AT NIGHT


And who the hell you be gettin'
Urban wolves
Dream team baby
The sosa of the game has returned
Brooklyn
Black sopranos
Let's play

[Verse 1]
Nice and smooth, white knights, icey jewels
So cool, but the slightest shit ignite my fuels
Love it low, stay in mine, attach semi
Cuz its hard to enter rap just passin' by
XK8, it's all good, the next they hate
Was never the type of nigga that flexed his weight
See, frontin just ain't my forte, I'm all foreplay
Hoppin' out the porsche, drop products on graves
My slow grind story niggas cosign for me
Y'all slouch rappin' fake trash niggas' rhymes bore me
Adore me, respect niggas way before me
Since a shorty, in love wit big guns and orgies
Engaged to it, guzzlin' that beige fluid
Spazzin' like its the music that made me do it
Move through it if you that thorough, I'm certified
Through the grapevine, I know that niggas heard I'm
live

[Chorus]
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from...
This is projects
I don't give a hell what you spit
Who you are, where you from
And who the hell you be gettin'

[Verse 2]
Look, look, I be postered up like I'm toasted up nice

Stop niggas from gettin' killed, broken up fights
Blunted at the park jams, opened up mics
Now its on us, in the ??? I focus on right
Its hardball, now niggas can't call foul
Y'all can't get wit me, I can't fall now
Immune to the murderous plots
Been about it way before niggas heard I was hot
Heavy jewels, the type to keep the herb in the sock
A fresh pair, and I fuck wit them Germans a lot
Let's play, pop bottles like its no tomorrow
Ricky Ricardo, the young black Leonardo
Part Spanish, my robe'll make the dark vanish
Too complicated for y'all 85's, don't understand it
Respect game, there's rules as a criminal
So recognize I'm a five star general
You touchin' who

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yo, yo, at time its hard illin', it kinda scars the
feelings
But what yall want from a game that's involved in
millions
Cars, and chillin', sex wit' they broads, but villain
It could find a broke man, have him harm civilians
Its like a larson and razor blades but robbers spinnin'
Niggas runnin' from court tryna dodge they sentence
The odds is endless, moms can't calm the menace
Its like Saddam's in us, comin' fully armed for
business
Chrome pubelies, smoke great, two tone seventies
Five miles on the same line, the zone is deadly
Hope heaven got a ghetto for us
In the hood, for the hustlers that bled before us
Weep slow, soak in, feel the Schweppervesence
Specialize foot notes for the adolescents
Locked in, there's beef in the game now
I know its deep but the streets know the name now
The war is on

[Chorus]

BETCHA DON'T KNOW


It's on now, New Year, pop the pain
Sun blaze thru the grey cloud, stop the rain
Shear shirts by Chanel, baby, feel the breeze
Drop top, me and shorty, while she be at my knees
Let the wind blow, low fade, peep the glow
Know my style from the foul days, keep it low
Got new plans, worldwide, livin the life
Any chick I make wife gon' shiver tonight
Know the game, it's ups and downs learnin the ropes
26 years of age, just learnin to cope
Came a long way but still got so far to go
So by now, I guess you know, talk to me

Chorus (x2)

What if we all had minds alike? Thought the same
Only few was taught to get this, divorce the game
Visualized as a young cat, saw the dream
Get large, shit hard, and assorted CREAM
So many came that I saw and went wise on my ways
Made livin for me more intense, divided my days
Weekends, party nights, raffled the stakes
Love sophisticated women, those that rather you wait

Tipped it off from the finest juice to 90 proof
Rocked it all, from designer suits to climbin boots
All in the summertime, workin the courts
Lookin mommy wit them thick legs, hurtin them shorts
So many ladies in the world today searchin for mates
Got these non-players perpin for dates, hold up
Give me love if you've got it in ya, hot as Virginia
Hot enough for me to slide this up in ya

Chorus (x2)

Got the solar, Nat King Cole in his prime
So behold that, shoes unfold in each rhyme
Move accordin like the Chosen Ones roamin the Earth
Gettin head until I'm dead, decompose in the dirt
Play the same spot, bitch cast, lost it all
Rollin dice and G you're better, now you forced to ball
Havin fun at the main event, toastin cups
Quarter pieces tryin to get yours roastin up
Play the game if you got toys to match your words
You a vet, throw your net, nigga, catch some birds
Only a few left, still sincere, spread love
Thank God, it's a heaven above, talk to me

