The Alchemist

[fox69]

"Keep The Heels On"
(feat. Prodigy)



Yeah, yeah
You got that body body
Right now I'm going at you
Later I'm tryna splack you
Keep your heels on, keep them heels on
Take them clothes off but keep your heels on
Yeah, yeah

Girl, I wanna make you cry
I wanna make you scream
I wanna make you sweat
Make you wet when you dream
Pick you up at lunch so we could do the backseat
Can't concentrate at work, you thinkin' 'bout P
Killin' it, tip drillin' it, I'm spillin' it
All over the place, that milk, got her feelin' it
Your man never made your body shake like that
Bet he don't know his girl make her face like that
Offa long dick, hock spit in her ass crack
While I long dickeded it, yeah, from the back, uh
Honey's sophisticated, mommy raised her like a lady
Bet every woman got a freak inside 'em going crazy
Only way to pop it off, you hit 'em with the proper talk
They put they guard down and give a nigga what we want
Roll a blunt, pour a drink, nigga, get the buzz going
Keep 'em talking, don't let 'em think for a moment
Turn the music up, lights down, we gon' fuck right now
Start sucking they tits, and push they head right down
Sloppy face diva catch a breather 'cause her jaw hurt
Then you lay 'em back with their legs on your shoulders
And dig deep, get up in they stomach how they want it
It ain't no fallin' short, naw nigga, keep it comin', ay

Say say baby baby, you got that body body
You got that face that make me wanna kick it like karate
Right now I'm going at you
Later I'm tryna splack you
And while we pop it off, you can keep your heels on
Keep your heels on, keep your heels on
Take them clothes off but keep the heels on
Keep your heels on, keep them heels on

(Ayo P, tell 'em how we like the fatties)

Poking out the waist in Jimmy Choo's
Charles David boots, bumps with the pumps
We like the girls with the ass you could lean on
Fatty you could sleep on, her shit is like a pillow
Nice feet, toes curl when you hit her
Dig her nails in my back, talkin' 'bout I'm tryna kill her
Grab the sheets like she being raped, but she want it nigga
Let's have phone sex, yeah, I talk dirty
So when you see me in the flesh we can skip the flirtin'
And get right to squirtin', make our own pornography
And let the tape leak on the street, that's real nasty
Fuckin' like jungle bunnies, show you 'bout that black sweat
That boy Prince, P got that king dick
Representing Queens, she was raised in Brooklyn
I got her crossing over that bridge, she lookin' lookin'
For one more taste, we get it bungie jumping
I got the bungie cords, Magnums, extra large

Say say baby baby, you got that body body
You got that face that make me wanna kick it like karate
Right now I'm going at you
Later I'm tryna splack you
And while we pop it off, you can keep your heels on
Keep your heels on, keep your heels on
Take them clothes off but keep the heels on
Keep your heels on, keep them heels on
I wanna see you naked with them high heels on

Some of the tenants claim to have heard noises coming from this room
Like someone on a rampage

 

[fox69]

"Key To The City"
(feat. Nina Sky & Prodigy)



(You better check yourself, sucka!)

[Nina Sky & Alchemist:]
In the streets we heavy, on the block we very
New York, New Yorkin'
Got the keys to the city, oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh
Oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh

In the streets we heavy, on the block we very
New York, New Yorkin'
Got the keys to the city, oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh
Oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh

[Alchemist:]
Yeah, let me tell you how I feel...
Yo, I keep it real hood, I'm making them
My deal's good, I'm eating so you know that my meal's good
They ask me how I'm living, I just tell them I'm still good
Still going hard, point guard, because I handle the bill good
Push pedal to metal, still handle the wheel good
I drop shit, yeah you know that I spill good
My name good, slick talking, my game good
Architect of rap, I'm shaping the frame wood
Caked up, try to make a move and get shaked up
Put down to the ground and get scraped up
I wake up, throw my sneakers on and then lace up
Go hit the chop shop and get shaped up
I'm in it to win it, there's no limit so I'm raising the stakes up
My dice game is so outrageous, because I go all out
Like when I'm rocking sold out stages
Now my rap book is flooded, got to throw out pages

[Nina Sky & Prodigy:]
In the streets we heavy, on the block we very
New York, New Yorkin'
Got the keys to the city, oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh
Oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh

In the streets we heavy, on the block we very
New York, New Yorkin'
Got the keys to the city, oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh
Oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh

(You better check yourself, sucka!)

