It's a Noo Day

by Noodle the Innocent Child

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released April 9, 2010

Music produced by M-Nasty, Cory G, New Millenium, and Anno Domini Beats.

Additional vocals by Ella Lazel, Big Snuff, POET, Feature, Christa Victoria, Shira, Catie G, Marcus Bullops, Lou Ella, Jo-Jo Silla, CYPH-LOW, R. Haze, Young Guito, Sabrina Michelle, and LaRue.

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Track Name: It's a Noo Day (Intro)
[verse 1]
It's a new day, new rapper, new star
New talent, new real MC with new bars
New Biggie, new Ra, Pac, Jigga, new Nas
Nigga, Noodle's nicer than dudes claiming to be from Mars

New jewels, new suits, new chicks, new cars
I thought all you niggas knew that this dude is just too hard
New game, new image, new boss, new squad
I am on a new level, from you I am too far

New grind, new shine, new beef, new 9
New street, new lines, if you beef, then you're dying
No sleep, no time, new slang, new walk
You talk, pop pop, bang bang, it's New York

New struggle, new hustle, new bread, new butter
New hood, new projects, new ghetto, new gutter
New paper, new style, new life, new way
New MC taking over this game, it's a new day!

[chorus]
It's a new day...
It's a new day...
It's a new day...
It's a new day...

[outro]
They say it's time for a change and a change is here.
New way of life, new style of music.
New leaders of hip hop, new leaders of the world!
I am here and I refuse to rest.
The dark was present, but the sun has now risen so follow me!
Stand for something or fall for anything.
United we stand, divided we fall.
To fall is to fail, and failure is not an option!
Hip hop believes in me like I believe in me!
The MC who disagrees or challenges me will no longer be an MC!
I do it for the people like Barack, so watch and see hip hop's prophet rise like sunshine, through rhymes.
16's is mean with a message and a meaning, which means you MCs with no meaning, mean nothing.
This album is a definition of progress, and my way to say keep your head up.
It's a New Day...
Track Name: Celebrate Life
[verse 1]
See, I'm alive at a beautiful time
I figured I could take some time to write a beautiful rhyme
Celebrating like my birthday, from Monday to Thursday
Friday to Sunday, wilding out in the worst way

Hey! Plus I got my whole crew here
Celebrating life, we've done made it through the new year
Bottles in the air, sipping on champagne
Driving by slow, not shooting a damn thing

And ladies looking with the happiest smiles
He started from the bottom, look at him now, he done came up
So give it up for the Innocent Child
It took me a while but look at my style, I ain't change up

Still the same dude chilling with the same friends
Only thing that's changing is the size on the rims
I'm laughing cause they tight
I'm still grabbing the mic so tonight, word to me, we gonna celebrate life

[chorus]
Celebration
It's time to celebrate, it's time to celebrate
Cause the sun's shining right on me, it's a beautiful day
Got my head up to the sky
Feels like I can fly
And I'm enjoying life
And we're gonna celebrate, celebrate life!

[verse 2]
Now it's so much drama in the NYC
It's kind of hard being N-to the double-O-D
But I somehow, some way
Keep coming up with ill new hits for y'all every single day

See, all the BS in life, I ignore it
Today's the day to take a look at life and enjoy it
Brand new wheels, like yeah I can afford it
Brand new swag in the kid, move forward

Chilling, the hustlers can even take a break
We in the back with a grill full of steak
Even taking a day off from work
And all the little boys Super Soakin' all the pretty little girls in white shirts

So everybody over here in the real hood
All the way to Hollywood tell them, don't it feel good?
Yeah, and that's alright
Stand up with your hands up, we gon' celebrate life!

[chorus]

[verse 3]
Now similar to you, I had to struggle, oh yeah
Mama used to tell me, "Boy you gon' make it, go head"
I even thought that I should hustle just to get some more bread
But I ain't want to be another brother on the floor dead

So baby I wisened up, and I put my mind on my money
I am nice with the rhyme, so in time they gon' love me
Once I get a couple ears, I'll earn a couple hearts
Another brother from the block rising straight up to the top

All the haters, they can hate him but they never gonna stop
Cause today is my day, so them haters become blocked
Yeah, summertime in the city
On the West Side Highway bumping a little Biggie

Or some cash rules everything around me
Cream get the money, dollar dollar bill y'all
Me and my godson Beans, living life like a dream
While the whole world screams when they see me on the scene, this is life!

[chorus]
Track Name: New Day Has Come
[verse 1]
Woke up this morning with the sun shining bright as can be
I swear that someone shined that light on me
They said I'd never make a change, I said please give me that M-I-C
And I'll make sure that y'all see what I see

From the bottomless pit to the top of the crop, poverty speaks
From the wars overseas to the war in our streets
We got brothers killing brothers over colors with heat
And single mothers raising young'ns cause their fathers are creeps

It's time for change, I mean your whole lifestyle, man
I used to love rain til the day Katrina had came
I used to love flying high then I witnessed them planes
Hitting them buildings, never thought that I'd see so much pain

People work their nine-to-fives and they live like slaves
And minimum wage is nothing once the gas price raised
It's time for better days, somehow some way
That was all yesterday, cause today is a new day

[chorus]
A new day, ahhh
A new day, ahhh
A new day, ahhh
A new day, ahhh

[verse 2]
I woke up this morning with the sun shining bright as can be
I felt like someone shined that light on me
They said it's time to make a change, you can speak and touch the people you meet
And you ain't gotta preach, brother, just teach

Like a professor I will, can't change the world but I can change some
Till we unite and become equal as one
Black, white, Spanish, Asian we are all humans under the sun
So spread love, y'all, and hate no one

I am a man of honor, against hate, and believing in faith
And I believe that we can make this world a better place
If we came together, come together, y'all want to see us better?
We gotta do it now or never

No man alone can change the world but he can help it
And you too can be apart of this, no one is helpless
Let's do it for better days, somehow some way
We're making up for yesterday with today, a new day

[chorus]

[verse 3]
Another 24 and the sun's shining bright as can be
I swear that sun's shining right on me
Rainy days are gone, and my people been oppressed for so long
Now you've got a leader here to be strong

Word is bond, through this music I am here to help those who'll listen
When you're down and out, I'll uplift them
Within a minute, I try, now it's time for you to open our eyes
To the secrets of this life baby, rise, rise, rise!

No more tears, either, no more fears
We've been struggling in life for way too many years
We've been hustling at night for way too many years
Fighting wars for many years, change is near

So walk with me, raise your hands, ball your fists
I hope you all can understand the plan, this is it
To live in better days, somehow, some way
Today is a new day

[chorus]
Track Name: Stroll On
[verse 1]
They try to say I've changed, I used to run like fifty deep
But now I do my own thing son, I don't even speak
My peeps, they still cool and give me dap when we meet
I'm still riding if I see them scrapping in the street

Other than that, there really ain't no need to contact them
I'm a solo soldier, this is beyond rapping
Y'all asking why now I choose to move like that?
Cause I've seen how brothers do, I've got to move like that

Things change, people grow apart and some stay together
Some really trying to find the meaning of forever
And others realize that forever's never ever
Those the ones that seem to do better

It's a cold, cold, world; I've learned that now
Respect is what I demand, I've earned that now
I just keep my head high and both fists balled
Watch, observe, and I learn; til a brother fall off, stroll on

[chorus]
Stroll on, stroll on
Even though it's cold outside, you know it's either ride or die
Stroll on, stroll on,
Even when it hurts inside, sometimes you've got to swallow your pride
Stroll on

[verse 2]
And fame is something dudes would give their friendships for
Which didn't make sense, but now I understand cause this is raw
Realest dudes in the world can be cool and get along with everyone
When it's business, watch how you get involved

You can't trust everyone
Cause they'll encourage you to run and shoot so they can shoot you in the back while you run
Just be your own man, don't look for helping hands
To get by, you need your fam, and two feet to stand

There's some friends back then that I would probably call my mans
Come up to me now, I wouldn't give a chance
I used to look out for these dudes, now I wouldn't even glance
And honestly it hurts but that's the circumstance

Like a war I didn't want but there's a certain stance
You have to pose, imagine fighting in a ring with nervous hands
And forced to hit a man
That you don't want to hit, but that man will uppercut you the second he gets the chance
Stroll on

[chorus]

[verse 3]
It's a new day, some say I'm on some other shit
Some "F the world and those against me and my brother" shit
Cats I went to school with, I ain't really running with
Chicks I used to dream of touching, now I'll tell them suck a dick

I've realized these haters want to see my life stopped
Friends will cross me more than the laces on my high tops
Leave me with a double-knot somewhere in a parking lot
Ruthless dudes, they wouldn't care if it was dark or not

I avoid beef, but I don't run from it
If it pops up I'm down to pop off, trust me, I've done it
And all these dudes talking nonsense don't really want it
They all fake and well-known for fronting

This is way more than just a song
If I don't give you dap, you ain't my man, bottom line, but we can still get along
If you think that there's a problem or you feel that something's wrong
All you gotta do is holla, until then, I'll stroll on

[chorus]
Track Name: Stay True
[verse 1]
True to my fam like the mob made him
You'll catch me in Las Vegas, scraping the sky, flying over skyscrapers
I used to starve as a young'n, I was a plate-scraper
Now I can't finish the plate, look how this hunger made him

They say, "This hunger made him change and made him somewhat famous"
Until I toss them a little change, these motherfucking fakers
"Hi haters" like Maino when I be switching lanes
Niggas sayin I can't walk through my hood again, huh?

