Up On The Hill
It’s just a hill of beans to some
Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they’re taking their lump
See I grew up on the hill
But still I keep a ready head
A mind of my own like West gave to Freddy
As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth
Spending nights with my whites, knocked out my tooth
Yeah, it scarred my soul
And fucked me up like vodka
Had me walking around mumbling shit like I was Latka
The hill don’t discriminate, they know who you are
If you make it over the edge then baby, you the star
Now big top knows all the choices you chose
Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes
Now up on the Hill is where you’ll find us
Yeah up on the Hill that shit is timeless
Yeah up on the Hill that burns the brightest
Yeah up on the Hill, up on the Hill
And up on the Hill is where you’ll find us
And up on the Hill this shit is timeless
Yeah up on the Hill there ain’t no contest
Yeah up on the Hill, up on the Hill
Now go make your mound in an anthill, sonny
You be dead by 40, but you make a lot of money
A shot Glock is dropped, choose money choose
And if you ain’t up on the Hill, you lose
Now damn the jokes and damn the torpedoes
Live a life of your dreams, like Boz did Lido
I say Lido, woah
I said one more time, ought to get it
Now look up, look up higher and see
It’s not as hard as you figured it would be
Now 2 tonne, 2 tonnes lighter, agreed
Now if it’s alright with you it’s alright with me
Now up on the Hill is where you’ll find us
Yeah, up on the Hill that shit is timeless
Yeah up on the Hill there ain’t no contest
Yeah up on the Hill, up on the Hill
Yeah up on the Hill is where you’ll find us
Yeah up on the Hill that shit is timeless
Yeah up on the Hill there ain’t no contest
Yeah up on the Hill, up on the Hill
Love Unlimited
Yeah, yeah, yeah..
Barry White, saved my life
And if Barry White, saved your life
Or got you back with your ex-wife
Sing Barry White (Barry White)
Barry White (Barry White)
It’s alright (it’s alright)
Now I was watching Banacheck
My mind’s eye right back when I was a seed
And learnin’ about life
At night they came together and gave me sight
He said it’s better doing this, than sucking on a pipe
Now when she came over, she brought the discus
On and on, she promised to kick this
EWF, stole my breath
When he finished, there was nothing left
Barry White, saved my life
And if Barry White, saved your life
Or got you back with your ex-wife
Sing Barry White (Barry White)
Barry White (Barry White)
It’s alright (it’s alright)
Over and over, ‘til it’s ready
Sing about it low and fat like J. P. Getty
We make it happen, ass slappin’
Sitting on the point to where you never catch us nappin’
C.O. Efino, he got the money grips
No parking for Saturday night and the Pips
The Pips know the hymns, they singing along
Like knowing the verbs is gonna keep you from the twilight
Mmm, do a little like that
Barry White (Barry White)
You know it’s alright (it’s alright)
Barry White, saved my life
And if Barry White, saved your life
Or got you back with your ex-wife
Sing Barry White (Barry White)
Barry White (Barry White)
You know it’s alright (it’s alright)
The View Belongs To Everyone
Paulie ran like hell, car-jacked my momma’s Pontiac
Dropped it off at the house, said he was sorry and he’d bring it back
I’m going to major league, I’m fighting a heart attack
But that was that, now I’m up to Hackensack
Runnin’, Kosky mooskered to the L.I.E
Traffic out the ass as far as the eye could see
Flip on the radio: ‘Tony Ben BC, 3 men shot tryin’ to free Gotti’
The View Belongs To Everyone (x4)
He heard they moved the Don out west somewhere like Oregon
Long live the king runnin’ the marathon
He drifted back to ‘Days’ at the Octagon
Where the Goombas held the guards and did the pissing on
And now there ain’t no mob just some criminal collective
Since Rudi and the right, got his ass re-elected
We esteem too easy, obtain too cheap
And we talk a lot of shit from the back fuckin’ seat
The View Belongs To Everyone (x4)
The View Belongs To Everyone (x4)
Long live the King, but who will wear his crown
They’re flowing like a stream, deep from underground
Long live the king, but who will wear his crown
Can you get down, can you get down?
