"New York, New York"
(feat. DJ Clue & Prodigy)

[Clue]
DJ Clue.. Desert Storm.. Angie Martinez.. Prodigy..
Live from New York nigga..

[Angie]
Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo
They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at
But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at
Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York
It's evident in the way that I talk-a-talk
I travel abroad by the Concorde, with a Clue tape (Clue!)
Stop in Sicily and tell 'em they pizza fake
And I keep the faith in the Knicks, them fuckers
And I'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother
love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer
from growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch when I need to be
But I'm cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me?
I never sleep like my city when it's time to get this money
Got game, spot game, so don't act funny (hah hah)
We the block, we the ave, we the Bronx, we Manhattan
From Staten, to Long Island, we make it happen, out in

[Chorus: Prodigy + Clue {ad libs}]
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[P] The city, the buildings
[P] The big rotten apple, old timers and children
NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[P] We trendsetters
[P] We gave birth to rap music, y'all niggaz know better
We NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[P] The latest fashion, listen
[P] We get our jewels from the Diamond District
Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK
[P] The brave, the great
[P] The Eastside nigga, the Empire State

[Prodigy]
Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill
We on some real live Mobb shit, pullin up in trucks flossin
The bosses, we scare 'em straight, it's not a game
how we bully shit, you fuck around and get your food ate boy
My razor make your face ke-loid
Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn
We make heads turn when we step in
You starin at my piece swingin, it might hypnotize you
Dunn, we never had to tuck our chains
Marquis diamonds all up in your face
We the hood, we the projects, we Brooklyn, we Queens
In the streets, our music is murder, ya heard me?
It's P (yeah) loud and clear, it ain't fair
how I keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid
Me and Angie, got the hottest shit movin on the block right now
Y'all bitches bow down, to..

[Chorus]

[Prodigy]
Yo, we don't negotiate, we move on impulse
You try to insult me and my associates
So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf
We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands
C'mon, we the M-O-B-B nigga
We the Mobb, who the fuck did you think it was?
Step aside youngbloods when you see New York niggaz come through
Silent murder, that's how we do

[Angie]
Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK - where they tend to wild out
Who am I? Everything bitches pretend to be about
Angie, yeah baby, you thought it was me
Notoriously, N.Y.C. and y'all can see
I'ma be that chick you remember for life
I got, niggaz sick tryin to make me they wife
I'm in the 5 overdrive as I glide across the bridge
Rockin my sunglasses, signin pictures for the kids
I demolish from Tribeca to Hollis
+Sky's the Limit+ like Chris Wallace - you can't stop it
Comin through respect due cause I'm the people's choice
Stop actin new yo, cause you know I'm the voice of

[Chorus]

[Clue]
Big shout to Queens, Brooklawn..
Uptown, the B.X., L.I., Shaolin, Y.O.
Nigga!

Desert Storm, Roc-A-Fella, it's William nigga.. Holla!
Hev. E Components nigga, we built like that!

"Every Little Girl"
(feat. The Product G&B)

[Big Pun]
Yo yo Angie, come downstairs, the pub is open
Hurry up ma! Put your socks, put your slippers on!
C'mon ma hurry! (Alright then, I got it)

[The Product G&B]
Oooohhh Angie..
Ooo-whoaaaa, yeahhh..
Oooh yeah hooooo whoahhhh, ohhh-ye ohhhhh-yeah

[Angie Martinez]
Uh, yeah (ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Uh (ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Uh-uh-uh uh-ah uh-ah-uh-ah
I started in Brooklyn, comin up in the game
Everybody has a story mine wasn't the same
Angela, delinquent, I thought I was grown
I went through a lot things way before I was known
See my moms, she never knew I would make it all start
She was through with the bad grades, the late nights in the park
Causin my mom pain, my life was in the dirt
I played hooky all day while she was hard at work
Sorry ma, know it was hard and my pops was a jerk
She packed her shit and got us out of there before it got worse
Moved the fam to Miami in hopes of changin my ways
A big portion of my mind still remained in a daze
It wasn't 'til we came back my life matured
Success would be the only thing that I was fightin for
I was determined to get there, and keep it hot
Since that day my only goal was to reach the top

