some jewels why didn't they go for the chain?
If they just wanted some news they coulda left him in his Hanes
But no, they just left a nigga breathless and banged

[Chorus] - 3X

(Ghostface Killah & Raekwon)

[Intro: AZ (samples)]
Yeah... "the city"
This is serious, here "number one"
New York! It's beyond the 5 boroughs "keep it real" "I get ill"
"Number one" This will rock! "the city" "I gotta get in"

[AZ]
This is that, Riker's Island, not slipping rap flows
For them box bitten bing monsters, sniffin' that blow
Block covers know the style, triple that dough
Forty cal. for them cock suckers, sittin' back slow
What y'all know about coke pies, give 'em that low
I mouth them before the bowtie resemble cash flow
Rap NY, no lie, my side is back Ghost, so hot
Crooked cops are searching your asshole, it's the drop
That freeze niggaz right where they stand for the gwap
Niggaz'll play Pac and pop with they man, it don't stop
We up top, but we locked and landing
He roadblock, he flow shots, get Ghost and scram
Gingerbread niggaz on the run from feds
Shit is sick, pretty chicks'll put a gun to ya head
Never a vic', either think quick or end up dead
Cuz when we flip, what's left to be said? New York
New York, New York, New York

[Chorus 2X: samples *scratched by DJ Premier*]
"New York, New York"
"Number One"
"New York, New York"
"Keep it real" "I get ill"
"New York, New York"
"Number one"
"New York, New York"
"The city" "I gotta get in"

[Raekwon]
You know the town stupid, this is all authentic ground
You can get poked, grabbed and choked, then shot up, for product
Bank holders stay in the lab, too many dumb niggaz is scheming
You can get murked up in the cab
Shout out to niggaz that be jerking tags, rollin' in Jags
Good boy leathers, hood boys'll blast you
Niggaz that carry ones and hit grass
And love hip hop, the shit that bring money outta ziplocs
Protect your dome, I'm warning you, what harm I do to the kid
I have you on the floor with ya armor loose
Break the raw down and sign truces
Then switch the next muthafuckin' date, fuck all excuses
When you see me it's real, I'm just a natural born hustler
The castle where they wrap you in plastic, duke
So every soldier that's armed, remind your general
It's critical, you might stay a night, if you pretendable

[Chorus 2X]

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, we was raised in the dead arm district
Before guns was called biscuits, Stapleton was on that hood shit
Live from the New York borough, keeping it thorough
Bunch of snakes in the grass, stay creepin' like squirrels
Cuz a snitch gon' crack that nut, don't give a fuck
Did ten hours long and try to wrap us up
He dry snitching, post up in the whip with a fly wisdom
Hopped out to get a dutch, but he left with his wig splitten
We from New York, my city never sleeps (No)
We runnin' with a hundred heats
When beef pop off, we ain't the one to speak
Dressed in all black, driving six feet hurses
With sixteen niggaz, dropping sixteen verses
Big faces, bolgin' outta big green purses
Stuck ya man for his vegi's and his lame ass circus
So I dare niggaz act up, y'all niggaz act up
Now like cars in reverse, y'all better back up

[Chorus 2X]

What's the use of me of me foolin myself?
No matter what I keep tellin myself...
What's the use of me of me foolin myself?
No matter what I keep tellin myself...
What's the use of me of me foolin myself?
No matter what I keep tellin myself...
What's the use of me of me foolin myself?
No matter what I keep tellin myself...

(I don't believe this... I'm makin all these moves.. for
WHATT???)

[Verse 1]
I do me for a G Note, niece, she's yellin Nemo
Mama bear, she there, losin hair cause of the chemo
Every door buzz, little cause see at the peek hole
Swearin he holdin heavy, hidin out from the RICO
Coke sold by Chico out the corner bodega
Him n Bobbito... la familia now finito!
It's deep tho, its like my soul was stole by the repo
Resowed in Carlito, and retold on Tivo
Ice cold wit a ego, dice rolled and somebody's Deebo'd
Trios expose dikes on the D' Low
It's love wit my amigos, other niggaz they freeload
Yeah he hold, but my homeys only unload torpedoes
So please yo, I'm from the killa cap of the kilos
Where niccaz clap, and fat bytches get yapped for
their cheetos, its re-al
But still blocks is hot like veal
So cock block, or cop shot, nothin stops the P.O.

