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Straight up is real and any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, blast, niggas tumble The corners is the hot spot, of mad criminals Who care, guzzling beers, we all stare At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) better break North Before we get the pounders, and take their face 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, come through in helicopters I drink a 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 em done, won't even run about Gods I don't believe in of that shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a of the street corner Pulling a Tec out the dresser, got me under pressure
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Yo, they me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moet drinking, smoking street dweller always on the corner, rolling up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing less Guess Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned Love committing and my friends sell crack This raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the shit day one Cause life ain't but stress fake niggas and crab stunts So I guzzle my while pulling on mad blunts The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be pissing in your the rap game reminds me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's 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 see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's 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 that had us from cops If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine We was at the candy factory, the locks Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just the next man Fuck a yard God, let me see a grand use a gun Son, but fuck being the wanted man But if I hit rock then I'ma be the Son of Sam Then the crew to get live too With Swoop, Hakim, my Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you the profit My is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your brain on drugs, to all fly and thugs 'Nough to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love
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