Letra Sosa de Az

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Pieces of a man

1998

Sosa

Featuring AZ]
Yeah yeah
Word up (Yeah son)
Yeah yo how this goin down nine-six
How we livin son (exoticness)
Nine-six exoticness (representin)
Know what I mean? (A )
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
[Chorus]
Six digit trickin coke and henny mixin many listen
Fuckin give me mine dont wanna see no penny missin
Its old tradition how we click and fall in position
The rap coalition, we gettin rich an
[A ]
Poetically Im deadly like a crucifiction
Buddha addiction
Dismissin competition when they roll wit friction
My whole crew be schemin flippy
Like ixing for that chicken
Smith brothas and A on ya Mason-Dixon
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
KAPOW, yo thats all she wrote end the quote
For frontin, a brotha got a dome and his legs broke
[Chorus: 2X]
[A ]
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
[AZ]
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
[A ]
I will abolish
MCs 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 battlefield
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 retreaters
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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Featuring AZ] 
Yeah yeah 
Word up (Yeah son) 
Yeah yo how this goin down nine-six 
How we livin son (exoticness) 
Nine-six exoticness (representin) 
Know what I mean? (A ) 
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 
[Chorus] 
Six digit trickin coke and henny mixin many listen 
Fuckin give me mine dont wanna see no penny missin 
Its old tradition how we click and fall in position 
The rap coalition, we gettin rich an 
[A ] 
Poetically Im deadly like a crucifiction 
Buddha addiction 
Dismissin competition when they roll wit friction 
My whole crew be schemin flippy 
Like ixing for that chicken 
Smith brothas and A on ya Mason-Dixon 
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 
KAPOW, yo thats all she wrote end the quote 
For frontin, a brotha got a dome and his legs broke 
[Chorus: 2X] 
[A ] 
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 
[AZ] 
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 
[A ] 
I will abolish 
MCs 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 battlefield 
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 retreaters 
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