Chorus to fade

GIMME YOUR'S


Gimme what you can't get back
Gimme, why don't you gimme the world
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five burroughs

Verse 1: AZ

Yo, it's hard to show resistance when money-gettin
niggas
need my assistance to stock figures, beyond non-
existence
Fuck keepin my distance, cos bein poor produced
persistence
Plus plea's, a hundred G's, I had me blockin out of
jail centres
I'm recognised by the illest of individuals
Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into
jewels
But still sceptic on who I cling to
Cos every single nigga that swing thru, ain't my man
just cos we mingle
To mistake shit, even females be feedin off that fake
shit
Filled with envy and hatred but my high hopes help me
escape it
Temporarily the window world, don't read the wise
Verbally nourish me, properly with that inner city,
urban GC
I fucked with those beyond my age bracket
cos they analyse and mack to get the papers and stack
it
Leavin no trace to track it, keep on thinkin tappers is
accurate
That mack shit, livin the lifestyle, we filled with
black wit

Chorus: Nas, (AZ)

Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you
knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you can't get back, for the five burroughs


Verse 2: AZ

So in God I trust, I lust for a 850-deluxe
And in too, I touch a million-plus, ain't much to
discuss
Diamonds and double-digits, Gianni Versace down with
lizards
It's realism so I visualisin to live it
Movin cleverly wit intentions of longevity
Strong pedigree got me touchin papers, others would
never see, G
So do the crest in my claw, flourescents
symbolises the essence, you're sailin in a
sweppervescence
Drug investments, a street thug's plug, the insurance,
but informers
they had you wanted for warrants 'fore you get
enourmous
Life's a performance so players play wit endurance
cos from war sense, any villain's willing to get more
intense
They tried to break us but all it did was just make us
travel across acres for papers, bonafide money takers
Cos though we know somehow we all gotta go
As long as we're leavin thievin, we'll be leavin wit
some kind of doe,
so...

Chorus: Nas, (AZ)

Just gimme (Pimp lines and dollar signs)
Just gimme (Rollin trees, stackin G's)
Gimme what you can't get back (True dat, I thought you
knew that)
Just gimme (Money getters, the high bidders)
Why don't you gimme the world (rollin wit us)
Gimme what you can't get back (It's real, NYC)

Just gimme (QB)
Just gimme (B-K, VT)
Gimme what you can't get back (See me, AZ y'all,
representin)
Just gimme (Yeah, the street life is trife life)
Why don't you gimme the world (Representin)
Gimme what you can't get back (Life's a bitch......)

I'M KNOWN


Street events, Feds on the sweet, but you see me tense
Chill a lot, niggaz wanna know if I'm real or not, kill
or not
If I'm holdin't what kind of steel I got
False alarms, tatoos all across my arms
Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms
Check that, taking this paper you can bet that
No set backs, shittin' on niggaz wit out the Exlax
Ice showin', Polo sweats all whit glowin'
Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech's blowin'
Headline niggas, Fed time niggas, crime niggas
Street worth 9 figures
It's a war now, hard to the core for sure now
Raw style, four fours to your door now
Doe chasin', in the race niggas slow pacin'
Temptation, send a bitch to blow your face in
Plans rollin', handsome nigga's hands golden
Stand chosen, pockets on my pants swollen

Pleed the Fifth, real niggas don't need to riff
Automatic shit, for fakin' that's what you faggots get

[Verse Two]
Out of 30 men, know 20 that's worthy men
10 is friends, the other 10'd probably turn me in
Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat
Unknown traps keep jail niggas goin' back
Time tickin', young shorty mind flippin'
Blind addiction turn a killer from a fine Christian
Streets ruined from sneaky shit niggas keep doin'
Snakes, that's why I hand shake & keep movin'
World supremest, cook Coke like a chemist
But it's finished, a little jail time helped me
replenish
Thank God, almost bagged a rape charge in '86
That's what I get fuckin' a crazy bitch
Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, & bites
Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics
Borciase? my words spreads across tribes
Who live? Made for the system up in your ride

