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Uh, you know I still run with that, that blood of a slave
Ballin in my veins It's just hot until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, Heart of a King Turn my voice up Aiiyo, tha brothas "Stillmatic" I crawled up out of that grave, wiping the dirt, cleaning my shirt They thought I'll make another "Illmatic" But it's always forward I'm moving Never backwards stupid here's another classic C-Notes is falling from the sky By now the credits roll starring Nas executive poet, produced, directed by The Kid slash Escobar Narration describes the lives and laws tribes in the ghetto trying to survive The feature opens with this young black child Finger scratch, cigarette burns on the sofa, turning the TV down Mary Jane girls, 45's playing, soft in the background Poof from C-Town's mornings was hash browns Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us poor I learned the difference between the snitches, the real ones, and who's soft And the murderous, hungriest crews People jumping from roofs, shotguns pumping made it through my youth Walking very thin lines, ages seven and nine That's the age I was on my album cover, this is the rebirth I know the streets thirst water like Moses Walking through the hot desert searching to be free This is my end and my new beginning Nostalgia Alpha and Omega places, it's like a glitch in the matrix I seen it at all, did it all, most of y'all been pop for a minute Spitters, sinners and the game get rid of y'all Y'all got there but y'all didn't get it all, I want my style back Hate to cease y'all plan it's the rap reaper man To them double up hustlers, bidders, niggaz who real Professionals, stick up kids dreaming for meals Let my words guide you, get inside you From crypts to pirals this is survival Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King Uh, uh Blood of a Slave, Heart of a King Uh, yea Huh, Braveheart |
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| 4:38 |
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[gunshots]
[Nas talking] ("Fuck Jay-Z") What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog You, what? ("Fuck Jay-Z") You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga ("Fuck Jay-Z") [Chorus] (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son" across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already Brace yourself for the main event Y'all impatiently waitin It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? Not positive, who's the best? Pac, Nas and Big Ain't no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy I embrace y'all with napalm Blows up, no guts, left chest, face gone How could Nas be garbage? Semi-autos at your cartilege Burner at the side of your dome, come outta my throne I got this, locked since '9-1 I am the truest, name a rapper that I ain't influenced Gave y'all chapters but now I keep my eyes on the Judas With Hawaiin Sophie fame, kept my name in his music Check it [Chorus] [talking] Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these niggas man (no doubt) Ay, y'all faggots, y'all kneel and kiss the fuckin ring [Chorus] I've been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and fogotten Luck ran out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave (uh) Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some well wishin (bitches), friendly actin envy hidin snakes With your hands out for my money, man, how much can I take? When these streets keep callin, heard it when I was sleep That this Gay-Z and Cockafella Records wanted beef Started cockin up my weapon, slowly loadin up this ammo To explode it on a camel, and his soldiers, I can handle This for dolo and his manuscript just sound stupid When KRS already made an album called "Blueprint" First, Biggie's ya man, then you got the nerve to say that you better than Big Dick suckin lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live [talking] (I...will...not...lose) "God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already The king is back, where my crown at? (Ill...will) Ill Will rest in peace, let's do it niggas [Chorus] Y'all niggas deal with emotions like bitches What's sad is I love you 'cause you're my brother You traded your soul for riches My child, I've watched you grow up to be famous And now I smile like a proud dad, watchin his only son that made it You seem to be only concerned with dissin women Were you abused as a child, scared to smile, they called you ugly? Well life is harsh, hug me, don't reject me or make records to disrespect me, blatant or indirectly In '88 you was gettin chased through your buildin Callin my crib and I ain't even give you my numbers All I did was gave you a style for you to run with Smilin in my face, glad to break bread with the god Wearin Jaz chains, no tecs, no cash, no cars No jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a karate class You Tae-bo hoe, tryna' work it out, you tryna' get brolic? Ask me if I'm tryna' kick knowledge Nah, I'm tryna' kick the shit you need to learn though That ether, that shit that make your soul burn slow Is he Dame Diddy, Dame Daddy or Dame Dummy? Oh, I get it, you Biggie and he's Puffy Rockefeller died of AIDS, that was the end of his chapter And that's the guy y'all chose to name your company after? Put it together, I rock hoes, y'all rock fellas And now y'all try to take my spot, fellas? Philly's hot rock fellas, put you in a dry spot, fellas In a pine box with nine shots from my glock, fellas Foxy got you hot 'cause you kept your face in her puss What you think, you gettin girls now 'cause of your looks? Ne-gro please You no mustache havin, with whiskers like a rat Compared to Beans you wack And your man stabbed Un and made you take the blame You ass, went from Jaz to hangin with Kane, to Irv, to Big And, Eminem murdered you on your own shit You a dick-ridin faggot, you love the attention Queens niggas run you niggas, ask Russell Simmons Ha, R-O-C get gunned up and clapped quick J.J. Evans get gunned up and clapped quick Your whole damn record label gunned up and clapped quick Shaun Carter to Jay-Z, damn you on Jaz dick So little shorty's gettin gunned up and clapped quick How much of Biggie's rhymes is gon' come out your fat lips? Wanted to be on every last one of my classics You pop shit, apologize, nigga, just ask Kiss |