[Prodigy:]
They want me to, get on my grizzly
And rap like I'm sixteen, they say P got lazy
Lately, he gets busy
You heard the Mac is back, the H.N.I Shizzy
Same niggas with me, since the beginning
You see Havoc and Twin, Gotti and God
Noyd and Ty Nitty, we define the city
Of New York, you're too soft
My shit so hardcore it knock you off course
I, I get money, you see me in the video
I, I get paid, I, I'm so made
It's, money over bum bitches, youse' a civilian
I'm an infamous soldier, in a G-Unit fitted
It's, Dutch Schultz and, Bumpy Johnson
The hoodlum nigga, squeeze my trigger at your noggin'
I ain't for the nonsense, it's gonna be a body on the ground
Keep fuck around...
Keep testing the water, you gone' surely drown
Alchemist will hold you down
You got that cocaine, but it's doper than dope
You're in the wrong lane
Your little umbrella won't protect you from the reign (rain)

[Nina Sky & Prodigy & Alchemist:]
In the streets we heavy, on the block we very
New York, New Yorkin'
Got the keys to the city, oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh
Oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh

In the streets we heavy, on the block we very
New York, New Yorkin'
Got the keys to the city, oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh
Oh, oh, uh huh, uh huh, oh

 

[fox69]

"Legends"
(feat. Havoc)



Respect to the ol' timers man! (yeah!)
Word up!
And the younglings man those to come, ya heard? (uh-huh!)

Gangsters don't die (nah!) we just turn to "Legends" (yeah!)
All we go through is hell, what the fuck is a heaven? (fuck is the heaven?!)
We live fast and store death long as possible (that's right!)
Get our cash and put threats in the hospital

Gangsters don't die (nah!) we just turn to "Legends" (yeah!)
All we go through is hell, what the fuck is a heaven? (fuck is the heaven?!)
We live fast and store death long as possible (that's right!)
Get our cash and put threats in the hospital

Young P! - When I was thirteen I had dreams
To do what LL did and Run DMC!
Dirty ol' fuck! - Learnin' how to aim my pee
Older niggaz in the hood use to try to thug me
'Til Pops gave me a knife, told me to handle my thangs
And if not, when I came back - he would handle me
I put my first 'lil bit of fear into niggaz I was gas
Started hangin' with the others that was on the same shit (whattup dog?)
Had my first taste of gun fire early in my years
Gang fights, we was jumpin' niggaz, we was just kids
Takin' coats off victims, watches off people's wrist
Shootin' in the air (pop, pop!) part of tryin' to aimin' for your head
And us young bloods and 'lil young gunz from back then
Grew up to be Raps most Infamous Clique. (uuuuhhh-ooooohhh!)
Most thugs we grew up with proud of we did it
And naturally you got others that wanna see us hit [gun cocks & shot]

Gangsters don't die (nah!) we just turn to "Legends" (yeah!)
All we go through is hell, what the fuck is a heaven? (fuck is the heaven?!)
We live fast and store death long as possible (that's right!)
Get our cash and put threats in the hospital

Gangsters don't die (nah!) we just turn to "Legends" (yeah!)
All we go through is hell, what the fuck is a heaven? (fuck is the heaven?!)
We live fast and store death long as possible (that's right!)
Get our cash and put threats in the hospital

Capital P! When I was thirteen I had dreams
Now I'm all grown up and livin' out my dreams
And my Pops ain't here now that nigga deceased (R.I.P.!)
And that being said how you gon' son me?
Niggaz bodied JMJ right there in Queens
Goes to show there's no respect for the ol' G's
Niggaz talkin' real tough - like I'm N-E-X-T!
Like I give a fuck about shootin' up your peeps (blat, blat!)
About gettin' hit - I'm about to show you niggaz how to bleed
Got guns in different states - you can't catch me sleep
Put bullets in your hearts - bullets all up in the meat (blat!)
It's right behind your forehead's (blat!) bone you plead G's (blat!)
When it's on and poppin' - you be beggin' I stop it
You be beggin' for your life, 'fore that head shot stop it
Rappers lovin' my spit! - Fans lovin' my shit
Indeed you got those that wanna see me hit. [gun cocks & shot]

Gangsters don't die (nah!) we just turn to "Legends" (yeah!)
All we go through is hell, what the fuck is a heaven? (fuck is the heaven?!)
We live fast and store death long as possible (that's right!)
Get our cash and put threats in the hospital

Gangsters don't die (nah!) we just turn to "Legends" (yeah!)
All we go through is hell, what the fuck is a heaven? (fuck is the heaven?!)
We live fast and store death long as possible (that's right!)
Get our cash and put threats in the hospital

Ki'ed up nigga!
I see you, bitch ass niggaz!
You heard?
Lil' kids-ass niggaz... fucked up!
Tools and shit... (what else?) rest of the ladies stole that
They be hittin' you with the electric shit choppin' you back nigga!
You better calm down nigga!
Y'all broke niggaz need to give it up! Word up!
This is gangs-transfusion and shit!
World wide...
If I don't get ya, my thumb gon' get ya, be fucked up!
Real fucked up... punks!

