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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, niggas The corners is the hot spot, full of mad Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better North Before we get the four pounders, and take face off The is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us And coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and a Glock for The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners Thinking it can't til I, trap em and clap em And leave em done, won't run about Gods I don't in none of that shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the 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, smoking street dweller always on the corner, rolling up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing less Guess be walking with a bop and my hat turned back Love committing sins and my friends sell This nigga raps with a razor, it under my tongue The drop-out, never liked the shit from day one Cause life ain't shit but stress niggas and crab stunts So I my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator The of nigga who be pissing in your elevator Somehow the rap reminds me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, sex and 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 with MC Shan Around the time Shante dissed the Real Roxxane I used to up every 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, breaking the Nowadays, I need the green in a flash like the next man a yard God, let me see a hundred grand 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, cooks up the Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you the profit My is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love
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