Memory Lane(Sittin' In Da Park)

I rap for listeners, bluntheads, fly ladies And prisoners, Hennessy holders and old school niggas, then I be Dissin' the unofficials that make wooly ty I dropped out of cooley high, gassed up by a coke head cutie pie Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver Man put the battery in my back, a difference from energizer Sentence begins indented, with formality my durations Infinite money wise or physiology Poetry that 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 sheepcoat Chocolate bless'll make me see em drop in my weed smoke It's real grew up a trife life thru times of white lines To hype pipes-murderers night times to knife fights and bright crimes Chill on the block with carniac cold strapped Were my peeps thats in the drug money market interact No signs of the beast in a blue chrysler, I guess that means Peace for niggers- no shiesty vice to just snipe ya Start up the dice rollin' match from craps to seelo with side bets So roll a dave, nothin below-peace god-peace god-now that shit is Explained I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight thru memory lane I'd like to take a trip straight through memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge I'd like to take a trip straight through memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge I'd like to take a trip straight through memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge I'd like to take a trip straight through memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge 1 for the money, 2 for pussy and foreign cars 3 for alize niggas, deceased or behind bars I rap divine god check the prognosis its real Or showbiz My window faces shoot outs, drug overdoses Live amongst no roses, only the drama for real A nickelplate is my fate, my medicine is the ganga Have my basis my razor embraces many faces Your telephone blown black stiches are fat shoe laces People are petro dramatic, automatic fo-fo I let blow And back down po-po when I'm vexed so My pen taps the paper and my brain's blank I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank Pumpin' for something some'll prosper, some fail Judges hangin' niggas uncorrect bails for direct sales My intelect prevails form a hangin' cross with nails I reinforce The frail with lyrics thats real Word to Christ a disciple of street trifle on beats I decipher Prophecies thru a mic and peace I hung around the older crew while they sling smack to ding bats They spoke of fat cat, that nigga's name made bells ring black Some fiends screamed about supreme team, a Jamaica Queens thing Uptown was alpo son, heard he was kingpin Yo, fuck rap it's real, watch the herb stands still never talkin' To snakes cause the words of a man kill True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my vein, I pour My Heineken brew to for deceased crew and memory lane I'd like to take a trip straight through memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge I'd like to take a trip straight through memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge I'd like to take a trip straight through memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge I'd like to take a trip straight through memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge