Still Alive-AZ

[Intro:] Okay, if you in a club I advise you to put your drinks down, and head to the dance floor Anywhere else will be uncivilized If you're in a car, pull over put the hazards on and let the windows down This is something the world needs to know Let's go [Verse 1:] Yes I'm Brooklyn's best till I'm put to rest I heard tales a nigga sin to shells to cook my flesh No jail, never stale homie look how fresh I'm low key like them old G crooks out west As far as poetry Nas, Biggie, Jay, Mos Def Rakim, Gucci, Rap, Kane, KRS Like Common and kanye I could say I'm blessed Peace to Ghost, Raekwon and Ron Artest This is [?] hunger, I'm obsessed with summer I'm for what runners is gunnin' them young boys will gun ya But any nigga icey your own wifey will warn ya There's no wonder, every fronter wanna be stunner I spit thunder, I'll miss when I'm six feet under Legit, I'm just tryina shift G-Unit numbers Even rich niggaz slip for the slumber Shit happens but believe I'm back blastin a number [Chorus: x2] This is not a life that we in, this is hell This is not a stoop that we on, it's a cell Life is not a gift in the hood, it's a charge Because I made it out, so that makes me a God [Verse 2:] Yes my flows elite, I know the streets I'm the cold ?cheeks? of the East Coast I blow on beats I create the aucoma state how I doze to sleep I keep dozing but never doze six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me Say what, I haze up 'fore haters hopin' I gave up It's either you stay tough or you copin' to ?cage cuff? From cold player to cold savor to host favor Who's the most underrated, G Rap, AZ, and Jada Allah savior, bark but sharp as a razor With street smarts in a Jedi heart like Darth Vader Hearts behavior, puffin a Garcia Vega The god see the haters be the larceny is greater Pardon the player, I'm crunk with some defeats Some have somebody somewhere don't want me to eat I'm war with the streets, I'm wanted and I'm comin' for keeps [Chorus] [Verse 3:] And it's a must I live it, the trucks is kitted Too many peoples in the ?pee? now so duck or visit Show it off when I freestyle, who fuckin' with it A final song for song as long as the hustlers get it as long the jewels on all is custom fitted Diamond cut for cut the cluster ups the digits Enough is enough with the trust I hush the critics Buck for buck, yeah I'm buck while I must admit it The dough done did it, I'm [?] the flow is vivid You know me, low key homie, only expose the snippit So prolific, so sincere, so gifted So melodic, ya'll got it so twisted Sip the [?] E-40 the [?] had a few [?] brought it back to the sewers True this no duets, no collabs, no regrets you [?] just here tryina cash some little checks [Chorus x2]