1992

Alignment

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1992

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[Interlude: AZ] AZ, hahaha, new drink, Baileys and Henny You ain't got no Henny? Get the Remy You ain't got the Remy? Any cognac'll do Smooth criminal shit, baby Verse: [Half-A-Mil] Keyser Söze intention Glide in a Hummer wit' the flyin' saucer engine Willied out, at my crib in the winter havin' cookouts Smack my Wis', look out! I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us They mad 'cause we jump outta cabs and hop on the bus Coppin' dust, Firm Clique rock the whole Metropolis Bitches who burn dick won't put a stop to us Niggas who... [Intro: AZ] See, this is what I mean When we come together like this, incredible things take place See, we connect thoughts to collect shorts And only the strong survive I love my black people, we are the future [Nina Simone sample] Black is the color of my true love's hair His face so soft and wondrous fair [Verse 1: AZ] Chop the pie up four ways, get lyed up Infiltrate, never violate, get tied up It's all a chess game, choose sides, the best remains True Lies, vibes die when bums infest the game Bogus shit shots, you broke and let your man get locked I live this hip-hop, stock the bank, let the Crist' pop Peep the next shit, push a big Benz, fuck a Lexus The streets was hectic, so I stacked and made my exit More dough to get focused, my thoughts for me to go legit Ferocious shit, cop a huge castle on a ocean cliff Imagine that, a few years back, I was baggin' cracks Magnum gats, playin' street corners, committin' savage acts Twistin' up, nothin' but love for niggas sittin' up Hold your own, try comin' home without gettin' touched Two for one, laws made foul how they do the young Was new to come, tried to tell shorty he should've threw the gun {"Black is the color of my true love's hair"} [Verse 2: Half-A-Mil] Knowledge the green Wallys, all I see My mind hold math like caller ID Chose the path that chose me I'ma tell you like G-O-D told me Greed, lust, hate and envy, sweet dust from shanty Keeps us from simply unifyin', organizin' We all are fallin' when we think we all are risin' We pop Cris' on the horizon, topless chicks with thick thighs and I rather be civilizin', enterprisin', improvisin' Temperature risin', Elohim gave me the guidance Told me, "Leave those 85ers alone, blend with the wise men" That bought 80G stones, twin Mercedes on homes Fuck it, just spend 10G's alone on chrome When I die, they'll take my chromosomes and clone clones 208 bones, microchip kids, we most dominant You know what time it is, that's why I exist Jump out of limo, lands, fire at the place Why are scientists supplyin' this Leviathan, why this? I'm survivin' this quiet tribalness Finalist year 2000 flyin' the whips 9 cent, mind bent, 1999 rhyme alignment {"Black is the color of my true love's hair"} [Verse 3: Nature] We went from arraignments to entertainment 24/7 the same shit, playin' the strip, livin' dangerous Bottle after bottle soon became a ritual The patterns we follow, others found 'em difficult I guess it's obvious as to what my hobby is The root of all evil pollute same niggas body kids Gettin' caught up, the same gang that left 'em all stuck I reminisce on VS touchin' my fourth cup Me, my only problem is I'm all fucked Knowin' in my heart I can't sleep 'til I bust off nuts Weave religion for all my niggas that beat the system And those bitten sittin' since ColecoVision Y'all need to listen, it's journalistic Y'all hear the whispers, the niggas in The Firm is twisted Spit that fly shit that earn the bitches Whip the chrome 6 up the FDR, it's bless we are See, I never let them stress me, God, forever stress-free While twistin' up logs of that Nestlé Who are you to question me? It's just my destiny to kick back, kill time and live successfully [Outro: AZ] Firm, how y'all want it, huh? Haha Talk to me, we give it to y'all either way We workin' wit' y'all, this is for you Love is Love, '98, Firm shit