AZ – Found My Niche (Audio, Lyrics)

AZ - Found My Niche (prod. The Czar-Keys)

Listen, Stream, Mp3 Download, read the lyrics to “Found My Niche” by AZ. The song was produced by The Czar-Keys.

Az Found My Niche
Az Found My Niche

Ever since stealing the show with his breakout verse on Illmatic’s “Life’s A Bitch,” AZ has remained a steadily solid lyricist to watch. Though not quite prolific in the traditional sense, the legacy of his debut album Doe Or Die has carried strongly since its release in 1995. So much so that AZ has finally decided to pull the trigger of his long-awaited sequel Doe Or Die 2, connecting with Complex to premiere his first single from the project “Found My Niche.”

Here, his bars remain as focused as ever, and from the sound of it he’ll be dealing with some legendary producers on his anticipated album.

AZ – Found My Niche (prod. The Czar-Keys)


Uh uh uh, uh uh

[Verse 1]
Low caesar, kept fresh off the steps in the summer heat
Blessed to be amongst the rest, it’s a younger me
Mock necks, Adidas sweats, Lee’s dungarees
BVD under tees, shit, I hung with G’s
Everybody reppin’ they P’s, speakin’ slang
‘Til the God start connectin’ degrees, seekin’ change
Some puffin’ weed, no E, some sneakin’ ‘caine
Then that crack hit the map, it’s a wrap, the reaper came
Crews started formin’ in cliques they runnin’ blocks
On the strip when a live nigga flip you wanna watch
It’s bugged, seen the doctor in scrubs come and cop
The love of drugs, finally found me a plug to run a spot
Switch gears, fuckin’ with peers, they out of town
Packed up, blew for a year without a sound
Came back, reappeared, it’s going down
And what I seen was a whole lotta kings that lost they crown
Smoked out, others was dead, some in the Feds
It broke out, code red, the plague spread
Zombies in the streets on the creep, they wanna hit
Hommies over beef, it was deep, that summer shit
Venereal spreadin’ in sections, a lot of sexin’
Imperial Moët reppin’, a lot of weapons
Jewels on niggas’ neck, they want wreck
Big body Benz on deck, who wanna flex?
Feelin’ like a killer inside, my soul died
‘Til the God wise open my eyes, word up…

Peace Seven, this ain’t right and exact
You fallin’ victim to that devilishment, God
We supposed to build not destroy, we true and livin’
Don’t add on to the genocide G-O-D
Get back on your square

[Verse 2]
That’s what I did, raids on niggas cribs, they killin’ kids
The system wasn’t lettin’ ’em live, they gave bids
Life on back of they numbers, 20 summers
I’m just now seein’ some niggas since I was younger
Flat top, I jot mine in ’89
Had props, I got knocked for baby time
Still straight, whole body laced with crazy shine
Then my Ace got shot in the face, they made me rhyme
Money dryin’ up in the streets, I took a seat
Stop ridin’ dirty in jeeps and rode beats
Reality rap, shit sick, I found a niche
’94, came with Life’s a Bitch

Get real time updates directly on you device, subscribe now.

You might also like

Leave A Reply

Your email address will not be published.

This website uses cookies to improve your experience. We'll assume you're ok with this, but you can opt-out if you wish. Accept Read More