[hook]
What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa
lalalalalalalaaaaa)
No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Wont Stooooopp
Cant Stooooooop)
What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa
lalalalalalalaaaaa)
No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Cant Stooooopp
Wont Stooooooop)
What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa
lalalalalalalaaaaa)
No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Wont Stooooopp
Cant Stooooooop)
What's the use of me of me foolin myself? (lalalalalaaa
lalalalalalalaaaaa)
No matter what I keep tellin myself... (Cant Stooooopp
Wont Stooooooop)

[Verse 2]
Wifee want an abortion, her parents divorcin
Granted, I understand it, but my mans in a coffin
Who planned it? I guess they panicked, cause they left him in Boston
He died.... for a pie, identified by his porcelains
It's caution, Unc just got a chunk of some fortune
Bossin, I guess the paper supportin extortin
Tossin it to them dealers, takin it like Lakers did Portland
Cases is costin, so faces wont make it for talkin
It's basics, they mistake once they replace it for flossin
It soften, never high when dividin my portion
Why forever fly till I die, dry from exhaustion
Move accordin, like they keys on a organ
No sneezin or coffin, I weeze when I'm walkin, indeed
We under siege from those D's cause they stalkin
Cars is auctioned, homes is seized
OG's extortin the seeds, now its the new breed absorbin

[hook]

[Verse 3]
The names is changed, the games the same
It's playin fair, but years of Nightmares, like Dana Dane
It ain't clear, but I'm right here still and sayin the same
Refusin to shed a tear, tho the pain done came
Provin I played the game, from cocain to fame
From rope chains, gazelli frames, I remain to blame
It's deep, but never speak certain names in vein
I know beef, and when it peak, it can strain the brain
No police, its just creep creep, bang for bang
No grief, brothers deceased, others arraigned and hang
None of us just eatin, maintain the strains
The streets is just the streets, when it rain it rain

[hook]

[Intro:]
Okay, if you in a club
I advise you to put your drinks down, and head to the dance floor
Anywhere else will be uncivilized
If you're in a car, pull over
put the hazards on and let the windows down
This is something the world needs to know
Let's go

[Verse 1:]
Yes I'm Brooklyn's best till I'm put to rest
I heard tales a nigga sin to shells to cook my flesh
No jail, never stale homie look how fresh
I'm low key like them old G crooks out west
As far as poetry Nas, Biggie, Jay, Mos Def
Rakim, Gucci, Rap, Kane, KRS
Like Common and kanye I could say I'm blessed
Peace to Ghost, Raekwon and Ron Artest
This is ??? hunger, I'm obsessed with summer
I'm for what runners is gunnin' them young boys will gun ya
But any nigga icey your own wifey will warn ya
There's no wonder, every fronter wanna be stunner
I spit thunder, I'll miss when I'm six feet under
Legit, I'm just tryina shift G-Unit numbers
Even rich niggaz slip for the slumber
Shit happens but believe I'm back blastin a number

[Chorus: x2]
This is not a life that we in, this is hell
This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
Because I made it out, so that makes me a God

[Verse 2:]
Yes my flows elite, I know the streets
I'm the cold ?cheeks? of the East Coast I blow on beats
I create the aucoma state how I doze to sleep
I keep dozing but never doze six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me
Say what, I haze up 'fore haters hopin' I gave up
It's either you stay tough or you copin' to ?cage cuff?
From cold player to cold savor to host favor
Who's the most underrated, G Rap, AZ, and Jada
Allah savior, bark but sharp as a razor
With street smarts in a Jedi heart like Darth Vader
Hearts behavior, puffin a Garcia Vega
The god see the haters be the larceny is greater
Pardon the player, I'm crunk with some defeats
Some have somebody somewhere don't want me to eat
I'm war with the streets, I'm wanted and I'm comin' for keeps

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
And it's a must I live it, the trucks is kitted
Too many peoples in the ?pee? now so duck or visit
Show it off when I freestyle, who fuckin' with it
A final song for song as long as the hustlers get it
as long the jewels on all is custom fitted
Diamond cut for cut the cluster ups the digits
Enough is enough with the trust I hush the critics
Buck for buck, yeah I'm buck while I must admit it
The dough done did it, I'm ??? the flow is vivid
You know me, low key homie, only expose the snippit
So prolific, so sincere, so gifted
So melodic, ya'll got it so twisted
Sip the ??? E-40 the ??? had a few ??? brought it back to the sewers
True this no duets, no collabs, no regrets
you ??? just here tryina cash some little checks

[Chorus x2]

Aight I'm waitin on you..

