Nas - Memory Lane (Sittin` In Da Park)

Aight fuck that shit
word word
Fuck that other shit
youknowhat
i'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 nigga
I rap for listeners
blunt heads fly ladies and
prisoners
Henessey holders
and old school niggaz
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
fuck 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 weed
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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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

One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for alize
niggaz 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 hangin niggaz
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
Fuck 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
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

Nas - Memory Lane (Sittin` In Da Park)

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