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*Yee-hah's and whips cracking in background*
-Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee. Nas:Mmmhmm. Damn, man. -I can't take it man. Nas:Sho' can't. -You think this is gonna eva' change? Nas:Man, damn this place, man! Damn these chains! These damn chitlins every damn night. -This cotton. Nas:Shit! -I can't take it man. Nas:Harriett done left the night befo'. It's time we go. Aint no place for black folk here. Man, promise land callin' me man. -It's callin' me too. Nas:It's time we go. -Yeah, I'm wichou! Nas:Hey man, hey damn these chains, man. Damn you master, you ain't my master, man! *Sounds of punching and bumping* Nas:You aint nothin', you aint nothin. -Hey Bandit, Bandit, get the dogs! Get the hounds, we gonna have ourselves a hangin' tonight! Nas:Nineteen-ninety-six! Back up in this nigga. The right way, though, you know? -Double-tre son, you know aint nothin' coincedental or accidental, son. Nas:No doubt! -You know how it's goin' down, man. Nas:It was all written. -No question, I'm sayin' man, I mean, how we playin' man, you know what I'm sayin', they dealt us in, son. They playin' with a fifty-four deck, you see with the Jokers in and everything, you know what I'm saying? Nas:Son, I'm playin' with the fifty-two. -You wanna stress on how I used to play, that's how I play. Nas:But, yo, they takin' us into this next millenium, right now. -I'm sayin' law, you know what I'm sayin' we gotta lay the law, cause without law aint no order, you know what I'm sayin', that's why these cats are slippin' through, you know what I'm sayin? They got the rules missin', though. Nas:True. -Yo, word up, though, you know what I mean? Nas:Son, these niggas look faker than the new hundred dollars, son. -Yeah, you see that they look Monopoly money, right? Nas:Word, with the big ass face on it. -Yo, what I'm sayin', we see through all that, though you know what I'm sayin? Nas:No question. -All eyes seein', son, you know we real. Nas:Yo, no doubt. In the Qu'ran it says Nas, the men. Nesa's the woman, know? It was written. |
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Uhh
Yo, yo-yo, y'all Whattup? Whattup It's time man (Word, it's time?) Straight up, it's time man Aight, set that shit off (Set it off then nigga, set it off) Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin stitches in they head stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart? Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men Niggaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare with dead eyes -- tired of riots, shit is quiet Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven Seven turned to six niggaz, got two in heaven Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick The sixth one's parole flipped five niggaz, went to fo'quick when he went O.T, college life, converted into gangbangin Four niggaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin Three of us now, fourth nigga ain't around We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shit Fake shit -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin clown All I got left in the end is two of my best friends And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT? New York, New York ("New York state of mind") New York, New York ("New York state of mind") You heard about it, you see about it You read about it, it's in your papers It's in your daily news ("Get money!") New York chronicles, every day The crime rate, the murder rate The money rate, the paper chase, youknowhatImean? New York state of mind baby, check it out I'm at the, gamblin spot, my hands on a knot New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga dough, send him home, to a shoebox You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox Hear my favorite song, all these niggaz sing along All the ciggarette smoke's cloggin my lungs, hoodrats flashin they tongue Young thugs blastin they gun, we got reputations Bitches and niggaz both on parole or probation Shit is sick, niggaz got gats, army fatigues I got my eyes glued on, whoever walk in the lead Cause I ain't playin, niggaz'll run up in here and shoot up this shit Stick yo' ass up, niggaz'll find the loot in your kicks Bunch of triple-cross niggaz, just New York niggaz Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin with you Some of these dudes the Feds be on em, you knew em for years Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers That ain't gangsta, niggaz is up North with tatted tears Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid Faggot-ass niggaz that be scared to do they bids Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live Got your quiet niggaz, that relocated down South comin back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T's runnin round quick to split your mug, it's ea-sy to score but it's hard to get the shit off Niggaz fightin over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell Niggaz, mad cause they ain't get a piece of that sale Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors Go to any hood that's live and make it liver A lot of niggaz scheamin, some real, some niggaz frontin But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin New York, New York New York, New York |
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Escobar season has returned...
Its been a long time been a long time comin' Looks like the death of me now But you know, there's no turning back now. This is what makes me. This is what I am. Hear me, lets go) Chorus: Puffy You can hate me now (QB) But I won't stop now (Real Niggas) Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts) You can hate me now (C'mon) But I won't stop now You gonna hate me I'ma hate you too Cause I can't stop now Simple as that You can hate me now Die motherfucker die motherfucker die You can hate me nooow You don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck () Do it now, Do It now, weak, jealous motherfuckers, do it now Fuck y'all Verse 1: Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy Ice that I wear, clothes that I try Close your eyes, picture me rollin, sixes, money foldin Bitches honeys that swollen the riches, nas get in ya most critically acclaimed pulitzer prize winner best storyteller thug narrator my style's greater model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters Commentators ring side try watchin my paper almost a decade quite impressive most of the best is in the essence for this rap shit that I stand for expanding more to the big screen bill gates dreams but it seems youd rather see me in jail with state dreams want me off the scene fast but good things last like your favorite m.c. still makin' some mean cash first rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects but you still wanna hate, be my guest I suggest money is power motherfucker I got millions of thugs on salary, bitch Do it now Chorus I won't stop can't stop you gon'hate me I hate you too you can hate me now you can hate me now Do it now, I told you do it now lets go Verse 2: You wanna hate me then hate me what can I do? but keep gettin money funny I was just like you I had to hustle hard never give up until I made it now y'all sayin that's a clever nigga nothing to play with hate on me, I blew but I'm the same ol G People warn me, when you're on top there's envy took my niggas out the hood but you doubt on us sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us My bad, should I step out my shoes give 'em to you? here's my car and my house you can live in that too criticize when I flow for the streets hate my dress code Gucci this, Fendi that what you expect hoe nickname esco took this game to its threshold best flow I bet the whole U.S. know try to make it like you the realest but who the illest? think we all know the answer to that cause niggas feel this right you think I'm gonna come this far and let you niggas stop me now?) I hate you too Do it now Chorus I like this, I like the way this feels Verse 3: Its a thin line between paper and hate friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights Hell or the pearly gates I was destined to come predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs second to none, wicked turn wives to widows shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one took a little time to claim my spot chairman of the board until this game stop and I side with the Lord ride for the cause while driving, niggas shot out my doors plottin, I'm sure to catch me with they glocks to my jaw try stickin my up but I but I flipped on these ducks () Instead of me ambulances were picking them up () niggas fear what they don't understand hate what they can't conquer guess its just a theory of man became a monster, atop of the world never fallin I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin c'mon hey y'all can't see a nigga like me, never in your life) and that's what you can't understand Chorus (x2) (Do it now, do it now) (do it now, do it now) (c'mon) (Hate me now, hate me now) (C'mon niggas, c'mon niggas) (do it now, get the shit over with) (it ain't gonna ever stop niggas) |
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<i>[Nas]</i>
See no evil.. fear no evil.. speak no evil.. hear no evil.. If you don't bring that shit around you You ain't got nuttin to worry about (uh-huh) Yeah (yeah, uh-huh) Knah-saying? Yo, yo yo yo Carolyn, from Maryland, she Lady Heroin She elegant -- her apparel in the M-Class caravan Ki's of dope, loving cats to ski in her throat She fuck killers in her condo, her Benz and her boat Her iced throat, ass is curvy, 40 years old She passin for 30, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's Madison Ave., shoppin when she not, coppin bricks of that shit She hoppin on dicks, riding Pony's who trick At my man's wake, she said the eulogy After that I usually, bumped into her shoppin for jewelry Her bodyguard screwing me, I gave her my math Ain't nothing new to me, blowing backs out, six-pack Stout's Wide fat mouth, the evil look, with a bow-leg Yo niggas said, "Shorty's a pro, she blow heads She push the for' red, she know Feds, Feds know her" A code red, maybe she's out to slay me, this bitch is crazy She blew the celly up, meet me at the telly to fuck She knew about, cats from way back, we smoke the haystack She never cough once, blunts was her hobby She said I knew her man probably, no doubt, not since he tried to rob me I jetted though, sometimes you never know He snorted all her work, now she need me, to do her dirty work It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") Nigga you reap what you sew What goes around, comes around If you sleep you don't know A very small world ("It's a.. small world..") where beef could never end At the time you least expect it I'm gonna see you again It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow Yo it's a small world Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..") Snook from Redhook was grimy, did five years, glad to be home from Attica known, for keeping chrome calibers Smooth like a Wallaby shoe, he's out to get it Five years planning to blow, soon as he hit the bri-dicks Had a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low Played the crib for a month, and deaded his P.O. Started robbin niggaz til he caught a whole kilo He had a bunch of starving niggaz he owe, he never paid though Got large, sign on his door, "Don't knock hard" Laying with his bitch, niggaz is rich, is what he told her Played the block, holding cracks inside the baby stroller Here come his crazy soldier, six shots it's over A year went past, Snook went flossing fast His old man had crossed his ass, for the laws of this fast cash It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") Nigga reap what you sew What goes around, comes around If you sleep you don't know A very small world ("It's a.. small world..") where beef could never end At the time you least expect it I'm gonna see you again nigga It's a small world, no doubt ("It's a.. small world..") You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow It's a small world Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..") I seen death, seen thugs cry, it's bugged why we let the slugs fly, enter your brain, through your skull Another thug died, pitchin your soul, into that infinite black hole, where many souls go cause of a fo'-fo' blast Snook was one of em, so many more Even that Fendi whore, got niggaz hit up yeah let that Henny pour Carolyn, paid-up bitch, made bitch, stay rich Heard her bodyguard took Snook to God Carolyn when she needed him, he took the job He was close to her, ever since she took him inside When his moms died, dopefiend OD-ed, eighty-five He went crazy, stuck up banks, to stay alive He was live - do niggaz even know the things that he tried Robbed armored trucks - incidents where po-lice died He stayed in lower Eastside, peace God (peace God) He staring at me hard Two of his mans with him, I got to hit em I'm reaching for my Roscoe, cocked it back on, and get my blast on At the gas station, bunch of Arabs racing out the way, as my Torah spray, jump in the whip Hit the highway, you know how I say, the game that I play It's real tendencies, when you feel your enemies but can't figure out whose who, keep it true Shit is cool now -- put the tools down? Never Cause everyday is on, Levin this life, out for this cheddar It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") Nigga you reap what you sew What goes around, comes around If you sleep you won't know A very small world ("It's a.. small world..") where beef, never ends At the time you least expect it I'm gonna see you again It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow It's a small world Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..") ("I'm going to see you again.. Uh-huh.. I'm going to see you again.. nigga.. Uh-huh.. going to see you again nigga.. yeah..") |
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| 4:09 |
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Yo Nas..