INTRO


For allowing y'all to endure (Sosa)
All that watered-down, over-proofed thug shit (Sosa)
See when you in the inside looking out
It's hard to see the person on the outside looking in
(Sosa)
Let me express myself

(Verse 1)
The first bars I've ever spitted I scarred the game
Since then all the jewels and the cars done changed
Had to circumcize the snakes, disregard their names
So when i spit now, I involve the pain
Convinced every religion that the God done came
To me, it's '88 and I'm as large as Kane
No need for spotlights, trying to dodge the fame

Already got lice so why try massage my brain
BBS's, clustered up carved in my chain
Freezing the same flesh, once i'm dead and desolve in
flames
Honor the name, Sos' love drama the same
So all y'all claim to be realer niggaz, calmer than
came
Hear this
I'm unemotional, my eyes is tearless
No regrets, my only threat is that I die careless
Catch me, fuck sales long as the streets accept me
It's respect before the money if I'm on correctly
Vet status
Crown Sos' the best at this
Holla, this hot shit be the next classic

Yea
Now let's begin

IT B'S LIKE THAT


(one more time)
Singer* ohhh
(uh huh)
Singer* ohhh
(where we at?)
Singer* ohhh

(AZ)
It's been official best wishes I send em wit you
Never sentimental you know the shit a nigga into
I'm cross-country it's big pimpin all the broads want
me
I'ma do this till the law confront me
Fuck a slow jam kissing and holding my hand
I'm a cold man stay flippin gettin that fam
Who can blame me for all those days you tried to game
me
Switch and change me did shit that made me angry
It's like payback watch the shit you say on this track
I heard the stories how you get down lay on yo back
True confessions why ask so i'm sexxin
Who i'm blessin and if a nigga use protection

(Singer)
I've been feelin bad but not bad enough
Not to walk away Oh no
Feelin so sad cause thought you were my girl
Since you betrayed me it's on...on.....

You know your wrong for trying to play me
Now he's gone cause he's back wit me

Chorus:
He wasn't yours when he was mine I can't believe
That you got down like that
And now you know just how it b's
Because it b's like that
(repeat)

(Singer)
Never thought you just hurt me worse
(how do you just) How do you just go on?
Can't believe you tried to say it was someone else
When it was you that I saw

You know your wrong for trying to play me
Now he's gone cause back wit me

Chorus

(Animal)
I could see the whole game through the platinum frames
I done hit niggas wifes I ain't sayin no names
I just drive through ya block in convertible drops
Hand you and your best friend Sharon a rock
Copped a house on a hill six car garage
Back massage I'm into menage a trois
Where I'm living at you can wear shorts in December
You remember stay in the mix like a blender
I'm goin up the middle I'ma spread y'all both
I'm an animal you know I had to hit y'all both
You and the doctor call back go ahead i'ma fall back
Sex was wack but your best friend was all that
Me and honey dip was creepin off for months
Had her blowin on the pipe while I was blowin on blunts
But you is trouble though I cop the six double O
But i'ma let you go with the Lex bubble though
Shorty think I trick alot cause she suck the dick alot
I'm fuckin wit y'all like Sir i'm in the mix alot

Singer* Background Singers*
Why'd you have to go and play yourself
Girl you know you were wrong
Now your sitting home all by yourself
The man you thought was yours is gone
(repeat)

Chorus 4x

IT'S A BOY THING


Star Trek was the stamp pass some outer space shit
Ice the bracelet, 3 karats, custom made shit
Love or hate it, had two bitches playin' day shit
Kept a cheese line security, holdin' three nines
I'm tryin' to see mines, knowin' diesel's on the
decline
Whip the work up, more than traffic, who's the first
up?
See them young cats fuck wit that Crack, but be the
first stuck
Too many on the same block, same talk
In fact they all probably cop from the same spot
I'm heavy in it, every car got the celli in it
Dash board Amor Alled up Cherry scented
Trees mixed wit it, different pagers every minute
Play the block smellin' easy miyach, I'm buried in it
It's boss playin', respect the lifestyle I'm portrayin'
Play the streets wit a freak up in my loft playin'
Nickel nines, my prime young duns'll stick you blind
Told the only way to get doe is if you grind