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Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah) Got yo'self a gun Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines So... *I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun) You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun) You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun) And when I see you I'ma take what I want So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun) You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun) My, first album had no famous guest appearances The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist Many years on this professional level Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts like that To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle You lames should huddle, your team's shook Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback Every word is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in It's for the hood by the corner store Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody, uh * Repeat Yo, I'm the N the A to the S-I-R And If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed Hair parted with a barber's preciseness Bravehearted for life It's the return of the Golden Child, son of a blue's player So who are you playa? Y'all awaited the true savior Puffin' that tropical, cups of that Vodka too Papi chu', tore up, wake up in a hospital Throw up? Never, 'member I do this through righteous steps You Judists thought I was gone, so in light of my death Y'all been all happy-go-lucky, bunch of sambos Call me "God's Son", with my pants low I don't die slow, put them rags up like Petey Pablo This is Nasdaq dough, in my Nascar with this Nas flow Flip the beat back, now it's all reppin' Hit the record sto', never let me go, get my whole collection, yo * Repeat It's, the, return of the Prince, the boss This is real hardcore, Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit's soft Sip Cris', get chips, wrist gliss, I floss Stick shift, look sick up in that Boxter Porsche With the top cut off, rich kids go and cop The Source They don't know about the blocks I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid go? Where he rest at? Where he shop at and dress at? Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still in the bridge? Does he really know how ill that he is? Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and my jewels Hop in my coupe, dodge interviews like that It's not only my jewels, ice anything, plenty chains Look at my tennis shoes, I iced that Who am I? The back-twister, lingerie-ripper Automatic leg-spreader, quicker brain-getter Keepin' it gangsta wit' ya, uh * Repeat * Repeat |
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| 3:48 |
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Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim
(To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the Earths) Pass that shit homey *Now tell me what y'all smokin What kinda heat y'll holdin Well is your creep move potent I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon Zoom, from outer space he comes Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun Bitches flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guys Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized What is his race nation or creed? Is he arabic, black, latin, asian they read Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens Spit at judges, stepped on peasants But in reality, I just entered your galaxy September '73, up in these wild streets Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn) And my mystique got 'em tearin my clothes *Repeat My nigga smoke with one lung If he cough he might die, passin me trees The liquor bottle's almost empty We about to collide, with the enemy Only way you die if it's meant to be You fuckin with a general No discussion is the principle we bustin it's the end of you Now we knockin on your mama door Like we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war Death, angels comin for you Spirit horse runnin from your body like Young Guns 1 and 2 Paramedics fightin for you, who's gon' win? The hands of time, or the hands of medicine Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake Walk by your casket, spit in your face Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide And when you're gone all your niggaz gon' light it with Nas *Repeat Pardon but I gotta question of life now Look at the nigga next to you right now Is he real, fake or scared Do it like this niggaz right hands in the air Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start I shall - stay real stay true stay holdin figures Never put a bitch over my niggaz I shall never, cooperate with the law Never snake me I always hold you down in war If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs I never break the oath to the death I swear I swear that's how we pledge alegiance, to the alliance of underworld's killers and thugs, though the science of a nigga still yet to be found So light up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around) *Repeat Wanna get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up (repeat until fade) |
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| 3:26 |
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Uh uh, yo
They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas - too real, Nas - true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with god I don't kill soloists only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas" Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys I seen it comin Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do Came in with my style, so I fathered you I kept changin on the world since "...Barbeque" Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said... If I, ever make a record I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit But look at me now, ten years deep Since the project, ?? I never asked to be top of rap's elite Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets But look at me now *"You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" "You're the man" But wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars And diamond rings can poison a rap star It's suicidal, how I smoke in so much la' I saw a dead bird flyin through a broken sky Wish I could flap wings and fly away To where black kings and Ghana stay So I could get on my flesh right away But that'll be the day when it's peace When my gat don't need to spray When these streets are safe to play Sex with death, indulge in these women Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal fire Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin me? I'm your disciple, a thug certainly I'm the N the A to the S-I-R If I wasn't I must've been Escobar Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my conception When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne My destiny found me It was clear why the struggle was so painful Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to And God, I'm so thankful *Repeat |
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Listen up gangstas and honeys with ya hair done
Pull up a chair hon' and put it in the air son Dog, whatever they call you, god, just listen I spit a story backwards, it starts at the ending The bullet goes back in the gun The bullet hole's closin this chest of a nigga Now he back to square one Screamin, "Shoot don't please" I put my fifth back on my hip It's like a VCR rewindin a hit He put his hands back on his bitch My caravan doors open up I jumped back in the van and closed it shut Goin reverse, slowly prepared My nigga Jungle utters out somethin crazy like, "Go he there" Sittin in back of this chair, we hittin the roach The smoke goes back in the blunt, the blunt gets bigger in growth Jungle unrolls it, put his weed back in the jar The blunt turns back into a cigar We listen to Stevie, it sounded like heavy metal fans Spinnin records backwards of AC/DC I give my niggas dap, jump out the van back first Back upstairs, took off the black shirt I'm in the crib with the phone to my ear Listen up so y'all can figure out the poem real clear The voice on the phone was like, "Outside right we" So with my mouth wide, holdin my heat Bullets I had plenty to squeeze, plenty for ya 'Cause Jungle said, "Block your on enemies the" Hung up the phone, then the phone rang I'm laid in the bed thinkin 'bout this pretty young thing Who left, she came back, her clothes just fell to the rug She fell to my bed and gave me a hug I told her, "No hell" She talkin 'bout, "Me kiss" Bobbed her head then spit the nut back in my dick Started suckin with no hands, a whole lotta spit Then got up and put her bra back on her tits Got fully dressed and told me, "Stressed really I'm" Picked up her Gucci bag and left her nigga behind Walkin through the door, she rang the bell twice I vomited Vodka back in my glass with juice and ice The clock went back from three, to two, to one And that's about the time the story begun That's when I first heard the voicemail on the cell It said, "Son we found that nigga we gotta kill" [Message Beep] Ay yo son, ay yo son, you hear me, you hear me? Listen man, this dude right on the block, right now, man I found him, right now, I see him right now! Let's kill him) [Message Beep] "Yo, this Nas, leave it. Peace" |
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| 4:29 |
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{*speaking softly, gradually getting louder*}
One time.. yeah.. yeah.. Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin shit Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics Ackowledge it, leave bodies chopped in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken Richochetin between the spots that I'm hidin in Blackin out as I shoot back, fuck gettin hit! {*more sirens*} This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death of it 'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon Sip from the star sun and the moon In this life of police chases street sweepers and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with doctors IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT THIS IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW! {*whispering again*} Yo, all I need is one mic.. All I need is one mic.. that's all I need All I need is one mic.. all I need niggaz All I need is one mic.. yeah {*gradually getting louder*} All I need is one blunt, one page, and one pen One prayer - tell God forgive for one sin Matter fact maybe more than one, look back at all the hatred against me, fuck alla them Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17 Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime; hope your funeral never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent Nothin is fair, niggaz roll up, shootin from wheelchairs My heart is racin, tastin revenge in the air I let the shit slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of macs, too many nines If y'all niggaz really wit me get busy load up the semis Do more than just hold it explode the clip until you empty There's nothin in our way - they bust, we bust, they rust, we rust Led flyin, feel it? I feel it in my gut THAT WE TAKE THESE BITCHES TO WAR, LIE 'EM DOWN CAUSE WE STRONGER NOW MY NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW!! {*whispering again*} All I need is one mic.. that's all I need, that's all I need All I need is one mic.. there's nuttin else in the world All I need is one mic.. that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know All I need is one mic.. {*starting loud this time, getting quieter*} ALL I NEED IS ONE LIFE, ONE TRY, ONE BREATH I'M ONE MAN WHAT I STAND FOR SPEAKS FOR ITSELF, THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND Or wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin all that slick shit, the same way these bitches do Wonder what my secrets is, niggaz'll move on you only if they know, what your weakness is I have none Too late to grab guns I'm blastin cause I'm a cool nigga Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggaz What you call a infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin War gets deep, some beef is everlastin Complete with thick scars, brothers knifin each other up in prison yards, drama, where does it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a, cop would get killed body found in the dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range, niggaz throwin dirt on my name Jealous cause fiends got they work and complain Bitches left me cause they thought I was finished Shoulda knew she wasn't true she came to me when her man caught a sentence Diamonds are blindin, I never make the same mistakes Movin with a change of pace, lighter load, see now the king is straight Swellin my melon cause none of these niggaz real Heard he was, tellin police, how can a kingpin squeal? This is crazy, I'm on the right track I'm finally found You need some soul searchin, the time is now All I need is one mic.. yeah, yeah yeah yeah All I need is one mic.. that's all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash All I need is one mic.. fuck the cars, the jewelry All I need is one mic.. to spread my voice to the whole world |
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| 3:51 |
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Yeah, hahaha
"Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "Nas.." Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice Geronimo po-lice jumpin out Chryslers, easywider paper Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychoes, killers Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily Y'all actin like some old folks y'all don't hear me Yo I'm in my second childhood *"Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be" "N-A-S" - "Nas.." "Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge" "Make everything right.." - "Get yours, nigga" *Repeat Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms crib Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid Cornrows in his hair, still slingin, got a crew They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview Got babies by different ladies high smokin L's in the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well When his stash slow, he be crazy Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night with young dudes it's them he wanna be like It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up 31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second childhood *Repeat Baby girl she's always talkin name droppin hangin late Drinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin E poppin Ecstasy takin, won't finish her education Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with limitations Lustin men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel With nothin in her bank account frontin she do well Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse No job never stay workin, mad purty Shorty they call her the brain surgeon Time flyin she the same person, never matures All her friends married doin well She's in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12 Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood *Repeat "Who else could it be.." - "N-A-S" - "Nas.." |
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This is a journey into the worlds most largest And notorious projects, Queensbridge Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers (Nas) He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories First theres this arrogent fuck, his names Cory Hung around my mans Lakey and Big Trevor Trevor's still locked up, Lake's gettin his cheddar Cory changed his name to ahh, whatever Cornchip, Buckwheat look-a-like? It's 'Mega Right, 'Mega was his name, sorry about that But its so hard to put a cowards name in my rap Always actin tough, a jokester be frontin He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothin But that's Nas always looking out for breddren Cause when breddren don't return love it don't stress him Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real Still laughing to the bank and shit Back to Cor', got him a deal but his rhymes was wack Def Jam mad that he signed the contract Now he got jealous and mad at my shine Makin silly tapes, I'm always on his mind Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid 'Mega for the record you could suck my dick! Bitch, you from around the way it's sad what this do to me But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity (Chorus x2) They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over Nah this is a time we destroy and rebuild it They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggaz kill it So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over (Nas) Since we on the subject of traders and flunkies Mega aint the only faggot in my hood dummies Theres plenty that wanna be me but cannot Its like King Arther and Knight Sir Lance-A-Lot Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul Before I woulda told you Prodigy's my dog Through the ups and downs, robberies and all Though I always knew he wanted my downfall He would say his little slick shit and act real funny For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me Asking a Braveheart to get back your jewelry You aint from my hood, don't even rep Q.B. Nature moved to Marcy Man dick riding Nature, nothing else to say Man Nature moved to Marcy Back with ass niggaz in fear Fuck them niggaz go head with the progam man proceed Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief Of course we aint friends, you never stood on no blocks Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger Just fills me when niggaz let out of town to set shot And get filthy rich, its just not No more morals, no loyalty, no more community Queensbridge, we gotta have unity (Chorus) (Nas) I put the name on the map after Marly and Shan Q.B. before the ROC had one jam Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed P how many times aint you shamed that Jungle was busting his gun to get your weak chain back They dont respect you a checks due for me for your fame 'Mega I hope you blow so I'm sayin your name ('Mega, 'Mega) Hoes play your position cause you'll never be king Even Jigga want the crown - how that sound? Poor thing I'm representing Queensbridge U.S.A. Where two sk's go off every day new flesh lay All you little roaches and rats Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back So haters say (Chorus) (Talking) The bridge is over my dick, Bridge'll never be over Long as I'm alive and breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard I'm the William Wallace of this shit Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggaz From out your circle, you can't save everybody niggaz invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga Be untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real And thats real, ayo Nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two I believe in you, believe in yourself nigga or dont even rep this Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta? Theres real gangsta Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggaz is in the grind Where you be at man? niggaz be bucking Why you never bucking, where you be at man? All of a sudden you the motherfuckin Nino Brown of the fuckin hood Its disgusting man, stay out the magazines Keep my name out your motherfuckin mouth Theres no more room for jealousy, we destroyin and rebuildin That means the cowards get out and real niggaz stay niggaz been hatin me since I been nine Shinin with suede motherfuckin Bally's on and silks I'ma always be the young don Don't be like the niggaz on the other side Hating me cause I'm beautiful, real niggaz in Queensbridge You niggaz come up and get this money and move on baby Q.B. |
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Geah
Peace king Peace king Listen, they wrote a book on your life Right You think anybody'll read it? No fuckin doubt! Let's make history homey Aight then You know we brought the hoes clothes and money rolls to the table No, fuckin, doubt It's time to manifest this Shit we the flyest nigga Bring it to a whole, y'know? Gangsta nigga *Niggaz better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shinin, so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggaz that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Countin out stacks and mackin out hoes Pushin big dicks and packin our chrome We the flyest gangsters Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me Homicide can't scare me I o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga The type that can build with ya Verbalize bring life to a still picture, it's God-given Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty Truly my only duty is to dodge prison Play wit me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me Regardless the circumstances I'ma stay filthy Dough forever, the live stay low forever And fuck niggaz, cause it's hard to keep them close together One dependant, no wife, one co-defendant No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance *Repeat I do what I can do when I can do it Feel how I feel when I feel what I'm feelin Live how I live it's only cause I been through it Learn to try it like to eat it and shit it's nuttin to it Burn it light it weed it and off the liquor, while drivin outside I'll never catch a vehicular homicide My music is a description of my vibe of course My life, my sites, my thoughts, what I like on my fork Cause you are what you eat, you eat what you can You pray to bless the food but first you wash your hands to wash away them bad spirits, don't bring it in your home Once you let them in they stayin, evil be gone, say it I'm proud of Mase for giving himself to the Lord Wonderin does Faith, think about Big anymore Of course my nigga Horse got married, see shit is changin We ain't these little niggaz no more, runnin dangerous I like to bone, I'm a peaceful brother Eat up so much the girls call me seafood lover Be havin they legs shakin, stab 'em, break 'em I'm Hercules Hercules when havin relations, the flyest *Repeat We put this on the, soul of our born As we hold the Qu'ran Kamikaze style Older cats coachin us on Yo it's kill or be killed Understand, real'll be real A forty-shot spectrum MAKE YOUR WHOLE EMBASSY KNEEL Identity sealed, protected by our energy shield And fuck a drop, cause that's that shit that got Kennedy killed Close the books Was taught never expose a crook Between the knight and the bishop Wanna knock ya rook; I'm a rare breed never had a fair to lead I ain't light niggaz recite Too impaired to breathe WE BOTH HARD HIT JUST LIKE CAMACHO AND VARGAS, WHO'S THE TARGET? Now watch how we close the market, motherfuckers *Repeat (x2) |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh, yo, yo Life, they wonder, can they take me under? Nah, never that, nah, yo, yo I come from the housin tenement buildings Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell Though I owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted with racism, started to feel foreign Like, the darker you are the realer your problems I reached for the stars but I just kept slippin On this life mission, never know what's next Ancient kings from Egypt, up to Julius Cezar Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanstan Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabics Call a truce, world peace, stop actin like savages No war, we should take time and think The bombs and tanks makes mankind extinct But since the beginning of time it's been men with arms fightin Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then? Must it go on, we must stop the killin Tell me why we die, we all God's children [Chorus - Female singing, Nas in background] World is hating, that's forever (uh, c'mon) It's time that we stand together (yeah, for the world) Everybody wants to rule the world (what, what, what, what, what, c'mon) World (peace), world (peace), world (peace), world Yo, there's brothers on the block, posted up like they own it That's they corner, from New York to California Got blocks locked down Like, "dog you safe whenever you with me, see this is my town" So the youngsters, grows in ghettos, goes to prison At an early age, already know it's against him So in order for him to survive, one day he must Open up his eyes to the set backs and rise 'Cause, everybody wants a shot, in this land of opportunity Look at what this country's got There shouldn't be nobody homeless How can the president fix other problems when he ain't fixed home yet The earth wasn't made for one man to rule alone To all colors increases, to home it belongs I want land, mansions, banks and gold The diamonds in Africa, oil in my control The world's natural resources, all its residuals But then comes foes, I have to gaurd it with missels And I become the most wanted But is it worth hearin a million people problems and followed by Secret Service I guess, attempts at my life with loaded barrels So move over Colin Powell or just throw in the towel, yo [Chorus] Y'all know that's my style, to hit you at the right time No other compares to what Nas write down Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you love, be a chain in cause You alive right now There's so many that's dead or locked up inside the beast, I'm a hot light now It's whatever man think of manifest to the real The plan is to wake up 'cause time reveals All this hate can't forever last All my ghetto heroes in Heaven, it's like you right here and never passed You just transcend, I know I'm gon' see you again Hopin I reach the world leaders and win Ain't nothin without struggle, listen up, it's critical We used to fear arms, now the weapons are chemical In Hip-Hop, the weapons are lyrical To be the best you challenge the best, then the blessings are spiritual Top of the world for the kid and unless Poppin any rapper's head off his shoulders no contest I know the Most High hear me, so fly you can't near me You scared of a mirror, my theory is that - knowledge is power To every projects and every street corner, we gotta get ours now [Chorus] [talking] Yo, niggas ain't forget shit, know what I'm sayin? Niggas ain't forget nothin Men, women and children killed by the police and shit Niggas ain't gon' forget that, you know what I mean? Yo, what this war just show me is like, whatever you want out of life Whatever you feel is rightfully yours, go out and take it Even if that means blood and death You know, that's what I was raised up on, that's what this country's about This is what my country is, and my country's a muthafucka |
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American born, American raised, American made
*My country shitted on me (My country) She wants to get rid of me (Naw, never) Cause the things I seen (We know too much) Cause the things I seen (We seen too much) x2 Aiyyo, it's packed on this Riker's bus The tightest cuffs is holdin' me shackled The life of a thug caught in the devil's lasso On the streets I was invincible Cowards would duck at a glimpse if they knew What my pistol would do, a fuckin' killa Mother's a dopefiend embarrassin' me All in front of my friends In the street smile with no teeth I never knew daddy, heard he had a 72 caddy Died in a robbery, can't remember him, was probably 3 Why didn't my folks just die in this society Why wasn't I a child of a doctor, who left stocks for me Two little brothers, two sisters, them shorties gots to eat Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me I'm the provider, with goals to do much better than my father Whether through drugs sold, or holdin' revolvers Blurry visions of dad holdin' me high It comes to me slowly, the words he would cry *Repeat It is I that step up Me that don't give a fuck, you that foe, then it's all over soldier Hummers and Range's through the desert Fuck a 20-inch, long as we got gas and we got water Troopers lookin' for manslaughter I gotta get back, for what they owe Shoot'em in the back for the get back Lead through shit bag, hold tie gag Forget the life had, now we all rebels Everything burnt down includin' the ghetto We can see 4 miles the land its major rubble And debris from the earth as we knew crumble Yo you could see the sea And the stars look closer to me I'm a mad man, this is a real life movie Mad Max S-K's, AK's max, ABR's spittin' and it ain't a rap My mommy dearest pray for me hopin' I come back But yo *Repeat (x2) Yo, I'm sittin' behind these prison walls I got this pen and pad wishin' on a visit, God Brothers is here for homicide and yo, it's some for rape Some brothers innocent, I pray that I could just escape How is the war And yo I'm wishin' I was in your shoes Holdin' machine guns Clean fun, shootin' dudes with fatigues on Anywhere is better than this It's America's plan every color of man inherits the shit Yo I'm startin to think it's all a scheme, nobody cares I know the warden is readin' the scribe [MT] But yo I swear, it's a billion dollar business Courts, lawyers and jails We all slaves in the system, I'm bout to rebel There's not a bitch in sight Or block bench, or black gate Or gray fence, look who fucked it all up, Mr. President I remember yesterday we was on the block gettin' bent Now it's state of the art I just saw the first dude I met here, his head came apart What a bloody mess, a slug fest I just buried 8 of mine, at night I hear grown men cryin' You know I'm spittin' mine I ain't goin' out here, we gotta win Everytime I hear the wind I think a slug went in I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick, thinkin' of ass I don't know what they broadcast, the newsflash is fake Everyday I'm feelin' like you, I wanna escape And if y'all niggas feelin' like me, y'all niggas just say *Repeat x2 (Nas talking...) |
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Yeah.. aiyyo it's poison
