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AZ and Nas- How Ya Livin
- Thread starter R=G
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I flip it and put on "The Message"
Then throw on The Flyest right after
L.E.S. laced both tracks
ronnie46
i speak facts not emotions
classic song
prophecypro
Hollywood North
Was told to slow down on the reps but props to you
fukk Noo Trybe. This should've been one of the biggest hits of 1998.
"Never one for questions, every move made is destined
Black fluorescence, let's take it back to the essence
Another version of the Goldie mack pimp servin
Convince the urban, project ghetto prince emergin
Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire strut with the crisp cut"
"Never one for questions, every move made is destined
Black fluorescence, let's take it back to the essence
Another version of the Goldie mack pimp servin
Convince the urban, project ghetto prince emergin
Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up
Diss what? Millionaire strut with the crisp cut"
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bad_company
Pro
words can't really do this song justice...its just a feeling and aura.
Incredible piece of rap history.
Incredible piece of rap history.
Alexander Wiggin
All Star
Song came up on my 90’s east coast playlist and I completely forgot how dope this isperfect summer time rap song
might just be their best collab after Life’s a bytch
mo money mo murder tho >>
"Nowhere to go from here but the top of the sphere
Nothin stoppin us here, we lockin this here
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fukk a holster
See me at the Copa, platinum choker
The Gods with me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me
Pick one out of two dimes to twist me
New nines is crispy, mind on chips
Rhyme on shyt that's strictly made for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is that your bytch in my 6?
Turnin up the volume when she hear my hits?
On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted
But don't get it confused over this rap shyt
Kinda laced, lookin at diamonds in my onyx face
Oyster Perpetual Rollie with the Day and Date"
Nothin stoppin us here, we lockin this here
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fukk a holster
See me at the Copa, platinum choker
The Gods with me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me
Pick one out of two dimes to twist me
New nines is crispy, mind on chips
Rhyme on shyt that's strictly made for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is that your bytch in my 6?
Turnin up the volume when she hear my hits?
On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted
But don't get it confused over this rap shyt
Kinda laced, lookin at diamonds in my onyx face
Oyster Perpetual Rollie with the Day and Date"