AZ Album

[AZ:]
It's the most marvelous
Haha, so consistent, so Denevere
This here is classical
I'm a genius!
Allow me...

[Verse 1:]
Scrilla rap spitter, silverback gorilla, mass killer
Heavy hoodie cow, hide, half chinchilla
Watch for scrilla's cuz they hastle the dealers, for reala
Y'all little niggaz, me I lex and grilla, I'm chilla
Pillows of purple had to seal up my circle
It's serious, when your seralbello senses alert you
Pollack church shoes parolee homie's home on curfew
Who's commercial, I verbalize universal
Uniqueness, I'm nonchalant nigga no secrets
What ambiance never show weakness, control leakege
Live niggaz know I speak it
Verbalize outta eye, cuz we cohesive
Flow's freakish
Dough is just honor the pieces to the puzzle
Like the streets always been to the struggle

[Chorus:]
I am the truth, truth
On a whole nother level
From the stone to the bezel
To the chrome on the metal
I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
I am the truth, truth
Every coast gotta know
I'm the most with the flow
No joke I'm a pro
I'm like the pope on the low

[Verse 2:]
Soul music so intense so live
It's, no excuses y'all been so deprived
This is so exclusive and I'm so obliged
Certified superhero with no disguise
Force the vibe for the niggaz got tossed aside
and the misfortuned that lost they lives
I survive, I weave from side to side
No when to slide, stay hush, use my eyes to guide
I'm straight up
Too tough try hide my pride
Grew up amongst sky high homocide
Who am I besides homie that exposed to phoneys
The one and only still intact without the matrimony
Still on track I cock back and, black like Toby
Y'all bastards know me, no wolfpack attack for doly

[Chorus:]
I am the truth, truth
On a whole nother level
From the stone to the bezel
To the chrome on the metal
I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
I am the truth, truth
Every coast gotta know
I'm the most with the flow
No joke I'm a pro
I'm like the pope on the low

[Hook:]
Certified murder ties
Been in beef, burglarise
Been a beast, purchased pies
Hell heat, perfect size
Felt defeat, felt the rise
Seldom sleep, dealt with lies
Been Tel-Aviv through certain rides
Smelt police, I works with high

[Verse 3:]
Hood legend, household name
Presence is felt, real niggaz vouch for my pain
Ahead of myself, what else is there about this game
The letters is spelt, so know when he drouch the same
Measure my wealth with realness, I know what's good
No mills missed, keep one foot in the hood
I still spit like a lot of niggaz wish they would
Can sell shit till I'm stiffed and shipped in wood
Misunderstood, mama's only son she's stressed to get it done
She knows I'm the last one left

[Chorus:]
I am the truth, truth
On a whole nother level
From the stone to the bezel
To the chrome on the metal
I zone for the ghetto's (Huh! Huh!)
I am the truth, truth
Every coast gotta know
I'm the most with the flow
No joke I'm a pro
I'm like the pope on the low

[No lyrics]

Lord knows I try
get high, get high, get high

[Verse 1:]
I got haze blue and strawberry dro and diesel
I got kush and cannabis and all shades are lethal
Enough to puff with all my people
Chunks in the truck like the stuff was legal
Nothin but dutches I'm amoungst the evils
Bongs to breathe through my first time was preeschool

[Hook:]
Get high, Get fly, Get lye

[Verse 2:]
I got tons of guns but I love that mac
Automatics love to tug those back
Snubnoses for my hoes that pack
Big toys like them boys in Iraq
Click clacks'll put your brains in your lap
Open on thats the first time I blacked

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I got Gucci, Pradas, Louis and all
I got it for the spring, the summer, the winter, fall
I got Bagarvy shades, Chrichendiors
Tims and hoodies just for war
Suits and hardbottoms respect no law
Open in the mall the first time I Balled

[Hook]

[Verse 4:]
I got chicks thats all thick and in shape, and love it
Flicks and videos, shit, I does it
Some that cry, cum, and some thats rugged
One thats sprung when she done she hum it
One home body and one I run with
Ménage, massage, and word to God

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Lord knows I did

[Hook]

[Verse 5:]
I got cribs in the suburbs, the hood, and the city
A low crib with the wiz thats pretty
A crew crib where niggas bring biddies
A crib out mid, thats hid like Diddy's
A tropic spot out in the Caymans
A Cali spot the first time I copped

[Hook]