I see the jealousy, envious envy, enemies want to be close
Close friends, they want to be enemies, so
I don't trust a soul, not even myself
Cause even I be slipping when it's cars, pussy, or wealth, ya know?

I'm not perfect, but damn it, no man's worthless
Pussy and paper's all I chase, the pussy ain't worth it, I swear
And others hustle on the block, it's like a jungle
Be ready to rumble at any given time, stay humble, ya hear?

Niggas done got hurt and buck-fiftied, a few niggas fucked with me
I'm known to react off of my gut instinct
I still try, and I strive to stay alive
To the day a nigga die, true to my game, please just let me ride

[chorus]
Ride
Just let me ride
From the West Side Highway to 9A, please just let me ride

[verse 2]
I'm your hustler's hustler, I'm a great one
A hater's favorite person to hate on, so hate on
And if you smoking, then blaze one
If not, fill that glass to the top, sip til you get your daze on

I've worked as hard as a slave since I've been living
I believe I deserve everything that I've been given
From respect to my family, shoes to my linen
Forgiveness for sinning, I've made mistakes, I'll admit it

Fresh like ice cold, they love me like white gold
I know I'll be leaving one day, hope I don't die slow
Living life in the fast lane, flashy lights, wearing mad chains
Loving hip hop, fuck rappers in this rap game

To deal with mad pain, I talk to the tunes
You walk in my shoes, it's worse than pouring salt in your wounds, it burns
And I swear I'm just trying to stay alive
Looking up to the sky, staying true to my fam, please let me ride

[verse 3 - POET]
Your friends? You got to be careful how you choose them.
When you're up they're around, real easy to be found; but when you're down, it's real easy to lose them.
When I'm doing good, everyone's around, you see?
But when I'm down, ain't no one around but me.

Everyone wanna add their two cents about something.
As far as I'm concerned, it don't amount to nothing.
And I have no time to mend broken hearts, or weak friendships that fell apart.
And you'll never know where you're going if you don't know where you started.

You'll forget where you're headed.
Cause in life, there's so many directions.
So many paths cause talents, you have,
And they want you to have not.

So they stand in front and try to confuse you.
Cause you're a winner, and they don't want to lose you.
But never lose your way, never go astray, cause lost souls get so false hope.

And become the shepherd's forgotten sheep.
And once you pay the price, you can never get a refund.
Never live life on a rerun, live everyday new.
And above all, stay true!
Track Name: Young, Gifted, and Black
[chorus]
Young, gifted, and black
Young, gifted, and black
Young, gifted, and black
Young, gifted, and black

[verse 1 - Noodle]
Give me your ears while I'm speaking, see I was born in the African descent
Mama raised a son to grown up and be decent
All odds against the evens, closest friends are enemies, they're creeping
So lately during the evenings, I've encountered lack of sleeping

Peep it, seeing me deceased, to some, would be appeasing
Cause I'm young, black, and successful, damn that's the only reason
But nah I'm never leaving, this industry really needs him
And the kids of our future need someone like me to lead them

Lead them on, if I can reach them more than I could teach them
How to stand up against their enemies, and even beat them
We need more than just materialistic lyrical lyrics
We need someone with the spirit, so real that you can feel it

And you'll like it, maybe love it, then you'll buy it, maybe dub it
Pass it on to all your cousins so they can learn from it
Then we all can learn something, add knowledge while you're spitting
Cause they'll hate the fact that we're all young, black, and gifted

[chorus - Christa Victoria]
Don't you know we're (young, gifted, and black)
You gotta know what it means to be (young, gifted, and black)
Can't you feel it? (young, gifted, and black)
Oh my baby, be proud to be (young, gifted, and black)

[verse 2 - Feature]
Your animosity’s probably a cause of plots and impromptu’s
Properly propped provocatively
Demolishing deferred dreams through their hostility
Media-savvy, yet they’re still using demonizing imagery

What was instilled in me was a mental ability, integrity
Steel rod that helped me indefinitely
Parody in critics' paragraphs apparently only encourage me
Eagerly ball, make MVP be V.P. of companies

Impossibilities isn't involved in how I think
Born in the belly of a halo queen
Sworn to slay swarms of four-horned beasts
Young, colorful, and darker than any screenwriter’s ink

I'm dominating nominated kings
Hospitality kindly invites adversity to eat
Offerings of nourishments at my feast
Peace! Ghandi, we call all learn from it
We endure the drama but rise above it

