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Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

You can be a ridah and ride, or a and hide
Either way you go me, you still gon' die
I got macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, let it be brief

I need a drop for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake niggas
The shit I kick, fuck with mentally
Makes wanna mention me
And see me doing a century in the penitentiary

Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, a fact money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that money
I'm a tell what Papi told me
I got you need, 19, 5 a key

I stay a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit
'Cause then we gonna run up in your
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'

Projects too hot, niggas better we never hit rock
'Cause then we run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
I'm like Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and
Yo, I woulda pro too, then I let them phillies slow me

I'm like a black asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' when I'm creeping up
Y'all to fuck with the tightest, I stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' families in silence

My is obvious, past on to most rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no
Last seen at the automatic machine, maxing out
Or in the booth, blacking out

It's Con Ed style, twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' I'm rich kid
Either or you can't stop me with my feet in the
Or walk away from the or the morgue, play your part nigga

too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot

bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Tell niggas somethin', God

What, yo?
I niggas and white boys with five pointed stars
Tattoed on they arms, your moms like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Hong Kong, in the bong
We smoke that, leave our on the coat rack

Those that plot on me, nine times outta ten the is on me
Feds search the God, but they find on me
When I rap wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you

maneuvers through the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse
Rims is 22 inches, Benz
22 inch dick I'm pimpin'

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin'
You my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with Bravehearted, we ride to the grave us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, go

bit off Nas shit
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Projects too hot, niggas hope we never hit rock
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'