Az lyrics

Artist  : A  F Az 
Song : Az



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Yeah yeah 

 Word up (Yeah son) 

 Yeah yo how this goin down nine-six 

 How we livin son (exoticness) 

 Nine-six exoticness (representinÂ’) 

 Know what I mean? (A+) 

 A+ (yo how we livin?) 

 This is New York City 

 Ninety-seven Sosa 

 A to Z up in the spot representin 

 Takin it back from here its sposed to be 

 Takin ya back son take it back 

 Check it 

  

 [Chorus] 

  

 Six digit trickin coke and henny mixin many
listen 

 Fuckin give me mine dont wanna see no penny
missin 

 Its old tradition how we click and fall in
position 

 The rap coalition, we gettin rich an 

  

 [A+] 

  

 Poetically Im deadly like a crucifiction 

 Buddha addiction 

 Dismissin competition when they roll wit
friction 

 My whole crew be schemin flippy 

 Like ixing for that chicken 

 Smith brothas and A on ya Mason-Dixon 

 Who want the steel cap feel the real rap 

 Patiently my whole crew waited and we rock
premeditated 

 Chucked underground like the rap genie  

 And watch the shore by the rising tide now the
whole world can see me 

 When they get foul thats when my style gets wild


 I hang a man in front of a crowd without a trial


 KAPOW, yo thats all she wrote end the quote 

 For frontin, a brotha got a dome and his legs
broke 

  

 [Chorus: 2X] 

  

 [A+] 

  

 Yeah son I want it all your crib, cars and
beepers 

 Wit hundred dollar sneakers my sounds blowin ya
speakers 

 Burgundy landcruisers chrome rims on blue rugers


 Lyrical hollow tip slug point trugers 

  

 [AZ] 

  

 Yo yo 

 Yo drug connects 

 Diamond cut bergets drippin wet 

 My hole is there from Cu-bec got her flippin
checks 

 What, I push a black Lex with gold on my neck


 You rockin wit a vest tryin to catch a hole in
ya chest 

 Firm official, exotic girl but wanna be the
ritual 

 Leavin lights shine light theyve been psyched to
slip through 

  

 [A+] 

  

 I will abolish 

 MCs get straight up demolished 

 Yo my mind is like a nine I load it up wit
knowledge 

  

 [Chorus: 2X] 

  

 The realism must continue where I live is like a
battlefield 

 We all poor but on my block is like a half a mil


 Surrounded by the most criminal type of elements


 Blunts, stunts, gunshots, broken-down
developments 

 Its all illegal, young juveniles wit the desert
eagles 

 Street sweepers, heaters, soon-to-be retreaters


 Its routine, people seem to go through a cycle


 So confused, to choose between the bible or the
rifle 

 Watch em stifle 

 Yo me an son gone escalate this 

 And get these papers run some capers while they
catch the vapors 

 Yeah son, dont got no time for no chicken
trickin 

 Its the lyrical addiction 

 Cuz me an AZ be politikin 

  

 [Chorus: 4X