N.O.W. - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | N.O.W. - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Memphis Bleek |
| Artist | Da Ranjahz |
| Album | Coming Of Age |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Malcolm Selwyn Byer/Malik Thuston Cox/Nigel La Guerre | |
| (feat. Da Ranjahz) | |
| (Chorus repeat 2x) | |
| (Dark Half) | |
| I'm on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now | |
| Belly but I'm still starve can I eat now, live complete | |
| Now, told by the older god never put the heat down | |
| Verse One: Dark Half | |
| Far from reper humbo meat now fuck with | |
| The winners bitches listen when I speak | |
| Got on some rap shit find it hard to creep | |
| Now I'm on point and move deep more relete | |
| Could Clap you but ain't nothing like a baet down | |
| We swept down these streets now like community | |
| sevrivce reach your faith face defeat now we | |
| Hipadument get in your skin niggas want beef now | |
| Bring It on when we borm ain't no rebound the war on son | |
| No time for sleep now get your guns no surrender no retreat | |
| now you violated dog blood got alete ypur whole life is down hill intype | |
| Deep down its deep now watch and seperate | |
| The wolf from the sheep now | |
| May you rest ever last in peace regons compete | |
| This year isare year knowlegde | |
| Chorus(Wais instead of Dark Half) | |
| verse Two: wais | |
| Aiyyo, half Wais is on this crawl thorough | |
| Doing ten miles per on a sneak with no doubt | |
| In for way make the gun peak out just to sent a | |
| Message let for shots sneak out front I don't | |
| Hesitate to reach now you think you nice but | |
| Your dealer, your contract can conpreach now | |
| Chicken uses to front but they on my meat now | |
| Catch me in the park after dark with seats down | |
| I was known for emeny layin your feet down | |
| Now I'm known for shit one hundred degrees | |
| Now my style use to be just sick but its diesease | |
| Now take a one on one to this catch ya freeze now | |
| Death to enemys, life to thw family peace to my | |
| Killers up north who ever ran with me I'm still moving | |
| With the canners g for the money there no problem | |
| Pleanin the asanding | |
| Chorus (by Memphis Bleek instead of Wais) | |
| Verse Three: Memphis Bleek | |
| Yo, Never put the heat down creep without a Three pound | |
| Roll deep now speak with a street sound who fuckin with bleek | |
| Now Seeind me dom't eat how I take from the fradout I'm looking | |
| Pass trial blast out if they ever rush the crackhouse throw the | |
| Stash out blow the spot pull a pathout leave no evedince | |
| Gettin caught that arellvne sittn in the system with some drugs I | |
| Can't settle it my belly full now so I went thorough hood now, | |
| Look good now old beef is cook now in other words shook now I | |
| Put my thing down bleek still aim wild and slang vows I remain brave | |
| Child thorough a bangout smoke and hangout I duck thevies and play | |
| Cops game ,hot bubble hard jungle scar them cat mving the cocaine I went | |
| The thug route my eight the snug route ten in my truckout old | |
| Drum I bluff out no gun in curse words got you niggas cause | |
| I heard heard and its first I'm a cat who get my money right | |
| cause ain't fun in life If you runnin I'm runnin lite in the bslck v | |
| Find a rapper who can match bleek sent him to the brooks (Brooklyn) | |
| I'm show em where the gats be mothersfucker |
| zuo ci : Malcolm Selwyn Byer Malik Thuston Cox Nigel La Guerre | |
| feat. Da Ranjahz | |
| Chorus repeat 2x | |
| Dark Half | |
| I' m on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now | |
| Belly but I' m still starve can I eat now, live complete | |
| Now, told by the older god never put the heat down | |
| Verse One: Dark Half | |
| Far from reper humbo meat now fuck with | |
| The winners bitches listen when I speak | |
| Got on some rap shit find it hard to creep | |
| Now I' m on point and move deep more relete | |
| Could Clap you but ain' t nothing like a baet down | |
| We swept down these streets now like community | |
| sevrivce reach your faith face defeat now we | |
| Hipadument get in your skin niggas want beef now | |
| Bring It on when we borm ain' t no rebound the war on son | |
| No time for sleep now get your guns no surrender no retreat | |
| now you violated dog blood got alete ypur whole life is down hill intype | |
| Deep down its deep now watch and seperate | |
| The wolf from the sheep now | |
| May you rest ever last in peace regons compete | |
| This year isare year knowlegde | |
| Chorus Wais instead of Dark Half | |
| verse Two: wais | |
| Aiyyo, half Wais is on this crawl thorough | |
| Doing ten miles per on a sneak with no doubt | |
| In for way make the gun peak out just to sent a | |
| Message let for shots sneak out front I don' t | |
| Hesitate to reach now you think you nice but | |
| Your dealer, your contract can conpreach now | |
| Chicken uses to front but they on my meat now | |