[chorus - Christa Victoria]
See what it means to be (young, gifted, and black)
Stand up and be (young, gifted, and black)
Go on and be (young, gifted, and black)
You gotta be proud to be (young, gifted, and black)
Track Name: Enjoy the Music
[verse 1]
You see your boy done came up now, I gotta whole lot of flow
Look at the boy pockets, got a whole lot of dough
In the back of the club with a whole lot of hoes
Sweatin me cause they, cause they, know I'ma blow

You're the headline, I got the showstopper show
That make the fellas all want to go rock and roll
You ain't seen nothing like it, no, not before
None of these MCs will ever go where I go

To move something, you on the dance floor, go on girl
Lose something, all the players get Petron and the Goose on 'em
And you could do whatever you want, we having a good time
Everybody come on now, groove something

We on the dance floor baby
High as a plane, Long Island got me faded
Half bent now, I'm moving like I'm lazy
Shorty like, "You so crazy"

[chorus]
Baby you want to, baby you need to
Enjoy the music, the rythm will please you
Baby I love it, that good old sound
Allow the rythm and the bass to make you get on down
Baby I want it, now turn it up
We got the dance floor burning up

[verse 2]
Like this, like thizzat, never come off wizzack
If they talk smizzack, take 'em off of the mizzap
Rock-n-roll or rizzap, country or blues
It doesn't matter the genre, long as the song's crizzack

Bizzack on up, turn the trizzack on up
You can hear the bass bump in the bazzack of the truck
Now thizzat is love
Music is strong, it brings us all together just to have a little fun

Make you move something, you on the dance floor, go on girl
Lose something, all of my players get Petron and the Goose on 'em
We having a good time and doing whatever we wanna do now
Come on y'all, groove something

We on the dance floor baby
High as a plane, Hennessy got me faded
Half bent, I don't I'm going make it
That drink got a brother feeling crazy

[chorus]

[bridge]
Gotta keep dancing, cause you're makin me high,
You gotta keep keep making me high (dancing, dancing!)
Gotta keep dancing, cause you're makin me high,
You gotta keep keep making me high (dancing, dancing!)
Gotta keep dancing, cause you're makin me high,
You gotta keep keep making me high (dancing, dancing!)
Gotta keep dancing, cause you're makin me high,
You gotta keep keep making me high (dancing, dancing!)

[verse 3]
Now move something, you on the dance floor, go on girl
Lose something, all the players get Petron and the Goose on 'em
And you could do whatever you want, we having a good time
Everybody come on now, groove something

We on the dance floor baby
High as a plane, Long Island got me faded
Half bent now, I'm moving like I'm lazy
Shorty like, "You so crazy"

[chorus]
Track Name: Ride Wit Me
[verse 1]
N-double-O-D's on the scene
With a brand new flow and a brand new scheme
Brand new dough, and some brand new jeans
They hate my flow cause I shatter their dreams

He's just that real
And they know that MC's just that skilled
Representing that 914, Peekskill
Til the day a hater nigga make me sign my Will

You, please get off my nuts
I do my thing and I do it like what
Can't nobody out there do it like us
My tunes will give you the adrenaline rush

To the back of the club where the ballers hold their bottles high
And everybody in the back of the club's either tore down, drunk, or high

Look shorty, just forget your man
Cause I can make you cum before you unzip your pants
When I gets it in and I put them inches in
I'll leave you feeling good but way too sick to stand

But this is the plan with you and me, shorty listen up
See me in the street shorty, you can say what up
But when you're with your man, don't even look my way or wave
cause your man's gonna know for a fact you gave it up

Plus look, I don't need no nigga sick, upset, hurt, mad at me
Wanna pull that 4-5 rachet at me because his main squeeze wasn't at home happy
But I'm past that shorty, cause if you want to roll, you're mine tonight
All I need to know is if you're really, really, really down to ride

[chorus]
If you really wanna roll with a player like me, shorty you can take a ride with me
If you really wanna know how to spend a little dough, you can hop up in the ride with me
I got niggas over here, couple niggas over there, only real niggas ride with me
Getting money and we grind all day, let it stack I'ma, I'ma, I'ma die filthy
If you really wanna roll with a player like me, shorty you can take a ride with me
If you really wanna know how to spend a little dough, you can hop up in the ride with me
I got niggas over here, couple niggas over there, only real niggas ride with me
Getting money and we grind all day, let it stack I'ma, I'ma, I'ma die filthy

[verse 2]
Let me bring it back one more time
Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Got a fly little honey and she want it all the time
But I can't give it to her cause I'm always on the grind

Grind, and I don't waste no time
Nigga, time don't waste, hater give me my space
No friend request here, get out of my face
Just give me a little bit of the Henny with no chase

Or Long Island, wilding,
Shorty looking at me eyeing and I am
Trying to get that backseat popping, no stopping
Word's bond, I'm a king like lions

Mr. Mufasa, Noodle, not pasta
You talk that ra-ra, them things go baracka
Feature I gotcha, LaRue nigga "uh-huh"
Let's get this money my niggas, holla

Cause these shorties on the paper chase
They're trying to bag up any player with the paper, wait
I tell them fall back, cause I ain't one to make mistakes
I bake the cake, if I make the cake, then I take the cake

Share none, fear none, I hear none screaming
Hate when you're shining, well look, I'm gleaming
Hate when you're riding, well look, I'm leaning
Looking so nice in a whip so mean and...