Korean Bodega
He got the pizza and brew, sensational
20,000 out on the street and accidental
Here’s to the one, the one around my way
Giving love to the peoples, many hours, many days
See he is both the hero and the pragmatist
Doin’ push-ups in the back, and waving his fists
The kids from the school, call it subterfuge
Scars on his limbs he’s about to use
Korean Bodega, it’s in my favour (x2)
See him hangin’ on the street with the ill shopkeeper
Breakin’ down a broken parking meter
Sprite on ice, fruit loops
Jesse James got a lot of customers but don’t know their names
Downtown like Pit Street they run outta hope
They far from legit sellin’ heroin and coke
He says you catch me doin’ that you hangin’ out on a rope
I got a Korean Bodega, my shit is dope
Korean Bodega, it’s in my favour (x2)
Back On The Block
I think about the block keep it close like treasure
Keep it packed away where no one can enter
Got pulled out of the mix like forever and ever
I thought you told me how you felt about it in your letter
But now it’s all behind me like Giorgio Armani
I’m sipping Campari, feedin’ my dog salami
Never gave nobody up, I did my time I didn’t bitch
Since I been back I heard you switched
But I’m back on the block
And the air tastes sweeter
Yeah I’m back on the block
And I barely believe ya
Yeah I’m back on the block
And the air tastes sweeter
Yeah I’m back on the block
I remember the block and how it all began
You was a ramblin’ man with a shank in your hand
Now, when they ran up Fisty cuts in the plan
One who does it, who you was
So you dropped on the cousin and you blamed it on me
He said nothing to the man but he said something to me
One-to-three but still, I gave him the fifth
But since I’ve been back I heard you switched
And she keeps goin’ on and on about it, hmm hmm
And he keeps goin’ on and on and on about it hmm hmm
And Joe Getty from the store, he keeps goin’ on and on about it
He keeps goin’ on and on about it
But I’m back on the block and the air tastes sweeter
Yeah I’m back on the block and I barely believe ya
Yeah I’m back on the block and the air tastes sweeter
Yeah I’m back on the block
10th Street
When 8 o’clock rolls around
And the same old shit is gettin’ you down
Go to 10th Street, yeah 10th Street
If you don’t want D and you don’t want that crap
But you gotta get the monkey off ya back
Go to 10th Street, 10th Street
We got what ya need
A little bag with much too many seeds
Up on 10th Street
Baby, baby keep it down
I believe I see the man
Look around as much as you like
Smell the bags and hold on tight on 10th Street
Yeah, 10th Street
They’ll gladly snatch your cash
Give you joker shit and call it hash on 10th Street
That’s right on 10th Street
We got what ya need
A little bag with much too many seeds
Up on 10th Street
Baby, baby keep it down
I believe I see the man
Baby, baby keep it down
I believe I see the man
Sugar
Back in ‘78, I was a kid,
I didn’t know shit and I never did
When the summer got hot, we prayed for rain
But since the lights went out, I never been the same
But when we got older I caught the guts
Livin’ in the park with the rest of the nuts
But now I waiver, I feel it heavy on my mind
A life-saver that’s been there all the time
And she don’t lie, she don’t lie but I do
She don’t know, she don’t know what I do
And it weigh heavy on my mind
The booker got blessed on her date of birth
From Green Point Ave across to Bensonhurst
She keep my family together, keeps my foes at bay
And when she’s chillin’ off the leash you better stay away
I remember you and I, we used to chill on a stoop
Maxin’ and lookin’ without any loot
Now you got it going strong I feel long in the tooth girl
You got it going strong but I feel long in the tooth
And I don’t know what to feel anymore
But I’m trying, I’m trying to tell her
And I don’t know what to think anymore
But I think, I think I ought to build myself up now
And she don’t lie, she don’t lie but I do
She don’t know, she don’t know what I do
And it weigh heavy on my mind
Southside
On a night with no lights
They found a young girl’s body
Jigged and beaten and they made it a priority
But the boys in blue couldn’t solve the case
Because the girl that hit the curb didn’t have no face
They found her on Delancey Street, Christmas Eve
No suspect sought, much to my relief
And I said wash your face little girl, for real
Pretend you came back with that mass appeal
Now diamonds for your pearl, clickin’ them heels
Shaking that ass for extra value meals
And down that part of town, that frightens the masses
Filled with mean motherfuckers and noxious gases
Delancey I love you, I need you
You’re the only one for me
Delancey I love you, I need you
I’ll meet you on the south side of the street
Southside!
Southside!
They all bums girl, they all bums girl
They livin’ in them fucked up places
I’m talking murder, I’m talking blackmail and jazz
And guys with burnt up faces
Delancey I love you, I need you
You’re the only one for me
Southside!
Southside!
Delancey I love you, I need you
I’ll meet you on the south side of the street
Southside
You know that you’re the flower, baby I am Dr Pepper
I saw you on the street and it made me feel much better
Yeah I dragged him across the ground to show him what he’d done
I seen that F train coming, shining like the sun
Yeah I looked both ways before I pushed him in the track
I heard a scream, a crack and I never looked back
Delancey on my mind, on my mind
Delancey on my mind, on my mind
Delancey on my mind, on my mind
Southside
Southside
Delancey on my mind, on my mind
Delancey on my mind, on my mind
Delancey on my mind, on my mind
We Are All Very Worried About You
5 to 7 minutes to go, can you feel this?
