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Kool G Rap, Nas - Fast Life Kool G Rap's official music video for 'Fast Life'. Click to listen to Kool G Rap on Spotify: http://smarturl.it/KGRapSpot?IQid=FLife

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Lyrics:

The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A.
We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Champagne wishes of caviar dreams. A penis didn't cream.
With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam
Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty cali's
Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
Up in casinos just me and my dino primo
Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos
Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half
Three major players gettin papers by the layers
And those that portray us on the block get rocked like Domateus
Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits
Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters
That'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas
Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our Giorgio Armani's
You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole army
The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
Slangin a Coke without the Cola
Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one
It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son

Livin the fast life, in fast cars
Everywhere we go, people know who we are
A team from out of Queens with the american dream
So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream
INFAMOUS MOBB - Worldwide (HQ) [Lyrics] Album: Blood Thicker Than Water, Vol. 1
Video: Jordan Tower

(Intro) G.O.D. Father Part III
Ready?
Let's do it, more then ever
C'mon
Let's do thangs
Yeah I'm wit you son
Right now, right now
I got it, I got it
Let's do it, c'mon
Is you wit me?

[G.O.D. Father Part III]
We bring it harder than most, compare no other
Cuz Blood Thicker Than Water, we close like brothers
From another mother, we smuggle these chickens like gravy
Relapse through these tracks, only radio can play me
Keep the chrome .380, some people be so shady
I be waitin' for a coward ass nigga to try to play me
Keep the ratchet off safety, sittin' on 20's
Keep spinnin' when I stop like I'm still in motion
Understand how we holdin', heavy artillery
Consider me a threat, I'm bout to make history
I form a symbol sip line Bacardi
Heavy on the wrist, Thug Muzik when we party
Dunn we break bread wit that animal instinct
I stay bent, cherry eye, chocolate scent
It's repetitive, platinum and gold plated albums
The hood is what we be about, niggaz gon' hear me out

[Ty Nitty]
Ayo we mobbed out, I put the fifth to ya brain
IM3 ain't no game, but we got niggaz that bang
One phone call, then is off wit ya head
I ain't gotta say shit twice to get it dunn
I don't care where you're from you can still get it dunn
Your name ring bells, and so do these shells
You gon' be leakin', crawlin' to ya death
Your grave is waitin' for you, your name don't rep
A lot of stress and commotion, I'm gon' through the motion
First nigga front he be gon' through convulsion
Head wide open, I'm tired of the bullshit
Don't judge me, if you don't know me
I got homies that's OG's, that'll body somethin'
From the Bridge, homeboy, none of us be frontin'
We got a world of our own, six blocks, 96 buildings
Everybody holdin' chromes

(Chorus) G.O.D. Father Part III
I want y'all to hear me know we gets busy
Is you wit me, Queens, New York City
Chi-Town, L.A., the hood gets busy
North Clique to Philly
The world gon' feel me
I want y'all to hear me know we gets busy
Across Brooklyn, Manhattan
The hood gon' feel me
VA, DC, know we gets busy
Through city-to-city the streets gon' feel me

[Twin Gambino]
Yo, yo, yo
I put my life on the line, every time I rhyme
I roll wit two nines and got a big head
Fuck this foul place, I'd rather be dead
Niggaz think shit's sweet, here, eat lead
My life is based on gettin' that bread
Gettin' that head, from a badass bitch
And I walk wit a curse, I don't need to snitch
Dunn I'm just tryna get up, front, you get hit up
Twin don't give a fuck, I run the streets
Duckin' the D's, I'm grindin', the kid gotta eat
Wit the heater in my hand, I gets no sleep
Catch me in all black in the hood on the creep
Gambino came up wit this ill technique
Just run up in the bank and get that CREAM
You need a team and we all be up
In the club poppin' bottles, dunn livin' it up