[Chorus: The Product G&B]
To every little girl, on every block
That's comin of age tryin to reach the top
I said no matter who you are, you can reach the stars
But never forget, how fragile you are, cause a girl is fragile

[Angela Martinez]
It's crazy, when I think back, sometimes I have to cry
Cause when you young, you don't see how life can pass you by
You don't even really care if you gon' starve or not
This go back to ninety-three when I got the job at Hot
I used to answer the phones for Flex, do overnight spurts
Back then, I was like, "Hey who knows? It might work"
I wasn't satisfied, but it would just begin
Cause in ninety-five, I was every day, six to ten
I put in a lot of work so I could bring in my listeners
I secured a fanbase, although some of them dissed us
I was new at my thang, but I was doin my thang
And I would never let nobody try to ruin my thang
But of course, there were people couldn't stand where I was
Cause although know I'm in, I wasn't made what I was
Through the heat, kept it movin, throw the haters a smile
What would they do if they knew her heart was fragile?

[Chorus]

[The Product G&B]
Angela.. (uh-huh) Angela.. (hahahah)
Angela.. (wooh!) Angela.. (uhh, uhh)

[Angie Martinez]
Overall, it's a rough business, it could stop even you
There's people that's gonna say things that's not even true
Like the one about me not bein down for my women
And I hated the lesbian rumors that went around for a minute
How bout the one that goes, 'Yeah, she goes with him.
He bought her the car, the ice, the clothes and rims.'
And I'm sure you all heard she caught one dead in the face
It'd been different if she said what she said to my face
As for men, who knows where my story will start
I went through a relationship that nearly tore me apart
So I'm chillin for now, it's all about me for the moment
cause there's things that I wouldn't allow
But I'ma be aight though, keep comin with tight flow
Try to stay on the low while I'm watchin your hype grow
Playin the role like nobody can cramp your style
But I know, like you know, that you're fragile

[Chorus]

[The Product G&B ad lib to the end]

"Coast 2 Coast (Suavemente)"
(feat. Wyclef Jean)

[Wyclef Jean]
Wyclef, chillin with Angie
Live at Jimmy's, worldwide baby
Azuuuu-car!

[Chorus: Wyclef]
Suavemente, be-sa-me
Angie Martinez, can I get a date on Friday?
Suavemente, just when I thought she'd say yes..
Yo, yo, that's when a kid pulled the tec and the whole crowd parted
Why you fuckin up the party before it gets started?

[Angie Martinez]
Yo, yo, yo, yo it's Angie
The way I flip it make you switch your shit to plan B
And I'll be dipped out in the club lookin fancy
And we ain't chillin too tough if you ain't family
You mad at me man please I'm chillin low-key
That's why I got my little hat on
In the V.I.P. where everybody high fash-ion
Gettin they mack on, thirsty fo' satisfaction
And it's, bound to happen like latins goin platinum
Now we, in it lookin for the big peso
And my, song inspired by Elvis Crespo
And we, gettin it started so baby let's go
Nasty boys in the party singin, "Dame Webo"
Better, make it easy cause we livin suave
Be bout the +Smooth Operators+ like Sade
"Coast 2 Coast, New York to Chicago
East L.A."

[Chorus]

[Angie Martinez]
Funny how times flies when you gettin drunk (uh-huh)
It's three A.M. and we still ain't had enough (uh-huh)
Bout the time when everybody know whassup
See them niggaz pushin up, now you know they wanna (WHAT?)
See the big pop-pas chasin mu-cha-chas
Whylin out, right right, be like ooh-la-la
But they gets na-da, make me laugh ha-ha
Like HA-HA-HA, HA-HA!
They be, silly boys in brand new clothes (uh-ha)
Actin up with nothin, puttin on shows (uh-ha)
At the bar, frontin, strikin up a pose
in cubic zircon's like nobody knows, but
it's okay papi, I won't tell (uh-huh)
If they don't know you might as well
do your thang duh-dah-dah-duh-dah
Pero suave yo!