[Sample:]
"Two old beef patties, special sauce, lettuce and cheese
Pickles and onions, on a sesame seed bun the big motherfucking Mac!" [machine gun shots]

 

[fox69]

"Life Instructions"
(feat. Smoke Dza)



[Curren$y]
Patty cake, patty cake, I'm baked my man.
Kick it in yo streets like bad Chris in them garbage cans, aww man.
Them bitches think I'm ballin' so they behavin' differently when I be in New Orleans.
I'm fallin' back off 'em they crawlin' on 'em, not half-way complainin' just makin' a true statement.
Which quite basically is what's missin' from this game we in, create the world in which u tryna live in kid.
Some of my friends is passed away, some of my homies doin' bizz (business).
But best believe I'll bring 'em with me anywhere I is.
What a hater say will never affect the way that I live or where I go just makes me fuck they bitches in they crib.
The game I got was raw and given' to in by Slim referring to himself in the third when he on them herbs.
Make sure I don't punk out in the streets but don't get too close to the curb.
Jet Life too high for the birds.

[Smoke DZA]
Right, big doobies rolled up you know how we do.
Snow beach low like Ray Warren '92.
Rugby's all flavors; lime green rod labors to all the world gettin' paid off the talent GOD gave us.
I'm parlayin', Marley's got me smack, twistin' like a Rastafari Marcus Garvey on the track and I'm faded.
Niggas hated, now they all tryna get in.
All the slick talk, I know ya'll ain't really mean it.
Sleepin' on the kid, I hope the bed was posturepedic.
Beggin' for a verse I'm like cock-sucker beat it.
What ya budget like?
Go head and find a way, you tryna get in the loop I make 'em pay to ride the wave.
Jet Life, it sucks to be you.
Tryna get swagg, you gotta purchase this foool.

 

[fox69]

"Lights, Camera, Action"
(feat. Lil' Fame)



Wake yo' ass up, nigga

Lights, camera, action (YOU'RE ON!)
Come on, floss for 'em, daddy (Y-Y-YOU'RE ON!)
Come on, ice, platinum (Y-Y-YOU'RE ON!)
Single drop, I won't flop (Y-Y-YOU'RE GONE!)

Where M.O.P. at? Come on
Where M.O.P. at? Come on
Fuck that, keep it gutter
Where M.O.P. at? Come on
Where M.O.P. at? Come on
We right here, still breezy, still rugged, we ain't leavin'
Holla "HOLLA!" when you see me

I'm here to address all speculations
Now y'all muthafuckas got the game fucked up
I ain't asking for no explanations
Now y'all muthafuckas got the game fucked up, go
It's the legendary MO-P's, unleashed killa
Tell whoever don't like it, go suck them uddas
I live a hard knock, hard block life, duke, what up
God come first and my gun come second
And, and that bitch is right here with me
Don't make me curse your ass out on my record like 50
(We'll stomp the shit out ya) Nigga, my whole team's with me
Big dreams with me, marksmen with me
Fuck the bullshit you yappin' about
I'll fuck around and put a hole in your head about as big as your mouth
So you might wanna think twice about your kid and your spouse
Take your punk ass back in the house (The gig is up)

Lights, camera, action (YOU'RE ON!)
Come on, floss for 'em, daddy (Y-Y-YOU'RE ON!)
Come on, ice, platinum (Y-Y-YOU'RE ON!)
Single drop, I won't flop (Y-Y-YOU'RE GONE!)

Where M.O.P. at? Come on
Where M.O.P. at? Come on
Fuck that, keep it gutter
Where M.O.P. at? Come on
Where M.O.P. at? Come on
We right here, still breezy, still rugged, we ain't leavin'
Holla "HOLLA!" when you see me

 

[fox69]

"Little Guy, Not A Midget"


Offended a Midget
Little guy... I'm not a midget, he's a... he's a child I mean

 

[fox69]

"Live At The Amphitheater"
(feat. Twin)



[Big Twins:]
Yo, yo, I bring it to these niggas with the foulest method
Snatch the necklace off a nigga that been talking reckless
See, my twin is in me, accompanied by the long Mac
Coming through your hood moving fast in all black
Them niggas better fall back-you know what I pack
Blow your head off your shoulders, put a hole in your back
In my hood where I'm at, stumbling off 'gnac
Fixing my Mac-you never seen Twin get jacked
Feel me? The same cats who back in the days tried to kill me
It's nothing-find me in your club thuggin'
Or buggin' with the bitches, gave out a lot of stitches
Trying to leave violence alone and see the big picture