| Catch me in the park after dark with seats down | |
| I was known for emeny layin your feet down | |
| Now I' m known for shit one hundred degrees | |
| Now my style use to be just sick but its diesease | |
| Now take a one on one to this catch ya freeze now | |
| Death to enemys, life to thw family peace to my | |
| Killers up north who ever ran with me I' m still moving | |
| With the canners g for the money there no problem | |
| Pleanin the asanding | |
| Chorus by Memphis Bleek instead of Wais | |
| Verse Three: Memphis Bleek | |
| Yo, Never put the heat down creep without a Three pound | |
| Roll deep now speak with a street sound who fuckin with bleek | |
| Now Seeind me dom' t eat how I take from the fradout I' m looking | |
| Pass trial blast out if they ever rush the crackhouse throw the | |
| Stash out blow the spot pull a pathout leave no evedince | |
| Gettin caught that arellvne sittn in the system with some drugs I | |
| Can' t settle it my belly full now so I went thorough hood now, | |
| Look good now old beef is cook now in other words shook now I | |
| Put my thing down bleek still aim wild and slang vows I remain brave | |
| Child thorough a bangout smoke and hangout I duck thevies and play | |
| Cops game , hot bubble hard jungle scar them cat mving the cocaine I went | |
| The thug route my eight the snug route ten in my truckout old | |
| Drum I bluff out no gun in curse words got you niggas cause | |
| I heard heard and its first I' m a cat who get my money right | |
| cause ain' t fun in life If you runnin I' m runnin lite in the bslck v | |
| Find a rapper who can match bleek sent him to the brooks Brooklyn | |
| I' m show em where the gats be mothersfucker |
| zuò cí : Malcolm Selwyn Byer Malik Thuston Cox Nigel La Guerre | |
| feat. Da Ranjahz | |
| Chorus repeat 2x | |
| Dark Half | |
| I' m on my feet now, shit never was it sweet now | |
| Belly but I' m still starve can I eat now, live complete | |
| Now, told by the older god never put the heat down | |
| Verse One: Dark Half | |
| Far from reper humbo meat now fuck with | |
| The winners bitches listen when I speak | |
| Got on some rap shit find it hard to creep | |
| Now I' m on point and move deep more relete | |
| Could Clap you but ain' t nothing like a baet down | |
| We swept down these streets now like community | |
| sevrivce reach your faith face defeat now we | |
| Hipadument get in your skin niggas want beef now | |
| Bring It on when we borm ain' t no rebound the war on son | |
| No time for sleep now get your guns no surrender no retreat | |
| now you violated dog blood got alete ypur whole life is down hill intype | |
| Deep down its deep now watch and seperate | |
| The wolf from the sheep now | |
| May you rest ever last in peace regons compete | |
| This year isare year knowlegde | |
| Chorus Wais instead of Dark Half | |
| verse Two: wais | |
| Aiyyo, half Wais is on this crawl thorough | |
| Doing ten miles per on a sneak with no doubt | |
| In for way make the gun peak out just to sent a | |
| Message let for shots sneak out front I don' t | |
| Hesitate to reach now you think you nice but | |
| Your dealer, your contract can conpreach now | |
| Chicken uses to front but they on my meat now | |
| Catch me in the park after dark with seats down | |
| I was known for emeny layin your feet down | |
| Now I' m known for shit one hundred degrees | |
| Now my style use to be just sick but its diesease | |
| Now take a one on one to this catch ya freeze now | |
| Death to enemys, life to thw family peace to my | |
| Killers up north who ever ran with me I' m still moving | |
| With the canners g for the money there no problem | |
| Pleanin the asanding | |
| Chorus by Memphis Bleek instead of Wais | |
| Verse Three: Memphis Bleek | |
| Yo, Never put the heat down creep without a Three pound | |
| Roll deep now speak with a street sound who fuckin with bleek | |
| Now Seeind me dom' t eat how I take from the fradout I' m looking | |
| Pass trial blast out if they ever rush the crackhouse throw the | |
| Stash out blow the spot pull a pathout leave no evedince | |
| Gettin caught that arellvne sittn in the system with some drugs I | |
| Can' t settle it my belly full now so I went thorough hood now, | |
| Look good now old beef is cook now in other words shook now I | |
| Put my thing down bleek still aim wild and slang vows I remain brave | |
| Child thorough a bangout smoke and hangout I duck thevies and play | |
| Cops game , hot bubble hard jungle scar them cat mving the cocaine I went | |
| The thug route my eight the snug route ten in my truckout old | |
| Drum I bluff out no gun in curse words got you niggas cause | |
| I heard heard and its first I' m a cat who get my money right | |
| cause ain' t fun in life If you runnin I' m runnin lite in the bslck v | |
| Find a rapper who can match bleek sent him to the brooks Brooklyn | |
| I' m show em where the gats be mothersfucker |
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