N.O.W. (feat. Da Ranjahz)
Dark Half)
I'm on my feet now, shit never was and ain't sweet now
Belly full, but I'm still starve can I eat now, live complete
Now, told by the older god never put my heat down
One: Dark Half
Far from weak humble meek now
Fuck with the winners bitches listen when I speak now
Got on some rap shit find it hard to creep now
I'm on point and move deep more elite now
Could clap you but ain't nothing like a beatdown
We swept down these streets now
Like community service reach your faith face defeat now
We hypodermic get in your skin niggas want beef now
Bring It on when we ball ain't no rebound
The war's on son ain't no time for sleep now
Get your guns no surrender no retreat now
You violated dog blood gotta leak now
Your whole life is down hill type steep now
Deep down its deep now
Watch and separate the wolf from the sheep now
May you rest ever in everlasting peace now
Ranjahz and Bleek now
This year is our year knowlegde
(Wais instead of Dark Half)
Two: wais
Aiyyo Hoss Wais is on this shit now
Crawl through your hood
Doing ten miles per hour on a sneak now
Window down a fourth of the way make the gun peak out
Just to send a message let four shots sneak out
Front I don't hesitate to reach now
You think you nice with your dealer, your contract could breach now
Chicken uses to front but they on my meat now
Catch me in the park after dark with seats down
I was known for ending beef by laying your fleet down
Now I'm known for hot shit one hundred degrees now
My style use to be just sick but its diseased now
Take a one on one to this catch ya freeze now
Death to enemies, life to the family
Peace to my killers up north who ever ran with me
I'm still moving with the canners g
For the money it's no problem catching a body and pleading insanity
(by Memphis Bleek instead of Wais)
Three: Memphis Bleek
Yo, Never put the heat down
Never creep without a three pound
Roll deep now
Speak with a street sound
Who fuckin with Bleek now
Seeing me don't eat how
I take from the fragile
I'm looking past trial blast out
If they ever rush the crackhouse
Throw the stash out
Blow the spot down
Pull the Path out
Leave no evedince
Gettin caught that's irrelevant
Sittin in the system with some drugs
I can't settle it
My belly full now so I went through the hood now
Look good now old beef is cook now in other words shook now
I put my thang down
Bleek still aim wild and slang vowels
I remain foul
Brave child thorough a bangout
Smoke weed and hangout
I duck thieves and plain cops
Game hot
Bubble hard on the same block
Jungle scars on cats moving that cocaine out
I went the thug route
My eight took the snub route
Tinted my truckout
Old drama I buffed out
No gun in curse words got you niggas shook
Cause I hurt Herbs and its the first
I'm a cat who get my money right
Cause ain't no fun in life If you ain't runnin right
I'm runnin lights in the black v
Find a rapper who can match Bleek send him to the bricks
I'm show em where the gats be
Motherfucker
It's real here
All you niggas know what the deal here
Yeah yeah
N dot motherfuckin "O" "W"
We niggas of the world
Ranjahz, Memphis Bleek
You fake cats die slow
We fuckin your ho's nigga
So while hate us they congratulate us
We out
I'm on my feet now, shit never was and ain't sweet now
Belly full, but I'm still starve can I eat now, live complete
Now, told by the older god never put my heat down
One: Dark Half
Far from weak humble meek now
Fuck with the winners bitches listen when I speak now
Got on some rap shit find it hard to creep now
I'm on point and move deep more elite now
Could clap you but ain't nothing like a beatdown
We swept down these streets now
Like community service reach your faith face defeat now
We hypodermic get in your skin niggas want beef now
Bring It on when we ball ain't no rebound
The war's on son ain't no time for sleep now
Get your guns no surrender no retreat now
You violated dog blood gotta leak now
Your whole life is down hill type steep now
Deep down its deep now
Watch and separate the wolf from the sheep now
May you rest ever in everlasting peace now
Ranjahz and Bleek now
This year is our year knowlegde
(Wais instead of Dark Half)
Two: wais
Aiyyo Hoss Wais is on this shit now
Crawl through your hood
Doing ten miles per hour on a sneak now
Window down a fourth of the way make the gun peak out
Just to send a message let four shots sneak out
Front I don't hesitate to reach now
You think you nice with your dealer, your contract could breach now
Chicken uses to front but they on my meat now
Catch me in the park after dark with seats down
I was known for ending beef by laying your fleet down
Now I'm known for hot shit one hundred degrees now
My style use to be just sick but its diseased now
Take a one on one to this catch ya freeze now
Death to enemies, life to the family
Peace to my killers up north who ever ran with me
I'm still moving with the canners g
For the money it's no problem catching a body and pleading insanity
(by Memphis Bleek instead of Wais)
Three: Memphis Bleek
Yo, Never put the heat down
Never creep without a three pound
Roll deep now
Speak with a street sound
Who fuckin with Bleek now
Seeing me don't eat how
I take from the fragile
I'm looking past trial blast out
If they ever rush the crackhouse
Throw the stash out
Blow the spot down
Pull the Path out
Leave no evedince
Gettin caught that's irrelevant
Sittin in the system with some drugs
I can't settle it
My belly full now so I went through the hood now
Look good now old beef is cook now in other words shook now
I put my thang down
Bleek still aim wild and slang vowels
I remain foul
Brave child thorough a bangout
Smoke weed and hangout
I duck thieves and plain cops
Game hot
Bubble hard on the same block
Jungle scars on cats moving that cocaine out
I went the thug route
My eight took the snub route
Tinted my truckout
Old drama I buffed out
No gun in curse words got you niggas shook
Cause I hurt Herbs and its the first
I'm a cat who get my money right
Cause ain't no fun in life If you ain't runnin right
I'm runnin lights in the black v
Find a rapper who can match Bleek send him to the bricks
I'm show em where the gats be
Motherfucker
It's real here
All you niggas know what the deal here
Yeah yeah
N dot motherfuckin "O" "W"
We niggas of the world
Ranjahz, Memphis Bleek
You fake cats die slow
We fuckin your ho's nigga
So while hate us they congratulate us
We out
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Cox, Nigel Leguerre, Malcolm Selwyn Byer
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