I don't think they wanna FUCK with this Gangsta shit.. fo' sho' ("Danger.. danger..") Check it out It's on, and once again I bring niggaz the rough Fuckin with us, that get you motherfuckers touched Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports Rally Beatin up the block, leavin these motherfuckers shot They ain't ready for the Nakamici I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze Now dey a motherfuckin see me They try to breeze me, but I got niggaz in New York comin kama-kize, sparkin this shit that keep me off the heezee Jay-Hovah, he with my man came over to scoop me, blowin dukey, in the black Range Rover Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for Tell these niggaz why we here Nuttin but the New York to Texas connection Nuttin but some real shit, what y'all expected Spaz out, some times dreamin, think I'm awoke Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me that's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain My, Houston niggaz, come through for niggaz Scarface get a call and we shootin niggaz Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business Tryin to make future figures, we two of the illest, what? *You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) (x3) I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted Any nigga can get it You say you got a problem? Then tell a nigga where he at So I can study his motions and peel his motherfuckin cap Where his brother go to school at? Find out some more information bout that bitch and hit a nigga right back Cause when it come down to the come down; I'ma pull the motherfuckin plug on him Walk up to his face and then gone Set a example, send these hoes a little message: They need to be more careful who they mess with, don't even stress it Leaded, I pull these capers all the time With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfuckin mind Him and whoever standin by, I'll tell these niggaz, "Let's go" And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die He fin' to die, throwin up his own blood With a slug in his motherfuckin mug I do this outta love, cause your money ain't no good here Just consider that as favor, until I need a favor *Repeat A killer code, secret untold, how we bury beef with a rose To his wake we send a wreath that explodes Beneath us sleep with the Reaper, they sleep eyes closed That's how real Brad Jordan keep it, to him I owe Five fo-fo's ready, five masks, five machetes Attack em like Freddie, then we toastin over spaghetti I share withcha drama, you share with mine That's how we killin two birds at the same time Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger with a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga Either way the heat is grave, fuck with 'Face we bring war Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life Murder for a murder, and I got you it's vice versa *Repeat (A favor for a favor) (x3) |
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[R. Kelly] Still somehow I believe We always survive, Oh why... [Nas] To my doggs Wherever you are Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You in Gods hands now Keep a place for me, kid Ain't nothing changed Still partyin' bullshit We used to fuck r & b bitches and see who rhymes sickest For every hit you made More rappers afraid to come out Machine gun funk, From Queens I came through to smoke blunts You came to my hood We was broke I wonder if we stayed that way, would there have been gunsmoke? Still on the block around fiends Numb from coke, I guess so Cause now with paper, shit is still ghetto But fuck it black You livin' your life though your loved ones Peace to your daughter and your newborn son It used to be fun Making records to see your response But now competition is none now that you're gone And these niggaz is wrong using your name in vain And they claim to be New York's king It ain't about that Its more serious I plan to toast it up with you Joke with you Happy we on top, the most Official Ain't to many real ones out there I feel some but doubt they're Capable to take it where you took it to I missed you're weight Not cause I'm fake Cause I hate to see somebody so great in that wake I woulda stayed so long with so much to say I had to put it in writin' To keep me and Brooklyn from fightin' Tellin' me to pay my respects and move to the side But I probably wouldn't have got off my knees to let people by You can't kill nothin' thats ready to die You was like God to us In the form of Allah [Chorus- Nas & R. Kelly] Still somehow I believe We always survive, Oh why... Still we will survive No matter what My people just stay alive Still we will survive No matter what (Thug Life baby) My people just stay alive [Nas] Dear Pac Every thug sheds a teardrop And use to teeth to bite off beer tops And pour out a lil' liquor You was more than the wildest nigga 2Pacalypse, I understand your style nigga Its goin' on the 3rd year Since you've been gone On the East and West Coast the same shit is goin' on The industry be talkin' Offendin' me often They don't beleive you dead Wanna see you in your coffin I pray late Shootouts and court dates All eyes on you Niggaz in your face Invadin' your space You asked if I could trade in your place How would I hold up? How long would I ride, before I fold up? How did you know through your rhymes it was your time to go? You predicted it in every line All in your flow There could never be peace I have to quote Can't believe I heard my name on the relaest shit you ever wrote We had words Cause the best supposed to clash at the top But kept it brotherly When we seen each other and stopped In NYC, at MTV People watched We was both deep After you left, I got no sleep Think about how us real niggaz would be If we united, a nation of thugs who could fight it You was caught in a wild homicide Or were you crucified like the son of God? Or Lucifer lied? Make the world think young blacks should be extinct But Thug Life'll never die We stay high and just link Will there ever be another MC as nice? Will you return to us like the resurrection of Christ? Chorus [Nas] I wonder what the Commodores went through on tour? Did Smokey Robinson have to shoot his way outta war? What has Al Green seen that made him religious? Was it the drugs? Put a end to the music business of soul Should I put out the indo right now and write down a plan And pursue my dream Turn my life around Cause I'm bound for the movie screen Cuties'll scream I'll need a exit Uzi riding through my own hood of Queens It be the ones you always knew That want it on