Your life on the streets is done, forget the business
You get what you give, another day another dead one
Picture me out on the edge with that half a tonne
Tryin’ to move it on up, tryin’ to move the fuck out
You ain’t Billy the Kid, you ain’t no ghetto son with clout
No doubt you had it hard
Just a shard from the mirror that went out
Yeah we’re all very worried about you
Yeah we’re all very worried about you
And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up
And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up
And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up
And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up
You was a little out of line but you acted like you cared
And from now on, your life, and his, forever paired
I’m out on the streets, hearin’ bullshit for weeks
I think it’s time for you and me to meet
And if it’s all minor scales and the cheque ain’t in the mail
Why you feelin’ like you failed, wind blowin’ past your sail
Nice place you live now son, where you gonna run?
Understand where we comin’ from, put down the gun
Yeah we’re all very worried about you
Yeah we’re all very worried about you
And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up
Now if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up
And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up
Now if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up
All For Self
Now I thought we’d come alive and
Stop all this drunken driving
You were the one who wanted to storm those gates
And kill those prophets that couldn’t relate
But still you’re the one who wanted to save your soul
With all your bullshit rock and roll
But now she hides her eyes
Burns her house and hopes she dies
Never gettin’ my hands dirty
Uh-huh, uh-huh
It’s not just for myself
Not just all for self, no
And I figured we’d move it on up, move it on up, yeah
Not just for myself, not just all for self, no
Now hey put your hand in mine
Come daddy come show me a sign
Now what I do, I do for you’se
The white and the black and the browns and the blues
Now progress comes in two foot waves
For moving earth and diggin’ graves
Now he tried to justify it
But he’ll feel better once he tries it
Never gettin’ my hands dirty
Uh-huh, uh-huh
It’s not just for myself
Not just all for self, no
And I figured we’d move it on up, move it on up, yeah
Not just for myself, not just all for self, no, no, no
All My Time Is Gone
Like 1910 love, 5 point hit
All you had was your fist if it was in the grim/grin
Some say they’re ignorant
They leave a trail spend hard time in jail
And bang their girl through the mail
But now millennium where’d the time go?
And while the lines show now sit dressed up before Geraldo
Now if you’ve seen hard times you’re not alone
9-7 Hoboken upon your telephone
All my time is gone
All my time is gone
So familiar I hear the music in my head (x2)
Now I got myself in with men of respect
I might get off easy, or get a broken neck
But when they find me I’ll give ‘em hell
Not fallin’ ‘cos I never fail
Like Rocky ‘til the ringin’ bell
Hard times, depression’s curve
I think I’ll write about nouns, but nothing but verbs
I wanna run, you make me stay
I slip the edge of the map until I get out of range
All my time is gone
Yeah, all my time is gone
So familiar I hear the music in my head
Yeah, all my time is gone
All my time is gone
So familiar I hear the music in my head
Big Night Out
Maximilian morals, difference in opinion
I was with him, he had 7 Jack and Cokes in him
They had platform heels, nose job bills
Some look like they’re ill with the fucked up grill
Supermodels on my D, 1-2-3
He said “two for you, two for me”
Face like a saint, suckin’ like a sinner
Cocaine makes you thinner
Cocaine makes you thinner, mmm
I got supermodels on my D (x3)
Like Roger Grimsby on Eye Witness News man
He’ll tell you the truth while he’s singin’ the blues
Just like Gasarama on Avenue B
He’ll check under the hood, man he’ll teach you Tai Chi
He laughed and with a gesture ordered drinks for the girls
He said “You gotta have the love in this fucked up world”
You gotta have the love in this fucked up world
You gotta have that sweet, sweet love
That keeps you warm at night - ooo bop bop shabba
You gotta have that love, for the world
The world ain’t what it’s cracked up
Get it cracked up to be? - ha ha ha
Shoo be doo bop bop bop
I got Supermodels on my D (x7)
Can’t you see, can’t you see
That I got a supermodel on my D
Can’t you see, can’t you see
That there’s a supermodel on my D
You know that she loves the D
You know that she needs the D
And you know what? It’s my D…
Can’t you see, can’t you see
That I got a supermodel on my D
Can’t you see, can’t you see
That I got a supermodel on my D, yeah
Mini Bar Blues
Now everyone is goin’ out, but I’m stayin’ in
See I got to nurse my lonely heart, with the mini bar gin
It’s not that my baby is mad at me, no,
For doin’ something wrong
It’s just that I’m so far, far away from her
And I’ve been there for so long
So won’t you please try and understand
That we ain’t that kind of band
You choose and you choose, baby
You sometimes end up with the mini bar blues
Now love thy neighbour and the children they flock
But suckers that ??? me baby are suckers that I Glock
See I’m the fire hose
And everybody knows
That I’ll knock you down
And kick that ass
So when I go out on the town
Straight out the ground
I ain’t lookin’ to get on down
It’s just one of them things ask Steve, me and the fellas
Sippin’ on some Heinekens, see what I’m tryin’ to express through my music
So won’t you please try and understand
That we ain’t that kind of band
You choose and you choose, baby
You sometimes end up with the mini bar blues
[Bonus] “Fisty Nuts”
Fisty Nuts!!!
(repeated throughout the song)
