Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays (RIP Prodigy) – Mobb Deep – “Trife Life”

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1995, Albert Johnson, Atlanta, Blue Hurt, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, California, East Coast, East Coast Hip-Hop, Georgia, hardcore hip hop, Havoc, Hempstead, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Music, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Kejuan Muchita, Key Yemaya Walker, Keypsiia, Keypsiia Walker, Keypsiia Yemaya Walker, Mobb Deep, music, New York, New York City, Norman Connors, Prodigy, Queens, Queensbridge, Rap, Sacramento, The Infamous, Trife Life, You Are My Starship

Check it out now..
Word up Son, s–t is ill kid..
Knahmsayin? Bein that we livin the motherf–kin trife life
Don’t have another day right?
It’s only right
Let me put you on to what happens Son, never believe this s–t
Kick that s–t

[Prodigy]
It’s just another day, drownin my troubles with a forty
That’s when I got the call from this brownskin shorty
She asked me where’s my crew at? Said we could do whatever
She got her crew too, and said that we should get together
I said, “Aight — just call me back in a hour
so I can take a shower and gather up the manpower”
Then I hung up the horn
And I thought to myself that it might be on
Cause this trick ain’t pick up the phone to call me in years (Why?)
Ever since I left the hoe lonely in tears
Ain’t no tellin what her friends puttin up in her ears
Ideas of settin me up, I’m not tryin ta hear
(Check it out, Son) So we take the gats for precautions
Plus this trick live in Brooklyn, home of the coffin
She might got a whole batallion of Bucktowners
Waitin for us to get up off the train and surround us
Or maybe, I’m blowin this s–t out of proportion
But this s–t do happen, to n—az very often
So f–k it, a n—a gotta do what he meant to
My crew got my back, f–k the world is my mental
We put together five soldiers, the bitch called
My blood curdled, told me to meet her on Myrtle
Got to the plaza, we’re waitin for the G train
We put a plan together, just in case the beef came

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Black Moon – “Who Got Da Props?”

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1993, 5ft, A3C, A3C Hip-Hop Festival, Blue Hurt, Boot Camp, Boot Camp Clik, Brooklyn, Brothers who Lyrically Act and Combine Kickin Music Out On Nations, Buckshot, Buckshot Shorty, Bushwick, Chapel Hill, D&D Studios, Da Beatminerz, DJ Evil Dee of Da Beatminerz, Drew "Dru Ha" Friedman, Duck Down Records, E1 Entertainment Distribution, East Coast, East Coast Hip-Hop, Enta Da Stage, Evil Dee, Ewart Dewgarde, hardcore hip hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Music, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Kenyatta Blake, Key Yemaya Walker, Keypsiia, Keypsiia Walker, Keypsiia Yemaya Walker, Life, music, Nervous, New York, New York City, North Carolina, Priority Records, Rawkus, The BDI Thug (Beady-Eyed Thug), UNC, UNC Chapel Hill, United States, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, Who Got Da Props?

[Verse 1: Buckshot]
Put up, what up, BO BO BO!
Suckers want to flow but they got no show
So I’mma grab the mic, flip a script, and leave ya stunned
Buckshot’s the one that gets the job done
Mic check, I get paid to wreck your set
Get ready and jet, cause I’m a threat to your fret
No holds barred, and complete move fakers
Best to play the back and watch your girl, I might take her
If she’s a crab I’mma diss her then slide
If she try to riff I got my Smith on my side
Word to God, here I come so make way
Rugged and rough, killing your set every day
Microphone check 1, 2, here we go
And I’mma let you know, who got the flow
Spitting my verbs like an automatic weapon
Suckers keep stepping, cause I’mma let you know

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Heltah Skeltah – “I Ain’t Having That” feat Redman and Doc Holiday RIP Sean Price

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1998, Atlanta, Blue Hurt, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Brooklyn, Brownsville, California, Cuzin Bawb, Doc Holiday, Duck Down, Duck Down Records, East Coast Hip-Hop, EMI Records, hardcore hip hop, Hennessey, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, I Ain't Having That, Jack the Rapper, Key Yemaya Walker, Keypsiia Walker, kielbasa, KRS-One, Magnum Force, MFC, Mystical, New Orleans, New York, New York City, October, OGC, Originoo Gunn Clappaz, Producer, Rapper, Redman, Reggie Noble, rock, Ruck, Sacramento, Sean Du-Val Price, Sean Price, Starang, Starang Wondah, USA, Wu-Tang Clan