Tellin' everybody it was him you fronted on Though we walked a million miles and was just 20 Not used to walking in the path of legit money I thought I made it but we only took baby steps Up the success ladder where they pay me checks To my clicks when I got it I said "Baby bless" That was the 80's, but now look at this crazy mess We in the 90's and finally its lookin good Hip-hop took it to billions, I knew we would Alot of ups and downs in the game Could lose or gain a couple pounds tryin' to maintain One day you here, the next you not When you around niggaz check 'em out Some is 'bout out Most individuals plots'll run the spots Some choose to stay to theyselves While others have no cares and stay in jail More than 50% of us Ending up with holes through the chest, through the head, through the gut it shows The future for us young shooters and old killas Who become rich as dope dealers Nothing left for us but hoop dreams and hood tournaments Thug coaches with subs sitting on the bench Either that or rap We want the fast way outta this trap Whether it be 9 to 5 or slangin' crack To my deceased Gods wishin' I could bring ya back But life is a dream and you taught me that Chorus |
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Uhh.. regulate nigga
Bravehearts nigga Live for this Some of y'all don't live at all Get yours nigga Get yours baby Uhh, yo.. yo.. As the night close down on the Earth like gray dark rings Light of cities in the nights, destination for Kings with big dreams, like Castro, overthrew Bautista from Cuba, and pointed nukes toward the U.S. About to shoot us for revolution; that's how you gotta move A lot of rules, some locked in solitude Curse the day of they birth confused, who's to be praised? The mighty dollar -- or almighty Allah I'm like the farmer, plantin words, people are seeds My truth is the soil; help you grow like trees May the children come in all colors, change like leaves but hold before you, one of those, prophetic MC's with blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me Each channelin, from past to present times, heaven shines light on those, innocent to how the world grows Some men become murderers, and some girls become hoes And you accounted for, everything that you heard Do not speak to fools; they scorn the wisdom of your words My heart is wise, bloodshot eyes, the saga never dies Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. Yo we gotta be God's children, habitats in tall buildings Rats crawl in filthy hallways, incinerators Sinners who faithless, still there's hope, pray it's answered Dreams turned real - what's a wicked nation? One with blind men - not takin charge of the situation Empty arguments and real conversations needed The world'll need it, to hear it Evil tries to weaken my spirit - it's chronic herb This hurt come from the honest word I now try hardest to serve my maker, what I learned find it's way on the paper, so I could dictate it Articulate it, luckily - I was put on one of the ships that made it through strong currents and winds that left the others stranded to sink in the Atlantic Satan jigs the planet, not to get too religious, but who decides when and if your life is finished? If Christ is in this, for the sake of your name, oh Lord may we break away from the chains abroad Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. You wanna buy time? I'm the seller of minutes I give you every second low-priced, if I so lies; the truth is Time waits for none of you, in fact he can't wait for the date to snatch the ground right from under you Small visions of better life if cheddar was right lurk in the mind, of young ones ahead of they time Trapped in the slums, beggin for nuttin but takin Headed for nuttin but the state pen, where they cousins be waitin Judges is not relatin to pleas, guns bustin where the kids play Richochet off lamp poles and leave damp holes in bystanders, get cancelled, D.O.A. Around the way where we from Hope the future reduce the rate of those buried young Life is every man's kingdom, a dyin man's past and a newborn's, first time to be here at last And shouldn't have to grow up fast, and suffer our pain Hustlin harder than the generations here before he came Goin through the same bullshit as our fathers Readin history, but who's the authors? For some the game is easy, for most of us the game is much harder But never lose faith; through the years just get smarter Ghetto prisoners.. ghetto prisoners.. Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. get up, wake up, rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners rise rise rise Ghetto prisoners.. |
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[Nas] + (Timbaland) (What?) Ever been in love? (C'mon) Yeah.. are you ready? (uhh) For somethin real? (Say what?) Cause it can't be fake This ain't no game (C'mon) You gotta be wit me, for real (uh-huh) cause it's real out here (uh-huh) So make up your mind, cause I ain't got no time Y'know? (C'mon) [Nas] I'm the most wanted baby fathe, save the drama We toast when I wine and dine ya -- all you need is me I won't stress you but bless you Mentally and sexual, we both intellectual Can't forget how I met you; you thought I was a boxer -- Prince Nasim but I'm the mobster -- Nas from Queens And when I gotcha - you ridin with me You keep askin, "When do you have time for me?" I'm never free always on the move, bidness oriented Lifestyle expensive, attract women You wanna search my pockets, and act all wild Say I hurt your heart - ask how could I smile? Wanna call back all my numbers - star 6-9 me Check my car for rubbers, but quit tryin before you find what you lookin for and get to cryin You always sayin what you gon' do if you catch me lyin Chorus One: Aaliyah + (Timbaland) + [Nas] You won't see me tonight [Yeah right] (Say what? Say what?) You won't see me tomorrow [uh-huh] (uh-huh) I'll be gone by daylight [Doubt that] (What?) And you'll be so full of sorrow [Yeah right] You'll go tell all your friends [That's right] (Say what?) how you called and I follow [They know it] But you won't see me tonight [You don't believe that] No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] Caramel kisses of Jezebel's sister I feel no guilt when I twist ya Turn the other cheek when I see the next freak witcha You got your name on his lease, copy his key That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig peice Go 'head and live baby, I know you his lady You page me, when you got the day free but I be out with my peeps in them system jeeps You wanna lay up in the sheets of presidential suites like I'll massage you while you massage me, mami But can you hang with a young man who's doin his thang? Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump Baggy sweatsuits, mystery what's underneath them They for my eyes only, you call me when you lonely but I like to make the baddest girls wait, I got G baby Interlude: Nas and Aaliyah ['Yah] Call you on a Monday (Nas) I'll call you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Tuesday (Nas) My cell is off baby ['Yah] Call you on a Wednesday (Nas) I'm out of town baby ['Yah] You won't be back til Thursday (Nas) I'll page you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Monday (Nas) I'll call you back baby ['Yah] Call you on a Tuesday (Nas) I'm out of town baby ['Yah] Call you on a Wednesday (Nas) My cell is off baby ['Yah] You won't be back til Thursday (Nas) I'll call you back baby Chorus Two: Aaliyah + (Timbaland) You won't see me tonight (Say what?) You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?) I'll be gone by daylight And you'll be so full of sorrow You'll go tell all your friends (What what?) how you called and I follow (Say what?) But you won't see me tonight No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] Thinking of me you gettin the chills Like a rush through your body when you think how it feels Give me a call and my voice give you butterflies in your tummy Tell your friends you in love with Nas not his money And I'll prove I'm a man of my word - handed you furs Iceberg - everything on this planet Earth a woman desires You make a good wife to most men I know I got you open; but -- you just my close friend Get it baby? Chorus Three: Aaliyah + (Timbaland) + [Nas] You won't see me tonight (uh-huh) You won't see me tomorrow (Say what?) I'll be gone by daylight [Dayyyy-light] And you'll be so full of sorrow [.. Word?] You'll go tell all your friends [Tell your friends what?] (Say what?) how you called and I follow [Uhh, uhh] But you won't see me tonight [Not tonight baby] No you won't see me tomorrow [Nas] + (Aaliyah) The God, The God, The God, Nasir (You won't see me tonight) The Queen, The Queen, The Queen, Aaliyah (You won't see me tomorrow) Nah nah (I'll be gone by daylight) (And you'll be so full of sorrow) Uhh uhh (You'll go tell all your friends) Tell your friends (how you called and I followed) How you followed me (But you won't see me tonight) Not tonight baby (No you won't see me tomorrow) C'mon, c'mon c'mon Tomorrow, what? Daylight, ghost [Timbaland] + (Aaliyah) Say what, say what? Yo (You won't see me tonight) You won't see Timbaland tonight baby Ohhh, or Nas Esco', check it Let it ride Let it ride |
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*I wanna talk to the mayor, the governor, the motherfuckin president
I wanna talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin congressman *Repeat Step up to the White House let me in Whats my reason for being I'm ya next to kin And we built this motherfucker You wanna kill me because my hunger? Mr. America young black niggaz want ya I wanna talk to the man understand Understand this motherfuckin G-pack in my hand Look what happened to San Fran young girl hit by policeman Twelve shots up in her dome, damn Niggaz thought we slept but the architect sent The Pentagon's from Egypt, government secret The 99 to 2-G computer shutdown, what now Extension on Earth, human cutdown Niggaz play with PlayStations, they build a spacestations On Mars plottin civilizations Dissin us discriminatin different racisis Tax payers pay for more jail for black latin faces *Repeat I'm just a black man why y'all made it so hard damn Niggaz gotta go create their own job Mr. Mayor imagine if this was your backyard Mr. Governor imagine if it was your kids that starved Imagine your kids gotta sling crack to survive Swing a mack to be live cart ack to get high It's the ghetto life yea I celebrate it I live it And all I got is what you left me with I'ma get it Now y'all combinin all the countries we goin do the same Combine all the cliques to make one gang It ain't all about a black and white thing it's to make the change, citizens of a higher plane *Repeat What y'all waitin for the world to blow up Before you hear this rewind this 4 minutes before we timeless Let y'all niggas bang my shit before ? is The Nastradamus tell us what time it is They try to buy us with doe Fake black leaders of puppets always talking bout the city budget The news got it all confused lyin to the public They eyes watchin stay wise move above it Water floods predicted hurricanes twisters Its all signs of the Armageddon three sixes People reverse the system politics verse religion Holy war muslim verse christians Niggaz in high places they don't have the balls for this People in power sit back and watch them slaughter us Mr. President I assume it was negligence The streets upside down, I'm here to represent this *Repeat (x2) Can I talk to you Mr. President Niggaz tryin to get with the computers We ain't John Henry Banging down machines and shit Part of establishment That's what we are steppin up for This shit is real Total Package in this nigga LES in this nigga Ill Will nigga Mr. President wanna keep us from establishment Niggaz are american baby American Made |
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| 10. |
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Hell yeah
Check it check it check, check check Yo, when it come to sex advice, I'm the one to call if you a virgin with blue balls or you tear down walls Not Dr. Ruth, call me Dr. Knockboot Pimped out hats, rock fashionable suits A class for the youth, Sex Ed for your head The do's and don'ts, that should happen in the bed First, DON'T: run up in her raw cause you get burned for sure, fuckin with the typical whore, because DO: rock a Rough Ryder, whenever you inside her Your local bodega is your supplier And DON'T: take the pussy, if she fightin Cause you saw what happened to Tupac and Mike Tyson 'Specially if you large, some hoes is trife Get you on a rape charge, have you servin your life Yo, DO: get a yes confirmation before penetration You wind up in a police station DON'T: get with no young bitch and hit it She PG-13, you rated R, she not permitted DO: check for ID, whenever chillin V.I.P. with fly shorty P.Y.T. Yo, DON'T: lie about the cars you got or who you hang with, frontin when you borrowed your watch Yo, DO: play your game right, if the G's tight then you can fuck shorty the same night Yo, DON'T: trick when you don't have to You think you ballin? You turn your back they laffin at you You don't