Intro: Nas
Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it’s time (word?)
(Word, it’s time nigga?)
Yeah, it’s time man (aight nigga, begin)
Yeah, straight out the fuckin dungeons of rap
Where fake niggaz don’t make it back
I don’t know how to start this shit, yo, now
Verse One: Nas
Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin
Musician, inflictin composition
of pain I’m like Scarface sniffin cocaine
Holdin a M-16, see with the pen I’m extreme, now
Bulletholes left in my peepholes
I’m suited up in street clothes
Hand me a nine and I’ll defeat foes
Y’all know my steelo with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J, sittin bent up in the stairway
Or either on the corner bettin Grants with the celo champs
Laughin at baseheads, tryin to sell some broken amps
G-Packs get off quick, forever niggaz talk shit
Remeniscing about the last time the Task Force flipped
Niggaz be runnin through the block shootin
Time to start the revolution, catch a body head for Houston
Once they caught us off guard, the Mac-10 was in the grass and
I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin
Pick the Mac up, told brothers, “Back up,” the Mac spit
Lead was hittin niggaz one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks scream my arm shook, couldn’t look
Gave another squeeze heard it click yo, my shit is stuck
Try to cock it, it wouldn’t shoot now I’m in danger
Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber
So now I’m jetting to the building lobby
and it was filled with children probably couldn’t see as high as I be
(So whatchu sayin?) It’s like the game ain’t the same
Got younger niggaz pullin the triggers bringing fame to they name
and claim some corners, crews without guns are goners
In broad daylight, stickup kids, they run up on us
Fo’-fives and gauges, Macs in fact
Same niggaz’ll catch a back to back, snatchin yo’ cracks in black
There was a snitch on the block gettin niggaz knocked
So hold your stash until the coke price drop
I know this crackhead, who said she gotta smoke nice rock
And if it’s good she’ll bring ya customers in measuring pots, but yo
You gotta slide on a vacation
Inside information keeps large niggaz erasin and they wives basin
It drops deep as it does in my breath
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined
I think of crime when I’m in a New York state of mind
(“New York state of mine” –> Rakim *repeat 4X*)
Verse Two: Nas
Be havin dreams that I’ma gangster — drinkin Moets, holdin Tecs
Makin sure the cash came correct then I stepped
Investments in stocks, sewein up the blocks
to sell rocks, winnin gunfights with mega cops
But just a nigga, walking with his finger on the trigger
Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger
I ain’t the type of brother made for you to start testin
Give me a Smith and Wessun I’ll have niggaz undressin
Thinkin of cash flow, buddah and shelter
Whenever frustrated I’ma hijack Delta
In the P.J.’s, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed each block is like a maze
full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back, black
I’m livin where the nights is jet black
The fiends fight to get crack I just max, I dream I can sit back
and lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes
I got so many rhymes I don’t think I’m too sane
Life is parallel to Hell but I must maintain
and be prosperous, though we live dangerous
cops could just arrest me, blamin us, we’re held like hostages
It’s only right that I was born to use mics
and the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dice
I’m
[Nas]
Uhh
Yo, yo-yo, y’all
Whattup? Whattup
It’s time man (Word, it’s time?)
Straight up, it’s time man
Aight, set that shit off
(Set it off then nigga, set it off)
Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might’ve saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark — NARC’s, where’s your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building — come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain — strangle men
Niggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes — tired of riots, shit is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister’s pregnant
father’s on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it’s five rollin thick
The sixth one’s parole flipped; five niggaz, went to fo’ quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nigga ain’t around
We all thought he was real — he did the snake shit
Fake shit — beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could’ve got us all wasted, what a fuckin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?
New York, New York (“New York state of mind” -> Rakim)
New York, New York (“New York state of mind” -> Rakim)
*repeat while Nas is talking*
You heard about it, you see about it
You read about it, it’s in your papers
It’s in your daily news (“Get money!”)
New York chronicles, every day
The crime rate, the murder rate
The money rate, the paper chase, youknowhatImean?