[Chorus - 2X]

[Wyclef]
Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh)
Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh)
Suavemente

"Ladies And Gents"
(feat. Snoop Doog)

(pa-ra-ra-ra)..
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. geah
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. lets get it goin' now
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. Snoop Dogg, uhh
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. Angie
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. all my ladies and my gents
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. all my players and my pimps
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. uhh, uhh yo..
(pa-ra-ra-ra).. Snoop Dogg!... Yo, uhh

[Snoop Dogg]
Ladies and gents, players and pimps - gather up
We gon' be poppin' in the bitch until you had enough
Glad at us, mad at us, look at these competitors (c'mon, c'mon)
I set 'em up (uhh, uhh), wet 'em up; Angie's chillin' (shut up!)
Get 'em up off they seat
In the LBC - we throw partys and let the ladies in for free
We get the DPG.. on yo' radio station for the Y2G
"Up Close and Personal", West Coast professional (professional!)
Nigga what'chu reppin' for? Dogg what'chu got yo' weapon for?
Bitch nigga get the steppin', smo' (get the steppin')
You besta' back up off'a me
I break you up (break you up), wake you up (wake you up)
Shake you up (shake you up), and take you up (uhh)
On top'a the world, baby girl (girl)
Big Dogg yes y'all in this BI (holla)
I keep it PI for all the people (people), mami's wit' the fine punani's
I'm in the projects, on deck
Baby come find me, and gimmie what I gotta get
I know you feel me now I want you feel this dick
See that's gangsta' shit (gangsta' style)
It taste like E and J brandy sweet, like candy
Baby said she wanna be down wit' a nigga Brandy
Aw fuck wit' yo' man then..

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Ladies and gents, players and pimps - gather up
We gon' be poppin' in this bitch until you had enough
Glad at us, mad at us, look at these competitors
I set 'em up, wet 'em up; Angie's chillin' (shut up!)
Get 'em up off they seat
In the NYC - we throw partys and let the ladies in for free
We get the DPG.. on yo' radio station for the Y2G..

[Angie Martinez]
It's the big bamboo rollin' (rollin')
Prada purse swollen (swollen)
Ben Franklin foldin', we here to get it goin'
'Bout to bust in the party wit' my people (wit' my people)
Flyin' out West Side in my Zito (Zito!)
And I'm sittin' on chrome, status well known
From a small lot in Brooklyn, I buy this side chrome (okay!)
If you wit' me let me hear ya (aight, aight!)
And if you lift it and you feelin' (aight, aight!)
Cozmos when I toastin'
Crackin' jokes wit' my girls, clown roastin' (how high?)
Fake ballers in the spot high postin'
Get out my air, can't you see my lows are frozen? (we!)
You see niggaz be partyin', checkin' out my body and,
get out outta hand I gotta quarter Terror Squadians
Or DO-double-G'll come and get'cha
Get the picture (who is ya), they'll flip ya (f'real)

[Chorus - 2X]

East Side.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
West Side.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
North Side.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
Down South.. (aight).. they gettin'.. (aight, aight)
Snoop Dogg.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
Angie.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
Everybody.. (aight).. is gettin'.. (aight, aight)
We gettin.. (aight).. y'all gettin'.. (aight, aight)

(pa-ra-ra-ra).. [repeat 18X]

"Gutter 2 The Fancy Ish"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Busta]
Busta Rhymes and Angie Mar-ti-nez
Sippin on mar-tinis
Check it out now, check it out now, c'mon, c'mon

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, c'mon
Make you really wanna do the nasty shit, c'mon
Bounce all night and wave ya hands and shit
Everytime we come through, me and my mans and shit

[A] Let me get my girls, drink a couple grand and shit
[B] Angie, I love the way we form a plan and shit, c'mon
[B] You know we got 'em lovin how we movin 'em crazy
[A] How we put it down you love the way we doin it baby