gotta keep repeatin you a thug, she heard you In fact, she attracted to your man that herbed you DO: spend a lil' dough, only if you know the bitch gross a lil' somethin too bro DON'T: eat the pussy the first night Maker her bless you, we call that shit gesundheit DO: set the mood right, Bailey's with ice A cup of Thug Passion'll make everything right Yo, DON'T: pop shit like you Daddy Longdick when you come fast like Fed-Ex and bust too quick DO: hit positions she will find interest in DON'T: hit the pussy if that shit's blisterin Hope you're listenin, turn up your transisterin Hot 97, KISS-FM or B-L-S, with your hand up her dress Chillin with your girl while you thinkin bout ya ex Not too easy not too complex I break it down, how to adress, the opposite sex Problems or questions, I can answer them best Signin off Dr. Knockboot at your request, peace Rest havens Fuck y'all bitches Y'all niggaz get y'all shit tight Dr. Knockboot gotta come take y'all bitches from ya! AIGHT?! We out! |
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| 11. |
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Yo ill will, ruff ryders
what what, sraight like that You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer Gangsta or buster, youngster or old nigga A weed head, a coke sniffer You rich or a broke nigga Know you all relate to this shit that i wrote niggas Lots of my mans trapped up in a max Penatentary, sending me letters i answer back That eventually, we all be bentley'ed out Throwing campaigns, fuck it I'm running for White House My niggas control Senate, pipe seats jeeps tinted Mad Lewinsky chicks, some kinky shit Did dirt now I knew it would come back one day So I'm on point, scrap, prepare for gunplay Stared at one face, thought it was beef he looked familiar Ready to blast ,nigga gave me daps said I feel ya Can't believe how my life changed From the hood, the first time in my life I can say i did the right thing *Life is what you make it nigga, I'ma make it No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it(uh) *Repeat (x3) uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Everyday shit, around the way shit got me stressed (what) So i keep on the vest in case a nigga wanna test (uh) I got no time for games cause I'm all grown up You wanna joke nigga? laugh when you get blown up (come on) See how funny it is when your kids aint got no father Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real) Shit is hectic so respect it for your health (what) Didn't think it was right, you should've checked it yourself (come on) Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shit Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light Everyday it's getting darker then comes the night Now what? (what) realize that you ain't got shit (uh) Not long ago you was the man on some hot shit So just peep the flow yo, cause you already in this Make sure your shit is right kid and handle your business (uh huh) *Repeat Make history before you go Fuck the misery, you po we gettin doe Except the ?dollars? other reasons why I'm living yo (why?) Time is viable Low and behold the young, black, and powerful Got to eat yo, everyday my daughters feet grow You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow Payin doctors when I'm born, a preacher when I'm buried That's why cash is needed for my kids to inherit Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a b'ness (business) If you catch a bad deal, watch your life deminish Deals made by God and the Devil, and we in it Pawns in the game, can't complain or say shit Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best prepare for the worse, no fears no nothing on earth No tears if I'm dumped in a hearse, I won't be the first Nor the last nigga, let's get this cash nigga *Repeat |
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Get yours nigga Cuz Imma get mine In due time Everybody gotta shine Get yours, I spray nines I say this one time The last time, I swear to ya'll I'm from where The dope fiends is at And killas crawl And snitches call police All these niggas and street Corners everybody's like Smokin' marijuana and Snuffin' niggas in faces & startin' drama and Shootin' niggas in cold blood, just kill 'em, so what With the fo' pound go nuts Betta slow up Before you get your ass on up Nigga never gonna grow up Drinkin' the Henney But her know he gonna throw up Tryin' to make crack sales What it look like? The future for a black male Don't want to make my momma cry On a front page for a homicide Fly whips, all I wanted to drive Where chicks get blunted & ride Do 105 in the fast lane And a fast pace chasin' the papas Spendin' chips on big chains And the dimes that give brains That was a 80's and 90's thing Now I'm into big things (1st Chorus) I ain't fuck with you Now I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man Cuz now I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna rhyme wit you Cuz now I'm into big things You know I can't do that shit no more Now I'm into big things Nah, I can't fuck with you I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna stand on the corner I'm into big things Now the talk is small talk I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things (Verse 2) When I started this All I wanted was cars and cribs Like other rap artists but Do I know where I'm goin' to? Can I forget when I came from? I be showin' you Another style Imma flow for you Can I make somethin' wild I can throw for you, flow for you Make it bi-coastal Take it to heights That some of ya'll can't come close to? Some of ya'll Want to talk like hoes Worse than bitches And when ya'll niggas see me blow Bet it hurt like stitches No competition I stop and twist 'em Hit 'em like a mafia proposition I'm glad ya'll stopped and listen Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in Look up at a nigga nod Rocks are glistenin' Can't stop my mission Make anotha LP drop I'm hittin' With the new shit exclusive No time to get caught up in a crime I ain't have shit to do with Used to chase the hoes Now I chase the dough Is ya'll bitches gonna help me get paper? No! (1st Chorus) (Verse 3) I go past ya'll Ya'll got the glass jar And when I hit it, admit it Ya'll on ya'll ass ya'll We on the same team You don't wanna pass the ball Chuck and gun up the dough You want to score But you really don't want to ball I put you on It was me that introduced you to wealth Crossin' me Is like shootin' yourself Wanna blow so fast now do it yourself You ain't shit now You was so ill, why you never came out Where ya clique now Where you sit