New York state of mind baby, check it out
[Nas]
I’m at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knot
New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot
I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox
You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox
Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along
All the ciggarette smoke’s cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue
Young thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations
Bitches and niggaz both on parole or probation
Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues
I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead
Cause I ain’t playin, niggaz’ll run up in here and shoot up this shit
Stick yo’ ass up, niggaz’ll find the loot in your kicks
Bunch of triple-cross niggaz, just New York niggaz
Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin with you
Some of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for years
Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers
That ain’t gangsta, niggaz is up North with tatted tears
Your name’s on the affadavit, you ratted kid
Faggot-ass niggaz that be scared to do they bids
Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can’t live
Got your quiet niggaz, that relocated down South
comin back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths
All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.’s
runnin round quick to split your mug, it’s ea-sy to score
but it’s hard to get the shit off
Niggaz fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off
When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell
Niggaz, mad cause they ain’t get a piece of that sale
Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors
Go to any hood that’s live and make it liver
A lot of niggaz scheamin, some real, s
Papa, why do you play
All the same old songs
Why do you sing
With the melody
Cause down on the street
Somethings goin’ on
There’s a new beat
And a brand new song
He said
In my life, there was so much anger
Still I have no regrets
Just like you, I was such a rebel
So dance your own dance, and never forget
N’oubliez jamais
I heard my father say
Every generation has it’s way
A need to disobey
N’oubliez jamais
It’s in your destiny
A need to disagree
When rules get in the way
N’oubliez jamais
Mamma, why do you dance
To the same old songs
Why do you sing
Only the harmony
Down on the street
Something’s goin’ on
There’s a new beat
And a brand new song
She said
In my heart theres a young girls passion
For a life long duet
Someday soon
Someone’s smile will haunt you
So sing your own song and never forget
N’oubliez jamais page 2
I heard my father say
Every generation has it’s way
A need to disobey
N’oubliez jamais
It’s in your destiny
A need to disagree
When rules get in the way
N’oubliez jamais
What is this game
Searching for love or fame, it’s all the same
One of these days you say that love will be the cure
I’m not sure
N’oubliez jamais
I heard my father say
Every generation has it’s way
A need to disobey
N’oubliez jamais
It’s in your destiny
A need to disagree
When rules get in the way
N’oubliez jamais
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This is the story
’bout Perry who came home
late one night!
Must have been about a
two or three am,
something like that!
Gotta get me some sleep,
he yawned as he turned out the light!
Haaw!
I guess I was too tired to do any reading!
Whether he dreamed what happened,
or if he really heard it,
he wouldn’t bet
but he swears it sounded like two cats
singin’ a duet!
Come y’out, come y’out, come y’out my pretty kitten
This is me, your boyfriend “Tom” ( N’yot N’yow! )
Ah! come y’out, come y’out, come y’out my pretty kitten
This is old Tom, “Tom” the atom-bomb! ( N’yot N’yow! )
We assure you we’d come y’out
if only we knew how
They tell us that you really are
the cat’s “MEOW”!
Ah! come y’out, come y’out, come y’out my pretty kitten
Now? ( N’yot N’yow! ) Oh!
Come y’out, come y’out,
come y’out our croonin’ kitten
We will serenade the moon! N’yot N’yow!
Come y’out, come y’out,
come y’out our little kitten
We will sing a little tune! N’yot N’yow!
When the folks got home tonight at twelve or thereabout
They locked the door and they forgot to put me-owt!
Oowah! “Alone from night to night you’ll find me!”
Come y’out, come y’out,
come y’out our croonin’ kitten
Mee-owh! Heh heh
OK, now!