CHORUS: Nature (AZ)
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain (Feel that)
Locked up doin' major time, or on the block still
caught in the game
It's a boy thing (Morphine, Quine Nine...Yeah)
It's the dope game (Bonita, Thiedga, shoot it, sell it,
snort it)
Some thugs have all the luck (We got this)
Some thugs have all the fame

AZ:
So now it's platinum, diamonds, and gold, we all hold
Cars we all drove, hoes we all know
Shorts in the summertime, minks for the snow
Bitch ass niggas got back snitched on the low
It's funny how the Feds always knew where to go
It's our price, dope & vice, watch me blow
It's real shifty, brought fam to get ill wit me
To many 50/50 niggas tryin' to chill wit me, build wit
me
Plus my connects still hit me
What nigga? Nine on the cut, shit is crispy
What makes a man? Most y'all niggas fakin' y'all hand
Wrong shit up in you cake mix takin' your grams
If you a hustla do it like the hustlas do
Clientel first before you try stretchin' your stew
Big boys play for large sums

Stack up, strategize, watch the cars come
It's all a game, never get caught in the fame, or short
your change
Boy is a slang for Dope, girl is Cocaine
You no name, knock a Ki of work in a week
Through word of mouth came the clout, now I'm hurtin'
streets

CHORUS: Nature (AZ)
Some thugs have all the luck (Wha)
While some thugs feel all the pain (You know?)
Locked up doin' major time (Double digits), or on the
block still caught
in the game
It's a boy thing (3-5-7, 9 and a half)
It's the dope game (Surprise, Body Bag, Unknown)

AZ:
Control all the mad money, 98 Jag money
Brag money, the type killas wanna bag from me
Name ringin' medallion on my chain swingin'
We mastered, soldiers even in the rain slingin'
Turkeys on Thanksgivin', lovin' the chips
Seven day trips, bitches just lovin' the dip
Can we live? No more safe boxes in the cribs
Just bank accounts, different ammounts, fuck a bid
We slow grindin', lady friends co-signin'
Legit jobs, houses, & cars, but no shinin'
Life or death, learnin' new steps, right from left
Preciseness, where I end off you bite the rest

CHORUS: Nature (AZ)
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain (You know)
Locked up doin' major time (25 with a L), or on the
block still caught
in the game
It's a boy thing (Woar)
Some thugs have all the luck
While some thugs feel all the pain (It's like this)
Locked up doin' major time (It's on & on & on),
or on the block still
caught in the game
It's a boy thing

AZ:
Game don't stop... Wha... You know the kings, we know
the kings, it's
like this y'all...VIP.. Ved bag, dope thinkin', niggas
gnawin' off this
shit, huh, 98, huh, ya hear? Ghetto Fabulous baby, What
the fuck? We
out

LOVE IS LOVE


you ain't got no Henny, get the Remy
you ain't got the Remy, any cognac'll do. . .
Smooth criminal shit baby. . .

Half-A-Mil:
Kaiser Sosa intention
Glide in a Hummer wit the flyin' saucer engine
Willied out, at my crib in the winter having cookouts
Smack by witch, look out
I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us
They mad cuz we jump outta cabs, and hop on the bus
Copin' dust, Firm Clique rock the whole Metropolis
Bitches who burn dick won't put a stop to us
Niggas who. . . . . .

{fades directly into 'Love Is Love'}

'Love Is Love'

AZ:
See...this is what I mean...when we come together like
this
incredible things take place...
see we connect thoughts to collect shorts,
and only the strong survive...
I love my black people...we are the future...

{Nina Simone sample:
'Black is the color of my true love's hair,
his face so soft & wondrous cared'}

AZ {Verse One}
Chop the pie up, four ways, get lyed up
Infiltrate, never violate get tied up
It's all a chess game, choose sides, the best remains
True lies, vibes die when bums infest the game
Bogus shit shots, you woke but let your man get locked
I love this hip-hop, stock the bank let the Crist pop
Peep the next shit, push a big Benz, fuck a Lexus
The streets was hectic, so I stacked and made my exit
More doe to get, focus my thoughts for me to go legit
Ferosious shit, cop a huge castle, on the ocean cliff
Imagine that, a few years back, I was baggin' cracks
Magnum gats, playin' street corners, commitin' savage
acts
Twistin' up, nuttin' but love, for niggas sittin' up
Hold your own, try comin' home wit out gettin' touched
Two for one, laws made foul how they do the young
Whose new to come, tried to tell shorty he shoulda
threw the gun

{Nina Simone sample: 'Black is the color of my true
love's hair,
of my true love's hair.'}

Half-A-Mil {Verse Two}
Knowledge the green Wallies, all I see
Mama hold math like caller I.D.