(Chorus) G.O.D. Father Part III
I want y'all to hear me know we gets busy
Is you wit me down in Mississippi?
Cleveland, Boston, the hood gon' feel me
IM3 clique, dunn know we gets busy
I want y'all to hear me know we gets busy
Texas, B-More, the Midwest feel me
Canada, overseas, the hood gets busy
MIA, UK, to NY
I want y'all to hear me know we gets busy
Is you wit me, New Jersey City?
Arizona, Ohio, Chile
Coast-to-coast, worldwide, we gets busy
I want y'all to hear me know we blow trees
Is you wit me in Kansas City?
Oklahoma, Seattle, Haiti
Amsterdam light that haze up crazy

(Twin Gambino)
That's right, IM3 dunn
All the hood across the fuckin' world
That's right, stand up

(G.O.D. Father Part III)
Everybody worldwide, M-O-B-B
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
ATL, Utah, dunn Seattle, Maine, Alaska
St. Louis, Nebraska
All my hayyyyyy!!!!! Keep movin'
American Beauty Provided to YouTube by La Cupula Music

American Beauty · Cormega

The Realness

℗ Cormega Music

Released on: 2001-07-24

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Cormega ft. Lil Wayne- Who Can I Trust? This is a track off of the Violator Album, it was released in 1999. Cormega was the first NY rapper that Lil Wayne collaborated with. The song samples No Name Bar by Isaac Hayes.
Nas, AZ, Cormega, Foxy Brown - Affirmative Action (Music Video) This is a Music Video i made for the Nas Song: Affirmative Action

Featuring: The Firm
Nasty Nas
A.Z.
Cormega
Foxy Brown

(Aftermath)
(Dr. Dre)

Real Hip Hop!!!

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Capone-N-Noreaga - Bloody Money Download/Stream - https://tommyboy.lnk.to/TheWarReport

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Tommy Boy Entertainment is a legendary Hip Hop & Electronic record label founded in New York City in 1981. The label is credited with launching the careers of notable legends Afrika Bambaataa, Coolio, Queen Latifah, House of Pain, De La Soul, and Naughty By Nature.

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Lyrics:
New York get the Bloody Money, dirty cash
Live niggas who smoke weed, car seat stash
You monkey walk, I'm hunchback, sneak quiet
Talk about me gossip, scared to death when I pop up

I'm fouler than gats that don't bust when they supposed to
Been around you, play close, but wasn't close to you
The setup was weak, you coming
I saw you cuttin' corners, snake-type shit
Tie you up, seal your lip, wrist bleeding
Cowboy rope, choke your throat
Put the bogey out in your face
Now your face laced like ash tray face
Stay with gat on my waist
Give the god some space, shoot you up above waist
If I ain't got beef right here or right there
Ice-grill stare, shoulda set it off right it off right there
CNN war report, spread across New York
Guard him Indian style - knees bent, militant
Yo the world know Noreaga from Iraq
Beef with me serious, keep it real, that's that
Get stabbed in your back, my man Alley Cat
Little cousin from Jamaica, brown-skin thug
Thug blood, yo we stuck in the game like it's a drug
My pops was a thug nigga, was on the streets too
Uncle Wise been banned since '82
Back on the streets, A hundred seven got brew
I see you, come see you, writing scrolls(writing scrolls)
To the rest of the fam, locked in holes
At age eight, money come first, snatch purse
Go to church, yo that's not me, mami I'm cursed
Iblis glamorous, diabolic, devilish, this game real, realer than you think
Just think, spots get rushed, knots get touched, police busts
Yo what happened? Police kicked door, yo he was rappin'
Your wife - what what! What what! Dressed indecent
A hundred crackers, son it's the one-ten precinct

[Chorus]

