AZ Still Alive Lyrics

A.W.O.L. Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 So Sincere
  • 2 Never Change
  • 3 New York (feat. Raekwon & Ghostface Killah)
  • 4 Can't Stop
  • 5 Still Alive
  • 6 AZ's Chillin
  • 7 City of Gods
  • 8 Street Life (feat. Half-A-Mill & Begetz)
  • 9 Bedtime Story
  • 10 The Come Up
  • 11 Envious (feat. Bounty Killer)
  • 12 A.W.O.L.
  • 13 Live Wire / Magic Hour (feat. C.L. Smooth) / The Truth
  • Okay, if you in a club
    I advise you to put your drinks down, and head to the dance floor
    Anywhere else will be uncivilized
    If you're in a car, pull over
    Put the hazards on and let the windows down
    This is something the world needs to know
    Let's go

    Yes I'm Brooklyn's best till I'm put to rest
    I heard tales of *****s sendin' shells to cook my flesh
    No jail, never stale homie look how fresh
    I'm low key like them old G crooks out west
    As far as poetry I'm Nas, Biggie, Jay, Mos Def
    Rakim, Kool G Rap, Kane, KRS
    Pac, Common and Kanye, could say I'm blessed
    Peace to Ghost, Raekwon and Ron Artest
    This is suppressed hunger, I'm obsessed with summer
    I'm for what runners is gunnin' them younger boys will gun ya
    But any ***** icing your own wifey will warn ya
    There's no wonder, every fronter wanna be stunner
    I spit thunder, I'll miss when I'm six feet under
    Legit, I'm just tryin' shift G-Unit numbers
    Even rich *****s slip in the slumber
    **** happens but believe I'm back blastin a number

    This is not a life that we in, this is hell
    This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
    Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
    Because I'm still alive, that makes me a God
    This is not a life that we in, this is hell
    This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
    Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
    Because I made it out, well that makes me a God

    This is not a life that we in, this is hell
    This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
    Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
    Because I'm still alive, that makes me a God
    This is not a life that we in, this is hell
    This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
    Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
    Because I made it out, well that makes me a God

    Yes my flows elite, I know the streets
    I'm the Cochise of the East Coast I blow on beats
    I create in the coma state how I doze to sleep
    I keep dozing but never doze six feet deep
    I'm out for presidents to represent me
    (Say what?)
    Say what, I haze up 'fore haters hopin' I gave up
    It's either you stay tough or you copin' to ?cage cuff?
    From cold player to cold savor the hoes favor
    Who's the most underrated, G Rap, AZ, or Jada?
    Allah savior, bark but sharp as a razor
    With street smarts in a Jedi heart like Darth Vader
    Harsh behavior, puffin a Garcia Vega
    The god see the haters but the larceny is greater
    Pardon the player, I'm crunk with some defeats
    But somehow somebody somewhere don't want me to eat
    I'm one with the streets, I'm wanted and I'm comin' for keeps

    This is not a life that we in, this is hell
    This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
    Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
    Because I'm still alive, that makes me a God
    This is not a life that we in, this is hell
    This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
    Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
    Because I made it out, well that makes me a God

    And it's a must I live it, the trucks is kitted
    Too many peoples in the penal so duck or visit
    Show it off when I freestyle, who ****in' with it
    A final song for song as long as the hustlers get it
    As long the jewels on all is custom fitted
    Diamond cut for cut the cluster ups the digits
    Enough is enough you can trust I hush the critics
    Buck for buck, yeah I'm buckwild I must admit it
    The dough done did it, I'm Doley the flow is vivid
    You know me, low key homie, only expose the snippet
    So prolific, so sincere, so gifted
    So melodic, y'all got it so twisted
    Sent to do this, E-40 the rugers had a few Belugas
    Brought it back to the sewers
    True this no duets, no collabs, no regrets
    You crabs, I'm just here tryin' cash some little checks

    This is not a life that we in, this is hell
    This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
    Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
    Because I'm still alive, that makes me a God
    This is not a life that we in, this is hell
    This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
    Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
    Because I made it out, well that makes me a God

    This is not a life that we in, this is hell
    This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
    Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
    Because I'm still alive, that makes me a God
    This is not a life that we in, this is hell
    This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell
    Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge
    Because I made it out, well that makes me a God

    Written by: Randy Ousley
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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