Raekwon, AZ, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Save Them lyrics
AZ [Anthony Cruz]
[Raekwon, AZ, Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Save Them lyrics]
A traitor is not your brother
He hadn't learned that yet
And unfortunately, brothers and sisters
Some of these kinds of people
We will have to execute
There are people among us that we
Will absolutely chop their heads
Completely from their bodies for their
Betrayal of black people
This is real vomit, a monumental nigga
Iconic east coast fly shit, pay homage
As promised I display all
The finest few reminders
I'm feared, don't confuse my kindness
Speak ebonics
Used to get bricks on consignment
Before rap was all that
Black power refinement this economics
Acknowledge through the eyes of
My peers exotic wears
Watch glare like a mouth of veneers
My vibe's rare
Dapper since the day of my birth
My first verse was like water
For a nigga that thirst, we got it worse
Trapped on these streets in the same zone
Niggas getting bodied 'cause the
Beefing just came home
Shots at policemen every week
And it change tones
Chicks on the shit, it's the mix
I remain strong
The drama, honor what defines my persona
I'm from a genre of drug
Money getters and ganja
When we come to that position in time
That we have to execute you
And we will carry out the sentence of
Death on you just like drinking
Water and hang your head on a
Pole in the black community
What up gangsta? Keep it popular
It's like opera chilling in the one lanes
Gazelle with my lockman on
Drug money bishop
Used to cuddle blow in the swishes
Auto man, cocked out of suspicion
Always in the best of the best features
All I need is cameras
Surrounding us quick, go up the nina's
Murdered up flashing, 213, me and my team
Alexander McQueen, "Chef, you turned on me"
Blowing more cream
Wiping the enzo off in Queens
My ghost is botanical, check the genes
All the pea coats, peacock Kangols
Yo the wave game Nemo
Foul styling young Al Pacinos
Huh the money get bigger, nigga
Don't make a nigga pull out
Sign you all, box you up little nigga
Meet me at the veteran's lounge
I got lamb on this wild
I'm meeting my luck, my paper growling
You won't sell us out
You'll be buying your funeral
The future of our people is
Not to be compromised
It would be better that you were dropped
In the bottom of the sea with
A millstone around your neck than to betray
The legitimate aspirations of our people
Yeah, high-profile life
My verse is a gift from the Most High
You should thank God for my rhymes
I don't condone bullshit bars
The fuck is you talking about? You
Just wanna be around stars
Knock a nigga out, make a nigga see stars
I knock off your head
You still wanna act hard
My gun smoke like ganja
Get you higher than life, yee
That bull give you wings
Bet ey'thang on P, he's the showboat
Blast away a thing in the way of the lords
Lord to your death, don't cross me
I'll let you live if you
Don't press charges on me
And know rats must die
Keep them far away from punk shit
We can't buy
Don't ever attach me with them
I own my catalog, nigga, you getting pimped
See these position hungry ports
All you need is a promise that
You gon' be a big nigga
And you'll sell out your people on a
Promise that the enemy will never fulfill
Keep on your feet
This is a day of separation
He hadn't learned that yet
And unfortunately, brothers and sisters
Some of these kinds of people
We will have to execute
There are people among us that we
Will absolutely chop their heads
Completely from their bodies for their
Betrayal of black people
This is real vomit, a monumental nigga
Iconic east coast fly shit, pay homage
As promised I display all
The finest few reminders
I'm feared, don't confuse my kindness
Speak ebonics
Used to get bricks on consignment
Before rap was all that
Black power refinement this economics
Acknowledge through the eyes of
My peers exotic wears
Watch glare like a mouth of veneers
My vibe's rare
Dapper since the day of my birth
My first verse was like water
For a nigga that thirst, we got it worse
Trapped on these streets in the same zone
Niggas getting bodied 'cause the
Beefing just came home
Shots at policemen every week
And it change tones
Chicks on the shit, it's the mix
I remain strong
The drama, honor what defines my persona
I'm from a genre of drug
Money getters and ganja
When we come to that position in time
That we have to execute you
And we will carry out the sentence of
Death on you just like drinking
Water and hang your head on a
Pole in the black community
What up gangsta? Keep it popular
It's like opera chilling in the one lanes
Gazelle with my lockman on
Drug money bishop
Used to cuddle blow in the swishes
Auto man, cocked out of suspicion
Always in the best of the best features
All I need is cameras
Surrounding us quick, go up the nina's
Murdered up flashing, 213, me and my team
Alexander McQueen, "Chef, you turned on me"
Blowing more cream
Wiping the enzo off in Queens
My ghost is botanical, check the genes
All the pea coats, peacock Kangols
Yo the wave game Nemo
Foul styling young Al Pacinos
Huh the money get bigger, nigga
Don't make a nigga pull out
Sign you all, box you up little nigga
Meet me at the veteran's lounge
I got lamb on this wild
I'm meeting my luck, my paper growling
You won't sell us out
You'll be buying your funeral
The future of our people is
Not to be compromised
It would be better that you were dropped
In the bottom of the sea with
A millstone around your neck than to betray
The legitimate aspirations of our people
Yeah, high-profile life
My verse is a gift from the Most High
You should thank God for my rhymes
I don't condone bullshit bars
The fuck is you talking about? You
Just wanna be around stars
Knock a nigga out, make a nigga see stars
I knock off your head
You still wanna act hard
My gun smoke like ganja
Get you higher than life, yee
That bull give you wings
Bet ey'thang on P, he's the showboat
Blast away a thing in the way of the lords
Lord to your death, don't cross me
I'll let you live if you
Don't press charges on me
And know rats must die
Keep them far away from punk shit
We can't buy
Don't ever attach me with them
I own my catalog, nigga, you getting pimped
See these position hungry ports
All you need is a promise that
You gon' be a big nigga
And you'll sell out your people on a
Promise that the enemy will never fulfill
Keep on your feet
This is a day of separation