I'm dirty as I wanna be, filthy rich yet your boy so clean and
I bag up your shorty, she call me, we party, you're hating on me, but nigga what's the meaning
Nigga what's the reason, cause if you gonna stop me then go ahead, try
But at the end of the night, don't matter, your shorty, she still gonna ride

[chorus]

[verse 3]
A lot of haters want to see me defeated, a lot of ladies want a nigga to eat it
I tell them fall back and they say, "That nigga Noodle, he is conceieted"
But no I'm not baby, I am a leader, also the don!

When it comes to this money I need it, I got a couple shorties, never do keep them
I gas them, smash them, pass them to my peoples, and my peoples, they beat it
And look at me baby, I'm still number one!

With no remorse, you know the cost
HNIC or I know the boss
In NYC looking out the loft
These dudes hate me and want to see me fall off

But I ain't gonna fall, cause shorty, I'ma grind until I die
And I'ma do my thing, so shorty if you really wanna roll, let's ride

[chorus]
Track Name: Hold U Down
[verse 1]
I've done witnessed it all, see, I'm a boss player
I'm known to handle my B.I., we can talk later
But if you're really trying to roll with a boss like Rick Ross
You earn your spot and you'll get to floss later

I need to know you're on the side with me
You'll ride with me and you won't ever lie to me
If I get caught up in a jam, you better ride for me
And there ain't nothing you should hide from me, no secrets

A new version of Clyde and Bonnie, you ride beside me
We get guap, time is money
Anything you ask for, we got to find it, honey
The Louis Vuitton purses and them diamonds shining sunny

I can get it cause I roll with the flyest
On top of my game, I'm higher than the highest
Noodle is a king, they call him Mr. Your Highness
All I need now is a bad chick to ride with, what

[chorus]
That's my baby, and without him I'll go crazy
I'm his lady, and we gonna fly
That's my word I'm by his side, boy I can't lie
It's plain to see, there's no you, boy, without me
I'm in too deep, I love you so
I got to let everyone else know, I'ma hold you down!

[verse 2]
Hold me down, you gotta be there when I need you
Getaway driver, you're the one I throw the keys to
Money in the safe, you're the one I throw the key to
It's not me against the world now, girl it's me and you.

We a team, ain't no holding us back
You ever need me girl, you know where I'm at
And let another nigga ever get out of line, you know I'ma clap
For you, cause that's the only way to react, you're my baby

Til we die, no one's hotter than us
It's me and you baby riding because
You can depend on me, vice versa, to lie to the judge
Or hold that, girl it's gotta be love, you're my baby!

The way you sing to a brother
I don't think you understand how much you mean to a brother
It sure feels good, you on a team with a brother
Stay loyal and I'll cop that ring and you'll never need another

[chorus]

[bridge]
I'ma hold you down cause you're there for me
And I'm there for you, and you're the man of my fantasy
Why wouldn't we be happy together
Forever, it's whatever
I'ma be your lady, have your babies
You're my heart, my soul, my rock, my all

[chorus]
Track Name: Nationally Known
[verse 1]
See, this time I’m looking fly
It’s my time to shine and baby, I’m that guy
On the west side with niggas ready to ride
Keep the 4-5 in their ride whenever they riding

Feeling good cause we ain’t got to use the Llama
Having good times, living life with no drama
Sipping on some green tea I got in Arizona
Representing NYC in California

Yeah, it’s such a beautiful day
I’m making money and my president's black, what more can I say?
I’m about to put a thousand on the Lakers out in Vegas
Shit, I’m even getting love from the haters

I’m about to try and win the lotto
Feels good being me, middle finger up to 5-0
And everybody in the streets know how I roll
Real recognize real, I’m home wherever I go

[chorus]
You can find me on the west riding low
Looking fly in a mean '64 (get your hands up!)
Or you’ll catch me on the east with some dealers
Slash killers, paper chasing for the dough (get your hands up!)
Or down south with a big booty shorty
Fly face with a sucker in her mouth (now get your hands up!)
Or midwest, where the bad meets the evil
All my people show me love when I come out (get your hands up!)

