AZ The Come Up 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

  • Just gimme the countdown
    Know where we goin [scratched: "AZ"]
    Uh-huh ["AZ"] ["Streets is yours for the takin now"]
    Feels so good ["AZ"]
    You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun up
    Laugh, get nice, split the blunt up
    Pray blue and whites don't run up, remain humble
    You see the change when the Range come through
    When all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbled
    The chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosis
    It's ferocious when broke niggaz get focused
    The cars come out, bottles at the bar run it
    You know you're large when you in car could dodge a drought
    But here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix up
    Skirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-ups
    Then one little thing just, leads to the next and
    Here come them hot boys to breathe down your neck
    Now you gotta pack up, flee from the rest and
    Just so we can go, you was free from the stress
    I guess it is what it is
    [Chorus: DJ Premier scratching]
    "Creepin on a come up" "Streets is yours for the takin now"
    "Creepin on a come up" "I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful"
    "Creepin on a come up" "Streets is yours for the takin now"
    "I'm rather unique" "I'm from the place" "Brooklyn"
    You know the saga, who liver, who hotter
    Who shot at who at the Ramada
    I knew about beef since Bambaataa
    Before "Beat Street" streets was heavily deep with the riders
    Guns and money, some was hungry
    Dysfunctional families that come from junkies
    Jailbirds with wanted warrants up in countries
    Just jungle survivin like a bunch of monkies
    Marked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collars
    Niggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to holla
    Hot chicks in short skirts and damn near topless
    Play fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dick
    Can't call it, too fresh to spoil it
    Two tecs to war with, grew up next to all this
    So understand I know from firsthand
    The lies of a church man, high off his first gram
    The jails is packed, the streets is wack
    It's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sack
    Wifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin back
    Though it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxed
    The coke is up, so now cushion throws what's up
    And the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutch
    The D's in the Capris too close to duck
    But what the fuck, they can suck on some coconuts
    The stress is real, it drains all the sex appeal
    Nuttin left but jail death or a record deal
    Vibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creep
    Even fiends got a thing for that hide and seek
    Stick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribs
    It's still crazy how them cocksuckers hit up Big
    'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrong
    You want more then long on to A-Z dot com
    [Chorus: w/ ad libs]

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