[Verse 6:]
I got love for thugs and hustlers period
Hate for snakes I take that serious
Respect for ballers and those that stack
Appreciation for broads with back
Death for losers that snitch and tell
My homie homes first day on bail

[Hook]

[Verse 7:]
I got 5 albums out 4 to go
A paper fetish I love the dough
Love for V's that speed and blow
Knowledge of self if you need to know
Patrone,Crissy, even Cleeko
Bitch so big I had to a pimp

Haha
I tried, I tried

[Hook]

I aint goin nowhere, Ima be here til 2030 ya'll can bet that..

classic material my mojos back
im loco no sunoco the flow show dat
the hood kno do fo do lo ima solo cat
fly photos no polo i throw those back
??? my scuffed soldier boots that holds no gat
gotta crew of lil homies for that.. where the love at?
still standin i aint strung on crack
still handle it like Pun on tracks
so check me out ya'll
street of philly was born willy arms is chilly
neck froze, fresh clothes, the specs is silly
?? for really, war like the lord Achilles
Im too illy, worth more than half a billi
So please feel my im direct effect
and since a kid at fresh ? I've been fresh til death

You know what it is.. ayo Fresh come on man , it's how we do it.. let's resurrect the hood ya heard?

The coke game is a regular, the stacks uneven
Pimp game's still cellular, but rap I'm eatin'
Used to pitch packs in streets
Took it to the next level hard face watch made by Patti Philipe
Jars of dro the chalk just added to beef
Bars stay hot with raps thats grabbin the beats
Double nickle deep down in the bucket seats
Yatch match the Rolli, where my fuckin freaks?
Flow fast and gawdy with chinchilla minx
Hoes trash they ? and cant barely ?
Ma we can take it to another life level
Somethin like whole diamond round ya ice bezel
I heard a few niggas hatin on your nice fellow
But did they know your range cherry and ya ice yellow
I holla at you neccessary when it's nice hello
It's Fresh, 50 bricks nigga on my grind level

Ayo A talk to these niggas.. you know we poor but cop chilly wrists niggas.. stackin chips niggas.. and official hood figures

Been locked in since them wally moccassins and them drop top bm's
ya'll shoulda cock blocked me then
Now a dime later haters try n box me in
But like Iverson i skip hop to the rim back spin whip wop fake cock it again
It's understood I'm the hood Hitchcock with a grin

Came in the spot wit 6 bad brawds, lift Jag doors
Never too gawdy but my wrist wrapped raw
Flip packs of raw, slick black valor
Reacquainted with rap now we rip half of these tours
Pull up at the summer league games Ashton Mar's
Hopped out the whip prada shit straps and all
The crack game is back so its fresh to ball
330 hard top cherry red bar watch
[?]
I handle pop niggas CL split top
so listen up to whos runnin the game
You know its Fresh 50 bricks plus the shit on my chain
Polo mitts so sick they just stick in you're brain
[?]
And you could see Fresh livin good enjoyin my health
Now we runnin in the bars and we buyin the shelfs
M5 burn rubber we denyin the belts
Big bottles of that Don and we dyin for help
Niggas, shit back up when the Ashton dash up
The shit ash color mack in the black truck

[No lyrics]

(feat. Big Pooh, Phonte)

[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Cold as the cold in the wintertime
Slow rhyme when I rhyme, no beginner I'm
City walk when they sin tryna make a dime
They don't ask for too much, just a lil' shine
Lil' time on the grind tryin get that gwap
Wah'n't worth eight years for your first time pop
Now you back rehabilitated, punchin the clock
Old neighborhood witnessin your man and 'nem drop
Got the drop on that nigga said he runnin the block
Graduated from the greens to servin up rock
So you plot and you think and you sin on the plan
on some scheme-ass shit but, that's your man
I'm sayin, you tryna push reasons to the front
and put a block on that other shit you want
But the streets keep callin ya name
An 9-to-5 slave to the rhythm ain't bringin you fame
So it's back to the game, round up a lil' gang
Set it up to stick ya manye but he stick you first
Goodbye!