Yo time zone, cabron, madicon
Bitches callin me up, tryin to set me up
Like Amina and Gina, kid they from Medina
Emanuel, keep fish scale to sell
General - clique deep with cartel
When niggas get locked, who you think they call for bail?
Shorty legs mad smooth, son, I'm left struck
Pussy plus dick could only equal a fuck
Fatty bangin', she analyze, my chain hangin'
We waitin, conversatin', Iblis Satan
Illegal life, watch police on bikes
Life still in shame, they monkey wrenched the whole game
A stress day, police watch the twelve "K"
While I smoked shorty sipped chardonnay
I lay - lay back, cognac
And I dont even drink like that, I sell crack
Yo my ices gleam, type mean, sell to fiends
Shoot guns, parallel
Pistal (pistol), bust well
Kid whatever, desert storm like bad weather
Clique together, keep gats under the leather
You lightweight, what? I'm heavyweight hold weight
Yo it's jail niggas comin' home taking a shit
Yo illegal business, them niggas got dealt wit
Got smoked
God body cat, he sniff coke
Yo he's old time, thinkin 'bout drinkin' his wine
Regulatin' 9-9, get my crew out, survive shootout
Tactics, keep gats under the mattress
Player hater - my team a bunch of regulator
Set you up, you wont make it to the elevator
You never been to jail, I'm jail seen
Niggas seen, me in jail since thirteen
Shooting up scenes
Real niggas take cream

[Chorus x2]

#TommyBoyRecords #CaponeNNoreaga #HipHop
Cormega - Make It Clear (Produced by DJ Premier) New track, which will appear on Mega's new album "Born & Raised", produced by the almighty DJ Premier
The Firm: The Album - Phone Tap 04 The Firm: The Album - Phone Tap

LYRÌCS

Nas:
Yo this Esco, who this?

AZ:
What's the dilly?
I just touch grounds down in Philly
Brought a pound with me
Feds floatin' around silly
Tryin' ta find land
They suppose ta be in the benz
Parked in row ten, hard in that slohokwan
Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned
This post of this loan
The ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules
Both been schooled by older dues
I know the Jews
No time for them thoughts, to much to lose
Just tryin to vibe to them ho's role with the ride
Where's your joint Pras
You know little Dezk gotcha eyes

Nas:
In the cut, drop Z ok the tops up
Left the mall bought little Amo the toy truck
Your boy's what, three years old know correct
Here my daughter Ase neck in neck
They futures set
Trees got me wet in the backgrounds of oak set
Fly steppin' they mail shit
What's the deal with all this shit I'm hearin up top
You got arrested, shot affair, one with a cop
That ain't ya stee, you usually low key with no t
I'm only goin on for what some weak bitch told me

AZ:
That's some ill shit
Hear that bitch go with a click

Nas:
Dun I'll hit you right back cause the static is stick

Guy Speaking in Spanish

Chorus (Dr.Dre):
We got you phone tap
What you gonna do
Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue
Then you threw
We got you phone tap
What you gonna do
Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue
We got you

AZ:
We just hit the cribo
I'm curled up on this pillow
I'm still low, hold this ill news these niggas killed more
The shit touched me
Tryin' ta chill, just lit a dutchie from a while back
Same foul cats who tried to bust me
Caught em' sleepin'
A Spanish Harlem with some Puertoricans
Up in Washington heights right off the decan
Feel awful speakin' for some vians that feels the phone tap
Along with gats left with a vest to watch my own back

Nas:

Keep your eyes open
Stay wide, shit is mind blowin'
Look for any sign showin', one time is knowin'
About the dynasty, shit is not minor leagues no more
Cats bleed in this cold war
Some we took an oath, then this life took us both
We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth
Now I'm on the car doin', headlights on
Fluid in the wind sheild wipes gone
This life's scarmed
Its formin' in the sky
You comin' home tomorrow, will you drive or will you fly
hold up my other side

Nature:
Yo son some other cats tried to rulin' our plans
Sendin' to decoy bitches with pictures of you and ya man
Askin' ya whereabouts
I gave them no leads
For all the nigga know them ho's f**k with the police

Nas:
No shit I'm clickin' over
I'm a tell Sosa quick son
Them outer state bitches tryin to get us both hit
That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho's stomach
Said it's no hundred
We FBI's most wanted
So play the low, change ya cloths, pack ya bags
Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast

Chorus

AZ:
Yo it's all good. I'm a hit you when I touch down tomorrow son. Word.

Nas:
Stay on point. Don't even use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word up.

AZ:
Out.
They Forced My Hand Provided to YouTube by La Cupula Music

They Forced My Hand · Cormega · Tragedy Khadafi

The Realness

℗ Cormega Music

Released on: 2001-07-24

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