Memory Lane (Sittin' In Da Park) - Clean Album Version

Aight, - that -, word, word
- that other -, y'know what I'm sayin'?
We gonna do a lil somethin' like this
Y'know what I'm sayin'? (Stay up on that -)
Keep it on and on and on and on and
Know'm sayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God, what is it?
(It's like) Haha, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, go ahead and rip that -, dun

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies, and prisoners
Hennessy-holders and old-school -, then I be dissin' a
Unofficial that - Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a -head cutie pie
Jungle survivor, f- who's the live-r
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented with formality
My duration's infinite, money-wise 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 - for his sheep coat
Choco blunts'll make me see him drop in my - -
It's real, grew up a trife life, the times of white lines, the high pipes
Murderous night times and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, cold 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 -, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rollin' match, from craps to cee-lo
With side-bets, so roll a deuce, nothin' below
(Peace, God) Peace, God, now the s- is explained
I'm takin' - 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

"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"

One for the money
Two for - and foreign cars
Three for Alizé, - d- or behind bars
I rap divine, God
Check the prognosis, is it real or showbiz?
My window faces -outs, drug overdoses
Live amongst no roses, only the drama
For real, a -plate is my fate, my medicine is the -
Here's my basis, my razor embraces many faces
You're telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces
Peoples are petro, dramatic - - 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' -, uncorrect bails for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
I 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 - to dingbats
They spoke of Fat Cat, that - name made bell rings, black
Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin
Yo, fuck, rap is real, watch the - stand still
Never talkin' to snakes, 'cause the words of man kill
True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my vein
I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane

"Now, let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Now, let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"Now let me take a trip down memory lane"
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"

"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is..."
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is..."
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is..."
"Comin' outta Queensbridge"
"The most dangerous MC is..."
"Me number one, and you know where me from"