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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, tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad Who care, guzzling beers, we all stare At the (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North Before we get the four pounders, and their face off The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come in helicopters I drink a little vodka, a L and hold a Glock for The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners Thinking it happen til I, trap em and clap em And leave em done, won't even run about I don't believe in none of shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure
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Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of Moet drinking, smoking street dweller always on the corner, rolling up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing than Guess Cold be with a bop and my hat turned back Love committing and my friends sell crack This nigga with a razor, keep it under my tongue The drop-out, never liked the shit from day one Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and stunts So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator The of nigga who be pissing in your elevator Somehow the rap game me of the crack game Used to Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs Fly new chicks and new kicks, and Beck's
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No see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about Before the BDP with MC Shan Around the time when Shante the Real Roxxane I used to up every morning, see my crew on the block Every day's a plan that had us running from cops If it wasn't hanging out in of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, the locks Nowadays, I need the in a flash just like the next man Fuck a God, let me see a hundred grand Could use a gun Son, but being the wanted man But if I hit bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam Then call the to get live too With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, up the blow Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never it It's your brain on drugs, to all fly and thugs 'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One
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