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Voilà jpense avoir fait un tour complet de la planète New York...ENFIN DES PRINCIPAUX RAPPEURS QUOI !!!
Si ya unrappeur que vous aimez bien et que jai pas citer n'hésitez pas à mlacher un message jme ferais un plaisir de faire un article sur lui surtout sil en vaut la peine...

Queensbrige, New York, 1991
A l' âge de 15 ans, Havoc (Albert Johnson) et Prodigy (Kijuan Muchita) sont étudiants dans une école d' art et design. Une amitié naît entre eux, fondée sur une passion : le rap. Inspirés par les pionners du rap originaire du Queens Run DMC, ils passent leur temps libre à rapper et décident, en 1992, de former un groupe. C' est la naissance de Mobb Deep.

Le premier album de Mobb Deep, intitulé "Juvenile Hell", sort en 1993, alors que Havoc et Prodigy n' ont que 17 ans. Malgré des titres comme "Peer Pressure" (produit par DJ Premier), ou encore "Me & My Crew," "Hold Down The Fort" and "Flavor For The Non Believers", l' album ne connaît pas un grand succès, mais Hav et P ne sont qu' au début de leur carrière..

Deux ans plus tard, en 1995, sort "The Infamous" qui cette fois-ci connaît un succès immédiat avec le titre "Shook Ones Part II". L'album sort sur le label Loud, un des plus grands labels de rap aux Etats-Unis (Wu-Tang, M.O.P.,..), et devient disque d' or (500 000 ventes aux Etats-Unis). Parmi les titrres phares, on remarque aussi "Eye For An Eye (Your Beef Is Mine)" Featuring Raekwon (du Wu-Tang) et Nas, "Survival Of The Fittest", "Q.U.-Hectic"...La plupart étant produits par Havoc. En Résumé, "The Infamous" est considéré comme un classique par tous les fans de Mobb Deep.

L' année suivante, c' est un nouveau classique que Hav et P nous ont préparé. Il s' agit de "Hell On Earth". Le Single "Hell on Earth (Front Lines)" est largement diffusé, ainsi que son clip qui illustre parfaitement l' ambiance de l' album, qui devient d' ailleurs disque d' or aux Etats-Unis. Mobb Deep passe alors à un stade supérieur, et retient l' attention des fans dans le monde entier.
A noter aussi, "G.O.D. Pt. 3", et l' incontournable "Drop A Gem On 'Em".

Il faudra attendre 1999 pour écouter le quatrième opus de Mobb Deep, "Murda Musik" , qui devient rapidement disque de platine ( 1 million de ventes aux Etats-Unis). Les productions de Havoc sont toujours aussi sombres et réussies. Le remix de "Quiet Storm" (Feat. Lil' Kim), ainsi que "U.S.A.", "What's Ya Poison" (featuring Cormega), et "It' s Mine" (Feat. Nas) donnent a "Murda Muzik" toute sa dimension.

Fin 2000, Prodigy sort son 1er album solo, H.N.I.C. Il collabore avec de nombreux producteurs, et y invite ses amis du Queens avec entre autres Noreaga sur l' excellent "What u rep" , Big Noyd sur "Infamous Minded" et "Gun Play", et évidemment Havoc sur "Wanna Be Thugs" et "Delt with the Bullshit" (Havoc a d' ailleurs produit ces deux titres). L' intro, quant à elle, a été confiée à Bars 'n' Hooks, le premier duo signé sur le label Infamous records.
Un peu plus d' un mois après sa sortie, H.N.I.C. est disque d' or.

Décembre 2001, "Infamy", le cinquième album de Mobb Deep, arrive dans les bacs. Havoc a comme d' habitude produit la plupart des titres, Scott Storch , Alchemist et EZ-Elpee en ont toutefois produit quelques uns. A noter entre autres "burn", "Get Away", "Nothing Like Home", et "Hey Luv (Anything)" (featuring 112). Cette dernière sort de ce qu' on a l' habitude d'entendre, elle peut etre classifiée comme une love song.. Apparemment l' album sera bien accueilli par le public.

