nigga from the streets I respect you man, close it out like this, 2-double-oh-5 Fuck the world, you heard, say what's up A.W.O.L. take it [AZ] I am one
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Aight I'm waitin on you.. [AZ] AZ's chillin, Brooklyn's chillin What mo' can I say? Why catch feelings Used to hide the crack in the hotel ceilings
from beer no more nightmares here not a tear I was strighter than the white man's hair Met Nasir, had that hype that jeer Like a kite, threw me a mic
mans in a coffin Who planned it? I guess they panicked, cause they left him in Boston He died.... for a pie, identified by his porcelains It's caution, Unc just got a
Az: Sex, car clothes money and murda some souljahs to serva Hood hoppin hopin to murdas of rakim my own pops got me open on burnas no watchin had a
! Who now piggy gone a yuh a mystery Di last dem see yuh waan a receive a history Brush mi wid knife and promise yuh a go fist we Badman nah trace and
(feat. CL Smooth) [talking: AZ] Yea, poet, politician, playa when necessary This is AZ I'm your host for the evening It's Magic Hour How we gonna do
[F] - Yo A what's goin on? [AZ] - Yo yo, what up baby boy? [F] - Ohhhhh [AZ] - Hahaha [F] - What's the deal my nigga? [AZ] - Look at you, uh huh, lookin
get Ghost and scram Gingerbread niggaz on the run from feds Shit is sick, pretty chicks'll put a gun to ya head Never a vic', either think quick or end
[AZ Talking] I'm about to get on some Norman Bates shit, and go psycho Shit, get the right speakers Let me start a little early, that's what I do [rapping
a number [Chorus: x2] This is not a life that we in, this is hell This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a
a half a pound of hash, I keep a half a pound of cash, I thought I told you cats, I'm not a rapper, rock a G on my chest that stands for god, fuck Dan
)You know you large when you win cars, the dons a drought, but heres the switch up, when beef and the money mix up. Skirts lift up, a few fights, a few
veneno antimonotonia E se eu achar a sua fonte escondida Te alcance em cheio o mel e a ferida E o corpo inteiro feito um furacao Boca, nuca, mao, e a
So much can be said through silence As hard as it seems All that we need is to close to be seen Our lives You build your walls for me to climb A billion
moon; Let me see you that way. And the way you appear to me now you'd think the moon would hide for shame. And though there is fire inside there's a peace