[Busta]
Yo, lemme talk, shit, prepare for the worst
Oops spit on a verse, she call me like she got the gat in the purse
Niggaz need to rehearse (you)
Lay you on a stretcher like you caught a heart attack in the church
Reverse in the hearse, another body bring me the nurse
Make you react first
Shoot the sound of my bounce, so when you hear my gat burst
Ask(?) me, we floss fancy, me and Angie
Take shit beyond where niggaz really can't see
Flow freakin yo' music together like we nasty
When you pass the L baby, make sure you never pass me
Do whatever we stack cheddar the smart way
Blaze treets and speed down the Pulaski Parkway
In and out of them lanes, you know we whippin all day
Checkin the passenger seat, pettin my baby sharpei (woof)
Loyal like Kemosabe, haters could never really harm me
I rep for my niggaz, you rep for Puerto Rico mami!

[Angie]
Listen up, nigga get on the bus, ride with us
Most high we trust, other than that
Everybody suspect, don't bother come test
Funk Flex blastin with it, I'm masterin it
Linda Carter of the rap game
With gold bangles on my wrists, latin chicks on the map mayn
man the game plan's arran-gin
a house on the hills of the main-land, get on board
Step inside, arrest my eyes, I don't sleep
Confess sometimes I roll deep
Underestimating mine is to not know me
I, analyze, every situation
And I rise to any occasion
And I, stays in, do me mode then I'm
runnin the streets, in do me clothes with a
sweatsuit and a fresh pair of sneakers
In the Benz Coupe, smokin weed or Cohibas..

"Live At Jimmy's"
(feat. Big Pun, Cuban Link, Domingo, Sunkiss)

Corazon, (?) aiy aiy esta Angie Martinez, 'ta Cuban Link y Domingo
Una cosita aiy que te voy a poner para los pie,
a sete bailar, tu ve el berau; va se congio, tigeraso..

[Chorus]
Jimmy, "Copa Cabana," in Miami, Little Habana
Aiy.. Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana
We're gonna party hasta por la manjana
Aiy.. Santo Domingo - tomando Mama Guana
Gozando en Columbia, Venezuela y la Bahamas
Aiy.. Costa Rica pero y Ti' Juana
Ven con migo mami, porque te van a robana
Aiy..

[Angie Martinez - overlapping Chorus]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yo yo, yo
Bubble heavy in the club, double Henne' in the cup
Trouble and merengue make you move yo' butt
Got the fella's goin' nuts, girl it's too much
Got me four numbers already, the night's still young
Papi work the room, 'mance 'em like WHAT!
Mami got no shoes, hair done like WHAT!
Me, you - speed through
Yeah, yeah good to meet'cha; how you doin'?
Afraid to be the one baby take it floor
Don't say nuttin' dumb, maybe we could do more!
Cause it's our night and it's okay!
Work hard - okay now we ready to play!
And the J, the I, the M, the M, the Y, the J, the I, the M
At Jimmy's.. at Jimmy's!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Uhh.. creep to yo' block in the black Cadillac
You could go wit' a grey Mac, BRRRA!
Run, duck; son, what the fuck?
See my tattoo, got Pun on my gut
Bag yo' chick; give a nun a million bucks
Curse me out, call me a bum and a slut
Cause I bust quick like a ton in a cut
Then I broke out wit' more guns in a stro'!

[Cuban Link]
Yo, yo..
Ain't nuttin' stoppin' us from droppin'
and rockin' the whole and droppin' us
The lockin' this down, strait up and down
We too hot to miss, we got the shit to make 'em loose it,
they can't refuse it,
cause it ain't nuttin' like hip hop music!
New shit! Took a merengue beat loot it
Exclusive, it died down, this shit stupid!
Who's this? Cuban Link, no te asuste!
Don't mean to drop the bomb, I got the fuse slit

[Chorus]

[Angie Martinez - overlapping Chorus]
Whoo, whoo.. hey!
Stro' like swellin', smoke everywhere
Dance all sudden, hands in the air
Par in the back, ballers in the rear
Find me 'round there, bottles by the beer, yeah
All right cause it feels real good
And good wood from a nigga in the hood
Ladies - shake it, shake it real girl should
Let it be understood,
that I'm wit' my friends and we ready to go
Connects wit' (?) to Santo Domingo!
And I, won't west 'til I poppin' at the show
Watchin' all my people shoutin' "Go, ma, go!"
So get it up, get it up (uh-oh, uh-oh!)
Shake it down, shake it down (uh-oh, uh-oh!)
If we havin' big fun (uh-oh, uh-oh!)
If you rep' Big Pun (uh-oh, uh-oh!)
C'mon..

[Chorus]

[Big Pun]
Boriqua, morena; girl I wanna take ya back to Cuba (Cuba)
Habana (Habana), c'mon you pretty mama
Jamaica, Puerto Rico or Santo Domingo
We could take it there!
Yeah, yeah; and put yourself try a player result

[Chorus]

.. and put yourself try a player result..
.. and put yourself try a player result..
.. and put yourself try a player result..
.. and put yourself try a player result..

"Silly Niggaz"
(feat. Uneek)

[intro]
On any day, in the hood
In front of any building, you can find some chicks
And what will they talk about? Niggaz

[A] Yo, yo get the fuck outta here!
[U] Yeah, that fuckin bum motherfucker
[U] Pico and shit from around the corner, that nigga be wildin

[Angie]
Uh-huh, yeah..

[Uneek]
I know this player named Ricky, push an 850
Light-skinned, slim, with a head like Sticky
All you gotta do girlfriend is slip a mickie
And in a quickie, Ricky turns into tricky

[Angie]
Aiyyo but what about his man? Cuz named Stan
Run around town in the plush Benz van
Ice all around his Rolex band
but runnin his mouth bout his credit card scams

[Uneek]
Yeah jerk that nigga, I heard of that nigga
The crew of quick niggaz wanna murder that nigga, shit
He must be listenin to too much Jigga
Buddy Longdough, he got no figures

[Angie]
Yo, aiyyo I know you know Ralph, up on T (?)
He a Puerto Rican cat, yeah you know he eat out
Walk around town with the weed and heat out
And he loco in the coco, dank weed out

[both - repeat 2X]
All over the world, niggaz got a story to tell
Is you fly as fuck, or you broke as hell?
What set you claim nigga, is you thug or what?
What set you claim nigga, is it love or what?

[Angie]
Rude bwoy name Brian, nigga stay lyin
Got regular, but he swear it's Hawaiian
Part time dealer, part time client
Smokin up what he should be supplyin

[Uneek]
And yo that kid Black, don't know how to act
Wanna keep the Timbs on when he hit it from the back (oop!)
Pullin on my hair, almost loosened up a track
But I like that kid, he can keep comin back!

[laughter and ad libs]

[Angie]
Everybody back up, back up off the ropes
All you silly niggaz are gonna have to back up
[laughin] We're gonna need all silly niggaz to back up off the ropes!
Move back.. back.. back.. back..

"No Playaz"
(feat. Lil' Mo & Tony Sunshine)

Whoo!

[CHORUS: Angie and Lil' Mo]
Even though you got no money
Other chicks be actin funny
It don't matter boy cuz I got love for you
(a nice guy that like to fuck alot)
I'm so tired of all these playaz
And I don't mean to be a hater
But I know just what I'm lookin for
(a nice guy that like to fuck alot)

[Verse 1]
This is for my on the low niggas
Average joe niggas
You know, I'm tallkin plain ol' niggas
Big up, big up all the regular dudes
Appreciate 'em after dealin wit a playa or two
What I'm sayin to you, is all the ice is nice
But a girl get tired of payin the price
See it aint what we eat, it's how we do
I like Mr. Chal, but we can do BBQ
Fuckin wit you, you gon get to my heart
We can chill, crack jokes, smoke a L in the park
And when it come to lovin, you go hard...
Yeah, now that's really what a girl want
And uh, nobody can do me
Like you, so you the one that I'm givin it to
For rich or tore up, I'm in it wit you
For you fake smooth niggas, I'm finished wit you
Beat it

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2]
Yo, yo, uh
I shine, you shine
Gotta alotta big things playa that's nice
I don't wanna knock your hustle but I know your kind
And I don't trust ya so I'm lookin for mine
Not tryin to sell me the gathos, not poppin bottles
Not tryin to stick it to models
You know misled bitches, after your riches
Try to throw me in the mix don't even notice a difference
I don't like Coogie sweaters anyway
I like a nigga in a hoodie better anyday
I'm not a chick-en, I'm not to be tricked on
Matter fact you the rea-son
That I, don't wanna get with playaz no more
I wanna low key nigga fo' sho
You don't really gotta be my boyfriend
I'm sayin though...