[Chorus:]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)

[Rapper Big Pooh:]
3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man

[Phonte:]
Remember (-member), befo niggaz was on the bandwagon...
I fell asleep til the sound of hand cannons
Leavin holes in souls the size of Grand Canyons
Late nights [?] streets with my man Brandon
Fast forward, twelve years now we grandstandin
Because I'm main-taining, wit'out man-tanin
and it made me an ani-mal
But I need another quota book for the catalog
I could dumb down and rap for bitches and alcohol
But I'm too loud, and too proud to tap-dance for these crackers, dawg
So, won't be no Gregory Hine-it
When Tay get hostle, he in the gospel like he in the Winans
and right now, he in there finding
a new platform for the rhymes that I arranged
A new ideas for the lines that I exchanged
cause I can't be, a laughingstock homie, that'll be a crying shame
All I need is six bars and an intro
Cause I relate to these beats like it was kinfolks
And the flow's so fresh like Mentos
and this is all real talk, that's for your info
Cause that's where I been, yo, ho!

[Chorus:]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)

[Phonte:]
Uh, 3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man

[AZ:]
Grindin, time limb
muh'fucker back up, stepped-up muh'fucker
So quiet, I coulda crept on a sucker (ahhh!)
From behind and blew the breath out the busta (poooow!)
But instead, held my head like a hustl-er
Pumped-up and get the sound of the muffler
Heard him clown bout his pounds bein fluffier
Tellin niggaz outta town they be luckier
and get sad when the hood had enough of ya
Broke niggaz buck at cha, poke you in ya jugga-ler
But when you high, you feel niggaz can't fuck wit ya
I'm surprised some niggaz still had customers
[?] my eyes and inhaled my smoke
Tryna decide, should I let him slide - but nope!
He broke ties when he spoke his lies
Tell his pi's that he hope I die, so my reply is
to "Keep it real, I hope you could fly"
Cause I'ma send him to them open skies
(Gah! Gah! Rrraaah! Rrraaah!)

[Chorus:]
I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen ï¿Ѕem all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)

[AZ:]
3 A.M. in the backseat leanin'
Thinkin 'bout all the things I've seen, man

I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall)
Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (seen 'em all)
Seen stars wit dey name on the wall
til the money get tight and the limelight's gone (light's gone)

[Hook: Rap Samples]

[Notorious B.I.G.: x4]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
It's rules to this shit

[Intro: AZ]
Yea, enough respect
The Bad Boy, Death Row, No Limit
Rap-a-lot, Roc-a-fella, Cash-Money, Ruff Ryders
So-So-Def, The Inc.
And all the incarcerated Scarfaces from ghetto to ghetto
Now introducin' to you a new Empire
Quiet Money Records and Hush Management
Formely presents - yours truly

[Verse 1: AZ]
I'm praised for wicked word-play
Emerge from my Earth days
Was boxed in the Bird Cage
Now flock wit the Mermaids
A shorty wop, 'til I copped then I turned age
Saw it unfold, certain laws are untold
Unsolved Mysteries, coffins is closed
A Carnivore trickery, cautions your road
Any slip-ups will be huntin' your shows
So neva get it twisted nigga, keep an Iron Biscuit witcha
Beast promoted, the street's is coded
For the Naked eye times is too deep to notice
Yea I specialize in rhymes, but I peep the bogus
On every known level, I'ma stone cold Rebel
Clothes is crisp, I rolls Gold the Wrist
I was schooled how to tuck, hide and hold the fifth
How to crush, cut, divide and supply the sniff
So if the truth ain't need, then the truth can't be

[Hook: Rap Samples]

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal

[NaS:]
Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal

[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal

[NaS:]
Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap

[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
The street's is ki's

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal

[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back

[Verse 2: AZ]
From base potter to that hard rock white
We all hustlers, live that hard knock life
Some get knocked, and their Hearts not right
Cuffed up in the air, met this charge that night
We all know that the Narc's ain't nice
But.. that's the price when your bars ain't tight
The Beast within release within, you get caught-up lose trust
You don't speak to friends, you lose lust
Rarely fuck, you just seekin' Sin
You know ducks stay glizzly and love to get busy
The stakes is high, the bench is long
A few wakes niggaz cry, you live, you gon'
If you escape, rules apply, kids is born
And the game won't change, it's the same ol' game

[Hook: Rap Samples]