[bridge]
Now all my west coast niggas, where we at? (we’re on the grind)
And all my east coast niggas, where we at? (we’re on the grind)
And all my midwest niggas, where we at? (we’re on the grind)
And all my down south niggas, where we at? (we’re on the grind)

[verse 2]
Ha, I’m nationally known
It doesn’t matter the area code, I’m at home
Homies in Kentucky, got shorties in Mississippi
They’re texting me how they’re missing me, baby, I gets busy

It’s N-double-O-Dizzy on now
Got dudes pushing snow like they're working for the plow
Got dudes holding heat, all you’ll hear is boom bow
It’s a cold, cold world out there but we ain’t wilding out

We chilling in Illinois, hitting Chi-Town, baby
Flying through the city like it’s my town, baby
Ill new system bumping Kidz in the Hall
Like I’ve done been through it all, money I want more

Get your hands up high like you’re under arrest
You under the stress, come ride, you can run with the best
North, south, to the east then we run to the west
Throwing them W’s up, showing much respect, I’m that guy


[chorus]
Track Name: My City
[verse 1]
Ride, ride, ride with me, y'all
Take a little trip with me through 914
Welcome to my home, welcome to my town
Welcome to the city that taught me to get down

The home of E. Brand, the home of me, man
Hilton Armstrong, we did it cause we can
Chilling at the movie theatres on the weekend
Cortlandt Town Center trying to find a Puerto Rican

These are the good days, young dudes got hood ways
Young shorties here never act their age
Young cats wear do-rags, no braids or waves
Besides school, the movies is where they misbehave

We from Peekskill, baby
And the Peekskill babies rep Peekskill crazy
No Martin Luther, but it pops off on Main Street
Damn, I love the city that made me

[chorus]
My city got them hit making, trunk bumping, love it in your whip and
Living life with loud music bumping in my system
Smiling at them cops cause them haters can't get me
I feel like I'm a king in my city
And we almost lost...
Everything that we came for, but nah y'all, we got to work harder
Til we getting money like we're young S. Carters
Grind til we die, that's how all of us was brought up

So the other day, I'm driving up by the high school and I seen my man up there, chilling.
I'm like, "Yo, what you doing up here? We graduated years ago, son. Leave them girls alone."

[verse 2]
Ride, ride, ride with me, y'all
Take another ride with me through 914
Niggas ice grill if they've never seen you before
They're plotting on your rob, you better get out of dodge

And if somebody dies here, we all know about it
Small city but this shit's still hood, never doubt it
PHS to Park Street, we're all bout it, bout it
4th of July, we all hit the river and it be crowded

Hollering at them jump offs, hoping something jump off
They be fronting most of the time, so it never jump off
10566 rep crazy
Damn I love the city that made me

[chorus]

It's crazy, cause the other day I went to the barbershop and there was like 5 barbers in there but only one of them could cut.
I'm sitting there waiting for him, and he calls me up like, "Yo Noodle, want your cut?" I'm like, "Oh yeah, no doubt."
So I get up in the chair, you know, he does his thing. He cuts me up, and he gives me the mirror...and son Zekes me!
I'm like, "Yo, you know you ain't getting paid for this, right?"

[verse 3]
Yeah, glad you could ride with me, y'all
Hope you enjoyed your stay here in 914
All we do is play ball, or beats to spit bars
From Bohlman to Dunbar, even up in Stuhr Gardens

Where we dream to be at Madison Square Garden
Out of these apartments, my city's the hardest
My heart is the largest, loving it for real
You looking for me, I'm in Peekskill

[chorus]
Track Name: 914
[verse 1 intro]
Noodle: Yo CYPH, get in my nigga.
CYPH-LOW: It is What it Is, baby.

[verse 1 - CYPH-LOW]
I was born in the city where the skinny niggas ride
Born in the city where the skinny niggas pull 4-5s and make any nigga fry, any nigga die
Life ain't always pretty in the city where the niggas want to hit me When they see me sitting pretty, riding by
Low, I keep a little 9 or a 4-5 with me in the stizzy everytime you see me drive

Oh Lord, go y’all Izod, iPod full of beats, go hard like a freak
Spit like a retard with no teeth, move bricks, try to dodge the police
Think quick when you walk in the streets, don’t bitch cause you’re talking to a beast, and that be me
And if you walk through 9-1-4, you better ask about C-Y-P, ya know

[verse 2 intro]
Noodle: Yo Haze, what's good my nigga?
R. Haze: Yo! Yo Noodle, I got you on this one.

[verse 2 - R. Haze]
I rep that 9 like the thing on my waistline
1 like the top spot, can’t none of y’all take mine
4 like the golfer when he swing at the tee
Peekskill, Click City, nigga that’s where I be

H-A-Z-E, the best ever from Westchester, besides The Lox
And I invest in that cocaine just like the stocks
Anytime I’m in the game, I’m scoring
I’m the rap Elt Brand, Armstrong, and Ben Gordon, I’m on

[verse 3 intro]
Noodle: Yeah! Young Guito, it's on you, kid.
Young Guito: I got you, my nigga.

