歌词
作词 : Peg Barsella/Christopher Martin/Reuben Wilson/Nasir Jones
作曲 : Peg Barsella/Christopher Martin/Reuben Wilson/Nasir Jones
(Check that shit)
Aight **** that shit, word word
**** that other shit, youknowhatI'msayin
We gon' do a little somethin like this yaknahmsayin
(Is they up on this )
Keep it on and on and on and on and
KnowhatI'msayin Big Nas Grand Wizard God what it is
(What it is like ) Hah knowhatI'msayin
Yo go 'head, do that shit b***h
I rap for listeners blunt heads fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin a
Unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of Kooley High gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, **** who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back a differencem from Energizer
Sentence begins indented with formality
My duration's infinite moneywise or physiology
Poetry that's a part of me retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my **** smoke
It's real grew up in trife life did times or white lines
The hype vice murderous nighttimes and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cog-nac hold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler I guess that means peace
For niggas no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets I roll a deuce nothin below (Peace God )
Peace God -- now the shit is explained
I'm takin ****** on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all it's like that y'all it's like that y'all
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
One for the money
Two for ***** and foreign cars
Three for Alize b*****s deceased or 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 basis my razor embraces many faces
Your telephone blowin black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol dramatic automatic fo'-fo' I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets hustlin brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin for somethin some uprise plus some fail
Judges hanging niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails
I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ a disciple of 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 made bell rings black
Some fiends scream about Supreme Team a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo son heard he was kingpin yo
Shit 'rap is real', watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill
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
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
The most dangerous MC is
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
The most dangerous MC is
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
The most dangerous MC is
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
The most dangerous MC is
Me numba won and you know where me from