[AZ]
AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin
What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings
Used to hide the crack in the hotel ceilings
But that was way back when I was wholesale fillers
We made a killing off our little bity buildings
But really them lil' gun silly niggaz still illin
Clip is chillin, chips to the ceiling
Shot in ninety-six June this wound still healing
That's right, this three-wheeling got it good
And if you never had it locked in your own hood you should
Stop frontin, and lookin hard
'Fore the gym star sneeze, leave your face scarred it's
No more bosses, girls think that I'm god I'm a
Young full artist either eat or you starvin
Either beef or you barred, the finger either the yard
I'm sittin peepin my odds before seekin peace in the Mars but
Still do me cause it's easy to do
So the fly CEO, I ain't easy to jew
And that's how it is, you can ask Blitz
Jail, for more than aggravated assault
Wild Style took it to trial said it's all his fault

AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin
What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings
My cons-tributions to this jam
Is confusing because I am...
... low key and y'all know the deal
And when you real then you real no need to ice grill
YES, I'm nice still, YES, my mic skills
is so ill for real give myself slight chills
And I get money, money I got
Big bottles of Belve keep the bloodflow hot
Bone's up in queen, wood in the feds
Wild born and barred niggaz hold your head
Cause I'm still here, hustle with no fear
The muscle is still here that love be still sheer
I dare, a muh'fucker pull my card
I got more than a great big bodyguard
So press up if you wanna get served
I survived in the hood, now I'm all in the burbs
With the bass on thump, suitcase in the trunk
Probably UV with the tooly lettin Akon pump

AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin
What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings
How long can I lay to touch millions
'fore that AK spray or sprays on civilians
I'm five for five, I'm rated R
I'm gifted, and I'm goin far
Down the ave, to the spot
Four dubs of 'dro that's all I copped
No mo' but chammy that's all I pop
So solo with the fam that we all we got
Hate for what, I live that life
I done drove every car, I did that ice
Done touched a few broads, some hid they wife
I was too large to dodge, had to deal my life
I kept it fair, I played the game
Now it's time for the whole world to know my name

AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin
What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings
Just do the dance that's easy to do
Lean back or that two-step, what's easy for you
This jam is on and on and on
Guaranteed airplay 'til your breath is gone!

I get the money so I don't care, I do-I don't care, I do-I don't care
New York get that money so I don't care, get the-get the money so I don't care
Cali get that money so I don't care, I do-I don't care, I don't care
Miami get that money so I don't care, get the-get the money so I don't care
Detroit get that money so I don't care, I don't care, I do-I don't care
Chi-Town get that money so I don't care, I don't care, I do-I don't care
Atlanta get that money so I don't care, get the-get the money so I don't care

Dont let it ride out
Thats what the world been missing right here
best kept secret

Hook:

we all evolve from the city of gods,we all evolve from the city of gods
we all evolve from the city of gods, stuffin odd just gimme the nod

Chorus:

Get doe, get low, live life, get nice, rock ice, buy cars, buy bikes
take trips, live rich, eat good, get dips, stay hood, stack chips thats sick.

Verse 1 Az:

Sex, car clothes money and murda some souljahs to serva
Hood hoppin hopin to murdas of rakim
my own pops got me open on burnas no watchin
had a heart problem coping with murda that doctrines
no cocrine witnesses niggas whose whaptin
way when rakim was knockin
streets was what it was when thugs was thugsing
gun wars galore going slug for sluggin
jews, drugs and all niggas love is love
with the crew wall to wall i'll be bugged to bust
so beef war its way to deep to sleep
niggas keep up coz certified killers creep
stole his lady, i drove him crazy
you ask me why? coz tha man tried to play me
so be low quickly and you betta hit me
while i'm letting this pretty chick get with me
steppin with 007 betta make it snapping
no time to do your hair baby, bruvas are busting at me
blunts and bottles pass but non on target
they want their god hit, but watch how log it
low as saddam an his pawn so unharmed im unarmed no im calm i can yawn sing a song
im tha don king of dons king kong can bring it on
word is bomb.