Lyrics:
Album: Murda Muzik
Song: Thug Muzik

The infamous all around and you know we get down
So everybody hit the ground before you hear the loud sound
Thug muzik, thug muzik (2 times)

All that's loose leaf, my big game
Scrow foul lives, snake eyes
Ready with steel at any given time
I'm a kill, stone-hearted nigga at will
Done this shit real, riddle in a life appeal
And losing again for real like -Armageddon-
Tech sweating your direction
Your face change applection
My whole life been destined, to show as the moon, shape cressin
Caressing these raps like backrubs and bath tubs
I'm blessed, mics of all types learn their lesson
Live from the strike -deadly-
Like gas chambers and pengas in jail
You know the dreal, QB on the hill where I chill
41 side still real, it ain't gone change
My niggas think long range crack the skull frame
Simple and plain fake niggas want claim fame
Real niggas up north, the Vack Sing Sing
It don't make a diff don, first nigga if done
We hit done, make it so shitting up, run up with my gun up
Nigga you be done up right, QB at the end of the night
Take a serve

Chorus

What's your position?
Trying to come at me sideways
But they ass backwards, jealousy- that's all that is
I see that shit a mile away, but its all gravy
One little glitch and your plan getting hit baby
I got enough for you butt niggas laying in the cut
Like a pit never give up
Character ass, amateur ass, damage your ass
With a touch of class handle that ass
Two aluminum bats, ruin them cats, to explosive gas
Doing them cats, my crew's in the back
Losing it black, I be that bold cat, shine him with the black gat
Hitting it close to my back, my whole click stay strapped
On some Queens bridge survival shit, we strike like that
Full force, we blast at your main source

Chorus

As I sit back don, I think about my past
When my moms had no cash, and my first time catching crabs
Or at the time when my brother got splashed
It hurt my ass, to see him pass
But now I gotta keep on moving to get this cash
You better kill his ass, if you wanna pass
The premicise for the minister's kid
Called the infamous
Forgive but we never forget
All that fake snake shit, could I never regret
Cause I learn from mistakes that be guiding my steps
But we pull out and cock twice nigga
When you least expect

Chorus

It's Murda Muzik, real life situations, placed on the paper
For all you cats rapping acting like it cant happen
Nigga we the most infamous, my team
Glows in the dark and clicks the dullest
Overconfident niggas get punished
Take a number and get in and get on line for drama
You whiling like you was one of my own
That shit don't mix, we clashing
Make moves, handle your biz
Gun po's, take action, reach for those
Long chrome noses -up- my gun blows
Your legs turn noodles, you shot a few going down
I give you that much, you ain't out
Close but no ci-gar, you must be a fucking retard
Extending your arm in my direction
You better squeeze hard, my rank is that of up most respect
You niggas only know what you heard on cassette
Manifest words in a flash, niggas only see the light
After they bleed a few pints
Take your most VP don, leave them like the letter T
You won't see me run, unless its police
Now take these words home and think it through
For the next rhyme we write might be about you don

All you niggas so confuses, this is giving you Thug Muzik (2 times)

Artist: Mobb Deep (The Infamous)
Album: The Infamous
Song: Shook Ones Pt II

(Intro)
Word up son, word
yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas
(yo I got the phone thing, knowmsayin', keep your eyes open)
for real niggas who ain't got no feelings
(keep your eyes open)
(no doubt, no doubt son, I got this, I got this)
(just watch my back, I got this first, yo)
check it out now
(word up, say it to them niggas, check this out it's a murda)

[Prodigy]
I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Chorus:
Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look
they shook
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death, scared to look

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

[Havoc]
For every rhyme I write, its 25 to life
yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
ain't no time for hesitation
that only leads to incarceration
you don't know me, there's no relation
Queensbridge niggas don't play
I don't got time for your petty thinking mind
son, I'm bigga than those claimin' that you pack heat
but you're scared to hold
and when the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
13 years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
you talk a good one but you don't want it
sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
no time to dwell on that 'cause my brain reacts
front if you want kid, lay on your back
I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
stay in a child's place, kid you out o' line
criminal minds thirsty for recognition
I'm sippin' E&J, got my mind flippin'
I'm buggin' think I'm how bizar to hold my hustlin'
get that loot kid, you know my function
cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
and once I get on I'ma put on, on my people
react mix to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
when I roll up, don't be caught sleepin'
cause I'm creepin'

Chorus:

Son, they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(he's just a shook one)
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
(we live the live that of diamonds)

they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
scared to death and scared to look
they shook...
'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks, crooks..

livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
there's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds...earn funds
but some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
cowardly hearts end straight up shook ones...shook ones
he ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one...shook one

Yeah, yeah, yeah
To all the villains and a hundred dollar billas
To real brothers who ain't got no dealings
G-yeah, the whole Bridge, Queens get the money
41st side (he's just a shook one)
keepin' it real (you know)
Queens get the money...

Clips:

Mobb Deep - Shook Ones Part II

C'est au début des années 90 que neuf rappeurs issus du Bronx et de Staten Island fondent le Wu-Tang Clan. Un mythe est né. La formation se compose de GZA, RZA, Ol'Dirty Bastard, Raekwon, Method Man, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck, U-God et Masta Killah auxquels se joignent de temps à autres des familiers tels que Cappadonna, Wu-syndicate, Graveddiggaz, etc.