Words and Music by Dick Manning |
Well I didn’t see much future
When I left the Christian brothers school
So I waved it goodbye with a wistful smile
And I left the girls of Tuam
And sometimes when I’m reminiscing
I see the prefabs and my old friends
And I know that they’ll be changed or gone
By the time I get home again
Chorus:
And I wish I was on that N 17
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
Yes I wish I was on that N 17
(Stone walls and the grasses green)
Travelling with just my thoughts and dreams
Well the ould fella left me to Shannon
Was the last time I travelled that road
and as I turned left at Claregalway
I could feel a lump in my throat
As I pictured the thousands of times
That I travelled that well worn track
And I know that things would be different
If I ever decide to go back
Chorus:
Now as I tumble down highways
Or filthy overcrowded trains
There’s no one to talk to in transit
So I sit there and daydream in vain
And behind all these muddled up problems
Of living on a foreign soil
I can still see the twists and turns on the road
From the square to the town of the tribes
Chorus X2
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Chorus x2
I’m in it to deep to get out now
They always told me death was the only way out
I’m sittin’ up all night
I can’t ever rest my head
How will my family take it if I ended up dead
(Lord Infamous)
There was a man who approached me every night
When I was reasting fast asleep
He tried to get into my mind
And he promised me power beyond my wildest dreams
He said he could take me away from the suffering, begging, and life of
a teen
So I had to agree
Theres one catch you must worship throughout the centuries
But I really didn’t know he’d be better off
I’m tired of the pain and the crew my brother
He game me things
He promised me
But I got no need I will suffer forever
I’m tired of wrong brotherless powers are much to strong
Oh so bad I want to move on
But if I do my soul is gone
Liars (??) hatas, all murderas, adulterers, and thieves
What you don’t know
Is that you’re walkin’ in the same shoes with me
(Koopsta Knicca)
(??) for seekin’ is all I see
He sit close to me
He said Victoria Secrets
Fills up the air
Perfume smells so fucked up
Auick right here with a stare
Buck doggystyle then the chair
Turned her on her stomach as she
Moanin’ from the motion
If you ready for this to get (??)
Koop finna to come a little bit closer
Rolled her on her chest before the sound went pop
Then I reached for my heart
Oh my god Koopsta just been robbed
I hope you feel me
I’m playin’ naked
Lookin’ at the ceilin’
And bloddy me just hear more (?) from the Koopstas
Chorus x1
(Gangsta Boo)
I’m in it to deep
To escapre this kind of drama
Got crossers, playa hatas, and fakers, that equals problems
Today in this day and time
you can’t read nobody’s mind
These smiles turn to frowns
When they see a playa on the rise
On top of the world
Just a lookin’ down and laughin’ at’cha
I’ll never be popular
Like that 2pac “I ain’t mad at’cha”
So baby beware
This game of life is like do or die
It’s hell on this Earth
The only thing that’s missin’ is the fire
Come on baby tell me is it something that your eyes can’t see
Or are you just blind
To the fact that you in it too deep
(Juicy J)
Yeah, I know what’cha mean
I had to stand on my ground
To get on the scene
Just me and brother down in the stuggle
Gettin’ out seve on to the friends
And after dark
Deep in the park
Them doped up fiends will start
To light the pipe all through the night
I used to wonder what God
Please help the poor come off of their feet
Cuz there was nothin’ to eat
Didn’t want to jack or rob
A brother had to maintain the streets
Off in the projects
Wasn’t lathargic
Cause I was tryin’ to get out
Who can you tust
I had to be tough
I never ran my mouth
My and my crew would constantly hit the brew
A natural high
how can you make it in this world
But to try of die
(DJ Paul)
1991 was the year 901
Was the area code
3-8 double 1-6 was the zip
Code of all the rows of road
Now let my story be told
A yong buck droppin’ on in a school house
But not to learn off in the tenth grade
Tryin’t o come up at last
Like a total outcast
Off all them songs I done made
Bumpin’ my underground tapes
Up and down the hall
The DJ Paul wasn’t no damn thang
But then my dogs
Tony and Shista asked me to join a gang
Theat ain’t me man
but hangin’ around them fools
I had to get down and join a click, see
Cause I made so many enemies
From the clicks off in my city
Now if I told you what gang it was
Then to you I will seem more than down
But if I told you what gang I’m in
I can only do a show off in my own town
But it’s all goody good
Much love to the thu
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