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[Spoken: Nas]
Yeah, yeah
Brings me back
As you come outside on the block
The basketball court was crack and you still played ball
Shooting on the rusty rim
I lived on the fourth floor
Wow, remember those days like yesterday
Memories man
They feed the soul
Yeah
[Verse 1: Nas]
I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies, and prisoners
Henessey-holders and old-school *****s, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, **** who's the live-er
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented with formality
My duration's infinite, moneywise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
I can see him drop in my **** smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, murderous night times
And knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap
With my peeps that's into drug money market interact
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler
I guess that means peace
For *****s, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' mats for craps to cee-lo
With side-bets, I roll a deuce, nothin' below
Peace God – now the **** is explained
I'm takin' *****s on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that, y'all
It's like that, y'all
It's like that, y'all, yeah
[Chorus: Nas]
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
Now let us take a trip down memory lane
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
Now let us take a trip down memory lane
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
Now let us take a trip down memory lane
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
Lemme explain
[Verse 2: Nas]
One for the money, two for ***** and foreign cars
Three for Alizé, *****s deceased or behind bars
I rap divine, God, check the prognosis: is it real or showbiz?
My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama
For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
You're telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petro, dramatic automatic .44 I let blow
And back down po-po when I'm vexed so
My pen taps the paper, then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail
Judges hangin' *****s, uncorrect bails for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I'll reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say "peace"
I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat; that *****'s name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin
Yo, ****, rap is real! Watch the herbs stand still
Never talkin' to snakes, ‘cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
It's like that, y'all
It's like that, y'all
Memory lane
Nothing like the memories boy
Lemme take a trip down (memory lane)
Uh, comin' outta Queensbridge
[Chorus: Nas]
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
Remember lookin' out my window pane
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
Now let us take a trip down memory lane
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
Now let me take a trip down memory lane
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
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