[Big Twin (The Alchemist):]
(What exactly is that?) Fuckin' money
That's how we do it, dunn
(Yeah, right, right-we gotta make this money, man
Not this money make us) Right, right
That's how we do it, dunn
I feel you, I feel you
But it make me wanna go in there and kill somebody sometimes, man
So how we do it, dunn
(That's why we got this right here) No doubt
(Just let all that out on the beats) Right, right
(Trust me, man) That's how we do it, dunn
(We're gonna get G money) That's what I'm talking about, man
Let's do it, man; let's do it man, word up

[The Alchemist:]
Yeah, yeah, man, you know how we do it (How we do it?)
Put it down and make them others look stupid (Fuckin' right)
You only get back what you're putting into it (I'm tryna tell 'em)
They don't listen-they keep do what they doing (Well, fuck 'em then)
That's what I'm saying, keep your mind on this music (Yeah, that's right)
Stay off the block, I know how fast you could lose it (I got that shit)
Keep your pen moving, that's how you could prove it
(Well, say no more, man; I got this) Show these clowns how we do it
How we do, I'm classic like them old Bally shoes
That Slick Rick used a shoehorn to get up into
Thug my way through this game, duke-my pages ain't written yet
You all up in them guts, that pussy ain't even getting wet (Nah)
I splash and splurge, that's my word, I'll spaz on you herbs
Word to the suburbs and the cats on the curbs
All across the map, across the Earth, I'm holding my worth
Step on any turf and rep like I was destined since birth

[Big Twins:]
Yo, I gotta chill but the streets keep calling a nigga
Saying, "Come back and regulate all these niggas"
It was me, T-Dash, Beef, Stick, and Spank
Before you think, you got splashed with a rusty ass shank
Queensbridge projects was carved in your face
And that's something in your life that you can't erase
Fall back-ALC, we on the map
On the frontline with the gat, ready to clap
WHAT!

("Here's a little story... ")

 

[fox69]

"Location Remote"


[Curren$y:]
Yeah

East side, laboratory coats, testing the dope
I'm in a location remote, Ivory Coast
Tryna get high as I can go, the glass ceiling broke
Its never over, sole controller, all our chains golder
Diamonds brighter, you ain't gotta ask whose live-r
Niggas dyin' to be like us, losin' they minds tryin'
I'm in the basement scrapin' blades with all my sharpenin' irons
'Cause in times of peace that's when these snake niggas creep
You think you safe cause you deep, your goonies half sleep
Stooges if you ask me
Gibbs and Andretti fill that vault full of Fetti
Andretti and Gibbs that's like that barrel to your rib
It's that fucking real (Yup)

[Freddie Gibbs & Curren$y:]
Yeah
Eastside
Eastside, nigga fuck the peace sign
Yeah, yeah

[Freddie Gibbs:]
Ayy yo
Call the chiropractor this necklace is extra heavy on me
1963 Gold Ds, I went Andretti on it
Dipped the shoes in 24 karats and dropped a Chevy on it
Boss fuck a franchise tag, niggas can't Le'Veon me
'Cause of a bitch I had to sit the bench
L train blessed me you broke me off when I hit the bricks
Passing off the dog bitch I scored the dope and I get assist
Kidnapping IG trapping might get your sister hit
We taping mamas up, we filling them llamas up
Niggas making statements they Manafort Papadopoulos
Trump sweating bullets on Diet Coke sniffing powder up
And if he build the wall we gone bring that dope underground with us
Told my nigga Spitta your enemies are my enemies
I just solar powered up the Model X
Real nigga keep same energy, like what
I rep the pack like I'm Stunna Man
Legend in this bitch, might do Coachella as a hologram, Nigga

That is just exactly what they want you to believe
Let's just call it the phenomena
He outranks them
He, he outranks them
Sit down
I don't wanna sit, I want my money

 

[fox69]

"Lord Pity Us All"


You down with that
And let you go and put you down
And let you go and put you down
You ain't down with that
Shut your Goddamn ass up
And let you go and put you down
And let you go and put you down
And let you go and put you down
And let you go and put you down
And let you go to the devil
And let you go and put you down
And let you go and put you down
And let you go and put you down
And let you go and put you down
And let you go
The devil is a mothafuckin liar
And let you go and put you down
And let you go and put you down
And let you go to the devil

Lord pity us all
In this hard road (the devil is a mothafuckin liar) we got to travel
Cause you know I ain't worried, bitch
Stupid bitch

