AZ - The Come Up Lyrics
Just gimme the countdownKnow where we goin {*scratched: "AZ"*}Uh-huh {*"AZ"*} {*"Streets is yours for the takin now"*}Feels so good {*"AZ"*}(AZ)You know the come up, stack get right, put the gun upLaugh, get nice, split the blunt upPray blue and whites don't run up, remain humbleYou see the change when the Range come throughWhen all the fame ups your game cause your name's mumbledThe chicks notice, usually it's like hypnosisIt's ferocious when broke niggaz get focusedThe cars come out, bottles at the bar run itYou know you're large when you in car could dodge a droughtBut here's the twist up, when beef and the money mix upSkirts lift up, a few fights, few stick-upsThen one little thing just, leads to the next andHere come them hot boys to breathe down your neckNow you gotta pack up, flee from the rest andJust so we can go, you was free from the stressI guess it is what it is(Chorus: DJ Premier scratching)"Creepin on a come up" "Streets is yours for the takin now""Creepin on a come up" "I'm from the place where hardcore is beautiful""Creepin on a come up" "Streets is yours for the takin now""I'm rather unique" "I'm from the place" "Brooklyn"(AZ)You know the saga, who liver, who hotterWho shot at who at the RamadaI knew about beef since BambaataaBefore "Beat Street" streets was heavily deep with the ridersGuns and money, some was hungryDysfunctional families that come from junkiesJailbirds with wanted warrants up in countriesJust jungle survivin like a bunch of monkiesMarked dollars, D.A. NARC's with collarsNiggaz snitchin, but still got the heart to hollaHot chicks in short skirts and damn near toplessPlay fly and they gossip, stay high and just ride dickCan't call it, too fresh to spoil itTwo tecs to war with, grew up next to all thisSo understand I know from firsthandThe lies of a church man, high off his first gram(Chorus)(AZ)The jails is packed, the streets is wackIt's even worse when your workers tappin your beeper sackWifey's gettin feisty, she's beefin backThough it's unlikely, it might be her Visa's maxedThe coke is up, so now kush and dro's what's upAnd the Ricans got the game in the cobra clutchThe D's in the Capris too close to duckBut what the *****, they can suck on some coconutsThe stress is real, it drains all the sex appealNuttin left but jail death or a record dealVibes is weak, hoes wanna slide and creepEven fiends got a thing for that hide and seekStick-up kids, kidnap, switch up cribsIt's still crazy how them *****suckers hit up Big'Pac is gone, the state of hip-hop is wrongYou want more then long on to A-Z dot com(Chorus) w/ ad libs
