K-POP Lyrics Song

NasMemory Lane

Aight fuck that shit Word word
Fuck that other shit
y'know what I'm sayin'
We gonna do a lil somethin' like this
Y'know what I'm sayin'
Y'all doing that other shit
Keep it on and on and on and on and
Know'm sayin' Big Nas
Grand Wizard what is it
It's like Haha
you know what I'm sayin'
I rap for listeners bluntheads
fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey-holders
and old-school niggas
Then I be dissing a unofficial
that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High
Gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor fuck
who's the live-er
My man put the battery in my back
A difference 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
Chocolate incense make me see
him drop in my weed smoke
It's real grew up in trife life
did times or white lines
The hype pipes
murderous nighttimes
And knife fights and blight crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac
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-rolling mats
for craps to cee-lo
With side-bets I roll a deuce
nothing below
Peace God Peace God
now the shit is explained
I'm taking niggas on a trip straight
through memory lane
It's like that y'all It's like that y'all
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
One for the money
two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize
niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine God
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
You're telephone blown black
stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petro
dramatic automatic
44 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'll prosper some fail
Judges hanging niggas
uncorrect bails for direct sales
My intellect prevails
from a hanging cross with nails
I reinforce the frail
with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ a disciple of streets
trifle on beats
I decipher 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 fuck rap is real
watch the herbs stand still
Never talking 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
Coming outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
Coming out of Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
Coming out of Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
Coming out of Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
Coming out of Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
You're number one and
y'know where you're from
Aight fuck that shit Word word
Fuck that other shit
y'know what I'm sayin'
We gonna do a lil somethin' like this
Y'know what I'm sayin'
Y'all doing that other shit
Keep it on and on and on and on and
Know'm sayin' Big Nas
Grand Wizard what is it
It's like Haha
you know what I'm sayin'
I rap for listeners bluntheads
fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey-holders
and old-school niggas
Then I be dissing a unofficial
that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High
Gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor fuck
who's the live-er
My man put the battery in my back
A difference 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
Chocolate incense make me see
him drop in my weed smoke
It's real grew up in trife life
did times or white lines
The hype pipes
murderous nighttimes
And knife fights and blight crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac
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-rolling mats
for craps to cee-lo
With side-bets I roll a deuce
nothing below
Peace God Peace God
now the shit is explained
I'm taking niggas on a trip straight
through memory lane
It's like that y'all It's like that y'all
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
One for the money
two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize
niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine God
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
You're telephone blown black
stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petro
dramatic automatic
44 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'll prosper some fail
Judges hanging niggas
uncorrect bails for direct sales
My intellect prevails
from a hanging cross with nails
I reinforce the frail
with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ a disciple of streets
trifle on beats
I decipher 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 fuck rap is real
watch the herbs stand still
Never talking 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
Coming outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down
memory lane
Coming outta Queensbridge
Coming out of Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
Coming out of Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
Coming out of Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
Coming out of Queensbridge
The most dangerous MC is
You're number one and
y'know where you're from

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