MATHEMATICS

MATHEMATICS - Alwayz N.Y. lyrics

(feat. Buddha Bless, Icarus, Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa,)

[Intro: Movie sample]

Hey wait a minute, man, what about me?

Hey wait a minute, y'all got.

Y'all play a role in a racket flow

It was an act of God

I don't know what kind of act it was

I don't know how a junkie bust into my room and stole my TV

Hey, it wasn't me, man

Why ain't you out here arrestin' him?

Instead of runnin' him out

It was me, I confess! I confess!

Dead story, a respectable workin' person can't even walk 5 minutes

on the street without somethin' happenin'

All you cops don't do nothin'!

Junkier than police, one right behind the other with his hand out

Oh, baby, he's gonna get rid of both of you cops

[Chorus: Buddha Bless]

Ayo, we always gon' hit heads left and right

We always gon' get dumb skets to fight

We always smoke and drink to set shit right

Yo it's always gon' be left, to we left the light

[Buddha Bless]

We always gon' be thug niggaz and see drug figures

Always gon' be stuck on the block, fuckin' with cops

Always gon' get McGirts, liftin' skirts

Turn around and let the click just work

We always gon' be chasin' cash, racin' fast

Like we don't need life yo

It's always gon' be street life

We always gon' bank the dough, spank the hoe

Drink some Mo', you better act like you think you know

It's always gon' be Queens N.Y

Always gon' be scenes when men die

We always gon' be doin' time for doin' crimes

It's always gon' be in Riker's Island

We always gon' be "life is wildin"

We always gon' be puffed out, mobbed out

With your bitch gettin' dogged out

And the click gettin' slobbed out

Love between thugs, it's love between clubs

It's always gon' be, like the giddy, it's always ownin' me

We always gon' shake the dice, stay laced in ice

Talk the Judas down when we hate the price

Always gon' keep it funky

It's always gon' be grungy

We always gon' eat cuz we always gon' be Hungry

We always gon' grab the dick, try to bag a chick

And walk around with a grill like we mad at shit

We always gon' be in project hallways

Crowdin' up the doorways, drownin' up the Jorday's

We always gon' be naughty

Liberty bassly, forty, niggaz be crazy, whodi

Always.

[Chorus x0.75]

[Buddha Bless]

Yo it's a..

[Masta Killa]

....warnin', East New York niggaz formin'

Beats say Bang Ya Head, Sister Sledge

War dance with the wild Apache Indian

Get Tom machine gun, fast car, big engine

Few squads for the back massage, head job

Then it's back to business

Murder one, leave no witness

Snatch mic, bash face and fight

Red light scope at night

Movin' through the Snow dressed in White

It's the ninja from the rooftop site

Aim for the brain, snipe from the buildin' across the boulevard

Hit him from a hundred yards

I just got a type from 'Preme behind bars

Peace God, you beat niggaz up, I suppose

Sixteen metal machine I still hold

Shoot snub from ear lobe

Fortified rich with Twelve Jewelz of Islam

Walk humble and calm

Newspaper under the arm conceal arms

[U-God]

You want it rough? That Hellfire stuff?

Poisonous mics, yo make the party jump

Delicious, the funk, make your heart pump

Told ya, soldiers get over the hump

Your arms are too short boy you don't wanna rump

with U-God the grump, van, black truck

Ha, heavy on the grams, every man back up

Niggaz act up, let the style spin

This is Knockout Kings 2000 again

Let the style in for a few proud men

Clifton Project, rugged grain Shaolin

Women in the bed, wolves are fed

Same Wu Chamber that Bang Ya Head

Aim with the stainless, hang like dreads

Dirty at the game but the same celebs

[Chorus]

[Icarus]

Yo, yo, yo

Is it the hate that make me sip the Hennessey straight?

Then go and leave my enemy face, simply erase

Make me hop out the Benz with the Tennessee plates

Make me run up in ya house shoutin', "Empty the safe"

Or could it be love? Make be rock the hoodie and gloves

Wonder if Snoop wasn't Crip, would he be Blood?

Or maybe it's where I'm from, Bushwick

That got me wearin' my gun everywhere that I come

Why your chick got my pubic hair on her tongue

Uh-huh, if you wanna see the light, nigga, stare at the sun

Can it be my older days that gave me my colder ways?

Blowin' strays at your rollerblades

Whatever it be, that make me take your leather and flee

Evidently, livin' legal never was me

[Inspectah Deck]

Yo we livin' it, lovin' every minute, won't quit it

Hollow points aim with your first name printed

In it for the money, never did it for love

Made a few enemies, couldn't limit the slugs

Never talk much, got ways of handlin' such

The enforcer, cause the police to rush

On the daily, rarely seen, often heard

You can spot me in the Hill layin' off of the curb

On the verge of snatchin' up ya crown and throne

While I walk through the heart of the Hell and call it home

Shao' borough Commando, style thorough

Wild like a convict lose on the furlo [echoes]

[movie sample]

Oh baby he's gonna get rid of both y'all cops

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