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Straight up shit is real and any day could be your in the jungle Get on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble The is the hot spot, full of mad criminals Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all At the (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North Before we get the pounders, and take their face off The streets is with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and us And killer coppers, come through in helicopters I a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em And leave em done, won't even run Gods I don't in none of that shit, your facts 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 legal of fella Moet drinking, marijuana street dweller always on the corner, rolling up blessed When I dress, it's never less than Guess Cold be walking a bop and my hat turned back Love committing sins and my friends sell 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 pulling on mad blunts The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, The of nigga who be pissing in your 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 and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
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No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what about Before the BDP conflict with MC Around the time when Shante dissed the Roxxane I used to wake up every morning, see my on the block Every day's a different 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 green in a flash just like the man Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred Could use a gun Son, but fuck being the man But if I hit bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam Then call the crew to get 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, way the Jakes'll never stop 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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