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[NAS] (Intro) |
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Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin projects |
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Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here |
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Niggaz just don't understand the story |
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Chorus: [Pop] |
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Niggaz die for the street glory |
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Go to trial get tried for each story |
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And each nigga got a story |
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And QB the streets call me |
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So if you see me slippin' reach for me |
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I'm goin' after street glory |
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Go to trial get tried for each story |
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And each nigga got a story |
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And QB the streets call me |
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So if you see me slippin' reach for me |
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I'm goin' after street glory |
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[NAS] |
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Yo, |
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Every time I turn around niggaz shot, niggaz stabbed |
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When tonight's pregnant girls strugling to get a cab |
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Fiends lurkin', D's searchin' pat pockets |
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Kids put to bed duck they heads from gas poppin' |
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Queensbridge slingin' hoppin' our benches |
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Don status, throw feeds, got sirenges |
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Poppin' out they arm scratched |
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Now remember parked (???) |
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Cuz' else perfect ways, shell adidas |
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Smellin' reefer way before purple haze |
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Private stock peer nigga with ill walks like Mark Clare |
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Has tilted wild niggaz lickin' shots in the air |
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Me and Pop was there through the years our names have switched |
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Ain't nothin' changed but the names Nastradamus and Blitz |
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What project is this? QB burnin' in tint |
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12th street murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat |
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What could you tell me? Niggas seen it all in this game |
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When it's all said and done just remember our name |
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[Pop] |
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I'm familiar with the dead grass drama black gates and crime |
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Embryo of the ghetto born face and time |
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Niggas shatter they dreams while I'm chasing mine |
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Ghetto fame got a fellow's name draped and shined |
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How do I describe an atmosphere where streets are polluted? |
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Where corruptors and new police being recruited |
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Somehow I make it through the day stayin' secluded |
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While the blues aim leavin' another slain, executed |
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Many thought's cause I see the past grimmly |
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That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street |
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Through all the pap grease and street chases |
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Sudden raids and confrontations leadin the misdeamenor weed cases |
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I blew smoke through hallway window |
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Watched the buddah clouds lingo |
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Pluckin the blunt brokes from my fingers |
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My eyes flip different shades |
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Similar to people you meet everyday who be displayin' wicked ways |
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Seein' nothing but another day |
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In this six story rat trap |
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Them gats clap another nigga's blazed |
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Events in my hood rotate |
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Like the battle on the 38 snob in the world of fake love |
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Before I blaze son, I'm kissing the slugs |
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Coming at you kisses and hugs |
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When death calls who's really a thug |
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The street glory got me deeply in love |
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Can't shake it, can't take it, can't make it |
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Got me needin' this drug |
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(Chorus) |