Ce collectif aborde dans sa musique des thèmes tels que la drogue et la pauvreté et fait naître le mythe du macho noir semant la terreur dans les rues, thème repris par de nombreux groupes hip-hop par la suite.

Si IAM puise son inspiration dans la trilogie Star Wars, le Clan puise la sienne dans les vieux films de kung-fu et dans la philosophie Shaolin. D'où leurs noms et celui du groupe: "Wu-tang" représente l'épée constituant l'exercice ultime des moines Shaolin. C'est de cette aura "shaolinnienne" que leur musique sera imprégnée.

Le Wu-Tang se fait connaître avec le single "Proteck Ya Neck". Il enchaîne en 1993 avec la sortie de l'album Enter The Wu-Tang (36th chambers ), contenant des 'bombes' comme "C.R.E.A.M." et "Tearz" grâce auxquelles ils vont décrocher deux Awards. Cet album les consacre "meilleur groupe de rap au monde".

On trouve ensuite quelques tentatives solo dont on ne retiendra que les très bons Only built 4 cuban linx de Raekwon et Ironman de Ghostface. RZA, quant à lui, s'impose comme l'un des meilleurs producteurs hip-hop, et travaille notamment avec Björk et Tricky. Il produira le très bon groupe "Gravediggaz".

En 1997, après un long passage à vide, le groupe revient dans les bacs avec Wu-Tang Forever. Cet opus ne rivalise pas avec son prédécesseur malgré certains bons morceaux comme "The City" ou "Little Ghetto Boy". Néanmoins, on y retrouve le crew au complet.

En 1998, RZA sort la B.O. de son film Bobby Digital, de bon niveau, et en 1999, le réalisateur, Jim Jarmush, fait appel à lui pour produire la B.O. de Ghost Dog dans lequel il tient même un petit rôle. Ghostface, quant à lui, nous revient avec Supreme Clientele, assez bon mais peu plébiscité par la critique.

Début décembre 2000, le clan au complet se fend d'un troisième opus: The Wu. Et courant 2001, sont prévus le nouveau Cappadonna, Yin et Yang: the pillage 2, et la suite du premier album de Raekwon, Cuba linx 2000.

Lyrics:

"Protect Ya Neck"

"So whassup man?
Coolin man"
"Chillin chillin?"
"Yo you know I had to call, you know why right?"
"Why?"
"Because, yo, I never ever call and ask, you to play somethin right?"
"Yeah"
"You know what I wanna hear right?"
"Whatchu wanna hear?
I wanna hear that Wu-Tang joint"
"Wu-Tang again?"
"Ahh yeah, again and again!"

[*sounds of fighting*]

[RZA] Wu-Tang Clan comin at ya, protect ya neck kid, so set it off
de Inspector Deck
[Meth] watch ya step kid (8X)


I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
The hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
Swingin through your town like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tic toc and keep tickin
While I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin
The Lone Ranger, code red, danger!
Deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal, too hot to handle
Ya battle, you're sayin Goodbye like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck, Inspector Deck's on the set
The rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal

[Raekwon]
The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
Rae got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
Then take all your assets
Cause I came to shake the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb, shit like math!
So if ya wanna try to flip go flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and
Hit ya with sixteen shots and more I got
Goin to war with the meltin pot hot

[Method]
It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth
Movin on your left, aah!
And set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break full, cock me back
Small change, they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
And like Fame!!, my style'll live forever
Niggaz crossin over, but they don't know no better
But I do, true, can I get a "sue"
Nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh
I mean ohh, yo check out the flow
like the Hudson or PCP when I'm dustin
Niggaz off because I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me *cough*


Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed
Oww, here comes my Shaolin style
Sloop-B and my b-boy's U
to my crew with the "suuue"

[*interlude*]
watch ya step kid [8X]
[Ol Dirty Bastard] c'mon baby baby c'mon [4X]
[RZA] Yo, ya best protect ya neck

[Ol Dirty Bastard]
First things first man you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
I'll attack any nigga who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you when you stepped through to
The Ol Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned if I let any man
Come to my center, you enter, the winter
Straight up and down that shit packed jam
You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin
Ason, Unique rollin with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!