Chorus:

Get doe, get low, live life, get nice, rock ice, buy cars, buy bikes
take trips, live rich, eat good, get dips, stay hood, stack chips thats sick.(2X)

Verse 2: AZ

a course to kid that cut dope an never got nauseous
cook coke on the comeback and never took losses
the one rap got rich of lifes of this carves
that jigga shit now sick sitting with moses
dead presidency represents that we are all is one
the call has come to god,streets disciple
discreet but the beast is like you never off beats stay in heats of the rifle
sniffle,no releigion no faceless with small incisions
no cases pending though i got dawgs in prisons
reckless living though restless like the mets in the extra innings
hope niggas respect my dealings, if not hope not in her
catch no feelings when you start here with niggas left stressed in billings
cold killings, old rillings now surf your scene and now your vicinity is in tha mean circulatin sin
praiser unfold and untold like de la
no souls on strof on summer so stayed high
we conuseuir then rocked the sign of dijoirs so minor my persona was born
no flaws this federal fuckers this cell is tapped
no calls from the double doob in the hell and back
so know yalls coz i can never just sell you raps
this is my life laid on wax

Chorus:

Get doe, get low, live life, get nice, rock ice, buy cars, buy bikes
take trips, live rich, eat good, get dips, stay hood, stack chips thats sick.(2X)

Hook:

we all evolve from the city of gods,we all evolve from the city of gods
we all evolve from the city of gods, stuffin odd just gimme the nod (2X)

Chorus:

Get doe, get low, live life, get nice, rock ice, buy cars, buy bikes
take trips, live rich, eat good, get dips, stay hood, stack chips thats sick.(2X)

Hook:

we all evolve from the city of gods,we all evolve from the city of gods
we all evolve from the city of gods, stuffin odd just gimme the nod

Street Life
AZ intro
Yea Devine Intervention

Miliato, Begetz, AZ
Quad Money Presents..

Half-A-Mil (R.I.P)

Now the twin towers done blew up,
niggas seen the footage and threw up,
I got platinum bullets for ya ll to chew up,
Mil-latin the dog done grew up,
is it still manhatten I speak street slang arab-a-latin,
my gunz speak rat-a-ta-in,
understand my lingo,
I'm from Albany Afganistan,
fuck Chris Cringo and Christopher Columbus,
I'll shoot scud missles through his kango and spray z gas,
on ya faggot ass,
Allah you akba, make 767's crash,
smack Jesus Christ and smoke a half a pound of hash,
I keep a half a pound of cash,
I thought I told you cats,
I'm not a rapper,
rock a G on my chest that stands for god,
fuck Dan I'm dapper,
prada from head to toe,
dollars, cherries in the moe,
you fake ass pimps, get my chips,
so I'm burying you and your hoes,
I plant plutonium bombs after each and every show,
so every artist you sign is guaranteed to blow,
I'm guaranteed to flow,
puffin that magic weed,
knowledge itself nigga that's what you need,
so fuck you and those crabs that you feed, tell em holla at me.

Chorus:
New York New York with blood in your ice,
put numbers on your head killa name your price,
we gets love where ever we go,
cause the street life is all we know,
its all we know

Begetz

I work for a quarter million in dope,
a million dollars in cash,
1.5 under the bathroom stash,
put that little ass gun away nigga,
step up your murder game,
still fuckin wit weed,
step up to heroine,
cardiay diamond links no more gold chains,
vertical doors, candy paint, and woodgrain,
I'm the one to watch niggas don't cover your eyes,
so many eyes on my watch got em hypnotized,
fuckin with hustlers ballin like rap niggas, throwin money in the air screemin I ain't gotta rap niggas,
the 9 m & m ain't sweet like candy,
got mines on me front row with a grammy,
slugs on the left and lust on the right,
fuck an award boo we'll take you home tonight,
milli gates in the spyder with the glass roof,
damn near crashed in valet off that over proofed shit, we drunk.

