Memory Lane (Sittin' In Da Park)
::Intro::
Aiight fuck the shit word fuck that otha shit you know I'm sayin we gonna do a little something like this you know I'm sayin keep it on and on and on and on and on knwo I'm sayin baby Nas Grand Wizard God what is it? fly ??? know I'm sayin yo Nas kick that shit.
::Nas::
I rap for listeners bluntheads fly ladies and prisoners Henessy holders and old school niggas then I be dissin a unofficial the mo ruly tie I dropped out of Cooley high gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie jungle survivor fuck who's the liver my man put my battery in a bag of difference from Energizer sentence begins indented with formality my duration's infinite money wise or physiology poetry that's a part of me retardedly bop I drop the ancient manifested hip hop straight of the block I reminisce on park jams my man was shot for a sheep coat ?? make me se him drop in my weed smok it's real grew up in trife life did times or white lines the hype price murderous nighttimes and knife fights invite crowds chill on the block with ??? hold strap with my peeps that's into drug money mark get into rap no sign of a beast in a blue Chrysler I guess that means peace for niggas no sheisty ??? he'll just snipe ya start off the dice rollin mats for craps to C-Lo with side bets and roll a deuce not the V-low peace God now the shit is explained I'm takin niggas on a trip straight thru memory lane.
::Interlude::
It's like that yall its like that yall its like that yall.
::Chorus::
Allow me to take a trip down memeory lane comin outta Queensbridge (4 times)
::Nas::
1 for the money 2 for pussy and foreign cars 3's for Alize niggas deceased and 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 bass as my razor embraces many faces your telephone bloom black stiches of fat shoe laces peoples are petro dramatic automatic 44 I let blow and back down po-po when I'm vex so my pen taps the paper then my brain's blank I see dark streets hustlin brothas who keep the same rank pumpin for somethin some uprise plus some fail judges hangin niggas uncorrect bail for direct sale my intellect prevails from my hangin cross with nails I reinforce the frai with lyrics that's real word to Christ or disciple or 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 a bell rings black some fiends scream about Supreme Team a Jamaica Queens thing Uptown was out cold 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 it's 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::
::Outro::
The most dangerous comin outta Queensbride (4times)
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