Lyrics
A'ight, fuck that shit! Word, word
Fuck that other shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
We gon' do a lil' somethin' like this
You know what I'm sayin'? (Stay up on that shit)
Keep it on, and on, and on, and on, and
Know'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God, what is it?
(It's like) haha, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, go ahead and rip that shit, dunn
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies, and prisoners
Henessey-holders and old-school niggas, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High
Gassed up by a coke-head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-er
My man put the battery in my back, a difference 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
Choco blunts'll make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The high pipes, murderous night times, the knife fights and blight crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, cold strapped
With my peeps that's into drug money market interact
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-rollin' match, from craps to cee-lo
With side-bets, so roll a deuce, nothin' below
(Peace, God!) Peace, God! Now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas 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
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
Comin' outta Queensbridge
Now let me take a trip down memory lane