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"