They don’t like us
Word up
They don’t like us
They ain’t gotta like us f–k them son

Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin’ your a-s upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke, tell ’em how we doin’ this
Stop the whole s–t just to big up my newness

(Now, by all means)
I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit b’out it ’bout it Mystikal
(Starang, we been missin’ you)
Last year ATL we almost got physical

I can’t talk, now, read about it in the interview
(While y’all up in D&D)
I caught two and three stitches
I was still gettin’ b—hes in the tunnel takin’ pictures
In the mazda listenin’ to ‘Kris, I Got Next’
I wanted hot sex, so I ran and got the Lex

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Noreaga feat Nas – “Body In The Trunk”

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1998, actor, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Body in the Trunk, Capone-N-Noreaga, CNN, Criteria Studios, Dame Grease, East Coast Hip-Hop, Electric Lady Studios, Florida, gangsta rap, hardcore hip hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Key Yemaya Walker, Miami, music, Nas, Nasir Bin Olu Dara Jones, Nasty Nas, New York, New York City, Noreaga, P.A.P.I., Penalty Records, Queens, Queensbridge, Rapper, reggaeton, sampler, U.S., United States, Victor Santiago Jr., Vocals

[Verse 1]
[Noreaga]
Got out the mall yo
This weeded cat rockin a fade
In my face askin can he see the grenade
I woulda let him see it
The way he came across yo I said nah, beat it
Steph told me buck him
When I reacted Will said chill f–k him
Yo it’ a small world ya know that we’ll see him again
He said f–k you
I said what, repeat it again

[Nas]
Chill son you’e weeded again
Slow down god you’re speedin again
Face lookin like you’re fiendin for Hen
Who that wit you, hide the gat yo n—a come here
You got a pistol that must mean you slingin again

[Noreaga]
Hey yo f–k it yo, I bucked him son
Cause he was on some stupid s–t
Thinking he the real thing
When he was just a duplicate
Saying that he hate our clique
Hate our s–t
Hate the Firm album and the CNN clique
He said he hate you and wish you ain’t have a six
He had coliseum jewelry no Tito tricks

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Boot Camp Clik feat. Illa Noyz – “Illa Noyz”

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1997, Black Moon, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Boogie Brown, Boot Camp Clik, Brooklyn, Brownsville, Buckshot, Da Beatminerz, Duck Down Records, East Coast Hip-Hop, Evil Dee, Flipmode, For the People, hardcore hip hop, Heltah Skeltah, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Music, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Illa Noyz, Key Yemaya Walker, Lord Have Mercy, Macarena, Mr. Walt, music, New York, O.G.C., Priority Records, Rampage, rock, Ruck, Sean Price, Shawn J. Period, Spliff Star, Underground hip hop

[ Illa Noyz ]
You didn’t know so let it flow my slang bang ya
Crews move to my tunes before the Macarena
Consider it danger
Mongol slay it, play a beat like a perfect stranger
Simple and plain give me the lane-ahh
Catch the beat like grand groove
My hustle is mad smooth
Tight platoon since the rise of the black moon
Since you assume, youve seen my sun shining
And O.G.C you notice me with Heltah Skeltah vibing
Wack venetian blinding
Wreck from mine, charged for manslaughtering at times
The Bucktown Judy
Flow like a swan with rhymes, who you be?
The Illa
You feel me in your inner
I deliver deadly like postmen
Im holding
Hold up thats an understatement
When the beats break it aint no move faking
Im more them FBI guys with the rude awakening
Further contemplation
May lead to some titles being taken
When its Noyz your facing
Your placed in a stressful situation

Chorus: Illa Noyz and Heltah Skeltah
And it does
Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
Yes it does
Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
Yeah it does
Sound ill like noise in Brownsville
Yes it does
Sound ill like noise in Brownsville

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – GZA/Genius feat Inspectah Deck & D’Angelo – “Cold World (RZA Remix)”

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1995, 1996, 4th Disciple, actor, Allah Justice, Angeles Records, Babygrande, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Brooklyn, Cold Chillin', Cold World, Cold World (RZA Remix), D'Angelo, Dot Da Genius, East Coast Hip-Hop, Frank Zappa, Gary Grice, Geffen, Geffen Records, Geffen/MCA, Genius/GZA, GZA, GZA Entertainment, hardcore hip hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, In The Rain, Inspectah Deck, Jason Hunter, JUSTICE, Key Yemaya Walker, Koch, Life, Liquid Swords, Loud, Lyricist, Maximillion, MCA, Michael Eugene Archer, music, New York, New York City, Park Hill Projects, Plastic People, Producer, Rapper, Relativity, Rocket Love, RZA, songwriter, SRC, Staten Island, Stevie Wonder, The Bronx, The Dramatics, The Genius, the Head, traffic, United States, Universal Republic, Urban Icon, Wu-Tang Clan