[verse 3 - Young Guito]
It’s GTG, Mr. Get Guap, homie
Straight out of Click City with the 5th cocked on me
Cause I can’t let a nah nigga get the drop on me
When that thing pop, you’ll get lowered in a box slowly

Cause I’m a one man army, I rock doly
I don’t need a squad, Y.G. will squeeze the rod
So fuck how tough you think you is
You’ll get shot like Pac if you think you BIG, up in...

[verse 4 intro]
Noodle: N-double-O! Hah!

[verse 4 - Noodle]
Leave it up to the realest nigga alive to destroy and eat these wack MCs

I smack MCs, choke you rappers out like you don’t have to breathe
I told you niggas fall back, let me stack my cheese
But they keep on trying to rap to the beats, that’s when you end up with tragedies

One rapper, two rappers, three rappers, four
In just 6 of my bars I murdered 40 million more
And all you underground niggas ain’t show us love before
Don’t you niggas dare ever get caught slipping up there in the 9-1-4
Track Name: Time Machine
[verse 1 intro - Sabrina Michelle]
1990s: Music became more creative then ever. Hip hop was at its highest as an influence in the lives of the people.

[verse 1 - Noodle]
It was the 90s, a point in time where hip hop was something to listen to
Real stories, not just who's flossing and killing who
The realest dudes, when you mastered your flow or was lyrical
If not, as soon as you stopped spitting, niggas spit at you

Rocking the crowd with bars harder than a helmet
Get a mic and you melt it, even them haters felt it
Nobody could deny it if you're fire
And now it's like you rap, they deny it, cause all you rappers is liars

Before the internet became a grind
Open mics and showcases wasn't a waste of time
I bet if you did a little history then you would find
To be the best of the future, you gotta go back in time

[verse 2 intro - Sabrina Michelle]
1980s: The decade in which hip hop was born. The decade of dancing and having fun.

[verse 2]
These days, we were doing all we could for you
Had to rely on the music, it felt good to you
Speed it up, slow it down, take it to the floor, now
Your town, my town, no town like Motown

Going to the showdown, first 80s hoedown
In the middle of Harlem, we're on a roll now
Listening to Kool Herc spitting on stage
Break dancing, MCs, and DJs

The golden age, the golden era
Where Hip hop's born, in the Bronx, it couldn't be better
You can grab a microphone if you had the heart
If you didn't have skills, they'd rip you apart

Everything was original and made you groove
No promotional stunts, no Auto-Tunes
It was real as Roxanne in the good ol' days
The 80s, where being real got you radio play...huh huh...

[verse 3 intro - Sabrina Michelle]
1970s: Music was moreso personal, relevant to whatever you experienced in life; unity was displayed.

[verse 3 - Noodle]
70s music included a lot of soul
A little inspiration, a little rock and roll
We was born to be wild and lose control
And overcome what came about the years before

We can act like being black or white never meant shit
Color of your skin could determine a friendship
White people used to come and watch Jimi Hendrix
Black people still beefing, trying to get in shit

Hustling's poppin, cocaine's poppin
You could get it, you could use it, you could be like Janis Joplin
Or try to make a profit something like Frank Luc
Feel the magic from the blues and, baby, you can't lose

Pimps on the rise, real thugs, and more
Real bosses in the mob was around for sure
In the music you could hear the people ask about war
1970s, what was war good for?

[verse 4 intro - Sabrina Michelle]
1960s: Music was influenced in expressing new ideas, raising issues of the decade.

[verse 4 - Noodle]
See, 1960s music jumps on the scene
With a dream, and letting our freedom ring
Shout to Martin Luther King, for him being brave
Cause him being brave allowed me to be me today

Obama's here now, but JFK
Was a hero in the 60s, blown away
We're supposed to be equal, all of our people
But JFK wouldn't sell us out like the Beatles

Making music wasn't for the cash
It was helping our people, you can ask Johnny Cash
Ironic, music was more like a movement
Civil rights on the mic, start a revolution

That opened up them doors for you to be you
So do whatever you can for you to be true
This is real music, hope you like the sound
Back to the future, let's listen to music now
Track Name: Long Gone
[chorus]
I been long gone, I been on my grind
I won't be gone long, I'll be back in time for you
So hold on, I'm in the booth, I'm on the block
The 9 to 5, everything I do's for you

[verse 1 - Noodle]
Another brother coming up, now understand
I'm doing all I can as a man
I'm trying to survive in a world that was planned
To bring my brothers down to the ground, God damn

