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- Composer:
- Bill Conti
 
- See also:
AZ - Redemption lyrics
[AZ]
 Mm
 It's that sh*t right here
 It's that big boy music!
 Yah mean?
 Thinkin of a masterplan me and my man
 hand to hand on the grind since a half a gram
 Understand even then you couldn't pass me hand
 was on the land all geared up and Dapper Dan
 Around the year of them classic jams
 I done seen n*ggaz get b*tch slapped and ran
 Word to yam a few got rich and swam
 while I was sunk with they G packs trying to pump
 It's over, no closure cars gave n*ggaz exposure
 I was carried by Allah on his shoulders
 Sober my first AR in the hood
 Would of stuck a muhf*cker and bring his truck if I could
 Understood I was strong headed
 But them streets and them guns gave me the wrong fetish
 Cool whatever, I'm here we can do whatever
 from the cars to clothes to the jewels whatever
 Why worry? I'll rest when I'm dead and buried
 so for now I'ma dress, get head and be merry
 (Muthaf*ckers)
 [Hook 2x]
 My minds still in the grind you wouldn't understand
 It's been a long time since we was going hand to hand
 When the block was too hot we had the look out man
 Playing the corners to warn us soon as he saw the blue van
 AZ - Redemption - http://motolyrics.com/az/redemption-lyrics.html
 [Cormega]
 Plans to conquer the street
 branded in my head like the mark of the beast
 My knowledge so ominous I plot in my sleep
 when I eat my n*ggaz eat
 We take the bitter with the sweet
 If I die few'll cry, less'll do a bid with me
 Once intrigued with money and fast cars
 stubbornly I sold crack to my mans moms
 Suddenly it troubles me so I asked God
 forgiveness for pasts wrongs and future sins
 Presently the coop I'm in
 View as heavenly as the roof of ?Sens?
 Like Vince Carter I'm too intense
 for dudes defense to stop me I abuse the rim
 Anybody can ball I do it to win
 Son it's +Doe or Die+, all that other sh*t aside
 Any sign of betrayal my nine'll improvise
 I spit the sickest rhymes
 Daydream of getting mines
 F*ck scales and just as I ?tri-beamed to digitize?
 Pure white perrico I cooked over a greasy stove
 From Brooklyn to Queens to O-T
 with keys I sold in a V
 So cold when I hit the street many people froze
 My team deaded the block till it decomposed
 And was under our complete control to each his own
 I don't sleep on n*ggaz in the street no mo
 Cause when sh*t hit the fan even Nino told
[Hook 2x]