For cryin out loud my style is wild so book me
Not long is how long that this rhyme took me
Ejectin, styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks from here to Oregon
Here's Mordigan, catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is my stompin grounds
I give a order to my peeps across the water
To go and snatch up props all around the border
And get far like a shootin star
Cause who I are, is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar
Point blank as I kick the square biz
There it is you're fuckin with pros and there it goes

[RZA]
Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that
It's ten o'clock hoe, where the fuck's your seed at
Feelin mad hostile, ran the apostle
Flowin like Christ when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style
the ruckus, ten times ten men committin mad sin
Turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin
Slayin boom-bangs like African drums (we'll be)
Comin around the mountain when I come
Crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like black unemployment
Yeah, another one dare, G-Gka-Genius
Take us the fuck outta here


The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels
Some ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table
That's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent
Your empire falls and ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
Should of pumped it when I rocked it
Niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors they're scared to death to pump these
First of all, who's your A&R
A mountain climber who plays an electric guitar
But he don't know the meaning of dope
When he's lookin for a suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight

[*sounds of fighting*]

[RZA] You best protect ya neck [4X]

"Reunited"



It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers [3X]
It's Wu, ah goin on

[Verse One: The Genius/GZA]

Reunited, double LP, we're all excited
Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments
Just consider the unparallel advantage
Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage

[Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus]

Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk
I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk
Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk
The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk
my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
I come like a thousand doves
Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love
Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse
Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
I don't walk, I get carried
Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly
but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out
Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth
You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash

[*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*]

[Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers [2X]
Yeah... and RZA

[Verse Three: RZA]

Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma
Stinkbox, order from pink dot
MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox
Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
attack when you least notice through explosive postage
I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head
Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig
I got the golden egg plus the goose
Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice
Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose
Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct
sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko
Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us

[Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung]

Is it appetite for destruction
Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin
Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle
Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow
It's only right you pay homage
to those that's bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal
Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals
got me where I wanna be right now, don't know the time
Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
Drunk off of cheap wine
Each line be on point when I speak mine
On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, Enter the Wu
Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through

[Outro: Roxanne]

It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers [6X]

[*violins play on for a while*]

It's Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers [5X]
Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng
Wu-Tannnnnnnng

[Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii
[Roxanne] And RZA...

"Gravel Pit"

[RZA]
1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit, the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time
It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga...

[HOOK: Paulissa Morgan]
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it

[Meth]
Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off course (off course)
Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be
The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH]
African killers bees black watch (black watch)
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...]


I'm the kid with the golden arms

[Meth]
And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks pass the blunt
My nigga don't front
You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH]
Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin
I don't croakin, from overdosin...
Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...]
Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride
Can't stand niggas that floss too much
Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much
Kid wanna get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck
I'm the one that called your bluff
When your boy tried to act tough...
Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up!
Now listen

[Meth over hook]
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...


E with the English, extinguish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup
Stepped out like what
What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo
Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks, rock those all day
1960 shit I'm Goldie
That's right motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old

[Raekwon]
Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here
The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you
That's what I'm talkin 'bout


Yo, step to my groove, move like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the techs and loot this
Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks
I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to bake
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits...
On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets
I hear the hot shit

[Meth over hook to end]

Clips:
Method Man et Redman - Da Rockwilder
Method Man - Judgement Day
Wu Tang Clan (au complet !!!) - Killa Beez

De retour après le blindé de tubes "Ghetto Fabolous", qu'on l'aime ou le déteste, on a affaire ici à l'un des meilleurs lyricistes du point de vue des punchlines pleines d'humour à poser sur des beats de clubs ou des chansons d'amour. Le succès de "Ghetto Fabolous" résidait dans le fait qu'il aît réussi à plaire au public d'adolescentes, qui pillent les magasins de disques, aussi bien qu'aux fans Hip Hop les plus hardcores. "Street Dreams" reprend la formule de son prédecesseur, soit: violence, armes, filles, sapes, caisses, thunes, etc (street dreams quoi), pour plaire à tout le public Hip Hop, avec des beats monstrueusement efficaces en soirées et un flow indéniablement créatif et drôle, mais qui peut saoûler à la fin...

Des morceaux tels que "Can't Let u Go" (a.k.a "I need a girl part 74" ;-)) avec sa comparse Lil' Mo, ou encore la reprise de Tamia "Into You" sont sûrs de tourner en boucle à la télé ou en radio et de plaire aux adolescentes et autres fleurs bleues, tandis que "This is my Party", "Sickalicious" avec Missy,"Throwback" raviront les clubbers soucieux de montrer leur beaux maillots old schools assortis à leurs casquettes et caleçons, "Why wouldn't I", "Forgive me Father", "Respect" sont là pour démontrer que Fab n'a pas qu'un flow féniant mais qui peut se durcir et être "street". Il en faut également pour les players un peu mysogines, d'où la présence de "Bad Bitch" et autres "Damn", "Call me"...

