Memory Lane Lyrics by Nas

Memory Lane

[check that shit]
Aight fuck that shit, word word
Fuck that other shit, youknowhatimsayin?
We gon do a little somethin like this, yaknahmsayin?
[is they up on this? ]
Keep it on and on and on and on and..
Knowhatimsayin? big nas, grand wizard, God what it is?
[what it is like? ] hah, knowhatimsayin?
Yo go head, do that shit nigga

[nas]
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be dissin a
Unofficial that smoke woolie thai
I dropped out of kooley high, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck whos the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a differencem 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
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
Its real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with cog-nac, hold strap
With my peeps thats into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin mats for craps to cee-lo
With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothin below [peace god!]
Peace God now the shit is explained
Im takin niggaz 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

Chorus: repeat scratches 4x

"now let me take a trip down memory lane" -] bizmarkie
"comin outta queensbridge"

[nas]
One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for alize niggaz deceased or behind bars
I rap divine gods check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Heres my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petrol, dramatic automatic fo-fo I let blow
And back down po-po when Im vexed so
My pen taps the paper then my brains blank
I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin for somethin, some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hangin niggaz, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics thats real
Word to christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decifer prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of fat cat, that niggas name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream, about supreme team, a jamaica queens thing
Uptown was alpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck rap is real, watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

Chorus

"comin outta queensbridge" -] scratched

The most dangerous mc is..
"comin outta queensbridge" -] scratched

The most dangerous mc is..
"comin outta queensbridge" -] scratched

The most dangerous mc is..
"comin outta queensbridge" -] scratched

The most dangerous mc is..
Me numba won, and you know where me from