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Straight up shit is and any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas The is the hot spot, full of mad criminals Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break Before we get the four pounders, and take their off The is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers 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 happen til I, trap em and em And leave em done, won't even run Gods I don't believe in none of shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under
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Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of Moet drinking, marijuana street dweller always on the corner, rolling up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing less Guess Cold be with a bop and my hat turned back Love committing sins and my friends crack nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The drop-out, never liked the shit from day one life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts So I my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be pissing in elevator Somehow the rap reminds me of the crack game Used to sport 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 doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's Before the BDP conflict MC Shan Around the time when dissed the Real Roxxane I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the Every day's a plan that had us running from cops If it hanging out in front of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, breaking the 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 rock bottom then 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 it, Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the never stop it It's brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs 'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One
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