Yeah,
"Cause when I the for the street" Who else it be" "Nas"
Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken quarts of beers Was years back, before would explore a career in rap As a dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes to the tube Was a, long ago, John Boy Ice Geronimo jumping out Chryslers, easywider paper Pops his sess, punching his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychoes, Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursing front of Ms. Big Percy, Paul, the Sledge Sisters My was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd seen had meant Learned early, to fear none little Nas was Living laughing, got jokes on the daily Y'all like some old folks y'all don't hear me Yo I'm in my second
"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 when I 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, dude is 31, living in his moms Ex-convict, was paroled there after his bid Cornrows in his hair, still slinging, got a They break his moms furniture, watching Got by different ladies high smoking L's In the same spot he stood since, well When his stash slow, he be Say he by his moms, hit her on her Junior school dropout, teachers never cared They was paid to show up and leave, no one succeeds So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different Sitting on, different benches like it's chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the at night With young it's them he want to be like It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never up 31 and can't give his youth, in his 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 could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, through the of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make right" "Get yours, nigga"
girl she's always talking name dropping hanging late Drinking smoking hates her daddy, craves shopping E popping taking, won't finish her education Best friend she keeps changing, stuck with Lusting men, many hotels, Chanel With nothing in her bank 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 never working, mad purty Shorty call her the brain surgeon flying she the same person, never matures All her friends married well She's in the streets yakkety yakkin she was 12 Honey is twenty-seven, argues Selfish in her own right, polite, guess in her second 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, the birth of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make right" "Get yours, nigga"
"Who could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas"