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