Artist: AZ (the Visualiza) Album: Doe or Die Song: Your World Don't Stop I wake up to them rapping tunes every afternoon, I'll be home soon I see the board sometime after june. met a couple of convicts, that's way beyond sick it seems they dig my style, cause I be on some don shit. laid back, I ran into some brothers from wayback those that I dig there be others black - i'm real unclear on what he actually says here I don't say jack I stay in tune with the stars sun and moon because behind bars your doomed if your mind can't consume plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical rain and without knowledge of self how else can a criminal change? and being locked up ain't the life of me shit is way too trife for me "you're coming home soon% sounds so nice to me But you can bet, i'm bouncing out with mad props and if I get chopped, and knocked Baby Pop my world don't stop And in here it makes us all the same for blowing backs out five to fifteen see you in the bean till they max out mis behavin, acting uncivilized like cavemen I witness bravemen, that gave inside(?) minds turn to gay men nobody's playin crimes of prisoners supposed to be preying(?) on some low shit layin sleep get yo ho shit banged in hangin who's to warn you outta the hell these inmates gone through from the 3 halves of a four group(?) doubt if anyone is normal and overall it's hard to call who would try to play you one kid from my tomb caught a carved spoon through his navel nothing can save you even C.O's try to grave you it's painful to even know those that are most faithful, will betray you I lay lo-key cause I ain't heard the least try and get out early on work release praying the system will work with me cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot so I rock that ain't my plot baby pop my world don't stop so until that dayi'm discharged and set free fuck who's going sex me, my mind is more based on making my next G now let's see nothing on me as a juvenile no more moving foul, the penile possesses me with a smoother style Blessing my mental with mathematics to map shit, through graphics fuck it, I ain't with hustling backwards So wiser man, with ideas and liver plans more mature and for sure I saw all my eyes could stand sit and try to design these words of mine to define what occurs when you're serving time freshness blurs the mind behind bars, scars are signs of hard times i'm trapping myself inbetween these lines cause I ain't trying to see three hots(?) and a cot so I rock that ain't my plot baby pop my world don't stop Artist: AZ (the Visualiza) f/ Missjones Album: Doe or Die Song: Sugarhill Chorus: i wanna chill (Chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely) AZ's for real (oh he's for real) he's for real (its so lovely sippin on bubbly) At times i wanna watch out the Mariot, zoning on owning co-ops, foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch, formulating up plots ta escape from Salems lock cuz its scorching hot, making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, Pataki, got all kinds of undercovers coming at me, perhaps he, won't be happy, til they snatch me, and place me where half slacks be, sitting in Catsaki, but never me, see, my destiny ta be forever free, in ecstacy, on a hill that awaits for me, so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush, vivid enough ta make living this a must, plus this is real CHORUS first line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby) second line & (ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money put the grants in the safe, cuz we spending the jacksons, the washingtons go to wify, ya know how we do) No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubberbands, i'm a recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me seeking for oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain't promised, I'm as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a Costa Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing the finest fabrics tailors ever made, me and my team, carrabeans forseen, i guess being down for so long i'm all in store ta see my dreams Chorus so until i see past the green pasture, me being supreme master, ain't much more life ta feind after, but another chapter, a new way of life to adap ta, cuz these streets a gas ya,and have ya caught up in the rapture de ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously aware plus political, cuz though they claim that every man created equal whats his native people, find it harder for nights to sleep through, but once established we living lavish, like the house of versi, paris, i gotta have it, it so plus, just ta visualize is like a coke rush, vivid enough, ta make living this a must, plu this is real Chorus 3x ending: its so crazy im down wit AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly its so crazy jones and AZ, its so lovely sippin on bubbly I wanna chill on sugar hill baby I wanna chill on sugar hill baby I wanna chill, I wanna chill, I wanna chill on sugar hill baby Sugar Hill Artist: AZ (the Visualiza) f/ Raekwon the Chef Album: Doe or Die 12" Song: Doe or Die (RZA remix) (Raekwon) This veteran's charge, soon to have a whiley garage Yea, demand the land, I want a jet black discovery recovery, big time See when you, when you start fuking wit my shit like that You're taking on a natural high see what I'm saying Shit is natural (yea no doubt) shit is like baking a cake Know what I mean, like squeezing a hand joint (word up design, designing) Know what I'm saying, Doe or Die style kid, the remix (Both) Yo, yo I roll wit brothers who puff dust lust plus A + conniving cash you can't trust Yo, these avalanche rock throwers, granola holders Style is steady ready like a military soldier Wu Killa Bee plus Sosa, AZ Two SC's, Doe or die style, let's see Yo, the track's banging like an armaretta shake son Take some, 50 on whatever we make son (Raekwon) Yo now let me show you how my whole team operate Cooperate, tie you up, drop you on the Tri-state What up, my whole style is camoflage The veteran's charge, bagging all these shorties up in sport cars When we react, it's like Mafia, keep jims rocking ya Czechoslovakia, Khadafi the diamonds What soulsa La costra da nostra Snap a flick of this Chef, double exposure (AZ) Who's the wickedest, street officialist, Guess, Gortex Lex is the crispiest, ice the vidiculous Peep and look, the unexplainable'll keep ya shook High illism, the realism got you hooked So let's lay law cause only fat cats play raw Let this ?a pour? 'cause taking his paper's all I claim for The resurrection 86 cartel connection Raid your section, el's twist to a perfection (Raekwon) Primetime, genuine, shine, Lex seat recline Yo, Vine, he ran up on me wit a nine, he's mine I won't play, Gamma ray spray Rae, he tried to pray He threw a grand away, yo, I plan a day to drive his land away Doe or die, right, light up the time my ?feet? was gear high Showing love to niggaz on the inside (AZ) Black supreme, high king, mine shine like high beams We be that Don ?queen? seems you take time in a hygiene My line ?queen?, Italian gator, boast made of fiend Check the Firm team, names internationally reign Triple X large, duplex wit a garage Gold Express Cards plus enuff sex to bless the Gods So let's play, catch me in a Motown Cafe Cap on half way, sipping OJ and ?cram on lye? Doe or die way, ?corosea?