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* 45 seconds of talking/skit * |
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[Nas] |
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It was a murder |
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Jake just hit the corner people swarming |
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Three in the morning I jumped out my cab like 'Fuck, |
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niggaz is buck,' mega bloodshed, the tapes red |
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I heard some bird whisper, 'Yo he should have ducked' |
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I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla |
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I'm all high it's late I'm looking down at the fella |
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Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion |
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His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk |
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It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder |
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that the street's designed to stop your life, plot |
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The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell |
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First time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail |
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Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell |
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My niggas never snitch why tell |
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We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities |
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Queens'll be the death of me |
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Chorus: |
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To the suspect witness don't come outside |
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You might get your shit pushed back tonight |
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(Suspect witness don't come outside |
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You might get your shit pushed back tonight) |
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Chorus |
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[Nas] |
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Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches infested |
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Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the witness |
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My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence |
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Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless |
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Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite |
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Ten millis, mix designed just for my physique |
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I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely |
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My pants hang low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly |
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Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese |
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Rollin two Phillies together make blunts Siamese |
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I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of |
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early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards |
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Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive |
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A Million Man March, alert the masses |
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Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my glasses |
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Don assassins, armageddon, the wettin' |
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Never freakin the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened |
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Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin' |
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Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione -- are you the type of nigga |
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to shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tome |
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Niggaz get hit and wrap the plastic |
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The mic I strike in vain givin the pain of what a Mack is |
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What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia |
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No need to check the clock, the streets are timin you |
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Chorus |
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[Nas] |
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It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin shit mesmerized |
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Mega live, like the third world |
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Decipher my deceiver make him a believer |
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Spitting jim stars, words in my mic ttype receiver |
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Bond is my life so I live by my word |
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Never fraudulent Queensbridge don't make no herbs |
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Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin |
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Rebel to America civilization caught you sleepin |
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* talkin to fade * |
