The Truth - AZ

The fuck is y’all niggas talking about

Nigga, we was young legends nigga

In the spot all night, Air Force Ones, a hundred keys

Bulletproof vests, a whole cake, a flake

200 grams of bait and you just stand on the pot and do the Harlem Shake

That’s why niggas die: they got 848's

For goodness sake, whatchu think?

You the man?

You got a platinum chain?

we sold so many grams

We had platinum hands, nigga

And when coke went up, we had it for 27

When we was in these streets, it was like God in Heaven

I’m all about chilling, fam, house, car ceiling fans

Had a run, sold a nice amount of kilograms

Had my fun, really hate to have to kill a man

But, if I ain’t feeling scrams, fuck he gotta go

Could give a fuck, got a whole lot a dough, plus

I’m on the low, got a whole lot of hoes, yep

Sucking and fucking got me huffing and puffing

Cussing for nothing, clutching heat, bucking and ducking

But, understand I’m just surviving the game, man

And being broke ain’t a part of the gameplan

Deep in it, walk, talk, sleep in it

Replenish, 3 minutes to start us something that’s endless

Gotta be a wolf out here to get this motherfucking money, man

Y’all niggas running around here tied together by love, trust, and respect

None of y’all be tied together by lust, fear, and greed and don’t give a

parakeet fuck

Direct dispute, bad boys on the rise

Press the mute if your barrel width ain’t quarter sized

Get lost if your thoughts is unorganized

The cost is short but I fought with the taller guys

Hate them loudmouths, niggas that wild out

Let off a few shots, hit nothing, then hide out

Get snitched on, surrounded and bribed out

Disarm misinform 'fore they find out

Time is up, state greens is laying for 'em

No liars to trust, since eighteen moms’s playing for 'em

Shawty, this is real talk for ya

Niggas will walk towards ya and Tom Sawyer your coil

What the fuck you know about going the full fledged motherfucking Oscars, nigga.

Get the wind beneath your feet and start dancing with the wolves like Kevin

Costner

Made capo rank, nigga

We was outsmarting people who was paid to think

We all balling to see the niggas is scoring or

Hearing that war up North, hearing the morgue is all

Trying to stay afloat with it

Become a part of the system, want to work and cope with it

Convert, it’s smart thinking when the heart weaken

And the skin start to darken, body parts start squeaking

Stay creeping, that’s my motto for the '04

Oversecure, prepare for that Cold War

Love the cashflow, the streets, the fast dough

The beef, the MAC blow, you sleep, you asshole

Don’t stop 'til you paid or you knocked off

Laying in the box, I’m the greatest since Pac

Nigga this is Rilo Wonder, nigga, the rap Rich Porter of the New World Order

And I’ve been in the game since I was too young to fuck, nigga

Playing the U-quartro-O-W nigga

University of 40 Grove Street

And in that time, got a lot of real niggas

3 AZ’s to be exact

One of them from Jersey, my man Darnell Horns just beat 5 murders in 2 week?

in the fed joint

Other one from Harlem, nigga, AZ Faison

A transcender of the motherfucking game

Nigga used to come through the 88 joint in '86

By the Rucker, throw a thousand dollars up in the air

Last but not least, Anthony Cruz, nigga AKA Sosa

One of the greatest emcees to ever grace the motherfucking microphone, nigga

Now I feel he ain’t reach his highest potential yet

I don’t think it was the raps

Maybe it was the machine, the label or something that he was in

Maybe it was the management

But anyway, we ain’t blaming no motherfucking body, man

Cause y’all know AZ mean «Almighty zig zag knowledge wisdom understand and

complete» nigga

But today, that A stands for the law of inertia

Meaning wanting something to get out and it’s so hot

The public need like a crackhead need his crack, a dope fiend need his dope,

and it can’t be muthafuckin' stopped

So y’all need to go out and get this album, The Final Call

Before y’all miss one of the greatest rappers to ever grace the mic impeach

their legacy