Chose the path that chose me
I'ma tell you like G-o-d told me
Greed, lust, hate, and envy sweeped us from Shemtie
Keep us from simply, unifyin', organizin'
We all are fallin', when we think we all are risin'
We pop Crist on the horizon, topless chicks wit thick
thighs &
I'd rather be civilizin', enterprisin', improvisin'
Temperature risin', L.O. Heem gave me the guidance
Told me leave those 85ers alone, blend wit the wise men
That buy 80 G stones, twin Mercedes at homes
Fuck a juck, spend 10 Gs alone on chrome
When I die they'll take my chromosomes and clone clones
Two hundred and eight bones
Microchip kits, we most dominant
You know what time it is, that's why I exist
Jump out of limo, lims, fire the blitz, wise scientist
Applyin' this, ?lavi,' then wide this
I'm survivin' this, quiet tribalness, finalist
Year 2000, flyin' the whips
9 cent, mind bent, 1999 rhyme alignment

{Nina Simone sample: 'Blaaaaaaaaaaack is the
colorrrrrrrrrr'}

Nature {Verse Three}
We went from, arraignments to entertainment
24 seve, the same shit, playin' the strip livin'
dangerous
Bottle after bottle, soon became a ritual
The patterens we follow, others found 'em difficult
I guess it's obvious
As to what my hobby is
The root of all evil, pollute the scene niggas by the
kids
Gettin' caught up, the same game done left 'em all
stuck
I reminisce on V.S. touchin' my fourth cup
Me? My only problem is I'm more fucked
Knowin' in my heart I can't sleep, till I bust off nuts
Weed religion, for all my niggas that beat the system
And those bentin', sittin' since Conico Vision
Y'all need to listen, it's journalistic
Y'all hear the whispers 'Niggas in The Firm is
twisted.'
Spit that fly shit that earn the bitches
Whip the chrome six up the F.D.R.
It's blessed we are
See I never let 'em strees me god, forever stress free
While twistin' up logs of that Nestle
Who are you to question me? It's just my destiny
To kick back, kill time, and live successfully

{Nina Simone sample: 'When he and I will be as one.'}

AZ: {Nina Simone sample playing through out}
Firm... How y'all want it? Huh? hu... Talk to me... We
give it to ya
either way... We workin' wit ch'all... This, is for
you...Love Is
Love... 9-8.... Firm shit....

{Nina Simone sample: 'Black is the colorrrrr... of my
true love's
hair... my true love's hair... of my truuuuuuuuuue
love's hair.'}

QUIET MONEY


[AZ]
This another one street stressing
Keep pressing, he's guessing
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing
Where I been thats the key question?
Niggas yelling keep repping
I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the
essence
I speak in lesson if u seeking reference
Never leave ya weapon
See me if u need connections we insessing
Built aggression only brief accession
I mean my niggas filled wit flexions
So believe he's resting, leave the message
Fuck wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave u
naked
I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this
Thats probabtion got us extra hating
No explaintion for the murders just rap-a-lations
recreations
This rap shit got us celebriting
Like we Saving, we in hell with satan
Jails are waiting smell probabtion
Serve time got us telemaking
Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating (nothing)

Yo, at fourthteen my hot ass was chasing bitches
At fifthteen my brother told me get them digits
Told me every penny count nigga hit them trinches
Don't floss to hard don't burn no riches
Don't trust no bitch if ya doe is heavy
And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already
No ass betting if u show it you betta blast it
Math class on the corner yea I past it
Die right now take twenty from you bastards
Fuck it throw a fifth of henny in my casket
Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull
I just went to high school with the clip full
First nigga act get a clip full
Mama raised me but the streets made me
Rum got me hAZy chasing this cream
Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team
And I'm gone make the block work
Sos reing me up got the hood on clockwork
Bedstuy nigga you know its on
Gotta flow so strong you could put it in a bomb

