Memory Lane
Nas ft. Grand Wizard Lyrics

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
I make music for everyone including people who smoke weed, women who are stylish, and those who are currently imprisoned.

Hennessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a
I also make music for those who drink cognac and those who have been around for a long time, but I also criticize people who aren't really part of the hood culture.

Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I don't really care for people who are not truly part of the hip hop culture and only smoke cheap weed.

I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
I dropped out of high school and was inspired by a girl who was addicted to cocaine.

Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
I'm a survivor of the tough streets and don't really care about who is the current king of hip hop.

My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
My friend motivated me to become successful, and it made more of an impact on me than a commercial battery brand.

Sentence begins indented, with formality
When I start to write, I use proper formatting and grammar rules.

My duration's infinite, money wise or physiology
My success and legacy will last forever in terms of my financial success and my impact on people's thoughts and emotions.

Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
Lyrics and poetry are a huge part of me, and that's reflected in my playful, creative style.

I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop, straight off the block
I make classic, authentic hip hop that comes from the streets where I grew up.

I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
I remember going to park concerts and did everyone where I grew up knows someone who was a victim of violence, like my friend who was killed for his expensive coat.

Choco blunts'll make me see him drop in my weed smoke
When I smoke chocolate cigars, it reminds me of my friend's death and makes me feel a sense of loss.

It's real, grew up a trife life, the times of white lines, the high pipes
I lived through a tough life in the hood, filled with drugs and other vices that could kill you.

Murderous night times, and knife fights invite crimes
The nights were violent and dangerous, with many people getting hurt or killed due to fights and other crimes.

Chill on the block with Cognac, cold strap
I sometimes hang out with my friends while drinking cognac and carrying a gun for protection.

With my peeps that's into drug money market interact
I hang out with friends who are involved in the illegal drug trade and other criminal activities.

No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
When I don't see any police cars around, it's a sign that there is no imminent danger, and there is a temporary sense of peace.

Fo niggas, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
There are no dangerous criminals around who might want to kill me or rob me.

Start off the dice-rollin' match, from craps to ceelo
We start joking and gambling with dice games like craps or Sic Bo.

With side bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below (peace God)
I gamble cautiously and only bet small amounts, but I'm still confident I can win.

Peace God, now the shit is explained
Okay, now that all of that has been explained, let's move on.

I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
I'm going to tell some stories about the past and evoke nostalgia for listeners.

One for the money
This is the start of a new section of lyrics.

Two for pussy and foreign cars
I rap about money, women, and luxury cars.

Three for Alize, niggas deceased or behind bars
Some people drink Alizé, but I think about people who have died or are in jail.

I rap divine, God, check the prognosis, is it real, or showbiz?
My lyrics are powerful and God-like, and I wonder whether people really think about them or just see it as entertainment.

My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
I live in a tough neighborhood with violence and drug abuse going on outside my window.

Live amongst no roses, only the drama, for real
I don't live in a nice, peaceful suburb but in an area with lots of conflict and tension.

A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
I carry a gun around because it's necessary for my safety, and I smoke weed to help me relax and cope with stress.

Here's my basis, my razor embraces many faces
I'm unpredictable, and I can switch up my style to suit different situations and moods.

Your telephone blown, black stitches or fat shoelaces
If I hear someone talking shit on the phone, I'll beat them up, and my shoes have big laces to reinforce my tough-guy image.

Peoples are petro, dramatic automatic .44 I let blow
People are like gasoline, always ready to ignite into violence, so I keep a powerful gun to protect myself.

And back down po-po when I'm vexed so
I don't let the police intimidate me when they make me angry.

My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
Sometimes I have writer's block and struggle to write lyrics.

I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
In my mind, I picture the gritty reality of the streets and the people who are always struggling to get by.

Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail
People are always hustling for something, but not everyone will succeed.

Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales
The justice system is corrupt and unfair, and people get harsh punishments for selling drugs.

My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
Despite everything being stacked against me, my intelligence and talent still shining through, which is like the image of a crucifixion.

I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
My lyrics help support and inspire people who are vulnerable or struggling.

Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I take the teachings of Jesus seriously, but I'm still a person of the street and enjoy making music.

I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace
I analyze the meaning behind rap music through the microphone, hoping to bring peace through my lyrics.

I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
I learned from older folks who were involved in selling drugs to foolish customers.

They spoke of Fat Cat, that nigga's name made bell rings, black
I heard stories about a notorious drug dealer named Fat Cat who people were afraid of.

Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Some people are obsessed with a notorious gang called Supreme Team that is based in Jamaica, Queens.

Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin
There was a notorious drug dealer named Alpo who was based in Uptown Manhattan and was rumored to be one of the top guys in the drug trade.

Yo, fuck, rap is real, watch the herbs stand still
Rap music is a realistic representation of street life, which is why fake people won't enjoy it.

Never talkin' to snakes 'cause the words of man kill
I don't associate with dishonest, shady people because their lies and deceit can harm others.

True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I'm loyal to the rap game and the culture surrounding it, much like the color of loyalty runs in my blood.

I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
I drink beer as a toast to my dead friends and old memories.

The most dangerous MC is
I'm about to make a bold claim.

Me number won, and you know where me from
I'm the most dangerous MC, and I come from Queensbridge, a notoriously tough neighborhood in Queens, New York.