[CHORUS]

[Tony Sunshine]
But I got Cristal ven aqui
Mami, let me buy your love
But I got platinum ven aqui
Mami, let me buy your love

[Playa {Angie} skit]

I'm sayin though girl can we talk for a minute though?
I got some things I wanna talk to you about
{Yeah?}
y'know, don't front girl
{What is it, what is it, that you have that I need}
I'm sayin , I got alotta stuff you see the ice
you see the way I'm flossin, aint nobody in this club
flossin like me, they don't got what I got, y'knowhatimsayin?
I got good looks, I got furs
{Right, really, what are you... what are you bringin to me that I need
in my life...}
I'm bringin to you a good lookin nigga wit alotta things man,
aint too many niggas that can offer you alotta things and good looks
at the same time though, y'knowhatimsayin, you smell that...
{Tell you what...}
I got cars...
{You got cars?}
I got houses, I got what you need, what you need?
{But the thing is, the thing is I got a job }
You gotta be out?
{No I gotta job}
Oh you gotta job?
{Right so I have things }
What your job gotta do wit a nigga like me, you won't have to work no more girl
{But I like to work, I like...}
I'm sayin I know you like to work, you can work on me, y'knawmean
{That's really special}
Huh?
{That's really special}
That's real special, I'm a special nigga, I'm sayin I got what you need...
{You are a special nigga, you are a special, special nigga}
I see you sippin all that Mo', what you need, you want some Cristal?
{No I'm good all I... you know... I got a job like I told you so If I really needed
some Cristal I could really just... go to the bar and buy myself a bottle of Cristal
what I'm askin you, is what you, are bringin to the table}
I'm bringin alotta things to the table,
I mean I offered you ice, cars, cribs, whatever you need
and I don't even know you like that but I'm...

[Tony Sunshine]
But I got platinum ven aqui
Mami, let me buy your love...

"Breathe"

[Angie Martinez]
Yo, yo, yo, uhh, uhh, yo, yo, whoo whoo whoo whoo, yo, uhh, hey!
Sometimes you gotta, catch yo' breath and,
all the time you gotta watch yo' step and,
catch me all on yo' neck, stressin' 'bout "What you doin' next?"
And I ain't got much left; tolerance wit' the hoop-la
La jodienda no se para nunca, yeah
They give it to you but I,
keep it movin' while I'm runnin' wit' the rat race
But I need a little damn space, to breathe
I gotta just do me; why I always gotta be sexy huh?
Would you mind when you spill it like me?
In a pair of Air Max sweat pants hoodie huh?
Would ya, get off my back, c'mon, let a nigga relax
Cause I'm, all woman now, hear me roar
Right now I'm 'bout to hit the door,
so I can parle', it's my day, 'bout to pick up my girls at the highway
Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah

[Chorus: Angie Martinez + La India]
Gotta be free, gotta do me
Gotta get away, get away
Gotta gimmie some time to breathe
Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah
C'mon ladies come ride wit' me
Gotta get away, get away
Gotta relax your body!
Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah
I just really need some time to ease my mind and let my spirit gooo!

