Memory Lane (Sittin’ In Da Park)

Lyrics

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro: Grand Wizard] (Check that shit) Aight, fuck that shit, word, word Fuck that other shit, you know what I'm sayin'? We gon' do a lil' somethin' like this, you know what I'm sayin'? (Stay up on that shit) Keep it on and on and on and on and Know what I'm sayin'? Big Nas Grand Wizard, God, what is it? (It's like) Haha, you know what I'm sayin'? Yo, go ahead, rip that shit, dunn [Verse 1: Nas] I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie Jungle survivor, fuck 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 shot for his sheep coat Choco blunts'll make me see him drop in my weed smoke It's real, grew up a trife life, the times of white lines, the high pipes Murderous night times and knife fights and blight crimes Chill on the block with Cognac, cold strapped With my peeps that's into drug money market into rap No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace For niggas, 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 shit is explained I'm takin' niggas on a trip straight through memory lane It's like that, y'all [Chorus: Biz Markie & Craig G] Now, let me take a trip down memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge Now, let me take a trip down memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge Now, let me take a trip down memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge Now, let me take a trip down memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge [Verse 2: Nas] One for the money, two for pussy and foreign cars Three for Alizé, niggas deceased or behind bars I rap divine, God, check the prognosis — is it real or showbiz? My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses Live amongst no roses, only the drama For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja Here's my basis; my razor embraces many faces Your telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces Peoples are petro, dramatic, automatic .44 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' niggas, 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 smack to dingbats They spoke of Fat Cat; that nigga's 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 herbs 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 [Chorus: Biz Markie & Craig G] Now, let me take a trip down memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge Now, let me take a trip down memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge Now, let me take a trip down memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge Now, let me take a trip down memory lane Comin' out of Queensbridge [Outro: Nas & Craig G] Comin' outta-a-a-outta-a-a-outta Queensbridge The most dangerous MC is Comin' outta-a-a-outta-a-a-outta Queensbridge The most dangerous MC is Comin' outta-a-a-a-a-outta Queensbridge The most dangerous MC is Comin' outta-a-a-a-a-a-outta Queensbridge The most dangerous MC is Me number one, and you know where me from