Tag: Coney Island


Chuck Strangers – Style Wars lyrics




(feat. Joey Bada$$)

[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers]
I want to thank God for this vibe
I’m just laid up high
Thinkin’ “fuck a job, I’d rather boss up on
Something I believe in”
Sonic and aesthetically pleasing
Niggas claiming they the best while Rakim still breathing
Do your Googles nigga
I’m in control of things
God and I move together as two
Manifesting the moves
Steady blessing the crew
We worry ya with the rhyming
Shoutouts to Oakland, but the warriors from Coney Island
On them roof tops, lit one up for 2Pac
‘Cause this is murder rap
Thinking how quick we grew up, low-key insane
My best friend she snort ‘caine, guess life was like a dice game
Should I risk it with the biscuit? That’s when the cops came
The dynamic of my whole block changed
Yo it’s a John Stark reality, New York mentality
Faded and miseducated, twenty-four years he made it
Now niggas can express they selves, yo
Sometimes I need to be alone
Turn off the MP’, shut off my phone and just zone
I think of home when I need to be strong
We’re rolling up, no more hitting the bong
It’s just different phases I’m on, when I be writing these songs
You can hear my heart sing the tales of the light that the dark bring
The dark sing pain and prosperity
Chopped the new shipment now I got all my equipment
So I’m plotting on some necklaces, Mercedes or the Lexus shit?
You could see it in my eyes, I got niggerish endeavors
They gon’ try to hide or make it sound clever
While the metronome tick like a fake Rolex
I’m wondering who hoes next
I just wanna fuck you, singing ass bitch
Don’t take the curve personal, I’m just not tryna work with you
I’mma be stunting on all the lame niggas who pass me
When me and Sylvie drop Ashley, it’s no more being ashy, huh
And that’s my word
I been fiendin’ for progress as much as dollars
Fuck that tee, rock a collar
A business man is always proper
I can’t listen to what they taught ya
My flow is as pure as your daughter on her way to kindergarten
Now the conflicts is starting, and everybody watching
Plus your desire to be poppin’
Could have the illest nigga out here weighing his options
We past the days of “Yes, y’all and”
Most of my heroes ain’t balling, they falling
Step behind with the law
Can you counteract the allure and still score?
But what’s the higher level if your shit ain’t real
But my niggas be like playing they selves to have mass appeal

[Verse 2: Joey Bada$$]
Style Wars, it ain’t even ’bout the bars no more
Niggas just show boat, but really they got no flow
Mainstream sailing, gently down the stream
Flopping out the waterfall, a dollar and a scheme
But what does it all mean? Let’s take a dive deep way beneath the surface
You see, it’s clowns in the circus and they all lack purpose
Oblivious to what worth is
I’m serious, the brightest of ’em when it comes to spittin’ verses
I been sicker than your average, it’s practice
Nowadays rap is just deadbeats and ad-libs
It’s backwards, these bastards just disrespect the art that the forefathers never even passed ’em
It’s blasphemy, I gotta blast ’em
I see through your act, homie, can’t school me on passion
I’m about that action
They talk just to get a reaction
Me? I stay powered up, no battery acid
Sheesh, haha, You feel me like
Smooth flow just to get them limbs relaxing
Cut class just to give you these classics
My homie Chuck Strange told me shoot that actress
I said I move slow just to cruise through traffic




Chuck Strangers – Style Wars (feat. Joey Bada$$)




[Verse 1: Chuck Strangers]
I wanna thank god for this vibe
I’m just layed up high
Thinking fuck a job I’ll rather boss up on somethin’ I believe in
Sonic aesthetically pleasing
Niggas claiming they the best while Rakim still breathin’
Do your Googles nigga I’m in control of things
God and I move together is two
Manifesting a move steady reppin’ the crew
We warriors with the rhymin’
Shouts to Oakland but the warriors from Coney Island
On them rooftops lit one up for 2Pac
Because this is murder rap
Think how quick we grew up low key insane
My best friend she snort cane guess life is like a dice game
Should I risk it with the biscuit that’s when the cops came
The dynamic of my whole block changed
Yo it’s a John Stark
New York mentality
Faded and miseducated 24 years and made it
Now niggas can express they selves
Times I need to be alone
Turn off the MP shut off my phone and just zone
I think of home when I need to be strong
Been rollin’ up no more hittin’ the bong
It’s different phases I’m on when I be writin’ these songs
You can have my heart sing the tales of the light
That the dark run the dark sing painting prosperity
Chopped and new shipment now I got all my equipment
So now I’m plottin’ on some necklaces
Mercedes or the Lexus shit
You can see it in my eyes I got nigga rich endeavours
They gon’ try to hide and make it sound clever
While a metronome tick like a fake Rolex
I wonderin’ who owns next
I just wanna fuck you
Singin’ ass bitch don’t take the curve personal
I’m just tryin’ not to work with you
I’mma be stuntin’ on all the lame niggas who pass me


Nicki Minaj Hoodstars Associate 7even-Up Shot In His Head


Nicki Minaj former Hoodstars member 7even-Up was shot multiple times including in his head.

The Young Money MC is currently praying for her longtime friend and former member of the rap group she was once a part of, Hoodstars. 7even-Up, whose real name is Jaquin Royall, was shot multiple times all over his body including bullet wounds to his head in the Coney Island area earlier this month. Luckily he survived the attempted murder and was rushed to a local hospital where he has been getting treatments.

Royall is also facing some legal troubles because police found an illegal gun in his possession on the scene of the shooting. Whether or not that gun is linked to any crime is not yet known, but he could face with gun charges which carry years in prison. Details about the shooting are still sketchy, but sources say he was leaving a bar in the area when he was ambushed.

Before landing a record deal with Young Money/Cash Money, Nicki Minaj and her now ex-boyfriend Safaree Samuels, were members of a rap group out of New York name Hoodstars. The group comprised of four members who use to perform at clubs and parties around Queens and Brooklyn. The group was later disbanded and Nicki set out to pursue her own solo career.


Tony Bennett – The Lady Is A Tramp (Tony Bennett Celebrates 90 Album)


She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight (I am starving)
She loves the theater, but she never comes late
I never bother, with people that I hate
That’s why this chick is a tramp

She doesn’t like crap games, with barons and earls
Won’t go to Harlem, in ermines and pearls
And I definitely won’t dish out dirt, with the rest of those girls (Thank-you)
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I love the free, fresh wind in my hair
Life without care, oh I’m so broke, it’s old
I hate California, it’s crowded and damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp (I am a tramp)

Sometimes I go to Coney Island, oh the beach is divine
And I love the Yankees, Jeeter’s just fine
I follow Rogers and Heart, she sings every line
That’s why the lady is a tramp

I love a prizefight, that isn’t a fake (no fakes)
I love to row boat with you and your wife on Central Park lake
She goes to Opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do)
That’s why this lady is a tramp

She likes the green (green) grass (grass) under her shoes
What can I lose, ’cause I got no dough (oh no?)
I’m all alone when I lower my lamp
That’s why the lady is a tramp

Go!

I love your free fresh, I love your handkerchief in my hair
Life without care, but I am so broke, that’s oak
Hates California it’s cold and it’s damp
That’s why the lady is a tramp
That’s why this lady is a tramp
That’s why the lady is a tramp