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[Intro: Nas (w/ Puff Daddy)] |
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Escobar Season has returned |
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It's been a long time, been a long time comin' |
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It's life or death for me now |
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But you know, there's no turning back now |
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This is what makes me; this is what I am |
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[Hook: Puff Daddy] |
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You can hate me now,(Q.B.) but I won't stop now (real *************s) |
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Cause I can't stop now, (Bravehearts) you can hate me now (c'mon) |
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But I won't stop now, cause I can't stop now |
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You can hate me now, you can hate me now |
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[Puff Daddy] |
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Well you hate me, I'm gon' hate you too |
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It's as simple as that |
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Die mother******, die mother******, die |
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You don't give a *************, I don't give a ************* |
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Go down any way you want it to go down |
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Weak, jealous mother******s |
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************* y'all! |
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[Verse 1: Nas] |
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Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy |
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Ice that I wear, flows that I try, close your eyes |
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Picture me rollin', sixes, money foldin' |
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*************, honeys that swollen to riches, Nas get in ya |
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Most critically acclaimed Pulitzer Prize winner |
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Best storyteller, thug narrator, my style's greater |
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Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters |
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Commentators ringside try watchin' my paper |
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Almost a decade, quite impressive |
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Most of the best is in the essence |
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For this rap *************t that I stand for |
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Expandin' more to the big screen, Bill Gates dreams |
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But it seems you'd rather see me in jail with state greens |
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Want me off the scene fast, but good things last |
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Like your favorite MC still makin' some mean cash |
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First rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects |
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But you still wanna hate, be my guest, I suggest |
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[Diddy] |
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Money is power mother****** |
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I got millions of thugs on salary |
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[Hook: Diddy] |
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[Verse 2: Nas] |
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You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do |
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But keep gettin' money, funny I was just like you |
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I had to hustle hard, never give up, until I made it |
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Now y'all sayin' "that's a clever *************, nothin' to play with" |
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Hate on me, I blew but I'm the same O.G |
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People warn me, when you're on top, there's envy |
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Took my *************s out the hood, but you doubt on us |
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Sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us |
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My bad, should I step out my shoes, give 'em to you? |
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Here's my cars and my house, you can live in that too |
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Criticize when I flow for the streets, hate my dress code |
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Gucci this, Fendi that, what you expect, ho? |
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Nickname Esco, took this game to its threshold |
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Best flow, I bet the whole U.S. know |
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Try to make it like you the realest, but who the illest? |
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Think we all know the answer to that, cause *************s feel this right |
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[Diddy] |
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You think I'mma come this far, and let you *************s stop me now? |
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I hate you too! |
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[Hook] |
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[Diddy] I like this, I like the way this feels |
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[Verse 3] |
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It's a thin line between paper and hate |
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Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights |
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Hell or the pearly gates; I was destined to come |
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Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs |
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Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows |
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Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one |
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Took a little time to claim my spot |
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Chairman of the board until this game stop, and I side with the Lord |
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Ride for the cause while drivin' *************s shot at my doors |
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Plottin' I'm sure, to catch me with they Glocks to my jaws |
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Tried stickin' me up but I flipped on these ducks |
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Instead of me, ambulances were picking them up |
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*************s fear what they don't understand, hate what they can't conquer |
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Guess it's just the theory of man |
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Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin' |
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I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin' |
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C'mon |
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[Diddy] |
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You ain't never seen a ************* like me, ever in your life |
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And that's what you can't understand! |
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[Hook] |
