Tune: Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Ill Street Blues
youtu.be/CfO7qUiOt4Q
[Intro]
Aw yeah, word up, word to mother. Here comes G. Rap with another one y'all
We going to swing this like this...
[Verse 1]
I'm right in front of my front steps thinking of a plan
Looking like Raggedy Ann, no dough in hand, kicking a can
Thinking of a plot to pull some bank in
Because I'm dead and stinking
Soles on my shoes winking, t-shirt is shrinking
Soon I see some thighs and my eyes open wide quick
Who's that with you, chick? Bill Blass my sidekick
What's up, black? Give his hand a smack
Then up pulls a Cadillac, yo baby we'll be back
Jumped right on inside, not too many people saw us
Thinking about who gotta get robbed because the mob got a job for us
They drove us down to this other section
Of town where the clowns there be paying for protection
They want us to send a message to Jimmy the bartender
Lend a friend the money, next you're ripping off his car fenders
He's coming up short cause he snorts
Coke, dope, nope, and hope he don't get caught
He owes some Benjamin Franklins, every last bit of em
But Jimmy's pockets are empty, so now we gotta get rid of him
But Jimmy's wife is with him and they don't want to involve her
Hopped out the back seat they gave me a revolver
Blass, you distract him while I go and whack him
Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him
He's screaming for his life, reaching for his wife
Shot him in the back of the head and jigged him with a knife
And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
Refrain]
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
[Verse 2]
Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops and robbers
You're not promised tomorrow in this Little Shop of Horrors
So I got to get with the business and hit quick
Moneygrip's pocket's looking thick so I stick slick
Hold it right there, hands in the air, I know you got the loot
Or better yet, face down on the ground, empty your pockets troop
Hit the deck, I got the Tec right on your neck
And I expect to make a buck to heck with a traveler's check
But if a vic' tries to choke me
I'll have to smoke him like I'm Smokey the Bear, so okie dokie
Goodbye, or bon voyage, have a good journey
Don't even try begging for your life, that don't concern me
So to the next weasel that freezes
Your begging and your pleases only getting ya closer to meeting Jesus
Yeah, I shake a schmuck just to make a buck
Then I break a duck and if the duck gotta get bucked then I don't give a fuck
Hyper as a sniper piping niggas like a plumber
Cold vicking and sticking up the ones that run the numbers
Or even a bigger score, the lady in the liquor store
Go inside then kick in the door, pull her then I'm stickin her for
Money or your life, honey hurry and choose
But you lose, because I got the ill street blues
[Refrain]
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
[Verse 3]
Extra extra read all about it in the papers
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
Because he pulled some other people to try and hit us
Get us, but none of them did us, he must be trying to kid us
But that's dead, I'll thank God in the red, 'cross the bread borders
So nobody can short us, he fled down to headquarters
Ready to put some work in, we're not a lazy crew, we'll do a job or two
But yo, the man can't even stick me with some Krazy Glue
Ready to tore him even more because she saw him
We took out all the lookouts in the front and kicked his door in
What's up snake, why'd you violate?
They called him a chazer (What's that?)
Yo, that's a pig that don't fly straight
Getting ready to jab him, I grabbed him by the necktie
Homie tried to get fly, and swing I gave him a decked eye
You know the evil that men do, hell is where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck, take that with you on the way down
I'm hoping you got springs and wings on your shoes
But you lose, because I got the ill street blues
[Refrain]
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
You lose, 'cause I got the ill street blues
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Tune: Mobb Deep - Street Life
youtu.be/nGFoAWde9Uw
[Verse 1: Prodigy]
M-O-B-B D-E-E-P, A.C.D. burn somethin'
Let's get lifted, Queens is you with me?