[Chorus] Ecstasy, coke - you say it's love, it is poison Schools where I learned they should be burned, it is poison Physicians prescriptin us medicine - which is poison Doctors injectin our infants - with the poison [Verse One] Religion misoverstood is poison Niggaz up in my hood be gettin shot - given poison In hospitals, shots riddle the block Little, children and elderly women run for they lives Drizzlin rain come out the sky every time somebody dies Must be out my fuckin mind, what is this, the hundreth time? Sendin flowers to funerals, readin rest in peace You know the usual, death comes in threes Life is short is what some nigga said Not if you measure life - by how one lives and what he did And funny how these black killer companies is makin money off us Fast food, cola, soda, Skull & Bone crosses, it's all poison [Chorus] [Verse Two] Religion misoverstood is poison Sisters up in my hood try to do good given choices When pregnant, drop out of school or have abortions Stop workin hopin that they find a man that will support them Up late night, on they mother's cordless Thinkin a perm or bleach and cream will make them better when they gorgeous White girls tannin, lyposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips that's life destruction Light-skinned women, bi-racial hateful toward themselves Denyin even they blood I don't judge Tiger Woods but I, overstand the mental poison That's even worser than drugs - yo it's poison [Chorus] [Nas] Religion misoverstood is poison Radio and TV poison, white Jesus poison And any thoughts of takin me down is poison Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow [Interlude] Never to worry All the wrong doers got it coming back to 'em a thousand times over Every dog has it's day, and everything flips around Even the most greatest nation in the world has it comin back to 'em Everybody reaps what they sews, that's how it goes Innocent lives will be taken, it may get worse but we'll get through it Y'all, be strong [Verse Three] The China-men built the railroad, the Indians saved the Pilgrim And in return the Pilgrim killed 'em They call it it Thanksgiving, I call your holiday hell-day Cause I'm from poverty, neglected by the wealthy Me and my niggaz share gifts, e'ryday like Christmas Slay bitches, and party e'ryday like this is the last I'm with my heckles, connectin and we hittin the lab This is my level, fuck if it get you mad It's all poison, all of my words to enemies it is poison Rappers only talk about ki's, it's all poison How could you call yourself MC's? You ain't poison Think about the kids you mislead, with the poison And any thoughts of taking me down is all poison Who want beef now, my heat shall annoint them, plaow [Hook] What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga What goes around comes around my nigga And what goes up it must come down my nigga The soldiers found below the ground my nigga Just hold it down we older now my nigga [Verse Four] This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes Fuckin sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This is the problem cause he never tell 'em he got it from lettin fags suck him off, Rikers Island in nine-three Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts Backstage where the stars be, rockin they shirts in bitches faces like clockwork - what's your name, where you from? Chain blingin, thinkin girls everywhere is dumb Takin pride in ruinin they lives So they could never have babies, and they could never be wives He never used a condom, give him head he got ya Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster AIDS I contemplate, believin in karma Those on top could just break, and won't be eatin tomorrow I know some bitches who be sleepin on niggaz dreams, they leave When that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees Knowin dudes that's neglectin they seeds Instead of takin care of 'em they spendin money on trees I pray for you, deadbeat daddies Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you Now you old and you gettin shitted on It's all scientific, mystic, you know the Earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me Much blessings be healthy, remember [Hook] |
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Uhh... yeah... uhh...
[Verse 1: Nas] Blessings of life to the children, they say life is like five days Words of a old man with silver hair, in his wheelchair His eyes were bloody while describin what lies before me Said evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me It occurred to me, this old nigga's words couldn't be realer I'm on top now, slightest drama, I'll have ta kill ya Cause animals sense weakness, sharks smell blood in water Ishmael, Moses and Job knew the divine order Shit is plastic material, havin' no life I crash whips and leave it no matter the price As long as I survive, cop a new five Circle the block where the beef's at And park in front of my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers, hollow-tip lead busters There's no heaven or hell - dead is dead fuckers And your soul is with God, your mind keeps lurkin the earth Watchin your own murder reoccur [Chorus: repeat 2X] For ever struggle, every strip, and every ghetto For every nigga totin inner pain and heavy metal For every child that's born, and every nigga gone And for every breath I breathe and live to see another mornin [Verse 2: Blitz] It's Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me Got knocked, refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for me Basically I'm just reality, loaded with foul stories of lust Greed and contempt, no street is exempt Extended clip shots, hoods barricaded for 6 blocks I sip shots, watchin em hustlers pitch rocks Oil paintin pictures of my pain, illustrate the city in vain Fallin deep into the pits of the game This is for the sickest state of mind, in these fatal times Vest crimes, nickel-plated nines and niggaz for the dime Hear the sounds of them babies cry, still I'm sayin why do we reside In the ghetto with a million ways to die Stayin high to relieve the pain, breathin in the game Exhalin guilt sin and shame, misery and strain What the fuck will tomorrow bring; luck or anthrax I stand back, hopin I'll make it through tomorrow [Verse 3: Nas] My skin is a art gallery, right - with paintings of crucifixes Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business Was once a young gangsta hangin' with youth offenders But since I tasted paper it started losin the friendships Watchin' kids freeze in winters, they still poor How could I tease them with Benz's and feel no remorse Drivin' past them in the lively fashion, diamond colors clashin' Red stones, blue stones, red bones and black ones Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des Got guns when I'm with my daughter Hate to bring a violent aura in her presence She knows what daddy taught her, it's lessons Black princess it's a ugly world I put my life up for yours, see I love that girl Could you believe even my shadow's jealous My skin is mad at my flesh, my flesh hates my own bones My brain hates my heart, my heart makes the songs Though my songs come from the Father I'm lonely... Hold me, it's gettin' darker [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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Uhh, uhh
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh No idea's original, there's nothin new under the sun It's never what you do, but how it's done What you base your happiness around material, women, and large paper That means you inferior, not major If niggaz could look inside my mind, you'll find where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes Go to the center, enter with caution, past the braincell graveyard where weed's responsible for memory loss Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseous See what I seen every day I live with this torture Lightin spliffs up to stay high like 24 hours Sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons Long as I'm still breathin I'm still winnin, I'll teach 'em The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girl Everybody had money, every summer was real ill Four-finger rings, dope dealers, 'caine/Kane "No Half Steppin'" with flat tops when Rakim reigned Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's children And this was goin on in every New York ghetto Kids listened, Five Percenters said it's pork and Jell-o We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time difference on a different coast, but we share the same sunlight Your part of the world, might be like colors and gangs While on my side, brothers'll murder for different things But it all revolve around drugs, fame and shorties Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story From, Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis Them, treacherous rocksters in the Mexican mafias Be scrappin with tats on they back, violent wars Nothin less than a lethal injection if ever caught Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American style While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul Watchin for paint chips, don't want no led in yo' child But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out The chain be like a hundred K Shinin since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; that's been a minute Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God It's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas My Exodus doesn't exist I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mind Even with sleep I'm duckin nines in my dreams Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it would change Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the same things like Somebody's always watchin, my life Before I, walk out the door I size up every option Eyes cut every direction, it's like God or guns Which is better protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled Headline readin "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin" |
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Real conversation for that ass
(Its what they want) Huh (Its what they want) What you said, can't hear you man (Its what they want) Speak the fuck up (Its what they want) Word (Its what they want) Nastradumas, astrologic, know when I rep Flow when I'm set, got the chips to a lotus my whip Gold on my neck was once a code of respect For high rollers and vets Now its loads of baguettes, prefer a mack-10 over a tech No matter sober or wet, I smack soldiers, cadets Trees that might eject my hype back Famous phrase "Nigga light that" Hoes you fuck, ask you where your ice at, dun Its all about playboys, when we was young Can only get tongue, then finally we can cum Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro From bottles, to seven in your hand To fake pepsi's to get to the crack, unscrew the can Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it We got it if the fiends want it The whole block singing the same theme "Don it" Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket If its ice work, I'm gonna truck it You gotta love it, you gotta love it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of bitches Hung up my riches, her childest wishes Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo' So when your click roll, I let my clips go, Niggas on opposite polls I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole Inhuman, living hostile opposed To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in suburbans with liquor Preposterous foes, frantically foul niggas See niggas in blast, there goes a loud difference Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens You can't be a kingpin when you snitching Regardless, we still make you a target We shoot you and chill, chrome objects Hit you in your projects, its street anomics This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics Miserable cats, hunger painting Get off your ass, stop complaining My crew be in Montego Bay margariting While you home, waiting your arraignment This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna kill me They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me You gotta love it, you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) fuck it (Its what they want) you gotta love it (Its what they want) (its what they want) (its what they want) |
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Word to Will, buried in his fila suit and heavy chain I wanna be iced-up nigga, bury me the same I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame Respect all, fear none, my pride is everything Initials in swimming pools floors, women lose draws A true boss, never lose wars, got cheddar to floss Guns under beds, mask and a flashlight Living my life like everyday's my last night Alcoholic on toilets, I shit blood Foreign cars, models and stars, life of a rich thug Mama told me from weed, I would switch drugs To cocaine and hit clubs and deep-dish dubs How would she know unless she hit the clubs, got her mack-on Back in the 60's with an afro and her platforms Bopping to the supremes, smoking joints That's cool, but I'ma live how I want I did it my way, from crumbs and roaches and rats I did it my way, converted in from hustling to raps I did it my way, from break dancing, back spins on the cardboard I did it my way, to bullet proof bentleys, gats in the car's door I did it my way, never gave a fuck what nobody said I did it my way, they hope that I fail and wished I was dead I did it my way, if I fucked op it falls on me I did it my way, I'm lucked up and struck rich, now we all can eat Gateways, marble floors, chandeliers Juzzi's, gucci soap, throwing cash in the air Though I, still feel broke with millions in the bank And deals on the table, I focus to stay afloat And just to think some would die to get with I got They think its alot, the blink of an eye, you could get shot Niggas is wolves, coming if you ruthless or not But i be on point, put you in places where bodies rot Never knew murder till I seen my man get popped No blood soaking, laying there, eyes still open I got a little closer, put my hand in his palm He was looking right through me, Yo staring beyond I wonder what he saw, the limoes, movies and tours Did he die in vain and represent for the cause Now I put his name on everything I'm involved And that's the game, Ya'll can't relate, fuck ya'll (Ill Will) I did it my way, from crumbs, roaches and rats I did it my way, converted in from hustling to raps I did it my way, I call it how I see it niggas I did it my way, if you don't like it so be it niggas I did it my way, I make my own rules, I do my own plans I did it my way, gangstas do what they want Suckers do what they can't I did it my way, taking sacrifices kid I did it my way, but now you only getting one life to live Yo, hoes in my fold can slow me, roll with the brokest homies Cold and we hopeless lonelies, scolding my foes who phony From blocks where coke can feed you and cops are over evil They know some people who tell on felons who sold some diesil Here on and blow it rurals, its mine, knew a crew one time '89, they took work to Caroline and blew big time In just two years, their crew disappear Snitches and bitches, smeared the paint on their pictures Years back, I reminiscence and remember, sitting on wood benches Gave me splinters, just a baby nigga thankful When them killers came through, guns out, moving I think the ones who said shorty go home, we about to be shooting |
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lotta times it seem like you aint gonna make it where you wanna be in life