now In the back seat Mad cuz I flip styles And I pack heat Make you run laps Like a pro athlete An' I done that )From my experiences I appear relentless Take more time Just to hear my sentence Imma tell you what's real An' what could stop you from makin' a mil You could prevent this When niggas don't see eye to eye to you Lie to you Wanna get high wit you Want to eat food off of your labor And take food off your table Cuz they don't see your vision Don't understand your mission Is to make history While you here How long you plan on livin' Not for forever At least to 140 Pray for me I'm tryin' to eat Like the niggas who bought Motown on Berry Gordy Good God (2nd Chorus) Nigga I'm tired of games I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man Cuz now I'm into big things Now the talk is small talk Cuz now I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things Man we already did that Now I'm into big things No time to get sidetracked Now I'm into big things Get money now besides that Some more big things I'm into big things The big things The big things |
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("Nas is . . ." -Nas) (x7)
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain My plateau, and also, what defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane? That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough To the big dogs livin large, takin it light Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . . NAS, NAS *"Nas is like life or death.. I'm a rebel.. " "My poetry's deep, I never fell.." "Nas is like.. half man half amazing.." "No doubt.." *Repeat "Nas is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas "Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type Before the Christ, after the death The last one left, let my cash invest in stock Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros Bet my nine spit for the pesos But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my number's called, history's made Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is *Repeat "Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet I'm like beef, bustin heat through your windows I'm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would cry for I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money Corporate accounts from a rich company I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races combined in one man; like the '99 summer jam Bulletproof Hummer man I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam' I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night Now.. *Repeat |
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*Picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G
I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G Girl picture us married, you and me; K-I-S-S-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl you and me; F-U-C-K-I-N-G She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this Showed me how excitin life is I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks The sheistiest, put you on they heist list How we met it must have been fate First date, crushed grapes, we ate lobster and steak She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid She said she want to have a family raise kids someday Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day I can get with that I drop you off home I call you hit me back I wanna dig that and did I? I did that Put it way up where her ribs at, her future kids had You held out for two weeks, longer than these hoodrats You precious more precious than lost treasure Matter of fact I'm kinda hopin we can stay together *Repeat I see you dressed up in white face covered in vail Do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwin rice And it's the day that your father give you away to a real man that gently put the ring on your hand Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to Now, look me in my eyes and say I do Drivin off in the Rolls Royce just married on the plates We can spend our honeymoon in the states You can throw your friend the bouquet Somethin in the back of my head say For us two, maybe cuz I love you Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you As long as we together it's heaven for me to please you Won't stop til I tell you me to beautiful Deeper and harder love layin new with you Runnin my fingers through your hair it's like days can go by while I'm wit you and I won't even care, word *Repeat She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, pa-pi's Colombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas Thug ones to those soft as baby shit She been with hoodlums and those who had crazy chips Til one day she decided to flip It was nuttin I can do about it, like she the boss and shit Started talkin this divorcin shit I gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake Half my car, half my kids? Can't get that Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that Yo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip that All she wanted was rough sex, with her slick ass Had to sit back, smoke a blunt and just look With her fine-ass body and a damn good cook For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too You my queen God bless you *Repeat (x2) |
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kissing)
I love you so much, dont never leave me, I wont let you leave The ho turned me out, green eyes, had a crush on her Since 5 years old, met her, fell in love wit her I saved that ho cause she bring more hoes She major yo, the way she left them other dudes cold Heart-broken she walked right out of mad nigga's life So when I bagged her up right, I had to make her my wife And I aint gonna loose her like those other lames did I keep a stash safe kid, when I proposed it made her face big She keep me jigg, glorifying medallions Got me in clothes made by Italians, feed me lobster and scallions Watching her pile on my bed, her body feel stacked She been around for years, know the hustlers, pimps, and macks Bankers and diplomats She the scratch on my back Her c.r.e.a.m. I lust, now I got her I dont know how to act When she not around, Im heated, bout' to lay somethin' flat Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped **Chorus** My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, love her cause she keep a nigga rich Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, Yeah yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I cant be rich All the fun we have together, I keep you in my pocket Its so much of you I share you, and speak to you in private You got me karats on my wrist Im a savage for your kiss Embarrassed when Im not with you, Im off guard Niggas always expect to see us 2 together, stable The best couple they seen since Trump and Marla Maple Dont need no pre-nup, Cause when we hump we do it up, make sure we both will bust a doller sign nut Before I got to know, my life I say was mediocre Break of day, slingin' all night long, fienin' to stroke ya Seeing niggas wit' you I wasn't happy Wanted to stick them up to get you, heard you calling for daddy And gladly I take you as my lawfully wedded wife Never divorce me, I promise to treat you right Keep you satisfied, never lie help you grow My legal tender, lovely federal reserve note **Chorus** My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, love her cause she keep a nigga rich Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, Yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I cant be rich I wont sell my soul to you What do I owe to you My cars, my house, my flow to you Screw you Before you Real niggas said I was cool, now I got you The envy me cause I'm wit you You floss too much Turn niggas out, one touch For you, my guns bust You always said in GOD we trust Its hard enough to keep counting on you You cheat wit' government thugs, got the IRS pounding on you I think I like'd you better when you where illegal But you had to get professional Musical Now when we fuck we use profalactic, hard plastic Stick you in ATM's, limited cash quick Said you'd give me luxuary, when I asked it Fucking me, I gave you back shots in ya ASSets Promised happiness, but really did nothing for me I guess bitches like you just grow on trees **Chorus** My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, love her cause she keep a nigga rich Ohhh money you my honey, but I think she got me pussy whipped My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch Ohhh money, money, money, Yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I cant be rich My money, money, money Ohhh money you my honey My money, money, money Ohhh money you my honey My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is my bitch My money, money, money, yeah that bitch treat me like a trick Ohhh money you my honey, she says without her I cant be rich Check it out! Funny Jokes Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting: Rating: 3.5 22 votes Rate this song! Nas! Vote for Nas! Other songs by Nas |
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[Nas] Uh.. Pacino life, G a roll, casino dice at the Mirage, Vegas strip, neon lights Gamblers, puffin cigars, couples and stars Flashin cameras, dealers, shufflin cards Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob I never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five cause shells comin back at us while we jump in the ride Flyin, duckin, our bitches in the club cluckin Tellin my wife who I was dancin with like I was fuckin Flew back, Monday evening from the bottom where the sun was beamin to the concrete jungle of cement Limousine's from LaGuardia airport, sleepin Told my dogs peace, kept in movin, I was beat when got to my crib, where the hell my keys went? Ringin the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around yo to the back, she must be inside and can't hear Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin her hair I walked in through the back door entrance Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses and lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands Somethin swingin on the ceilin fan, I stopped it Swingin slower and slower.. On the last swing I saw it was a G-string and heard laughin Thought about my nine-side Glock but somethin made me disregard it Started my way up to where the noise and music was at Froze, I couldn't react Bedroom door opened a crack, seen wifey layin with some nigga mumblin shit, he had one hand on her ass and she was rubbin his dick, toastin wine glasses Cherry scented candles was lit, couldn't handle the shit Searchin for words I found none, without a sound I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun Now I'm out buggin, whylin, what I'm gon do? Call my man Horse, meet me outside, I'm comin through {Nas singing} I thought you loved me I thought you cared for me I thought you needed me Did you believe in me? * repeat 2X * [Nas] Got up with Horse, showed a look on my face was mad lost I ain't know whether to cry or just, try to laugh it off "Son you home early -- they wiped you out that quick?" I said, "Nah," showed him the plastic with nine in the clip Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway I said, "Bet you'll never guess in a million years what I just saw happenin -- and probably still is Snuck in my crib - some nigga fuckin my wiz I saw dem, they ain't see me, I ducked and I slid I'ma grab shorty, I need you to grab the nigga for me" Just when I thought I found love, she shitted on me Shopped in Vegas, a present, for our engagement 20 G's on a ring I would have hit her today with My surprise couldn't match the one she had for me We pulled up, he was walkin out the house backwardly Parked in the back of my house, they couldn't see us Ran to the side of my house, cocked the heater Walked to the front when I talked he had junk Bitch tried to slam the door shut, got caught in Horse foot Shot the Spanish kid in the rib, drug him in Grabbed her face, say goodbye to your undercover friend One between the eye, she's died, by mistake Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face Heard somebody knock -- Horse helped me hide the bodies Heard si-rens, I guess we goin out we out like kamikazes We surrounded, red lights flashin, who's inside? Came out a bullhorn, I'm contemplatin suicide Horse asked me for the Mac, he gave me dap, one love Cocked the strap, then he ran out the back Mad shots couldn't tell what was goin on Sat on the floor near my dead girl, put her in my arms Pulled her ring out my pocket I was savin Put it on her ring finger cocked the glock, and started prayin to Muhammad and Allah, the most beneficial through you, all things are possible, I know you're listenin I never meant for this to happen, I never dreamed this'd be my fate, such a grotesque, murder scene On that note, same time, the cops busted in Kissed my lady, her blood on my lips, I said "Amen" Put the nine to my head, pulled the hammer, held her close Squeeze the toast, said to her, "Now unto God, we elope" .. we elope .. ** cop says "stupid fucking niggers" as he walks in ** |
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