Nas - Memory Lane (Sittin’ in da Park) lyrics

Aight, fuck that shit! Word, word
Fuck that other shit, y'know what I'm sayin'?
We gonna do a lil somethin' like this
Y'know what I'm sayin'?
(Stay up on that shit)
Keep it on and on and on and on and
Know'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God
What is it?
(It's like…) Haha, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, go ahead and rip that shit, dun!

I rap for listeners, blunt heads
Fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas
Then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High
Gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My man put the battery in my back
A difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented with formality
My duration's infinite
Money-wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop
Straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams
My man was shot for his sheep coat
Choco blunts'll make me see him
Drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up a trife life
The times of white lines, the high pipes
Murderous night times and knife
Fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, cold strap
With my peeps that's into
Drug money market interact
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler
I guess that means peace
For niggas, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' match
From craps to cee-lo
With side-bets, so roll a deuce
Nothin' below (Peace, God) Peace
God – now the shit is explained
I'm takin' niggas on a trip
Straight through memory lane
It's like that, y'all

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"

One for the money
Two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alizé
Niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine, God
Check the prognosis: Is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama
For real, a nickel-plate is my fate
My medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis my razor embraces many faces
You're telephone blown, black
Stitches or fat shoelaces peoples are petro
Dramatic automatic 44 I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm vexed, so
My pen taps the paper, then my brain's blank
I see dark streets
Hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper
Some fail judges hangin' niggas
Uncorrect bails for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a
Hangin' cross with nails
I reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets
Trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a
Mic and say "Peace"
I hung around the older crews while
They sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat that
Nigga's name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream about Supreme Team
A Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin
Yo, fuck
Rap is real! Watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes
'cause the words of man kill
True in the game
As long as blood is blue in my vein
I pour my Heineken brew to my
Deceased crew on memory lane

"Now, let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Now, let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"

"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is…"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is…"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is…"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is…"
"Me number one, and you know where me from"