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Straight up shit is real and any day could be last in the jungle Get on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble The is the hot spot, full of mad criminals Who don't care, beers, we all stare At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better North Before we get the four pounders, and their face off The streets is filled 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 little vodka, spark a L and hold a for The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners Thinking it can't happen til I, 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, police got me pressure
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Yo, they me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller Who's always on the corner, rolling up When I dress, it's nothing less than Guess Cold be walking with a bop and my hat back Love committing sins and my friends crack This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my The school drop-out, never the shit from day one Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and stunts So I guzzle my Hennesey pulling on mad blunts The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, The of nigga who be pissing in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the game Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's black frames Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and
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No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what 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 running from If it hanging out in front of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, breaking the Nowadays, I need the green in a flash like the next man Fuck a God, let me see a hundred grand Could use a gun Son, but being the wanted man But if I hit rock bottom then be the Son of Sam Then the crew to get live too With Swoop, Hakim, my Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow chop it, Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the never stop it It's brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs 'Nough to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love
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