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal

[NaS:]
Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal

[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal

[NaS:]
Peeps that's into Drug money, Market into rap

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
It's rules to this shit

[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
And I can't turn back

[Verse 3: AZ]
And my mind been back was since puffin' on the back-woods
Clutchin' on them clappers, and duckin' from them crackers
Neva been in Nappa, neva fuck wit no Rappers
I'm so gon' wit it, but I'm so long winded
Seen the worst, when I seen my first
Body get caught, I was prolly this short
The victim right beside me, stressed on the sidewalk
But you neva seen a man cry, 'til you seen a man die
The killer shots, the realer the co-op
If you could realer, then it's similar plots
Then if not, you won't familiar, you a squilar
You no dilla you hot, fuck around get the whole block locked
But neva me, I've been Boss playin', cookin' up sautéin'
'Til I saw another dough, I had to force a nigga weighin'
Now in all Black wit the Gloves and Hat
I'm so deep in it, that I can't turn back

[Hook: Rap Samples]

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal

[Prodigy of Mobb Deep:]
I'm fallin' and I can't -

[Notorious B.I.G.:]
I've been in this game for years, the name is The Animal - Animal

[No lyrics]

[Intro: AZ]
Yes, yes, ladies and gentlemen
I'll like to thank you for your support, love
Not only to me, but to the whole hip-hop industry itself
We as a whole, we've been weathering in the Storm
From the start, 30-plus years ago to now
But uh, like all weapons of hate, we perceiver
So allow me to speak not only for me
But on behalf of the hip-hop coalition
Every hood, every ghetto across the United States of America

[Verse 1: AZ]
Yea, as a youngin' I was sittin'- spittin' sponge-in'
Just learnin' the life, and Christ second comin'
Well mannered and nice, got advice from women
But when the money get tight, the stomach start grumblin'
It was some of then, wasn't all Hammers then
Went in the Benz, it was kingpin and bubblin'
We started huddlin', puttin' in, and jugglin'
A shear later we straight, no more strugglin'
But that was only the start
The love between homey started fallin' apart
I guess anything's addictive when it's callin' your heart
Death and incarceration had us all in the dark
We was done, some'll say "we had a beautiful run"
And the beauty is skin deep was beneath the slums
I was numb, that was like speakin' in tongues
So relax, I adapt within a week I was sprung
Spoke facts on the track, it's like squeezin' a gun
No more crack, all the boys on my back hearin' "RUN"
Yea, I changed & came, all them years, on the stairs G Rap & Kane
I felt pain, them beamers still lurkin' my brain
But the ways is the most high is to preserve to explain
It was the fame, that focused me, perfected my game
And like that, there's so many others that this rap will remain
And in exchange, we give fans the force of the reign
To feed, nurture, and breed, and be the voice of the slain
It's a shame, but that real shit come wit the life
And in order to obtain you gotta sacrifice
It's like cuttin' your bitch shorter, don't pass on fights
I'ma tourer, so you know all my facts is right
Plus my Aurora is like used spoilers on the porch at night
So be polite, just go for them critics that write
This is Rap, we from the hood, just tryin' to get a slice
Some'll bite, but the most just coast wit ice
And rock a little chain, get a little brain

[Immediately changes to AZ talking]

Ha ha-ha ha, yea, hey, it is what it is
You know Rap has no rules
See my enlightener he-he once told me once said
"If there is no devilish-men, then there won't be Godliness"
"One can't exist without the other"
Knaw'mean?, it's like a Doctor is only needed to heal
And he caters to the sick, so the sick must exist, ya heard?
A Minister - he only gives sermon to - uh you know -
Those seeking for forgiveness - so them sinners must exist
You know? it's simple simplistic, ha ha-ha ha
It's AZ the GOD - Constantine - Quiet Money for life
This is What I Do, I'm here

I'm readyy
You know the chronicles the shit that if momma knew
the stress the drama dude the techs phenominal
rapid fire, pecs thru the adominal
you bastard liars, it's me whos the honorable
bathed and clothed up, shaved and close cut
restraint from temptation was drained from both nuts
hah.. now the physical form verbalized thru the scriptures i was Biblically born
It's Ia Jerimiah, concieved thru the blunt fire
On kawasakis could wheelie up on one tire
Well respected, gel connected, got the method for the woody females perfected
for sure, very few flaws, heavy chevy 2 doors
candy painted to give a nigga the blue balls
course, this the life i chose
the bid, the 360, the cyphers closed c'mon

The format is real sickening, contagious
Here I come, AZ
Still, i dont have to run no games i've done those thangs

Young and gifted my tongues prolific
in the beached bungalow is how i brung in christmas
from the streets ima flow from the hungriest districts
switch kicks, crisp when i come to them picnics
play it slow, paper chase, stack, and lay low
range rov, tinted all black the same old
psychic mind, writes his ryhmes
still turn the new leaf on my life of crime
no concerns with new beef whos as nice as i'm
its confirmed from feet i'm still a sniper blind
built my fame, spilt my pain
politicing daily still tryn to milk the game
its obvious that i'm real rap skills remain
i took some change and i'm still the same..

