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