nas' memory lane

i rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies & prisoners
Hennessey holders & old-school niggaz then i be dissin' the
unofficial that roll whoolie thai i dropped out of Cooley High
gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
my man put the battery in my back a difference from Energizer
sentence begins indented with formality
my duration's infinate moneywise or physiology
poetry thats a part of me retartedly bop
i drop that ancient manifested hip hop straight off the block
i reminisce on park jams my man was shot for his sheep coat
childhood lesson made me see him drop in my weed smoke
its real grew up in trife life did times or white lines
the hype vice, murderous nighttimes invite crimes
chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap
with my peops 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 roll a match for craps to cee-lo
with sidebets, 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

(echo x2)
[biz markie]"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
[craig g.]"Comin outta Queensbridge"
(repeat x3)

[Nas]
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
your telephone blowing, black stitches or fat shoelaces
peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic four-four
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, hustling brothers who keep the same rank
pumping for something, some uprise, some will fail
judges hanging niggaz, 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 herb stand still
never talking to snakes 'cause the words of man kill
true in the game, as long as blood is blue in my vein
i pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane...

[biz markie]"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"

[craig g.]"Comin outta Queensbridge"

(repeat x3)

[craig g.]"Comin outta Queensbridge"

[nas] the most dangerous mc is

(repeat x3)

[nas] me numba one

& you know where me from

(kid put words together like letter man. links should help u out if u get stuck)

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nas - memory lane