Chorus x2

AZ

I got one son, two guns, a couple of cribs,
just tryin to live,
fuck gettin stuck with a bid,
niggas I fuck with now,
used to fuck with his kids,
slim dude food never stuck to my ribs,
been tried on occasions,
I lie with persuasion,
hustled out of town nearly died in a Days Inn,
breezed on a turnpike,
received then returned kites,
cold D to O.G homie nigga earn strikes,
burnt mics,
left em there to sizzle for shizzle,
you know the dizzle my nizzle,
I'm so visual,
all jewels tiz you paid dues true to the grizzle,
blew a few mil and still official,
BIG we still miss you,
the games real fical,
its two thou and a nickel,
nigga trying to go triple,
until I'm there wit you,
a wheel chair cripple,
its no secret I'm a keep it popin like a pistol.

Chorus x 2

(feat. Slick Rick)

Amar, Amar, c'mon.
Yeah Dad, what?
Hope you did your homework already.
I did that already, c'mon Dad.
Nah, it's time to go to...
C'mon listen...
What happened?
I went to school today I said AZ's my daddy, they said, "Jay-Z? Nas?"
What, what?
Tell me the story again?
Ok, ok.
Aight, this is how it went down...

We talkin' a few years before you even appeared
I was into my little gear, yeah
weed and my beer
Hustlin out of fear, fear of bein' a square
Like them cowards with no gear
they just breathin' the air, son
clear, but didn't realize life ain't fair
with one drive-by, it could end your life right there
though I'm a fly guy from ????
my knife's like chyeah
Fuck the world we can fight right
I don't scare
from beer
no more nightmares here
not a tear
I was strighter than the white man's hair
Met Nasir, had that hype that jeer
Like a kite, threw me a mic
I took flight right there
that ain't lies I was nice I swear
went fool with the jewels, even iced my ears
New school, I was cool, wanted righteous wears
But from the door they didn't like that there, I ain't care
as long as I left the china white right there
and understood that you could change a life through prayer
it's all good
police even politely stared
Was unreal, but still now it feels slightly weird
I was spared
gave love, taught my peers
though it was buff, never gave up, fought my fears
Now it's like "what?"
I'm G'ed up, awesome blair
entertainer from the streets with a sportsman's flair

Yeah, that's good enough for you?
Dad, Dad, what's "G'ed up?"
Listen man, don't worry about that now, just go to sleep
Ok, ok.
I'll tell you that later on. But you know what?
What, what what?
I got one more quick story to tell you.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah.
Maybe you could take this story, and tell your friends at school this one:

Heeeeere we go!
Out the gate, he who hate himself ain't straight
he a snake, he the type who send himself upstate
catch a case for a plate
he ainn't have to take, he coulda
Played it safe, said his grace and ate
but it's fate

[Fades...]

[Intro]
Just give me the countdown.
Ya know where we goin.
Uh huh.
Feel so good.
Uh huh.

[AZ]
You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up.
Laugh get nice, split the blunt up.
Pray blue and whites dont run up, remain humble.
You see the change when the range come through.
When all the fame ups ya game, cause ya names mumbled.
The chicks notice, jewels is like hyptnosis.
Its furosious, when broke niggaz get focused,
the cars come out, bottles at the bar run out.
(ch)You know you large when you win cars, the dons a drought,
but heres the switch up, when beef and the money mix up.
Skirts lift up, a few fights, a few stick up,
then one little thing just leads to the next and...
here comes them hot boys to breath down ya neck.
Now ya gotta pack up, flee from the rest and...
just so we could go, you was free from the stress.
I guess it is, what it is.

[Chorus: Samples scratched by DJ Premier]
Sleepin on the come up.
Streetz is yours, so ya take it now.
Sleepin on the come up.
Im from the place where hardcore is beautiful.
Sleepin on the come up.
Streetz is yours, so ya take it now.
Im rather unique, Im from the place Brooklyn (Brooklyn).

You know the saga, who live or who hotter, who shot at who at the Vermada.
I know about beats since Bambata.
Before beat streetz, streetz were never knee deep with them Ryderz.
Gunz and money, someone was hungry, disfunctional family's that come from junkiez.
Jail birds whos wanted for warrants, jumpin countryz,
just tryna survive like a bunch of monkeyz.
Marked dollars, DEA narcs with collars,
niggaz snitchin and still got the heart to holla.
Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless.
Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride D(dick).
Cant call it, too fresh to sprawl it, two checks to roll with, grew up next to all this.
So understand, I know from first hand, and lies of a church man, high off his first gram.