[Angie Martinez - over end of Chorus]
Gonna fly.. c'mon..
How many women cook and clean, wash the clothes
work a job, come home - mop the floors, watch the soaps
Nah, no time for that, besides, Young And The Restless is kinda wack
Plus thats that time you can be in the gym,
gettin' ya legs tight, gettin' ya head right
Doin' it every night in summer time almost
You wanna ass lookin' firm when they come up close
One of single mother types wit' a couple of kids?
Nuttin' come before them, don't give a fuck who it is
You a proud ass woman, never cry for help
Been doin' it for years all by yourself
For cryin' out loud, can ya get your props?
Wanna pull your hair out cause the shit don't stop and,
ya nigga wanna stress, gettin' no rest
Takin' no breaths, it's PMS
Wanna know when do I get my day
Wanna pick up my girls at the highway
Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah

[Chorus]

[La India]
Yo necesito un poco de paz.. en mi vida!
Necesito un poco de paz.. en mi vida!
Some times a girl just wants to be free
from what you think of me baby please
get up off my back and give a girl some space
because we're livin' in a big rat place
I just really need some time to have a little piece of mind and
breathe, breeeaathe!

"Live From The Streets"
(feat. Beanie Sigel, Brett, Kool G. Rap,The LOX)

[unknown singer]
Ohhhhh.. senorita.. when the evening sun go down
I come to.. serenade you.. from another part, of town
[car tires peeling out]

[Angie Martinez]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B.
When it drops it's game over, you'll see
Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, where you at?

[The L.O.X.]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know we still in the hood dog, in front of the store
With the work across the street and the gun in the stall
Soon as somethin happen niggaz wanna run to the law
You know the code of the streets, never run to the law
That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four
or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P
You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock
On the block makin money where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet the house or the car
You can catch me hittin the spliff, sick in the pit
On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy
Catch me hittin your lady in my Mercedes
Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy
L.O.X. hold the hammers
like we waitin for screws
With Angie Mar' BLOWIN MOTHERFUCKERS OUT OF THEY SHOES, WHAT?

[Angie Martinez]
Comin live from the streets where some died tryin to eat
From Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q.B.
And when it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, Beanie Sigel, tell me how you livin?

[Beanie Sigel]
Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder - since Adidas with thick strings
T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with thick chains
Four finger rings, black belts with brass names
I was spittin flames since niggaz was pitchin change
I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the middle
Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu
Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop boys
Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for Duke boys
Always chased a penny, copped quarter waters
Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters
Tryin to make my name, global, in all four corners
Philly baller, gamin in all four quarters
Never worked, never will - all my hoes buy my clothes
I can't go broke, never will - all my bros buy my O's
I'm the best thing that linked up with New York since Sprewell
I murder, nuttin further - fill in the details

[Brett]
I'm here, it's over, fuck how y'all feel
When I drop, y'all gon' realize it's all real
Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up
So high up, seem like the sky ducked, high what?
Life was rough, but now it's nothin to hide
Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo' side
Be like, "That chain nice - I like that pal.
Matter fact {*click click*} I'd like that now."
You've got game? Call the name, just spell the name right
Brett, one of the best rappers ever to touch a mic
It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin
'til my coffin top close and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my slogan, I hope y'all believe
I'm just like you, fear nuttin human that bleeds
My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred poems
Thirty R&B joints, I'm beyond the norm, y'all just mad
I'm just glad, got my time to shine
Y'all the type to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes

[Angie Martinez]
Brett, from my ByStorm family, with Angie
Come live from the streets, from Harlem to Q.B.
And when it drops, game over, you'll see
Introducin, finally, the legendary Kool G.

[Kool G. Rap]
It's B.G.S. kid so what you facin? Caps racin
Decapitation twenty buck-fifties and lacerations
Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass waitin
to blass your nation slash like Jason and bash your face in
We ass lacin top bodies and half in the basement
Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic replacement
When gats is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin
Evacuation for your whole staff there's gas in the tank and
Gets back abrasions from cap grazin, defy gravitation
Pull my shit back squeeze bust it like masturbation
Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your soul scorched
with no remorse, the state of New York, get your shit caught
When niggaz hawk, let the fifth talk
So tell me who's the next man to flip?
I stop the beef shit, with rubber handled grips
Your candle get lit, guerilla shit feed us banana clips
The hammers hit, anything in our range we dismantle it

[Angie Martinez]
Like to say thanks to my street correspondents, for gettin on this
Comin live and direct with no nonsense
Sorry folks for hurtin y'all, the previous has been brought to you
by "Up Close and Personal"