The format is real sickening, contagious
Here I come, AZ
Still, i dont have to run no games i've done those thangs

Learned the system
[?] from izm
jotted my jewels down like journalism
how ima ? now it emerged thru wisdom
a pilgrim, prophisize puttin words to rhythm
relatin', an Adam Clayton in manifestation
patient, meditatin' with them animals waitin
pacin', like an M-8 that sealed it's fate
let some years escape but i'm still in shape
Im Chillin..
deeply rooted, a beast with music
from ? to the east im too at peace to lose it
but love it, i still does it
breathin off a Trump budget
fresh outa Bloomies with the Louie luggage

The format is real sickening, contagious
Here I come, AZ
Still, i dont have to run no games i've done those thangs

(feat. Fresh, Ralo)

[Intro: AZ]
Yea, it's overdue right here
Ya'll know what it is..

[Verse 1: AZ]
The dead is gone, the world welcomes new borns
A thousand-bookies is sworn in uniform
No application for - snitches, niggaz, but you can join
Just get your coins, and start droppin' dime
Superiority, I can stop time
And I am the minority, so who can knock mines?
Purposely placed here on purpose to shine
Home, purchased on furnace, my concerns is to grind
Get some M's, then gettin' to win
And transfer all U.S. currency for yen
A few friends, few next to kin
Yes it's true, I flew through in that Flurizan Benz
Show room shoppin', coppin' rims, I'm top-ten
Niggaz gon' respect my pen
Survived in two droughts, two seperate games
So I shout, "Who'll slouch, get outta my lane"
My homey's homey did ten in chain
So we set-up in Tony's rome, and I picked out his brain
I explained it's bigger game then just street nigga fame
Them same thoughts I fought like Sugar Shane
Reachin' the next chapter after of life after I mastered
Fuck it Fresh, address these little bastards

[Verse 2: Fresh]
Uh, yea, yea
I'm reachin' for the Range doors on the truck
The European stitched strong in the guts
My nigga M3's doors liftin' up
Uh, Fresh sick wit dough, got Danbury pictures goin' off the dust
And the Cranberry Six growin' off the guts
Light pink heavy wit strong of the cuts
Actin' like steady bitch, knowin' you a slut
And after we get finished ma knowin' you won't cut
And you know I'm in the truck, and deep dishin' it
Fire's are Six, the kid keep kickin' shit
Pies of the brick, the kid keep flippin' shit
I insist the stag' and seen different shit
Bubble face your par' wit see fish in it
Bubble great, ponair's wit clean kinesh shit
In Duffle bag by Guc'
The white double-stitch, on the hall, that's Emilio Puc'
Flow Rivers in the booth and I'm speakin' the truth
So listen up, young niggaz cuz I'm speakin' for fuse
Uh, yea

[Outro: Ralo]
The bigger it is nigga, the harder it falls
Niggaz scared of LL, nigga give us the ball...

Listen to this man
I want ya'll to listen real close and real careful man
There ain't seldom is niggaz born wit all the five senses
The five senses are now, listen to this and listen to this shit close
Cuz this is when a nigga is a last level nigga
First of all, you had to been born wit automatic understanding of the game
You had to have been wit automatic understanding of the game from birth
Then you gotta be unadulterated R-rated
You gotta know how to spit that dialogue in some form of fashion
Whether it's just talking or it's rapping
Then you gotta be law of the nourishing
Once you getting motion, then you get focused
You get hot, that you cannot be motherfucking stopped
Then on top of that you gotta have lyrical sense on a massive level
Some niggaz got it on minus, some niggaz got it on maiden
Some niggaz got it on the massive, Massive is the last level
Then on top of that it gotta be written in your script
The script... the script... the script...

