Yeah,
"Cause when I the for the street" Who could it be" "Nas"
Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir would explore a in rap As a music dude, I this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes to the tube Was a, time ago, John Boy Ice Geronimo po-lice out Chryslers, easywider paper puffin his sess, punching his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychoes, Saw Divine, and Chungo, Lil' Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no front of Ms. Vercey Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge My building was 40-16, once in the blue, was clean I knew, all I'd seen had meant something Learned early, to fear none Nas was hunting Living carefree laughing, got jokes on the Y'all acting like some old folks don't hear me Yo I'm in my childhood
"Cause I flow the for the street" "Who could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, the birth of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make right" "Get yours, nigga"
"Cause I flow the for the street" "Who could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, through the of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make right" "Get yours, nigga"
Yo, is 31, living in his moms crib Ex-convict, was there after his long bid Cornrows in his hair, slinging, got a crew They break his moms furniture, watching Got babies by ladies high smoking L's In the same spot he since, eighty-five well When his stash slow, he be Say he by his moms, hit her on her Junior high school dropout, never cared They was paid just to show up and leave, no one So he with his peers, different blocks, different years Sitting on, different benches it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, on the corners at night With young it's them he want to be like It's sad but it's fun to him right? He grew up 31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second
"Cause when I the for the street" "Who else it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, the birth of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make right" "Get yours, nigga"
"Cause I flow the for the street" "Who could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, the birth of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make right" "Get yours, nigga"
Baby girl she's always name dropping hanging late Drinking smoking her baby daddy, craves shopping E Ecstasy taking, won't finish her education friend she keeps changing, stuck with limitations Lusting men, hotels, Fendi Chanel nothing in her bank account fronting she do well Her kid suffers he don't get that he deserve He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, worse No job stay working, mad purty they call her the brain surgeon Time flying she the same person, matures All her married doing well She's in the streets yakkety yakkin she was 12 Honey is twenty-seven, fights in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
"Cause when I the for the street" "Who could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, the birth of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make right" "Get yours, nigga"
"Cause when I the for the street" "Who else it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, through the of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make right" "Get yours, nigga"
"Who could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas"