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NAS lyrics - Street's Disciple

Reason

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[Chorus: Woman singing] I see people hating other people Tell me what's the reason That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money What's the reason? [Verse 1: Nas] By the time of age nine I'm already decidin' If I can protect mommy from the hood by fightin' Or usin' a knife or a gun when I'm twenty-one By by then them hoods woulda pushed their way in our apartment And we die then, so I been a young nervous wreck in the projects Watchin' them older niggaz pass pot and they high man I'm just a young boy, snot nose, hair nappy Cops ride by squeezin' their trigger fingers at me So I would go to school and try to get good grades Teacher wrote mommy and kicked me outta school for havin' braids So she cussed them, said 'My son ain't no motherfuckin' hoodlum' They judged us, thinking that we dumb 'cause where we come from Got a little older and now I see Young niggaz wanted by the powers that be (powers that be) [Chorus: Woman singing] I see people hating other people Tell me what's the reason That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money What's the reason? For these wars we're fighting with each other Season after season When you're workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin' What's the reason? [Verse 2: Nas] Uh, picture a Black nanny and a baby in a basket pushin' down 5th Ave She never had it, it's not hers to begin with She gives it breakfast, baths and dinners Treats it so tender while her own kids live alone at home with no phone on Ain't had a good meal in so long, but so long as mommy's a maid Cookin' and cleanin', she wanna feed her kids and her kids are dreamin' Where's my daddy, who's my daddy, have you seen him? I could imagine them askin', what type of human be-ing Could leave his family, go back to the Carribean? Was he locked up, shot up, does he have freedom? Mom said wipe your tears, keep readin' But daddy's somewhere, spirit broken, feelin' defeated A man feels he has to conquer all The world is his oyster, his pearl so y'all know [Chorus: Woman singing] I can't find no reason why we can't all live in peace 'Cause this world keeps spinning, yet still I wonder what's the reason I see people hating other people Tell me what's the reason When you're workin' hard but there ain't nothin' comin' What's the reason? Oooh-whoa-ooh-whoa [Verse 3: Nas] I know a girl, her boyfriend was a fugitive She's intuitive, be on some stupid shit She called the cops 'cause she hated his mother Now he away doin' numbers, now she gay with her lover How many niggaz gon' die this summer? I pump life in my music, but still life is a wonder There's a officer in a squad car, he's a prostitute serial killer It's odd, huh? 'Cause he's the same cop in church with his wife He's molestin' his son and she ignores it at night Little bad ass bastard, lights a match and kills Betty Shabazz in her pad while she slept They said Prescott Bush funded Hitler while the world's in a twister Nigga, what you expect? Imagine what's next [Chorus: Woman singing] I see people hating other people Tell me what's the reason That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money What's the reason? For these wars we're fighting with each other Season after season When you're workin' hard, but there ain't nothing comin' What's the reason? [Woman harmonizes as Nas talks:] 'Uh, uh, man, man'll search the whole planet, looking for what Try to conquer all. So what? To all my niggaz with they kids that love they kids, man. All the daddies out there To all the niggaz that died tryin'a figure out what's what Tryin'a be the biggest of the big, you know. Yeah, yeah Ladies forgive us. Gotta forgive us. For we know not what we do. Breakin' hearts, leavin' the crib, buggin' out and shit. Just man... man.'

Project Blowed

Aceyalone "Accepted Eclectic"
Yo this goes out to hip hop world wide. Straight from Leimert Park, California, los Angeles. Yo, everybody in the hip hop struggle, in the life Struggle, makin' a name for themselves, makin' history, makin' a change. Yeah all the project blowedians, all the tape Slangers, all the record pushers. This goes out to everybody doin' it on they own Livin' Legends, C.V.E., Hieroglyphics, Likwit Crew, Global Phlowtaions. Project Blowed what's the code I been rockin' mics since I was 12 years old I was born in the jungle, the concrete slab Where people take any and everything that they can grab Some niggas chilled on the block, but chilled in the lab My project was to blow you up and break you off a slab People are strange, and people are bad But the gift of gabrier was something beautiful to have It started at the good life, house of the first sightin' We snatched raps out of they mouths when they were biting There was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform On Crenshaw and Exposition God was born He said please pass the mic to whomever is tight Me and the Fellowship took it and we held it for dear life The Inner City Griots, the wild, the style, the crew The ones they got their styles from, but claimed They never knew Already...Yeah The underground source, which everyone Eventually feeds from. Influence the industry in a round about way. What up to Dilated peoples, O.M.D., Pharcyde, Jurassic 5, Erule, Hobo Junction What's up Saucey, what's up Trend, Medusa Manifesto, Hip Hop Clan. Well the parties jumpin', the Blowed is packed And when a crowds like this I'm ready to rap But before I can bust a rhyme on the mic I gotta serve you in a cipher just to ear my stripes The scared battle dog, with the underground catalogue Fuck it, tryin' to make the world a better place Instead of duckin', still tryin' to make the ducktes Make the knowledge rain down in buckets Make a little somethin', and tuck it, just to give it away Build a work shop round where I stay Some people got the love, but they don't know the way Some people know the way, but they don't know what to say And I'm the sensei I greet'em from far and near Better watch the light in your eyes, a stars in here Leimert Park's very own Aceyalone The one who made the whole world come off the dome Up at the Blowed What's the code Yo I'd like to send a special shout out to Ben Caldwell Much respect, thank You for everything you've done. Richard, 5th streets, World Stage - Billy Higgins. Much respect due to the Watts Prophets. The Last Poets, and all the other poets out there Much love What's up A.K. Tony You ever seen a rapper with fire in his eyes Wired up off the bud smoke tryin' to fly Rap, rap, rappin', rhyme, rhyme, rhyme Leimert Park and 43th turn into a landmine B-boy's tryin' to flow they rhymes, and b-girls Lookin' oh so fine My man Bad Drew gots the fresh designs And Cheatum got the sound set bangin' from behind 5000 boomin' watts, KAOS network state of the art Audio-video, filmin' and editin' , capoieria and meditations Computers and telebeams, at the workshop every Thrusday night Where we give the new definition to open mic I hope y'all don't mistake glitter for gold While we doin' it, and puttin' it down at the Project Blowed What's the code Yo, special shout out to all the god love, and all the Energy out there, Positivity all the righteous men and women. Yo, what's up to my homie Djinji Brown, Diamond D, Black Star, De La Soul, Organized Konfusion, Common, Bahamadia, KRS-ONE. There's a whole lotta people out there I respect. Project Bliz-ni-iz-no...puttin' it down.

Mamacita

OUTKAST "Aquemini"
(feat. Masada, WitchDoctor) [Masada] Mahogany team queens up on the rise Be careful, watch your back, blackbirds don't wear disguise How we comin, comin hard.. camels too slow Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what) The game is hot you could never be a winner Just begun a game so considered a beginner Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, offa loud gun shot licks Fuck stones and sticks, loudmouths get nicks This life is plus I be the bill-be-board, Scarface want italiano, I'm the real McCoy, nigga what Can't be a joke I've been through too many games Niggaz laugh, but my expression wasn't hardly the same Show me respect cause it's due, you keep the fear cause I'll get over and believe I'll come back at you Mamacita, papadonna [4X] [Andre Benjamin] Yo, now You and your nigga shit shaky And at the time your heart feel down and broke like Achy Breaky Lump in your throat, feel like a trachea, oh dummy The pain that's in your chest done made it's way down to your tummy, you wide open, you start smokin wit ya girl She nigga bashin sayin you don't need em in your world Niggaz all dogs If niggaz all dogs, then what you call broads Felines in heat, meowin for some yawn balls Now you and hear done got to drankin Oh now it's really crunk, cause y'all silly drink and your girl done got to thinkin She talkin bout, 'Girl you look so beautiful' You say thank you bein nice you try to change the subject Want some beans and rice But she's back at you like a pit mixed with a chihuahua how much meaner can you get Don't let her have her way with you she's gonna have a fit You're the candy apple of her eye and bout to get bit here's what you do -- you grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall Say, 'Bitch don't ever disrespect me never not at all' These simple words can put a pause to half of the applause Them black ball laws of balance at all cost Mamacita, papadonna [4X] [WitchDoctor] Que pasa, que pasa Check this out Quiet nights like this, might twist one for the moda on the balcony, I got a sofa Nights like this is perfect, for this Spanish Fly Can you come over, somethin, I wanna show ya Told ya once we was gon' take a trip, touch you with my lips where you like it, it's time, don't fight it Piggy-back ride to the sofa, in the microwave I got your favorite Stouffer's, lasagna, that's how much I want ya, fuck flowers The ceremony starts from the shower with the water I got somebody's daughter in the Doctor headquarters, chillin Prepare for this sex drillin, she said somethin in Spanish Got me feelin mannish, me and you fin' ta vanish real quick, feel this shit, got cheese, tryin to make cheese to get you pregnant overseas Maybe make sho' that's my seed Quiet nights like this, bachelor like me is single Talkin to you Miss Bilingual Let's mingle in the crowd, watch them show, pop some Moet Tryin to get you so wet, never been to Spain Never been a lame, horny, ever since I been a tiny Fuckin with niggaz with ageless bodies Talkin to me, while I squeeze it bare Let me talk to you while I run my fingers through your hair Mamacita, papadonna [4X] [Big Boi] Friday night boi, breakin the old school out, boi we cruisin Bout fo' niggaz and fo' hoes, it ain't gon be nobody losin but they choosin Better get in where you fit in cause it's crucial I'm tryin to cut bout two of them girls cause that just what I'm used to I mean that, the first that look my way just gon' get splack packed To the front to the back there's Cognac Got my throat, burnin like burlap Everybody cheezin, knowin these hoes gon' cut like pleasers These hookers they praisin my crew like Reverend Hodo be praisin Jesus The easiest was the meanest, but the skeezer was a beanie she thought we was some motherfuckin genies So I checked her, like the king I am, no disrespect intended Told her, and her silly friends, 'Get out' before they got offended To the Laquinta we went, layin them hoes down on the freestyle tip, geyeah! Mamacita, papadonna [8X] Permecito, senorita, mamacita Mira mira, what's your name Maria Same as mi tia, de Colombia I don't, in Atlanta, Georgia And you don't think I got nuttin for ya You must be crazy I'm out here tryin to feed my baby Lil Bre, can't you see Sheeyit Do it one more time, sheeyit

Talking Bear Mountain Picnic Massacre Blues

BOB DYLAN "Bootleg Series, Vols. 1-3: Rare Unreleased, 1961-1991"
I saw it advertised one day, Bear Mountain picnic was comin' my way. 'Come along 'n' take a trip, We'll bring you up there on a ship. Bring the wife and kids Bring the whole family.' Yippee! Well, I run right down 'n' bought a ticket To this Bear Mountain Picnic. But little did I realize I was in for a picnic surprise. Had nothin' to do with mountains. I didn't even come close to a bear. Took the wife 'n' kids down to the pier, Six thousand people there, Everybody had ticket for the trip. 'Oh well.' I said, 'it's a pretty big ship. Besides, anyway, the more the merrier.' Well, we all got on 'n' what d'ya think, That big old boat started t' sink More people kept a-pilin' on, That old ship was a-slowly goin' down. Funny way t' start a picnic. Well, I soon lost track of m' kids 'n' wife, So many people there I never saw in m' life That old ship sinkin' down in the water, Six thousand people tryin' t' kill each other, Dogs a-barkin', cats a-meowin', Women screamin', fists a-flyin', babies cryin', Cops a-comin', me a-runnin'. Maybe we just better call off the picnic. I got shoved down 'n' pushed around, All I could hear there was a screamin' sound, Don't remember one thing more, Just remember walkin' up on a little shore, Head busted, stomach cracked, Feet splintered, I was bald, naked. . . Quite lucky to be alive though. Feelin' like I climbed outa m' casket, I grabbed back hold of m' picnic basket. Took the wife 'n' kids 'n' started home, Wishin' I'd never got up that morn. Now, I don't care just what you do, If you wanta have a picnic, that's up t' you. But don't tell me about it, I don't wanta hear it, 'Cause, see, I just lost all m' picnic spirit. Stay in m' kitchen, have m' own picnic. . . In the bathroom. Now, it don't seem to me quite so funny What some people are gonna do f'r money. There's a bran' new gimmick every day Just t' take somebody's money away. I think we oughta take some o' these people And put 'em on a boat, send 'em up to Bear Mountain . . . For a picnic.

Snitch

LIL' WAYNE "The Carter"
[Hook - repeat 2X] Don't let your mouth open up Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no Don't let your mouth open out Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic open out, no [Verse 1] Aint no snitches ridin wit us Ol mo the mouth niggaz could holla the front Cant no loose slips get on my yacht I leave player haters at the dock, watch And your nigga help ya burn the block As soon as you get hot nigga turn to cop Ya settin up federal appointments now Nigga all in court pointing out Daddy not knowing what he doin his child We gon mail him his finger when he get out, yea Just to show him what we's about Never let shit about G'z leave ya mouth, yea You inside can't leave ya house Two donut lovers to police ya house I sneak past those brothers leak in ya house And put the heat dead in yo mouth, so shut up [Hook - repeat 2X] [Verse 2] Wizzy nigga been bout me Stay low so you don't know shit bout me Make no mistake I'm a veteran at Me never rat mommy taught me better than that Get a gat if you ain't got one already If you do then you ain't got enough get two And you could never get me nigga get you And you ain't got to fuck me girl fuck you I'm rollin wit my goons And I would never roll on my nigga take that to my tune aint no girl came out of mom's wound Real nigga shit muthufucker I'm tuned, and I was taught If a man talk about another man while that man ain't present A man don't listen They throwin brick but they hands is missin Just watch what you sayin sissy [Hook - repeat 2X] [Verse 3] Aint no telling who spillin the earl You telling yo boy he tellin his girl O, Now she telling the world It ain't no secret I'm hotter than etha But I don't neither cop shit neither Either close yo mouth or meet the heater We the dirty south where cocaine cheaper You go up north nigga's boost they fee up This where the real hustlers meet up Look out anybody can be them people Yo own people could be them people No glasses can help you see them people They around too many evil people Detectives wanna get even equal My desert eagle ain't even legal, but sssshhhhhhhh [Hook - repeat 2X] [talking] Yea nigga watch the people around you watch the people away from you Leave them niggaz be let them stay from you These niggaz mouth's is runnin like hot water, I swear to God Real niggaz takin falls like Niagara Tryna stay up like Viagra, but it ain't gon happen These niggaz is best buddies wit the 5-0 team they know the DA by name It ain't a game it used to be one Its like these niggaz got them big ducks in they mouth that the gynecologist Use when yo bitch get a pap-smear That's pussy anyway Weezy

Back From Hell

RUN DMC "Back From Hell"
[D.M.C.] On the lower level where the devils dwell.. Comin from the one, comin back from hell ['Back..' - 'from the depths of hell' -> scratched by Jay] [Run] Peepin out the window, checkin on the criminals Out in the yard, it's hard, but you're in so you do your time and never let the time do ya He lost his mind that's what the time'll do to ya A brother in the box screamin find a ciggarette Niggaz walkin by ain't tryin to hear that So off to the Day Room, a fight in progress A brother got sliced and diced over nonsense D.O.I., Dead On the Island The life the knife the price, for wigga-wildin Never a day, I say I'm not leavin Long as I live in a crib and I'm breathin Four years done, another one in a cell Don't need nobody to come, cause I'll be back from hell ['Back..' - 'from the depths of hell' -> scratched by Jay] [D.M.C.] Fire and brimstone, sendin 'em home to the brownstone, and on the streets that he roamed Before he got locked up, he sewed the whole block up People would jock, because he cooked the rock Caught by the cop, he's knocked, and now he's faceless The spot was hot, he's Scott, that's what his name is When he was out with clout, people surround him Now that he's in the pen, niggaz downed him Wait upstate, for the day, til they free the man In '98, be straight, and then you'll see him again Ready to kill, and steal, ill and build a flyer empire, higher, still runnin the 'ville ['Back..' - 'from the depths of hell' -> scratched by Jay] [Run] Boy goin to hell, another day in the dark The brother wait in the park, blind faded and stalked Naked, out to die and not movin He needs a fix by six that means you've been strung out, your lung out, foamin with your tongue out Back to hell and well, that's where you hung out for the past and last year, your acts for cash here Crash and smash any ass to get a blast yeah The brother smother his mother, for another one Then ill and kill, with the other son For crack as well, the brother black he yell You just stop and think, he's comin back from hell ['Back..' - 'from the depths of hell' -> scratched by Jay] .. 'from the depths of hell and you can smell the smoke!'

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