I asked my lady, "What you crying for?
I'm on the other side, what you think I'm grinding for?
And what you think a brother's doing all this rhyming for?"
If I say it's all for me, I'd be lying, y'all

And I'm as true as the truth gets
My fam talks slick and and say a brother's quick to split
Like I ain't chilling with the family and the little kids
I'm like, "Look, there's too much money out there to get"

And then I stroll on my own path
Gotta get this money up, the cops is on my black ass
They can't stop me, I'ma rise like the price of gas
And I'ma grind for this paper til the day I pass

[chorus x2]

[verse 2 - LaRue]
Listen carefully, I'm out here hustling
I can't be struggling, working hard and ending up with nothing
Economy's assed out, loans ain't being passed out
Drug game? Nah I ain't going that route

So I go in shows and party, that's my way to get out
Selling CDs and t-shirts, that's my hustle route
The gift of gab, to sell until I'm sold out
Offers on the table, none in the millions so I gotta hold out

Managed a few artists but they didn't pan out
You can't stop my grind, I gotta go all out
Til the death of me, for the love of my family
I tell my wife, "This is how it's gotta be"

But she wants to beef with me and don't believe up in my dream
So I created the BURN U team to get this cream
Unity and positivity, whatever falls in between
We need a lot of green, catch us on the movie screens

[chorus x2]

[verse 3 - Noodle]
Yo M-Nasty, just let it breathe
Now let it breathe
Yeah, now let's be honest, ain’t a rapper out there rhyming
Or grinding harder then N-double-O-D as you can see

Told y’all on the track with Jass D, I’m an insomniac
All over this almanac, rappers rapping cannot relax
Taking NoDoz, me and La spitting them dope flows
Too sick for a quarantine, I cop the cure, bozos

There he go go, like Gadget when he go-go
Try to diss the N-O-O is definitely a no no
Interview after interview and promo to promo
This kid will go go c-c-c-crazy, l-l-l-loco

On the Frank Sinatra verse on Escape Route
Sacrifice the family and them chicks for this paper count
Then create that bank account, get that paper and take it out
Tell the family I’ve been long gone, but I done made it out

[chorus x2]
Track Name: End of the Day
This is the track for those that didn't believe in him
Those that bailed out during times when we really needed them
Those that crossed me, thinking that I was on the team with them
I hope they see my success now and I hope it eats at them

And those that laughed every time that we were greeting them
Saying we would make it when they really didn't see it in him
I rep my city to death, I'm never leaving them
If you ain't like me then, it's fuck you now, it's that easy man

It's for my brother, when he thought his girl would cheat on him
Cried, but for the sake of the kids, he would try to be with her
Another everyday, he'd try to balance time with me and her
Puttin' up with her bullshit, I'm here if you need me bro

It's been a long and bumpy road, I tie my sneakers up
Walk with me if you want, and turn your speakers up
Now roll your windows down and put your middle fingers up
And scream "Fuck the world and whoever disagrees with us"

In high school, this rap shit was just a dream to us
Now we hit the studio, it's a reality to us
To all you local MC's, think you seeing us?
I will eat you alive alone, and I'll beat you up

Taking shots at Feature on the low, I see what's up
Take a shot at me on a track nigga, and see what's up
Shouts to Urbanizm, M-Nasty, what up
I got this booth on fire and I barely heated up

See, everybody in the world says they're feeling us
I see success around the corner so I speed it up
My mama used to tell me, "Boy, you don't need to rush"
I was 16, I turned around, and now was 21

I give thanks to my grandma for trying to keep me up
And thanks to my girl for once trying to teach a nigga trust
And J-Pound, I love you my nigga, keep in touch
And Noyd, thanks for looking out when I need it, cuz

Tianna, I love you to death, I don't see you much
If I could change that then I would, please believe it, yup!
Cause every time I think of you, I feel I need to jump
I could touch the sky with you in mind, Crazy T what up

Now look at me, I'm stuck
Wondering why Mrs. Cora can't be with us, she's resting in peace above
And now I miss her to death, she would speak with love
I think of her and Uncle Billy, and I need a hug

I never met a girl as real as Janeika nor Alicia
But I ain't really had the time to try and speak to them
In my life, I messed a whole lot of people up
Came between best friends, that's just what creepin' does

I broke a lot of hearts, that's what a secret does
Things we do for love, I can't explain what kind of creep I was
But maybe it wasn't me, they just needed love
But damn, who was there for me when I needed love?

Who was there with two arms when I needed hugs?
I'm on my grind every day, I still need a buzz
I'm fucking up, my head hurts, I think I need a drug
I can't breathe, I nearly messed my breathing up

Your boy got a million songs for the people
But they're in my notebook, cause studio time ain't free for us
It's a new day, so hopefully we'll see what's up
And fuck those who ain't believe in us! My God...