[Chorus]

Jails is packed, the streetz is whacked,
its even worse when ya workers tappin ya beef for sack.
Wifeys gettin feisty, shes beefin back.
Though its a likely, it might be your VISA's maxed.
The coke is up, so now cushion dro's wassup.
And the vegans got that game in the cobra clutch.
The D's and the capris too close to duck,
but what da fuck, they could suck on some coconuts.
The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal.
Nuttin left but jail death and four record deal.
Vibes is weak, ho's wanna slide and creep,
even feinds gotta thing for that hide and seek.
Stick Up Kidz (SUK), kidnapped, switch up cribs
Its still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up big.
Pac is gone, they say that Hip Hop is wrong.
You want more? Then log on to AZ.com.

[Chorus]

(Thanka to Rseno for these lyrics)

(feat. Bounty Killer)

[Intro: Bounty Killer (AZ)]
Cross!!! Angry!!! (Yeah!)
Aiyyo you know it's Bounty Killer and AZ (Stand in attention)
No if's no buts no maybes (Single file)
Aiyyo yallo! Motherfuckin niggaz clear out (Carry your flags)
Warlord in the buildin (It's the art of war)
Aiyyo yallo! I got this fuckin forty five willin
(Fire they lost power) I caught dem stealin
(Bounty Killer) yo!!! (AZ) Lawd a mercy (Soldiers at war) huh!

[Verse 1: AZ]
If you Crip get your Crip on sip get your piff on
Never slip I'm in the mix with the fifth long
Never riff see me fixin on my lip balm
Chip charm chillin with them Gucci kicks on
But like the Kiss song niggaz get shit wrong
To a bliss fully flipped and they gettin pissed on
Life ain't a sitcom gotta keep your wisk on
Shit niggaz bitch other snitch like Nick Bonds
Pick chrones pick 'em up switch pawns
Pick 'em up get 'em tuck get gone see it's on
Some got warned got laid got torned
Got shot got saved got mourned

[Chorus: Bounty Killer]
War dem want with us, why they come start it up
We know they won't give up, when they gone bite the dust
They are envious, so our guns we buss
In the lord we trust, war they wantin

[Verse 2: Bounty Killer]
Yo! Who now piggy gone a yuh a mystery
Di last dem see yuh waan a receive a history
Brush mi wid knife and promise yuh a go fist we
Badman nah trace and crb like Mitzi
Bullet mi a go give dem bout sixty
Fried and dem crew dem haffi leave inna jiffy
Gunshot a mek di fassy speak inna gypsy
From Brooklyn to Poughkeepsie, cross

[Chorus: Bounty Killer]
War dem want with us, why they come start it up
We know they won't give up, when they gone bite the dust
They are envious, so our guns we buss
In the lord we trust, war they wantin

[Verse 3: AZ]
I'm cool with them Pirus cool with them die moves
Any death this way niggaz a die too
Cry who y'all won't do me like Ja Rule
Jewels all sky blue smooth since High School
Fuck with a why do with me it's why who
You sneeze you liable to leave we hostle
You apostle, son of pop duke
Cop cruise to move to top roof
Got loose and left them high stoops
The rest is my new respect to my troops
Give me boose some juice some grey Goose
And word to Jesus it's back to Beirut

[Chorus: Bounty Killer]
War dem want with us, why they come start it up
We know they won't give up, when they gone bite the dust
They are envious, so our guns we buss
In the lord we trust, war they wantin

[Animal]
It's another interlude motherfucker
You know it's Animal the Mixtape Bully nigga, MTB
You know how I do it the way I do it when I do it the way I do it
Motherfucker stab you in your throat with a icepick
Shoot you in the face with a beebee gun
Whatever I do to bring you to the conrete I'ma do it, you heard?
My motherfuckin nigga A, it's the closin of the album nigga
I salute you nigga, for never bein a bitch
For never bein a bitch-ass nigga {*music starts*}
Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the game
Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin back
Niggaz doin mixtapes and comin back
Lyin 'til y'all caught with guns and comin back
Keep comin back baby, you in the top five man
Y'all niggaz pay The Source for mics man
Cause you don't know how to be an original nigga from the streets
I respect you man, close it out like this, 2-double-oh-5
Fuck the world, you heard, say what's up A.W.O.L. take it

