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Artist:A f AZ
Taken from the album The Latch-Key Child by A  f AZ
Album:The Latch-Key Child
Date Added:24/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Lyrics:Yeah yeah
Word up (Yeah son)
Yeah yo how this goin down nine-six
How we
livin son (exoticness)
Nine-six exoticness (representinÂ’)
Know what I mean?
A+ (yo how we livin?)
This is New York City
Ninety-seven Sosa /> A to Z up in the spot representin
Takin it back from here its sposed to be

Takin ya back son take it back
Check it


digit trickin coke and henny mixin many listen
Fuckin give me mine dont wanna see no penny
Its old tradition how we click and fall in position
The rap coalition, we
gettin rich an


Poetically Im deadly like a crucifiction

Buddha addiction
Dismissin competition when they roll wit friction
whole crew be schemin flippy
Like ixing for that chicken
Smith brothas and A on ya
Who want the steel cap feel the real rap
Patiently my whole crew
waited and we rock premeditated
Chucked underground like the rap genie
And watch
the shore by the rising tide now the whole world can see me
When they get foul thats when
my style gets wild
I hang a man in front of a crowd without a trial
thats all she wrote end the quote
For frontin, a brotha got a dome and his legs broke />
[Chorus: 2X]


Yeah son I want it all your
crib, cars and beepers
Wit hundred dollar sneakers my sounds blowin ya speakers

Burgundy landcruisers chrome rims on blue rugers
Lyrical hollow tip slug point trugers />

Yo yo
Yo drug connects
Diamond cut bergets
drippin wet
My hole is there from Cu-bec got her flippin checks
What, I push a
black Lex with gold on my neck
You rockin wit a vest tryin to catch a hole in ya chest /> Firm official, exotic girl but wanna be the ritual
Leavin lights shine light theyve
been psyched to slip through


I will abolish
get straight up demolished
Yo my mind is like a nine I load it up wit knowledge

[Chorus: 2X]

The realism must continue where I live is like a
We all poor but on my block is like a half a mil
Surrounded by the
most criminal type of elements
Blunts, stunts, gunshots, broken-down developments

Its all illegal, young juveniles wit the desert eagles
Street sweepers, heaters, soon-to-be
Its routine, people seem to go through a cycle
So confused, to choose
between the bible or the rifle
Watch em stifle
Yo me an son gone escalate this /> And get these papers run some capers while they catch the vapors
Yeah son, dont got no
time for no chicken trickin
Its the lyrical addiction
Cuz me an AZ be politikin

[Chorus: 4X
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