AZ Vendetta Lyrics

The Format Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 I Am the Truth
  • 2 Sit 'em Back Slow
  • 3 Get High
  • 4 Make Me
  • 5 Games
  • 6 Rise and Fall
  • 7 Animal
  • 8 Doing That!
  • 9 This Is What I Do
  • 10 Format
  • 11 Vendetta
  • 12 Game of Life
  • 13 Royal Salute
  • [Intro: AZ]
    Yea, it's overdue right here
    Ya'll know what it is..

    [Verse 1: AZ]
    The dead is gone, the world welcomes new borns
    A thousand-bookies is sworn in uniform
    No application for - snitches, niggaz, but you can join
    Just get your coins, and start droppin' dime
    Superiority, I can stop time
    And I am the minority, so who can knock mines?
    Purposely placed here on purpose to shine
    Home, purchased on furnace, my concerns is to grind
    Get some M's, then gettin' to win
    And transfer all U.S. currency for yen
    A few friends, few next to kin
    Yes it's true, I flew through in that Flurizan Benz
    Show room shoppin', coppin' rims, I'm top-ten
    Niggaz gon' respect my pen
    Survived in two droughts, two seperate games
    So I shout, "Who'll slouch, get outta my lane"
    My homey's homey did ten in chain
    So we set-up in Tony's rome, and I picked out his brain
    I explained it's bigger game then just street nigga fame
    Them same thoughts I fought like Sugar Shane
    Reachin' the next chapter after of life after I mastered
    Fuck it Fresh, address these little bastards

    [Verse 2: Fresh]
    Uh, yea, yea
    I'm reachin' for the Range doors on the truck
    The European stitched strong in the guts
    My nigga M3's doors liftin' up
    Uh, Fresh sick wit dough, got Danbury pictures goin' off the dust
    And the Cranberry Six growin' off the guts
    Light pink heavy wit strong of the cuts
    Actin' like steady bitch, knowin' you a slut
    And after we get finished ma knowin' you won't cut
    And you know I'm in the truck, and deep dishin' it
    Fire's are Six, the kid keep kickin' shit
    Pies of the brick, the kid keep flippin' shit
    I insist the stag' and seen different shit
    Bubble face your par' wit see fish in it
    Bubble great, ponair's wit clean kinesh shit
    In Duffle bag by Guc'
    The white double-stitch, on the hall, that's Emilio Puc'
    Flow Rivers in the booth and I'm speakin' the truth
    So listen up, young niggaz cuz I'm speakin' for fuse
    Uh, yea

    [Outro: Ralo]
    The bigger it is nigga, the harder it falls
    Niggaz scared of LL, nigga give us the ball...

    Listen to this man
    I want ya'll to listen real close and real careful man
    There ain't seldom is niggaz born wit all the five senses
    The five senses are now, listen to this and listen to this shit close
    Cuz this is when a nigga is a last level nigga
    First of all, you had to been born wit automatic understanding of the game
    You had to have been wit automatic understanding of the game from birth
    Then you gotta be unadulterated R-rated
    You gotta know how to spit that dialogue in some form of fashion
    Whether it's just talking or it's rapping
    Then you gotta be law of the nourishing
    Once you getting motion, then you get focused
    You get hot, that you cannot be motherfucking stopped
    Then on top of that you gotta have lyrical sense on a massive level
    Some niggaz got it on minus, some niggaz got it on maiden
    Some niggaz got it on the massive, Massive is the last level
    Then on top of that it gotta be written in your script
    The script... the script... the script...

    Yo real niggaz you can't break
    And real nigga you can't make 'em man
    We've been big niggaz all of our life man
    Answered to nobody man, and wake and go wherever they take us man

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