Intro: (first three lines LP only)

I had a bad dream
Don’t be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams
What a time you chose to be born in…

Babies crying brothers dying and brothers getting knocked
S–t is deep on the block and you got me locked down
in this cold, cold world…

Verse One: The GZA

It was the night before New Year’s, and all through the f–kin projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I’m stuck, by enemies who put fear
and blasted on the spot before the pigs were there
You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight f–k blue and white
They escape before them flash the f–kin lights
Gunshots, shatter first floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game
Whether broke callisthenic, any style you set it
Beat n—az toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the sides thugs took no excuses
Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless
Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats
Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
Against those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold
and squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
Destruction worker, who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was hangin from his Farmer’s
And it’s bugged how some n—az catch slugs

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Genius/GZA – “Liquid Swords”

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100 Greatest Hip-Hop Albums, 1995, 4th Disciple, Angeles Records, Babygrande, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Blue Lines Coachella Weekend 2012, Brooklyn, Coachella, Coachella 2012, Coachella Valley, Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival, Cold Chillin', college, DC-Milestone Comics, Denys Cowan, DJ Muggs, Easy Mo Bee, Geffen, Geffen/MCA Records, Genius, Genius/GZA, Geoffrey L. Garfield, Gold, Groovin', GZA, GZA Entertainment, GZA GrafX, hardcore hip hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Intro, Key Yemaya Walker, Liquid Swords, Loud, MCA, Mercy, music, New York, November, October, October 10, RZA, Shaolin, Shogun Assassin, Soul Assassins, Staten Island, The Black Keys, United States, Willie Mitchell, Wu-Gambinos, Wu-Tang Clan

Intro Two: RZA

See, sometimes…
You gotta flash em back
See n—az don’t know where this s–t started
Y’all know where it came from
I’m sayin we gonna take y’all back to the source
We bounce, yo

Chorus: RZA, GZA

When the MC’s came, to live our their name
And to perform (forrrrm)
Some had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne)
with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
that the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn)
with the building to be born
Yo RZA flip the track with the what to gut
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH

Verse One:

Fake n—az get flipped
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clown
S–t is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
on some wild out s–t, to insert a fiend
But it was yo out the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
S–t’s played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That’s minimum, and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt

Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays – Big Pun feat Inspectah Deck & Prodigy – “Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy)”

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1998, Big Pun, Big Punisher, Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Capital Punishment, Cypress Hill, East Coast Hip-Hop, Eric B & Rakim, gangsta rap, Gary Burton, Hamburger Hill, hardcore hip hop, Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop Quotable, Hip-Hop Quotable Wednesdays, Horrorcore, Inspectah Deck, Key Yemaya Walker, Latin hip hop, Loud Records, Mafioso rap, Mobb Deep, music, Prodigy, Protect Ya Neck, Queensbridge, Raekwon, Rakim, Red Dawn, RZA, Scarface, Shaolin, Terror Squad, The Bronx, The Rebel INS, The RZA, Tony Montana, Tres Leches (Triboro Trilogy), Wu-Tang Clan

[Featuring Inspectah Deck, Prodigy]
“Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned…” –>
Rakim

(repeat 2X)
“Wake you up and as I stare in your…” (repeat 2X)
“I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned”
[Prodigy] Remember P, the one you got your whole style from?
“I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned”
[Prodigy] Remember me, the one you got your rhyme style from?
“I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned”
[Prodigy] Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?
“Yo it’s the P” *cut and scratched*

Verse One: Prodigy
Yo, disperse from off this, who the culprits
that claim to be the newest, rap n’ bulls–t
My rhymes, get Ruger endorsements, my song boost
and the tech sales through the ceiling, let’s talk with guns
Convo til the po-lice come
Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match
First max like it’s Hamburger Hill for real
It’s Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on, my outfit
stuck on some wild out s–t, all about it
We move gambit, through the overcrowded
Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips
Point the nozzle and shift your back disc
Me and the click-a, sit down and eat dinner
Wake up every mornin write a new banger
that strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P
or the H-A-V-O-C, n—a