Nas Lyrics
Nas Lyrics
"Get Down Lyrics"
Slack Lyrics
Patiently devoted to the words I haven’t spoken, but have heard a thousand times and never cared about Lived above the closely sandy winter That’s been decided without me in the past time Decisions have been made without me Thru the eastern wall the sun shine in and hit my face I fell down dead and was never woken up again The limitation wasn’t there to my surprise And then they told me the decision have already been made
Patiently devoted to the words I haven’t spoken, but have heard a thousand times and never cared about Lived above the closely sandy winter That’s been decided without me in the past time Decisions have been made without me Thru the eastern wall the sun shine in and hit my face I fell down dead and was never woken up again The limitation wasn’t there to my surprise And then they told me the decision have already been made
"Get-get.. get down!" - [James Brown]
[Nas]
Uh.. uh.. uh..
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete
And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration
Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem
Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starvin
Pushin cars, Nicky Barnes was the 70's
But there's a long list of high-profile celebrities
Worldwide on the thorough side of things
Livest kings, some died, one guy, one time
one day grabs me, as I'm about to blast heat
40-side of Vernon, I turned well he asked me
"Whatchu up to, the cops gon' bust you"
I was a teen drunk off brew, stumbled I wondered
if God sent him, cause two squad cars entered the block
and looked at us, I ain't flinch when they watched
I took it upstairs, the bathroom mirror, brushed my hair
Starin at a young disciple, I almost gave my life to what the dice do
Yeah man, throwin them bones
Hopin my ace get his case thrown
His girl ain't wait for him, she in the world
S-O-U-T-H Parkway Lyrics
S-O-U-T-H yeah Parkway, don't play damn damn day Get your shit straight test us and we test you shit All us, all y'all too, it's on shit (repeat 2X) S if for shootin bitches who constantly talkin shit O is for over, know when i barge in another clique U is for underground when i'm in funkytown T is for taking over, cuz you shouldnt've been around H is for hood rat, that's hangin in SPV P is for pussy hoe, that i got so easily A is Atlanta bound, all aboard on the plane R is for
straight hoeinS-O-U-T-H yeah Parkway, don't play damn damn day Get your shit straight test us and we test you shit All us, all y'all too, it's on shit (repeat 2X) S if for shootin bitches who constantly talkin shit O is for over, know when i barge in another clique U is for underground when i'm in funkytown T is for taking over, cuz you shouldnt've been around H is for hood rat, that's hangin in SPV P is for pussy hoe, that i got so easily A is Atlanta bound, all aboard on the plane R is for
While he lookin at centerfolds of pretty girls
showin they little cooch, gangstas don't die he's livin proof
The D.A. who tried him was lyin
A white dude, killed his mother durin the case
Hung jury, now the D.A. is bein replaced
Pre-trial hearin is over, it's real for the soldier
Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild
Triple-homicide, I sit in the back aisle
I wanna crack a smile when I see him
Throw up a fist for black power, cause all we want is his freedom
He grabbed a court officer's gun and started squeezin
Then he grabbed the judge, screams out -- nobody leavin everybody
"Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - [James Brown]
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[Nas] Everybody
"Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - [James Brown]
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[Nas]
Some niggaz fuck they enemies in they ass when they catch 'em
Weird-ass niggaz are dangerous, so don't test 'em
They make you, dissapear, this a year
It's My Thang '99 Lyrics
[Keith Murray] (DJ Clue) Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT) Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron (It's My Thing '99) Nawsayin? One time for DJ Clue, check it out (STUPID) Aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like mustard The Squad go to war like General Custard I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin it hard And havin bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards [Erick Sermon] First of all, I'm the E of EPM
that I won't forget[Keith Murray] (DJ Clue) Yeah, what up, yo it's Mr. Keith Murray The Lyrical Lexicon, the matador metaphor (NEW SHIT) Wit my niggas Redman and the EPMD, the Squadron (It's My Thing '99) Nawsayin? One time for DJ Clue, check it out (STUPID) Aiyyo, we got these hoes spreaded out like mustard The Squad go to war like General Custard I just lost my a-alike, and I'm takin it hard And havin bad dreams of spooky voices and graveyards [Erick Sermon] First of all, I'm the E of EPM
Sold CD's double platinum, met mo' execs
Southern niggaz, independent label, real killers
Know the business, ran Tennessee for years, now they chillin
They had the coke game somethin crazy
Sold music out the trunk of they car, that shit amazed me
Put me onto heron blunts, sherm or somethin
Took a puff, what the fuck, I turned to punch them
Southern niggaz ain't slow, nigga tried to play me
I left from around them dudes, they cool but they crazy
Now I'm back around the old school that raised me
New York gangstas, we loungin, out in L.A. see
A dude wrote my dawg from Pelican Bay
The letter say, "Nas I got your back - the fools don't play"
I rolled with some Crips down to a Crenshaw funeral
Never saw so many men slaughtered and I knew the ho responsible
The nigga still alive in a hospital
Midnight they crept in his room and shot the doctor too
See my cousin's in the game, thuggin and things
He plugged me with a dame who was half-Mexicano
Gave the
The Lake Lyrics
( The Lake EP / Edgar Allen Poe ) In youth's spring, it was my lot To haunt of the wide earth a spot To which I could not love the less So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound And the tall trees that towered around But when the night had thrown her pall Upon that spot as upon all And the wind would pass me by In its stilly melody My infant spirit would awake To the terror of the lone lake My infant spirit would awake To the
ass up, I'ma mack daddy Soprano( The Lake EP / Edgar Allen Poe ) In youth's spring, it was my lot To haunt of the wide earth a spot To which I could not love the less So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound And the tall trees that towered around But when the night had thrown her pall Upon that spot as upon all And the wind would pass me by In its stilly melody My infant spirit would awake To the terror of the lone lake My infant spirit would awake To the
She passed me the indigo, but the imbecile
shoulda never tippy-toed, thought my eyes were closed
Openin the hotel room do', to let her goons in
But I moved in a manner, on some Jet Li shit
I let the hammers blow, wet three kids
See honey thought I had somethin to do, with all the drama
Cause I was with a crew, that had her people killed
Called up my cousin, told him I ain't fuckin witchu
He responded cool, but told me out here this how motherfuckers
"Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - [James Brown]
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[Nas] Everybody
"Get down, get down! Get down, get down!" - [James Brown]
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[unknown speaker]
All I really gotta say is that
if that's how our people gon' get down, how we ever gon' get up?
How we ever gon' get up if that's how we get down?
A shame when you ain't look at it
My folk is yo' folk, but we all kinfolk
Somebody gotta make a change