Yo real niggaz you can't break
And real nigga you can't make 'em man
We've been big niggaz all of our life man
Answered to nobody man, and wake and go wherever they take us man

[AZ:]
AZ, revelations is here
In the end, nobody wins
In this game of life

[Verse 1:]
From a street level, you eat with the devil here
Dance with the wolves, keep that heat on your metal here
Nobody cares, cuz everybody rebels here
It's so real, you ain't even gotta double dare
You can hear, all them cries from the ghetto here
Lies is what they sell you here
Why would you settle here?
Ha, I'm trying to hide from them haters here
Get high, stay fly in the latest gear
But some how, homocide is like the Matrix here
Why we gotta take it there, just for us to make it fair
Yeah, and I'm losing all my patience here
I try to wonder why them tauruses vacation here
It's them dollars that, all of us is chasing here
German Jamaican beer, few of us is taking here
Yeah, ain't no winners we just dissapear
It ain't just sinners niggaz snitching here, listen here

[Chorus: x2]
Aint no winners in this game of life
Some'll claim that they came here twice "My God"
My advise, never change you stripes
Cuz ain't no winners in this game of life

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, it's only here where you lose all your morals here
You get used, all the girls giving orals here
Most dudes, for some reason feel immortal here
The cause is where they call you here
The government extort you here
Yeah, your own loved ones'll cross you here
And of course, being a boss it'll cost you here
I swear, crack fiends is trying to short you here
I need some kind of coffee here
I'm mad momma brought me there
Yeah, this Hennessey got me sausy here
Don't wanna kill but still they trying to force me there
Can't chill, my chicks trying to talk me there
But that ain't how they taught me here
I can never walk in fair
NO, cell phones is walky-talkies here
Yeah, it's like my nightmares stalk me here
I'm a beast till them motherfuckers chalk me here
Leave me in a flossy pair
You know it's not my choice we here

[Chorus: x2]
Aint no winners in this game of life
Some'll claim that they came here twice "My God"
My advise, never change you stripes
Cuz ain't no winners in this game of life

[Verse 3:]
Yeah, I feel lost in this motherfucking jungle here
If you ain't live I advise you not to come through here
No lie, most these guys ain't to humble here
The livest crews tumble here
We drive through them tunnels here
Yeah, trying to survive through the summer here
It's shaky grounds everybody got a number here
We make sounds but we communicate under here
Niggaz facing hundred years
Some mothers is unwanted here
Yeah, even taskforce don't want it here
Shit, was all the crash course coming here
It's so dark, it's even shady when the sun in here
All of us is done in here
Ain't nowhere to run in here

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Aint no winners in this game of life
Some'll claim that they came here twice "My God"
My advise, never change you stripes
Cuz ain't no winners in this game of life

[Intro: AZ]
Yes sir! Another year, ha, ha, ha!
Toast ya glass please, this is champagne
You know what it is..
I love when the music sound so vibrant
So refreshin', alright let's get down to business

[Verse 1: AZ]
It's a - thin line between love & hate
And due time, a stable mind separates what's fake
It's Two kind of paper takers, make no mistake
You got those that touch a little
Then there's those that rape
I've been embraced, got a face that the game can't shake
I'm known well like a Coke scale, my name hold weight
Impeccable taste, medallions in symmetrical shape
Since '88 been wildin' wit a Electrical tape
Was a Ape to that street rap presented itself
Who could beat that, so like Lennox I surrendered my belts
I was felt wit five funnies, my cars was dealt
Wit my money and subconscious, I was God himself
The weed helped, but overall I was so Hip-Hop
Certified as a cool guy to be so hott!
Verbalized like 2Pac, wit a East-Coast bop
Then the shit just changed, had to switch up lanes
Past predicted the future, though the present exist
Poetic wiser, I'm Commonsutter, it's a heavenly bliss
Schooled as a little dude, only dealt as diss
But you know 'em people is sick and they medicine mix
So 50 it's only a run, enjoy this here
Matter of fact you ain't done, enjoy this year
And uh it's only fair I make this clear
You could neva fuck wit me, so don't neva fuck wit me
If money makes the man then on Iraq land
Saddam statue will still stand on top of the sand
You a fan so overall respect my hand
Cuz I can see what's goin' on, I respect your scam
And we can toast to the life that showed us both
That trials and tribulation only bring forth growth
And when we bhost, you could bet who be felt the most
So live your life 'til the reaper approach..

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[RZA:] The Ruler's back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler's back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler has returned
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler's Back
[RZA:] The Ruler's back
[RZA:] The Ruler's back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler's Back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler, The Ruler, The Ruler's Back
[Slick Rick:] The Ruler has returned

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