Niggas' shifty, I turned around, a kid tried to hit me
I back him down with the 50-50
It had to been the thug in me
The Tunnel banging come and get me
The first five hundred bitches free
The kid with the God-U will let all my gods come through
Live niggas on this side of the bar, you get smacked, boo
And fucked too, shit on me? Well then, fuck you
Go on with your high class ass if you want to
Outta state you be suckin' me off and breakin' off
Weave bitch thinks she's stallion but my dick went soft
My Mobb got in lock with Masterlock
You get your locks picked
Run up in your spot, mask and glove shit
Queens niggas involved with thug shit, you get lumped'd
Quick, we in the bathroom thumpin'
[Verse 2: Ammo]
To the three-time losers, alcohol abusers
Big money spenders and the Ebineezer Scroogers
Thugs holdin' fort with the sixteen shot Rugers
The CREAM that I redeem will bring a Lex and Landcruiser
Dominant chapter, assassin'in the obsolete
And my Mobb comes Deep to put the wind beneath your feet
My heart's harder than concrete
And nervous streets be walked off beat
But still thugs carry heats
I get deeper than skin, paragraphs from within
Dear lord, my life is trife, please forgive me for my sins
My kin stay my kin, ain't no room for extra friends
One love to my thugs up north in the pens
Be a prophet to raise, beat my speech on stage
Lyricist renegade, breakin' down barricades
These days are gettin' rough, another brother handcuffed
Fallen victim to the game, it's like style's corrupt
[Hook: Prodigy]
My crime niggas live the (Street life)
Them Queens niggas livin' (Street life)
My drug niggas livin' (Street life)
My street niggas livin' (Street life)
We thug niggas livin' (Street life)
N.Y.C. livin' (Street life)
My Mobb niggas livin' (Street life)
What?
[Verse 3: Havoc]
For every rhyme I write, reality bites
My clique keeps shit virgin tight
Regulate and know the rule
I gets some insight plus info, doin' stickups with my kickos
My .44 will burn that ass like going raw with nymphos
So protect your lifestyle, rock your vest
Or get your Teflon put to the motherfuckin' test
Stay bent, but on point, son, you know
Stay on the low, got the back, or no-no
When I'm on the dolo, got the God-U-Now
Kid, you wanna get foul
So now I gotta put that ass back on profile
Change your character, you ain't got stamina
Nigga get that dough, I ain't mad at'cha
The Infamous handle business, gonna make mines
Forever, son, kid you heard it through the grapevine
[Verse 4: A-Dog]
To my royal thug committees and outlaws
That live the life of Frank Nitty
The big city mobster, the ? has made the
God unholy, skies forever watch me
The prophecy, another chapter, there's no stoppin' me
Crime Addiction, my life story is far from fiction
Because at one time, the .44 bullets took the world
Bring sparks and friction
I anaylse this Earth, so I roll with trife characters
The hardest for the world to cap, and shining like a
Full carat diamond with perfect design
Philly's and 9 mili's and Coupe Bentley's forever reclinin'
To the shoot, physicals in this paradox
The world is hot and my plot is to receive grands and yachts
Until then I be a trife individual, dwellin' in these days
Scorchin' from the D's plus the sun's rays
Dead President dreams and million dollar schemes
Killer Queens, the land of CREAM fiends
A.C.D. the world terrorist
Stainless Rugers for the intruders and my cipher's Infamous
Through New York and worldwide, we penetrate your inside
*?Diamond did?* drama, son, and 9 clips so prepare for heaven's ride
[Hook: Prodigy]
A.C.D. livin' (Street life)
My ice niggas livin' (Street life)
Them jewel rockin' niggas livin' (Street life)
Them crack niggas livin' (Street life)
Them coke-sellin' niggas livin' (Street life)
Word, N.Y.C. livin' (Street life)
My man L.E.S. livin' (Street life)
The whole Queensbridge livin' (Street life)
Word up son, we're livin' (Street life)
[Outro: Prodigy (Havoc)]
KnowI'msayin? Word up, A.C.D., Mobb Deep in the motherfuckin'....
Yo yo, uh
Hold me down son (No doubt son)
Back 'em down son (I got'cha back son)
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Tune: Savvy - Raus
youtu.be/4r9Po0xagmA
[Part 1]
Ah, die Morgenluft riecht nach Scheiße und Gras
Ein letztes Sternburg, den Rest kann ja keiner bezahl'n
Fuck, kein Bulle hat mehr Bock noch Streife zu fahr'n
Und von den Dealern an der Warschauer ist keiner mehr da
Ich sehe Zombies, taumeln, werden Leichen am Tag
Denn nachts schmeißen sie paar Teile, 'ne weitere Bar
Gegen 5 Uhr morgens steh'n sie dann allein an der Bahn
Und denken sie und die Barfrau werden vielleicht mal ein Paar
Illusion yeah, ich bin verloren in Gedanken
Mund trocken, hole mir 'ne Cola an der Tanke
Dazu Snickers und 'ne zweite Schachtel Kippen verdammt
Meine Potte, sagt mir, digga, fass' mich bitte nicht an
Ey, Jo kein Gleichgewicht, jeder Schritt ist ein Kampf
Wenn um diese Uhrzeit Kontros kommen, dann krieg' ich 'nen Krampf
Gott verdammt, heute war mal wieder lang
Hab' noch ein bisschen lila Skunk, roll' ein Blunt, zünd' ihn an
[Hook]
Und leg' mich hin
Und alles dreht sich
Vögel zwitschern mir, dass es mal wieder viel zu spät ist
Gedanken sind vernebelt
Ich heb' ab
Bei Tage nicht zu sehn, denn ich leb Nachts, ja
Ich leg' mich hin
Und alles dreht sich
Vögel zwitschern mir, dass es mal wieder viel zu spät ist
Gedanken sind vernebelt
Ich heb' ab
Bei Tage nicht zu sehn, denn ich leb' Nachts
[Part 2]
Während du noch ravest, sitz' ich schon längst beim Hähnchen-Haus
Ich hab' noch Sieben Euro Dreißig und ich geb' sie aus
Habibi gib' mir alles was du hast, rot weiß (mhm)
Ja, ich bin betrunken und hab Hunger hoch zwei
Und ich bunker noch drei Gramm Gras in der Jacke
Ein letzten Joint noch, aber fuck in welcher Tasche?
Man wo ist denn jetzt mein Hasch hin?
Ich rede nur noch Schwachsinn
Die Bahn fährt ein, ich bete das ich 'nen Platz find
Yeah, leere Blicke die sich kreuzen, niemand zeigt Emotion
Unter der Brücke jault ein Sänger breit in sein Mikrofon
Die ersten Sonnenstrahlen sieht man schon
Doch bevor ich schlaf', brauch' ich ne Multivitaminration
Yeah, die letzten paar Groschen noch beim Späti gelassen
Ich hab noch Bier in der Flasche andere schon Tee in den Tassen
Ich bleibe jung noch für 'ne Zeit, denn man ist ewig erwachsen
Tür auf, Vorhang zu und ich seh' die Matratze
[Hook]
Und leg' mich hin
Und alles dreht sich
Vögel zwitschern mir, dass es mal wieder viel zu spät ist
Gedanken sind vernebelt
Ich heb' ab
Bei Tage nicht zu sehn, denn ich leb Nachts, ja
Ich leg' mich hin
Und alles dreht sich
Vögel zwitschern mir, dass es mal wieder viel zu spät ist
Gedanken sind vernebelt
Ich heb' ab
Bei Tage nicht zu sehn, denn ich leb' Nachts
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Canzone: Mobb Deep - Back At You
youtu.be/IPfwPaBYuvg
[Intro: Havoc]
No doubt
[Verse 1: Havoc]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Stainless steel gats, they never rust, fin' to bust
You get touched, blessed with the real side of life
Just enough, you couldn't fight it with your strongest mic
Laid down, nigga eyes visualize bad reception
Major interference to your upper-body section
I travel like a two-two bullet
Throughout your body, repped to the fullest
Queensbridge representin'
Presentin' the hollow tip crew
Loose lips sink ships, you talk shit — I follow through
Once the kite is sent, I might get bent, but still planned it
No second thoughts, 'cause my conscience is demandin'
From all the bloodshed (Bloodshed), I leave that mug red (Mug red)
I'm like cancer, can't catch me 'cause I done spread (Done spread)
Doorknob dead, enough said, from the scene I fled
With the paranoid thoughts runnin' 'round my head
It's like that! War — project niggas strike back
It's on! What the fuck you said? I'll be right back!
With the gat, and terror, end your motherfuckin' era
Your shorty set you up, you better dead her
Hunger for the cheddar, big Benz or better
Amaretto sours, alcohol consumption
While you runnin', we thumpin'
Due to the fact The Infamous is bumpin'
Ice grill, son, you frontin'!
[Chorus x4]
It's like that! War — project niggas strike back
It's on! What the fuck you said? I'll be right back!
[Verse 2: Prodigy]
Welcome to the fact that.. here, take that
Right back at you, I'm goin at Duke, I already ran through
Wasn't hard to capture, what is it that you goin' after?
(What is it? What is it?) My forty-fifth'll make your clothes damper
Put in the hamper, the fabulous Infamous movin' stainless
Crimes heinous, to all my niggas — hold your bangers
Live in action, if you were dapped then relax then
The fuck you say? I'll be right back with MAC's then
Blastin', tearin' up your FILA fashion
Give him what he askin', fill you in on what happened
Back at the cabin, be at the round table plannin'
To spread team across planet, expand shit
Slap a nigga open handedly style, somethin' foul
For tryin' to slow down, my cash pile a hundred miles (So what?)
I can recall the days, juvenile, crime pay
Fourteen years old, shorty from 'round way
Brick-ass cold, still pump from night to day
But why did my life have to be this way?