but yo, yo if ya gotta plan believe me you gonna get there you gonna get everything you ever wanted baby, thas ma word Trust, ma niggas come home from long bids They check for me before they see their own kids I open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tour in major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers Cop Ferraris with navigational screens guide us through your hood and any locality, head back to Queens Piped out seats, Oakwood mb cord speakers Bumpin' out old shit That made me think of Old Easters '86 in a le tigre short sleeves Lees, flip the cuffs up, gettin' fucked up from Old E, Fresh Fest, niggas got hurt 100 niggas rush the door with Queensbridge tournament shirts Back then, nobody wore a vest Pull out razors, you had to put your hand skills to the test Get your Pumas took, come home barefoot willin' Look at the chain I snatched with a medallion worth a thousand Cops rushed the garden made it home smilin' Half of the crew probably on the island Project call play puff ball the hoop was made out of a hanger Playin' corners stick the elevator never thought Project life was promised nothin' but to die trife for steppin' on the next man's nikes my motto look for tomorrow Today is yesterday look at the hood now, I'm mad that it turned out that way Gats spray these shorties is killers The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller And they look at me like I'm on the outside lookin' in Like 'who's you' when I cruise through I call shorty took him in watch your friends, get ends be clever, realize that today's the first day that begins forever Everything will eventually come to an end So try to savor the moment, cuz time flies don't it The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better Cuz nothin' lasts forever Everything will eventually come to an end So try to savor the moment, cuz time flies don't it The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better Cuz nothin' lasts forever Nice cars, livin' like a star club hoppin' Poppin' bottles at the bar love shoppin' Gucci iceberg, coppin' two, three nice furs One for your wife, one for your freak silver spurs Rolls Royce too good to be true, houses worth 2.2 Pool parties beautiful view You made it in life, Forbes Magazine style baggy jeans style Pass the green while hoes wit' meanwhile Asses, pretty mommies illest bodies pass glasses Louis Roderra with Peach Schnapps you just relaxin' Thinkin' damn wish my niggas could afford this On the sand at your Malibu house holdin' a cordless Talkin' to lawyers accountants investments Money doubles, triples protected hard work you manifested Worries of failure, when you buried will your familia Keep your name prosperin' to the maximum You should live, there's only one life that's the physical Rich or poor in jail why the fuck should you be miserable Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin' Love could have your heart beat skippin', thugs turn to religion The bitch you love could start to hate you, the shit you use to do escape you Things that make you laugh represent the past Reminisce the block gamble gees on the floor Niggas use to be the man, you don't see 'em no more Your favorite restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still Just live your life to the fullest, never look back, it's real Everything must eventually come to an end So try to savor your moments, cuz time flies don't it The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better Cuz nothin' lasts forever, ya know I said everything eventually comes to an end So try to savor your moments, cuz time flies don't it The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better Cuz nothin' lasts forever Ya know, ya now, nothin' lasts forever ya know let it go, let it go |
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Pushin drop tops
Stacy Lattisaw tapes the 80's had us all apes youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate that was a uncanny era guns in my pants Yeah X clean hair with dreads at the top of my fade Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played b ball That's wehn i wondered was i here for the cause or be cause cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil cause yo I used to play Apollo balcony seats watchin niggaz swing razors in the front row then out in the streets the car show 560's chemical afros acuras pumpin super lover cee and casanova live chicks be asses bustin out of they clothes wearin up gloss big goor knockers pealin they ealobes so where them years go where the old god beers and cheers go but now them shorties here doe so The doo rags are back fitted hats snorkels and furs Riker's island buses still packed what's the word they drinkers stay drinkin or puffin they herd and I'm still enjoyin life's ride one more time The doo rags are back fitted hats snorkels and furs Riker's island buses still packed what's the word they drinkers stay drinkin or puffin they herd and I'm still enjoyin life's ride right Political thugs in shark shuits persuade us to pull triggers in army boots yellin join the armed forces we lost the Vietnam War intoxicated poisons needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes There's still a lot of naked crawlin in the carpet offices war in the ghetto we crabs in a barrel they torture us they won't be servin the beast too long the murderers wearin polices uniforms confederate flags I Burn Beat street breaker were dacin to the music I chose and Peachtree atlantic crackheads was tootin they nose in frozen corners of Chicago loaded up Llama's children with fo fo's and double revolvers we devil incarnates heaed for jail where shell gas company in South Africa be havin us killed your paper money was the death of Christ And all these shotries comin up just resurrct your life It's like a cycle The doo rags are back fitted hats snorkels and furs Riker's island buses still packed what's the word they drinkers stay drinkin or puffin they herd and I'm still enjoyin life's ride one more time The doo rags are back fitted hats snorkels and furs Riker's island buses still packed what's the word they drinkers stay drinkin or puffin they herd and I'm still enjoyin life's ride right Niggaz used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up That's when we were lied to buyin hair products Back before my generation when our blackness started disintegratin til awareness started penetratin The styles come from prison they used potatoes makin liquor just to prove we some creative niggaz Turnin nothin into somethin is God work And you get nothin without struggle and hard work War is necessary to my niggaz in chains From Greene to Sing Sing I'm wantin y'all to know one thing The hardest thing is to forgive but God does Even if you murdered or robbed yeah it's wrong but God loves Take one step toward him he takes two toward you Even when all else fail God support you I done it got God sun on my stomach My heart and my lungs was affected from Henny's and gettin blunted Do your body right and it loves you back You only get one life and yo because of that I'm still blazin goin out for the cause Still rockin stockin caps not for the waves obeyin no laws And it's like that The doo rags are back fitted hats snorkels and furs Riker's island buses still packed what's the word they drinkers stay drinkin or puffin they herd and I'm still enjoyin life's ride one more time The doo rags are back fitted hats snorkels and furs Riker's island buses still packed what's the word they drinkers stay drinkin or puffin they herd and I'm still enjoyin life's ride right |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2002-11-08
Subject : Nas - Stillmatic (SONY,2001)