And let you go and put you down
And let you go and put you down
And let you go and put you down
And let you go and put you down (the devil is a mothafuckin liar)
And let you go and put you down
And let you go to the devil

Lord pity us all
In this hard road (the devil is a mothafuckin liar) we got to travel
You kiddin me
Like I said I come in the name of Jesus by the power of the holy spirit

 

[fox69]

"Lose Your Life"
(feat. Jadakiss, Pusha T & Snoop Dogg)



[Snoop Dogg:]
Yeah!
Whattup cause?
Snoopie D-O-doub'!
WestCoast king!
What's up Alchemist? (Sup)
I wanna holla real quick man cause see...
Alota these niggas got the game fucked up, man!
They don't know man!
It's real sad, cause heavy out in those streets man you could loose your like... THAT!

[Snoop Dogg {Jadakiss}:]
You wanna lose your life? {uh-huh!}
Play me got a pocket and mah cock it and ya might! (might!)
Yeah! - You wanna lose your life? (yeah!)
Niggas gettin' dropped and popped - on the block every night! (every night!) {hahaaaaa!}
Yeah! - You wanna lose your life? {uh!}
Money is the key in the street life! (street life!)
Yeah! {yup!} - You wanna lose your life? {nope!}
Walkin' round gang bangin' {uh!} betta keep that thang hangin'! {uh!}

[Jadakiss:]
Yo! - 20 lil' missiles in the clip of the.5-7 (uh!)
I'm like navigation if you tryna find heaven! (haha!)
You already know I'm a rare breed, (yeah!)
Sittin' on a nice amount of acres and square feet. - Yeah, see!
Even the best die respect my Columbian neck tie (whoo!)
You just can't pass death by! (uh-uh!)
You can be homie. - Cuhz. - Neutral. (yeah!)
God Body. - Neita. - King. - Zulu. (uh-huh!)
One thing about death it ain't gonna fool you! (uh-uh!)
No reason to lie for nothing to prove too! (no!)
Why you still here though the devil'll use you (yo!)
Closed casket is how I know the bullets abused you! (whooo!)
Even though I'm a boss, I like to eat food, too. (uh-huh!)
Spray a nigga block up when I'm in the mood, too! (run that!)
Blow a blunt, get a drink whatever soothes you! (whatever!)
Cause if it ain't, the street the system'll lose you. (system'll lose you!) - Yeah!

[Snoop Dogg {Jadakiss}:]
You wanna lose your life? {uh-huh!}
Play me got a pocket and mah cock it and ya might! (might!)
Yeah! - You wanna lose your life? (yeah!)
Niggas gettin' dropped and popped - on the block every night! (every night!) {hahaaaaa!}
Yeah! - You wanna lose your life? {uh!}
Money is the key in the street life! (street life!)
Yeah! {yup!} - You wanna lose your life? {nope!}
Walkin' round gang bangin' {uh!} betta keep that thang hangin'! {uh!}

[Pusha T:]
Omen, listen to the flow let it take you where ya goin'
Billie jean step over the track till it's glowin'
You thinkin' I'm the O-N-...
... -E - metaphors are no win!
Avalanche P pushed powder till you snowed in
No in! Open sesame, unveil the recipe!
Cocaine cook-up, Heroin and Ecstasy
Got me locked in the Coupe like the Lambo's arrestin' me!
Gun play necessity, Warfare, None spared!
Duffel bag money ain't all there, we sick 'em!
All mornin' victim. - He, who test P just
Beggin' for the death walk with devilish me
Sit back, kick back; knowin' that there's none hotter!
Graduated from a drug dealer's alma mater!
Magna cum-lauder, the kitchen I'm so Jata
You niggas got no worries; "Hakuna Matata"! (Matata!)

[Snoop Dogg {Jadakiss}:]
You wanna lose your life? {uh-huh!}
Play me got a pocket and mah cock it and ya might! (might!)
Yeah! - You wanna lose your life? (yeah!)
Niggas gettin' dropped and popped - on the block every night! (every night!) {hahaaaaa!}
Yeah! - You wanna lose your life? {uh!}
Money is the key in the street life! (street life!)
Yeah! {yup!} - You wanna lose your life? {nope!}
Walkin' round gang bangin' {uh!} betta keep that thang hangin'! {uh!}

[The Alchemist (Snoop Dogg) {EPMD's sample}:]
Yeah!
Who get caught slippin'? {Can't hear nothing but the music I'm slippin'.} [beat fades out]
A-L-C, Alchemist! (Niggas gettin' dropped and popped - on the block every night!)
"Chemical Warfare"!
{Can't hear nothing but the music I'm slippin'.}