[Chorus]
When I die I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, Memories get lost when you die

The legacy is eye for an eye but overall I will survive
nigga (2x)

Jump out the drop top
Catch you why u copping at that weed spot
Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot
I'm in the trinches thats where ya'll niggas scared to
come at
Where all the guns at
Where my shorties flip them ones at
Thats where my son's at
You speak of war but you don't want that
I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out
I air your bens out baby moms and her friend's out
I knock a lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out
I leave you lace up, you paralized from the waste up
I'll fuck your face up, when I finish tossing cakes up
I'm eating the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and
wrist up
If it's a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up
I mean I fucked up, fuck around you getting stuck up
Press ya luck up, back this motherfucking truck up
I'm bout to black out, it's up to me to close this
track out
I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your back
out
And knock the glock out, air this whole fucking block
out
I knock a cop out, fuck a high school drop out
Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out
I'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout
The M A S A, You run your mouth we smack the tast out
We blow your face out, Pay the judge to throw the case
out

Check the game and the cats that play in it
Quiet money youngest luetenit
Yea world it's been a minute, I'm in it
To my heart stop or blood touch the concrete
Beyond deep, these streets got me gripping my heat
Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends
W.D. forty to sixty having backwards dreams
The cash the cream, from the cradle to the casket green
Got the game tied up we the nasties team
We flash we steam if its on then we mash your beam
Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
Your back is spling ya brain, face and chest get
sprayed
The desert the miss the spot when it bust your way
We touch we lay in the streets its a must we play
We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way
from light to day its only right that we cock and spray
We speeding on could spot a snake from a block away
I told you A what the game need is a change of speed
Visulize the realism I'm a dangerous speed

Chorus (2x)

WE CAN'T WIN


You understand? These secret societies is manouvering
within society to
control society
That's why society is outta control
33rd and one third, I heard the illuminated ones, huh

Verse 1:

The last days we're facin, that's the case when the
emanicpation
Proclamation decays, back to the plantation
The government plottin a nuclear detonation
Destroyin vegetation, water, the Newer Order means
starvation
The I on the dollar symbolise illumination
of society, secretly overseein population
Understand it, the government plans to enslave the
planet
I'm trapped in a faze, thinkin of ways, can it
happen? 85 percent of the population nappin
Prayin in churches, catchin the Holy Ghost clappin
Across the border travellin, I found the Nile across
the water
Teachin my peoples the age of the Newer Order
Twenty five to click blood line, we toast off wine
Snap clips in 9's, wit minds more advanced than
Einstein
and Murman, knock down walls like Berlin
Take it out, we can't get in
We can't win

Chorus:

We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get outttttttttttt

Verse 2:

See I, wrote up a composition, I made a decision
for competition, some invite lifestyles that I be livin
Wit tribes I been in, wit the little brothers that's
sinnin
So I started to vision, crack fiends formin
On collision, my mind is in that position for soul
fishin
My only dream was to be a musician
Better yet a mortician, that's the life condition

Cos everybody knows they gonna die, crackers they
analyse
plus I feels the vibe, mother cries
Plenty mothers that tries, now that she knows her son's
gonna die
Take a trip, pass the lye, now ease
The mind escape from the crimes of New York times
Cos I'm one of the brothers who made it throughout the
others
The Rotten Apple's tryin to break loose from these
shackles
No doubt, I follow routes, guzzlin Hennessey, mixed wit
style
In the ghetto, we can't get out
We can't win

Chorus

Verse 3:

Nothin can stop the nation, elevation, daily operation
Since man creation, we increase the population
Proper education, got us tappin in information
Preventin from gettin locked under top-secret
investigation
Guiliani's part of Illuminati
A million minds in one body designed to decline society
They wanna lease 1.2 billion deceased
While the rest is left with the mark of the beast on
their domepiece
Prepare, the signs of the times now are near
That I'll wake scare, findin Zaire, soon be here
So tune your ears, and be saved from a slave
cos in a matter of days I'ma E-Q your brainwaves
AZ the Visualiza is wise as Elijah
Here to advise ya, and bring out the realness that's up
inside ya
Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation

Chorus:

We can't win
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get outttttttt

We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get out and we can't get in
We can't get outtttttttt