Redemption
Az Izz/Cormega Lyrics
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Mm
It's that shit right here
It's that big boy music!
Yahmean?
Thinkin of a masterplan me and my man
Understand even then you couldn't pass me hand
was on the land all geared up and Dapper Dan
Around the year of them classic jams
I done seen niggaz get bitch slapped and ran
Word to yam a few got rich and swam
while I was sunk with they G packs trying to pump
It's over, no closure cars gave niggaz exposure
I was carried by Allah on his shoulders
Sober my first AR in the hood
Would of stuck a muhfucker and bring his truck if I could
Understood I was strong headed
But them streets and them guns gave me the wrong fetish
Cool whatever, I'm here we can do whatever
from the cars to clothes to the jewels whatever
Why worry? I'll rest when I'm dead and buried
so for now I'ma dress, get head and be merry
(Muthafuckers)
[Hook 2x]
My minds still in the grind you wouldn't understand
It's been a long time since we was going hand to hand
When the block was too hot we had the look out man
Playing the corners to warn us soon as he saw the blue van
[Cormega]
Plans to conquer the street
branded in my head like the mark of the beast
My knowledge so ominous I plot in my sleep
when I eat my niggaz eat
We take the bitter with the sweet
If I die few'll cry, less'll do a bid with me
Once intrigued with money and fast cars
stubbornly I sold crack to my mans moms
Suddenly it troubles me so I asked God
forgiveness for pasts wrongs and future sins
Presently the coop I'm in
View as heavenly as the roof of ?Sens?
Like Vince Carter I'm too intense
for dudes defense to stop me I abuse the rim
Anybody can ball I do it to win
Son it's +Doe or Die+, all that other shit aside
Any sign of betrayal my nine'll improvise
I spit the sickest rhymes
Daydream of getting mines
Fuck scales and just as I ?tri-beamed to digitize?
Pure white perrico I cooked over a greasy stove
From Brooklyn to Queens to O-T
with keys I sold in a V
So cold when I hit the street many people froze
My team deaded the block till it decomposed
And was under our complete control to each his own
I don't sleep on niggaz in the street no mo
Cause when shit hit the fan even Nino told
[Hook 2x]
The song "Redemption" by Az Izz/Cormega depicts the struggles of street life and the pursuit of success. In the first verse, AZ reflects on his past and how he and his friend had to hustle hard to make ends meet. Despite the difficulties, he remained resilient and didn't allow anyone to pass him. He also mentions how he witnessed others who were successful while he was still stuck trying to make a living. Nonetheless, he didn't let that bring him down as he was determined to get rich too. However, he admits to having a wrong mindset- described as a wrong fetish- which he attained from the guns and street life.
Similarly, Cormega uses his verse to talk more deeply about his past experiences. He opens up about his plans to conquer the streets and how he once sold crack to his friend's mother. Now, he regrets his actions and seeks forgiveness from God. Cormega also highlights the importance of loyalty, mentioning that some of his friends will do a bid with him. He dreams of success and celebrates his accomplishments, including traveling from Brooklyn to Queens to O-T with the drugs he sold. He confidently declares that his team controlled the block, and they don't sleep on people anymore, indicating that they are cautious of betrayal.
In summary, "Redemption" is a song about the struggle of living on the streets and the pursuit of success. Both rappers reflect on their past experiences and how they overcame difficulties to get to where they are. They celebrate their accomplishments while acknowledging their wrongdoings, seeking forgiveness and redemption.
Line by Line Meaning
Thinkin of a masterplan me and my man
Planning out a scheme with my partner
hand to hand on the grind since a half a gram
Selling drugs in small amounts and working hard for it
Understand even then you couldn't pass me hand
Even with my small business, I was still successful
was on the land all geared up and Dapper Dan
Dressed nicely and had everything I needed to operate
Around the year of them classic jams
During a time when classic music was popular
I done seen niggaz get bitch slapped and ran
I've witnessed people get physically hurt and ran away
Word to yam a few got rich and swam
Some of those people became wealthy and left
while I was sunk with they G packs trying to pump
While others were successful, I was stuck trying to sell my drugs
It's over, no closure cars gave niggaz exposure
Things changed and people were more visible due to their cars
I was carried by Allah on his shoulders
My faith in Allah helped me through difficult times
Sober my first AR in the hood
I was clear-minded when I bought my first rifle
Would of stuck a muhfucker and bring his truck if I could
I would have attacked someone and stolen their truck if I could
Understood I was strong headed
I realized I had a hard head and made bad decisions
But them streets and them guns gave me the wrong fetish
The streets and guns influenced me in a negative way
Cool whatever, I'm here we can do whatever
I'm not worried, we can do anything we want
from the cars to clothes to the jewels whatever
From expensive cars to jewelry, anything is possible
Why worry? I'll rest when I'm dead and buried
I'm not worried, I'll rest when I'm gone
My minds still in the grind you wouldn't understand
I'm still working hard, you probably don't understand
It's been a long time since we was going hand to hand
It's been a while since we were selling drugs in small amounts
When the block was too hot we had the look out man
When the area was under surveillance, we had someone watching
Plans to conquer the street
I have plans to be successful on the street
branded in my head like the mark of the beast
It's ingrained in my mind like a permanent mark
My knowledge so ominous I plot in my sleep
I have so much knowledge of the street that I even think about it in my sleep
when I eat my niggaz eat
When I'm successful, my friends are also successful
We take the bitter with the sweet
We take the good with the bad
If I die few'll cry, less'll do a bid with me
If I die, only a few will mourn and even fewer would go to jail with me
Once intrigued with money and fast cars
I used to only care about money and cars
stubbornly I sold crack to my mans moms
I made the mistake of selling drugs to my friend's mother
Suddenly it troubles me so I asked God
It started to bother me and I asked for forgiveness from God
forgiveness for pasts wrongs and future sins
I asked for forgiveness for the things I've done in the past and the things I might do in the future
Presently the coop I'm in
I'm currently driving a fancy car
View as heavenly as the roof of ?Sens?
The car is so nice that it feels like heaven
Like Vince Carter I'm too intense
I'm as intense as Vince Carter on the basketball court
for dudes defense to stop me I abuse the rim
My opponents can't stop me from scoring, I dominate the game
Anybody can ball I do it to win
Anyone can play basketball, I play to win
Son it's +Doe or Die+, all that other shit aside
It's all about making money or dying, everything else doesn't matter
Any sign of betrayal my nine'll improvise
If someone betrays me, I'll use my gun to take action
I spit the sickest rhymes
I rap very well
Daydream of getting mines
I dream about becoming successful
Fuck scales and just as I ?tri-beamed to digitize?
I don't use scales, I rely on my senses to measure the drugs I sell
Pure white perrico I cooked over a greasy stove
I cooked pure cocaine on a dirty stove
From Brooklyn to Queens to O-T
I sold drugs in various areas
with keys I sold in a V
I sold drugs in a van
So cold when I hit the street many people froze
I was so successful that it intimidated others
My team deaded the block till it decomposed
My team took over the area and controlled it
And was under our complete control to each his own
We had complete control and everyone did their own thing
I don't sleep on niggaz in the street no mo
I'm more cautious now and don't underestimate others in the street
Cause when shit hit the fan even Nino told
Even a successful drug dealer like Nino Brown can have problems, so I need to be careful too
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Written by: BILL CONTI
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