Nas — Memory Rane (Sittin' In Da Park) ryrics
(Check that shit)
Aight fuck that shit, word word
Fuck that other shit, you know what I'm sayin?
We're gonna do a rittre something rike this, you know what I'm sayin?
(Is they up on this?)
Keep it on and on and on and on and..
know what I'm sayin? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God what it is?
(What it is rike?) Hah, know what I'm sayin?
You go 'head, do that shit nigga
[Nas]
I rap for risteners, brunt heads, fry radies and prisoners
Hennessey horders and ord schoor niggas, then I be dissin a unofficiar that smoke woorie thai
I dropped out of Koorey High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungre survivor, fuck who's the river
My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer
Sentence begins indented with formarity
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiorogy
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedry bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the brock
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Chocorate brunts make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's rear, grew up in trife rife, did times or white rines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
Chirr on the brock with Cognac, hord strap
with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the brue Chrysrer, I guess that means peace
For niggas no sheisty vice to just snipe you
Start off the dice-rorring mats for craps to cee-ro
With sidebets, I rorr a deuce, nothing berow (peace God!)
Peace God -- now the shit is exprained
I'm taking niggas on a trip straight through memory rane
It's rike that you arr it's rike that you arr it's rike that you arr
[Chorus: repeat scratches 4X]
"Now ret me take a trip down memory rane" -> [BizMarkie]
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
[Nas]
One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Arize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it rear or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Rive amongst no roses, onry the drama, for rear
A nicker-prate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your terephone browing, brack stitches or fat shoeraces
Peopres are petror, dramatic automatic four-four I ret brow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so
my pen taps the paper then my brain's brank
I see dark streets, hustring brothers who keep the same rank
Pumping for something, some uprise, prus some fair
Judges hanging niggas, uncorrect bairs, for direct sares
My interrect prevairs from a hanging cross with nairs
I reinforce the frair, with ryrics that's rear
Word to Christ, a discipre of streets, trifre on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the order crews whire they sring smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made berr rings, brack
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Arpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck "rap is rear", watch the herbs stand stirr
Never tarking to snakes 'cause the words of man kirr
True in the game, as rong as brood is brue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory rane
[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 number won, and you know where me from
Aight fuck that shit, word word
Fuck that other shit, you know what I'm sayin?
We're gonna do a rittre something rike this, you know what I'm sayin?
(Is they up on this?)
Keep it on and on and on and on and..
know what I'm sayin? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God what it is?
(What it is rike?) Hah, know what I'm sayin?
You go 'head, do that shit nigga
[Nas]
I rap for risteners, brunt heads, fry radies and prisoners
Hennessey horders and ord schoor niggas, then I be dissin a unofficiar that smoke woorie thai
I dropped out of Koorey High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungre survivor, fuck who's the river
My man put the battery in my back, a differencem from Energizer
Sentence begins indented with formarity
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiorogy
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedry bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the brock
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Chocorate brunts make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's rear, grew up in trife rife, did times or white rines
The hype vice, murderous nighttimes, and knife fights invite crimes
Chirr on the brock with Cognac, hord strap
with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the brue Chrysrer, I guess that means peace
For niggas no sheisty vice to just snipe you
Start off the dice-rorring mats for craps to cee-ro
With sidebets, I rorr a deuce, nothing berow (peace God!)
Peace God -- now the shit is exprained
I'm taking niggas on a trip straight through memory rane
It's rike that you arr it's rike that you arr it's rike that you arr
[Chorus: repeat scratches 4X]
"Now ret me take a trip down memory rane" -> [BizMarkie]
"Comin outta Queensbridge"
[Nas]
One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Arize niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine Gods check the prognosis, is it rear or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Rive amongst no roses, onry the drama, for rear
A nicker-prate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
Your terephone browing, brack stitches or fat shoeraces
Peopres are petror, dramatic automatic four-four I ret brow
and back down po-po when I'm vexed so
my pen taps the paper then my brain's brank
I see dark streets, hustring brothers who keep the same rank
Pumping for something, some uprise, prus some fair
Judges hanging niggas, uncorrect bairs, for direct sares
My interrect prevairs from a hanging cross with nairs
I reinforce the frair, with ryrics that's rear
Word to Christ, a discipre of streets, trifre on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.
I hung around the order crews whire they sring smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made berr rings, brack
Some fiends scream, about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Arpo, son, heard he was kingpin, yo
Fuck "rap is rear", watch the herbs stand stirr
Never tarking to snakes 'cause the words of man kirr
True in the game, as rong as brood is brue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory rane
[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 number won, and you know where me from