[AZ]
I am one of the flyest, crew is like the Al'Qaeda's
We war like in the mess halls of Elmyra
Bodies get caught, predicate spells is higher
Why talk if you ain't walk through hell's fire
All-nighters, upscale attire
In car get new cars you and your mans admire
Young messiah, back bottom guns for hire
I am that what the rap contracts require
Ghostwriter, coast to coast cyphers
I do this for them grown men in diapers that don't like us
Though, still the nicest, sendin kites to Riker's is priceless
Reminiscin on past life fights with Cypress
Hung lifeless, sprung from financial crisis
Never ran, I stand amongst the righteous
AZ-Q, dark denimy V suits
His, arson is lethal, only pardon his people so
Just ask it open the closed casket
Coke or the dope acid I'm back on that old Shaft shit
Got my ratchets, army fatigue jacket
Fitted cap on backwards with them cats from Flatbush
Bravehearted, fuck if they say squash it
We remain the largest, we invade regardless
Trains to Spofford insane with a brain from Hartford
It's hard to explain my artwork
One for the haters, two for the true and the raiders
I know dudes who eat your food with a razor
It's major, barbaric, brutal behavior
Called addict, I talk about the jewelry later
My respect is for the DL cartel connects
And the crews that came through and left arise well effect
Finesse, big boys only play with the best
It's no regrets, bein dead broke and raised in the 'jects
I'm a vet, cousin Comstock callin collect
Sayin he just left the box hot annoyed and depressed
Claimin he stressed did a 3 still facin the stress
I'm like look this ain't the vote and you ain't facin your death
So save your breath, tie your boots up and bang with the rest
Cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh
You know the deal, I pray they process your appeal
Cause on the real, I still got my hands on the wheel
And I'ma drive 'til the gas run out
Either crash or a wrap 'til a smash come out
We them real niggaz

(feat. CL Smooth)

[talking: AZ]
Yea, poet, politician, playa when necessary
This is AZ
I'm your host for the evening
It's Magic Hour
How we gonna do this?

No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti
Bare chest, you pass this dirty gram on the pinky
Respect, finess movements like your hands in grafitti
Grey Goose, mixed with grape, cran and the kiwi
It's truth holds galore
Rolls go clothes galore; take paper till they close the door
Either or, corner hustle or hustle on tour
To seen it all, nothing left but to stumble no more
And the sex is fantasm
Flow, campaigns 'em
Dough, can't change 'em
Courts, can't arraign 'em
It's sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught,
I came in force, all the bangers is brought
Brought the bang at your fort, torch and tangle your thoughts,
Scorch and stand if you're short
So of course, just to chill and conversate, Mil- and Salaam-ulate
Millions I'm trying to chase illin' from out the gate
Get it right my feelin's is not awake
Ducatti bikes, shipped from out of state
The pressure is on, the blunts is lit
My presence is strong, it's real I'm amongst the mix
The Wesson is long, I move like I'm on some shit
So testin' is wrong cause once guns is drawn that's it
The beats the rap the game is done
We leave, we at, we smack, we bang them guns
We beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we come
So, peace to that he's back nigga one

[talking: CL Smooth]
Yea, Chairman of the Board, man
Black Leader, the Mecca Don
El Presidente,
Ladies and Gentlemen,

All I do is bring the life to a dead game the moment I came
Under my umbrella, my flag, my name
If the ship leaving the port, cruise to the resort
You can't be serious baby, this is sport
Gotta make my rounds, head wolf of this pack
Till it's me an A' steppin' out of both sides of that Maybach
We can eat lovely, just don't interrupt me
And mix all this checkmate with that quiet money
I can see it all bubblin' the move is no troublin'
I'm a give you the plug and the Sosa
They all love CL, no jail for homie
Only gotta tell me one time, Don't fuck me Tony
Just buy weight fly straight and keep me right
And I don't care what I spend on security
It helps me sleep at night
Scene of this sharp as me
You take it in air, you can't compare
To the initials engraved in my office chair
The boss is here, we deep in the game
You can't do it the same
You gotta bring a strong leash for your dame or pop up
Speaking of cheddar, me and son peak it together
Can't feel it's the real deal or let the meatballs meet the Baretta
Smellin' like fresh cut leather
Odd color called sarsaparilla
The curtain is drawn the seat's vanilla
Let him see heat forever
Taking that seat empowers
All you wantin' is Magic Hour