作曲 : Best, Compas, Cruz, Maston, Muir ...
Yea' ok...motherfkers wanna be gangsters now huh
This how we gon do it
Everybody thuggin now right...OK
This is that thunder five mossberg AR sh!t
Pearl handle black leather glove rubber grip
Buckshots hollow heads front cover sh!t
I'm on some other sh!t laying on the mothership
Advertised as a street wise Malaika
Feastin the Allen I's you beef and you paralyzed
Teddy P pumpin out the GT
In 93 n!ggas had it jumping in DC
A lot of dickriders got amongst us slipped by us
Bit a lot of sh!t but this is how you spit fire
Gut stroking four pound on the duck broking clutch toting
Hush or get your face bust the fk open
From floor level to the ice pebbles in the bezel
From pedal bikes to them Teterboro flight shuttles
Style sicker big quench through the Nile River
Now verbally versatile when I deliver n!gga
Snuffing, I'm hip hop all day
Used to hustle in the hood heavy, knock off trays
Had to scuffle for my blue Gazelle's ?cop door shades?
How ya'll n!ggas gon' fk with the A?
This is that thunder five mossberg AR sh!t
Pearl handle black leather glove rubber grip
Crowbar gem star on some other sh!t
My n!ggas love to flip never on that sucker sh!t
I rep rap for my n!ggas up in Cossack
For ya'll crab n!ggas this is how you clap back
Black beretta hot barrel like Miami weather
Homocides late 80's early 90's ever
N!ggas crime together get a run get time together
Never minor league I breed a different kind of cheddar
Chilly chill now chump fix your silly grill
Shit is still a fk around and tell me how the semi feel
I'm on some Farrakhan Conrad Elijah sh!t
From the bottom pit forming my conglomerate
A young dominant pro black Communist
Anonymous been rhyming since released on my recognizance
Now greater, 2 felonies later, the heat melody maker
The streets heavily favored, player
Pretty chicks clean kicks whips, creased in the jeans
My self esteem's like Idi Amin
For the cream I'm like Hakeem the Dream puffing my green
Guaranteed to get a ring for the team
I rep rap for my n!ggas up in Cossack
Green in comstop? knock with they last pack
Singin nap nap them kings they clap back
I'm just a fiend trying to bring this rap back...
This is that thunder five mossberg AR sh!t
Pearl handle black leather glove rubber grip
Crowbar gem star on some other sh!t
My n!ggas love to flip never on that sucker sh!t
I rep rap for my n!ggas up in Cossack
Green in comstop? knock with they last pack
Singin nap nap them kings they clap back
I'm just a feen trying to bring this rap back...
This is that thunder five mossberg AR sh!t
Pearl handle black leather glove rubber grip
Crowbar gem star on some other sh!t
My n!ggas love to flip never on that sucker sh!t

Yeah... poet, politician, playa when necessary
This is AZ, I'm your host for the evening
It's Magic Hour... how we gonna do this?
No stress, we on the sands in Tahiti
Bare chest, you bastards, 30 grand on the pinky
Respect, finesse movements like your hands in graffiti
Grey Goose, mixed with grape, cran and the kiwi
It's truth holds galore, rose gold, clothes galore
Take paper 'til they close the door
Either or, corner hustle or hustle on tour
To seen it all, nothing left but to stumble no more
And the sex is phantasm
Flow, campaigns 'em
Dough, can't change 'em
Courts, can't arraign 'em
It's sports, Titanium quartz, Iranian taught
I came to enforce, all the bangers is brought
Brought the bang at your fort, torch and tangle your thoughts
Scorch and stand if you're short, so of course
Just to chill and conversate, kneel and salaam alaik
Millions I'm trying to chase, illin' from out the gate
Get it right my feelings is not awake
Ducatti bikes, shipped from out of state
The pressure is on, the blunts is lit
My presence is strong, it's real I'm amongst the mix
The Wesson is long, I move like I'm on some sh!t
So testin' is wrong 'cause once guns is drawn, that's it
The beats the rap the game is done
We leave, we at, we smack, we bang them guns
We beat with bats, we scrap, we came, we come
So, peace to that he's back n!gga, one...
Yea, Chairman of the Board, man
Black Leader, the Mecca Don
El Presidente... Ladies and Gentlemen
All I do is bring the life to a dead game the moment I came
Under my umbrella, my flag, my name
If the ship leaving the port, cruise to the resort
You can't be serious baby, this is sport
Gotta make my rounds, head wolf of this pack
Till it's me an A' steppin' out of both sides of that Maybach
We can eat lovely, just don't interrupt me
And mix all this checkmate with that quiet money
I can see it all bubblin' the move is no troublin'
I'ma give you the plug and the Sosa
They all love CL, no jail for homie
Only gotta tell me one time, don't fk me Tony
Just buy weight fly straight and keep me right
And I don't care what I spend on security
It helps me sleep at night
See nothing sharp as me
You take it in air, you can't compare
To the initials engraved in my office chair
The boss is here, we deep in the game
You can't do it the same
You gotta bring a strong leash for your dame or pop up
Speaking of cheddar, me and son peak it together
Can't feel it's the real deal or let the meatballs meet the Beretta
Smellin' like fresh cut leather
Odd color called sarsaparilla
The curtain is drawn the seat's vanilla
Let him see heat forever
Taking that seat empowers
All you want in this Magic Hour

The fk is y'all n!ggas talking about
N!gga, we was young legends n!gga
In the spot all night, Air Force Ones, a hundred keys
Bulletproof vests, a whole cake, a flake
200 grams of bait and you just stand on the pot and do the Harlem Shake
That's why n!ggas die: they got 848's
For goodness sake, whatchu think? You the man?
You got a platinum chain? we sold so many grams
We had platinum hands, n!gga
And when coke went up, we had it for 27
When we was in these streets, it was like God in Heaven
I'm all about chilling, fam, house, car ceiling fans
Had a run, sold a nice amount of kilograms
Had my fun, really hate to have to kill a man
But, if I ain't feeling scrams, fk he gotta go
Could give a fk, got a whole lot a dough, plus
I'm on the low, got a whole lot of hoes, yep
Sucking and fking got me huffing and puffing
Cussing for nothing, clutching heat, bucking and ducking
But, understand I'm just surviving the game, man
And being broke ain't a part of the gameplan
Deep in it, walk, talk, sleep in it
Replenish, 3 minutes to start us something that's endless
Gotta be a wolf out here to get this motherfking money, man
Y'all n!ggas running around here tied together by love, trust, and respect
None of y'all be tied together by lust, fear, and greed and don't give a parakeet fk
Direct dispute, bad boys on the rise
Press the mute if your barrel width ain't quarter sized
Get lost if your thoughts is unorganized
The cost is short but I fought with the taller guys
Hate them loudmouths, n!ggas that wild out
Let off a few shots, hit nothing, then hide out
Get snitched on, surrounded and bribed out
Disarm misinform 'fore they find out
Time is up, state greens is laying for 'em
No liars to trust, since eighteen moms's playing for 'em
Shawty, this is real talk for ya
N!ggas will walk towards ya and Tom Sawyer your coil
What the fk you know about going the full fledged motherfking Oscars, n!gga. Get the wind beneath your feet and start dancing with the wolves like Kevin Costner
Made capo rank, n!gga
We was outsmarting people who was paid to think
We all balling to see the n!ggas is scoring or
Hearing that war up North, hearing the morgue is all
Trying to stay afloat with it
Become a part of the system, want to work and cope with it
Convert, it's smart thinking when the heart weaken
And the skin start to darken, body parts start squeaking
Stay creeping, that's my motto for the '04
Oversecure, prepare for that Cold War
Love the cashflow, the streets, the fast dough
The beef, the MAC blow, you sleep, you a$$hole
Don't stop 'til you paid or you knocked off
Laying in the box, I'm the greatest since Pac
N!gga this is Rilo Wonder, n!gga, the rap Rich Porter of the New World Order
And I've been in the game since I was too young to fk, n!gga
Playing the U-quartro-O-W n!gga
University of 40 Grove Street
And in that time, got a lot of real n!ggas
3 AZ's to be exact
One of them from Jersey, my man Darnell Horns just beat 5 murders in 2 week ? in the fed joint
Other one from Harlem, n!gga, AZ Faison
A transcender of the motherfking game
N!gga used to come through the 88 joint in '86
By the Rucker, throw a thousand dollars up in the air
Last but not least, Anthony Cruz, n!gga AKA Sosa
One of the greatest emcees to ever grace the motherfking microphone, n!gga
Now I feel he ain't reach his highest potential yet
I don't think it was the raps
Maybe it was the machine, the label or something that he was in
Maybe it was the management
But anyway, we ain't blaming no motherfking body, man
Cause y'all know AZ mean "Almighty zig zag knowledge wisdom understand and complete" n!gga
But today, that A stands for the law of inertia
Meaning wanting something to get out and it's so hot
The public need like a crackhead need his crack, a dope fiend need his dope, and it can't be muthafkin' stopped
So y'all need to go out and get this album, The Final Call
Before y'all miss one of the greatest rappers to ever grace the mic impeach their legacy