I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits, my loot get recouped
Razors in my shoe 'case they try to troop me to the Island
I'm known for start wildin'
Back in New York, my soldiers got the cash piled and
Peep this, throwin' blows on some nose-and-teeth shit
So much drama, who the fuck knows we got beef with?
Lift you up off your feet like ski lift
Pull back the big fifth for niggas who riff, them niggas you with
Then I'm on the next flight, gettin' bent in the clouds
On my way down South for international crowds
[Interlude: Prodigy]
Word up, word up, son
We gotta get this motherfuckin' money, kid
Knahmsayin'? What up, kid? Fuck that, son
[Chorus]
A-yo, it's like that! War — project niggas strike back
It's on! What the fuck you said? I'll be right back!
It's like that! War — project niggas strike back
(Fuck that, yo! Word to mother, yo)
It's on! What the fuck you said? I'll be right back!
It's like that! War — project niggas strike back (Infamous, nigga)
It's on! What the fuck you said? I'll be right back! (Infamous)
[Outro: Prodigy]
Black Mac, word up, word up
Yo, the mad action, gun relaxin', pump, yo!
Check it out, son, word up!
Project niggas strike back, it's like that!
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Tune: Nas feat. A$AP Rocky & DJ Premier - Wave Gods
youtu.be/PoK2m6Mu53A
[Intro: Nas, Raekwon, Casanova Rud, C.L. Smooth, (Kool G Rap) & (Snoop Dogg)]
Hold up and analyze
Come on, get on, get some
Listen close as I prove my point
(We do our thing, son) Yeah
Hold up and analyze, we’re more solid
Come on, get on, get some, yeah
Listen close as I prove my point
(Ready to make an entrance so back on up) Yeah
[Chorus: Nas & A$AP Rocky]
No comparison, we more solid than they are (Uh)
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like the new Gang Starr (Uh)
Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God (Yeah)
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Wake up out the bed scruffy, sparkin' my J
Shine my nickel-plated then I'm startin' my day
My old lady call me baby, told her, "Pardon my age"
Twelve shells in the gauge like a carton of eggs
We goin' home like Eric Cartman, chromosomes on my conscience
Hear some niggas talkin' nonsense, call up Nasty Nastradamus
Rock the pearls and diamonds, break the promise, break her wallets
Break her heart and break her pockets, takin' notes like guidance counselors
Aristocrat like the chancellor, the answer to the, uh, panhandlers
The corners with the mans is up, the jig is up, the scams is up
Yeah, they hands is up, lookin' in the crowd, yeah
Tryna fuck the world, but my pants still up
Tryna invest, to all my G's, before we rest in peace
'Cause we sure to rest in peace
The rest is set, the record set as soon as I release
The rumors be, I roam the streets with no security
They know a nigga overseas (Uh)
Kind of swag that's passed from your mom and dad
Prada bags and we cheesin' on them Calvin ads (Yeah, yeah)
Might've peeped the billboards fifty feet when out in traffic
Starin' at them naked pictures, shit, you bound to crash it
[Chorus: Nas]
No comparison, we more solid than they are
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like the new Gang Starr
Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God
[Break: Nas, Raekwon, Casanova Rud & A$AP Rocky]
Hold up and analyze
Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
Come on, get on, get some
Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah
[Verse 2: Nas]
Wake up out the bed, wrap my durag up
Say a prayer, I'm thankin' God that mom dukes had us
Monotone style like Guru on some Preemo cuts
Crewneck by McQueen, go nuts
Jewels over my white hoodie like Juvie in '9-8
It's movies that I make, Peruvian white flake
It tore the community at a high rate, adversity I faced
I roll my own gas to make sure that it's not laced
Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me
Watchin' Video Music Box, sittin' close to the TV
I was inspired by Whodini and Kool G
Got my first pair of J's, thought I was 2-3 (Air)
Invest in all my G's before we rest in peace
'Cause we sure to rest in peace, my shorty is a piece
A piece of mind, a dimepiece, I might buy her a piece of property
You might've had some joints
But ain't nothin' like me and Rocky seen
[Chorus: Nas]
No comparison, we more solid than they are
Me and Hit-Boy, they say we like the new Gang Starr
Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God
[Break: Nas, Casanova Rud, Kool G Rap & C.L. Smooth]
Come on, get on, get some
Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
We do our thing, son
Listen close as I prove my point
[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Tell Hit we got a hit, ayy, ayy
Tell Hit we got a hit, ahh
Call up Nasty Nas, niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah
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