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Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas The corners is the hot spot, full of mad Who don't care, beers, we all stare At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) better break North we get the four pounders, and take their face off The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and us And killer coppers, even come through in I a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and runners Thinking it can't til I, trap em and clap em And leave em done, won't even run Gods I don't believe in none of that shit, your are backwards Nas is a of the street corner Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me pressure
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Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your type of fella Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street Who's always on the corner, rolling up When I dress, it's nothing less than Guess Cold be walking a bop and my hat turned back Love committing sins and my sell crack nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the shit day one Cause life shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts So I my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator The of nigga who be pissing in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack Used to Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and
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No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what about the BDP conflict with MC Shan Around the time when dissed the Real Roxxane I used to wake up morning, see my crew on the block Every day's a different plan had us running from cops If it wasn't hanging out in front of spots We was at the candy factory, breaking the Nowadays, I need the green in a just like the next man Fuck a yard God, let me see a grand Could use a gun Son, but being the wanted man But if I hit rock bottom then be the Son of Sam Then call the to get live too With Swoop, Hakim, my Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow Mike'll it, Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your brain on drugs, to all fly and thugs respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love
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