Dans une démarche logiquement commerciale on retrouve deux morceaux dépoussierés de "Ghetto Fabolous": "Keepin' it Gangsta" avec de nouveaux invités: M.O.P, Jadakiss et Styles, et "Trade it All part2" avec Diddy et Jagged Edge.

Bien évidemment le casting est digne d'Hollywood:Lil'Mo, Mike Shorey, Paul Cain, Snoop, Missy, M.O.P, Styles, Jadakiss, Ashanti, Mary J. Blige, P. Diddy, Jagged Edge...
On ne peut rester insensible à ce disque, diaboliquement bien huilé pour empocher des sous et des âmes de Hip Hoppers perdues.

Quelques Lyrics pour aperçu :
Into You(ft Ashanti):

Babygirl (I’ll really like)
Desert Storm (yeah)

I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my babygirl in the interviews now
And I don’t bring the problems from the 90s and the 2 thou
Theres no reason to have a friend or two now
Cuz the kids ready to tell you how he feel and a few vows
Maybe I speak in general now
But girl, imma do whatever just to keep a grin on u now
Where I roll, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn’t I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow
I aint concerned with other men with you now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a king to you now
And I aint jealous, it’s the principle now
I’m so into you

I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you

Come on ma
It’s more than a flashing
I woulda traded it all in orderly fashion
My billa in Florida we crashing
Just off the shore so you can hear when the water be splashing
The Drop top 3 in the quota we dashing
Flawless diamonds in the water we flashing
The money we oughta be stashing
I make sure ever quarter be cashed in

I can’t really explain it
My friends be thinking I’m slipping
These girls be thinking I’m tripping
What kinda weed u be smoking
What typa drinks u be sipping
Sweet thing just to think of you dipping
Would have me with the blue so hard
You would think I was crimping
Now you relaxing in the Benz
Credit cards are no limits
So u don’t worry about maxing when u spends
But since u been asking about the friends
How’d u like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends

I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you

I don’t wanna trip, but the truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak
Remind me of them trips to Roofchris
U love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you it aint because my whips is ruthless
So sit on chrome, dip the deuces
And you aint flattered by Canary’s and VS dip tay seuces
All the ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don’t let them kinda #’s impress you
Even though I was so unsuccessful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter’s been wonderful, my summer’s been special
That’s why the same bar while the villa been painted
Just so we can really get acquainted
The love is real, there’s no way you can feel like it’s tainted
But I can’t really explain it, yeah

I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you
I really like what you’ve done to me
I can’t really explain it
I’m so into you

Ohhhh, no no no no nooooo
Ooooohhhh no no
So many

Can't let U go (ft Lil mo)

Fabolous]
Baby girl
You know my situation
And sometimes I know you get impatient
But you don't put to on a show to get patience
Take it to court and go through litagations
And I respect ya gangsta
Treat you like a princess
And put something on your neck to thank ya
Shes my pinch hitta
When the startin lineup aint playin right
I come off the bench wit her
It might sound like im gassin ya
But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger
We been creepin and sneakin
Just to keep it from leakin
We so deep in our freakin
That we don't sleep on the weekend
Wifey
A little bit uptight
Wonderin why he comin home in the middle of the night
It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight
But i said it'll be alright

[Chorus - lil mo]
I really wanna be with you (be with you)
But I gotta be real with you (real with you)
I can't leave you alone (lone)
And I know I live and grown?
But i can't let ya go
Your the one i want in my life (want in my life)
Already got a wife (got a wife)
Can't leave you alone (lone)
And I know I live and grown?
But I can't let ya go

[Fabolous]
You aint ever step out of line
Or get out a pocket
So i made sure canary sent out your locket
To protect you, i'll get out and cock it
And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket
Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through
I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through
But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through
So i cop her one, and cop you one too
You always get a daily page, weekly ring
Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things
I aint gotta put a band on your finger
I worry about you tellin the whole world im your new allen springer
At first you were somethin i denied
Something I would slide
Just do somethin in the ride
But shorty
Theres something that you provide
Cause the entre pain is good without somethin on the side

[Chrous]

[Fabolous]
Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon
My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume
Its gonna be a clip towards if I go back
With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback
She wont care if im a platinum rapper
If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper
So keep it on the down low call the carsely
You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly

[Lil Mo]
You know I get from you
Anytime this chick is there for you
Feelings im'ma share wit you
Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you

[Chorus]

Clips :

Fabolous - Can't Let you go
Fabolous - So Into You
Fabolous - Holla Back
Fabolous - Make U Mine