Yeah,
"Cause I flow the for the street" Who could it be" "Nas"
Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from of beers Was years back, before Nasir would a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes to the tube Was a, long time ago, Boy Ice po-lice jumping out Chryslers, easywider paper Pops his sess, punching his chest like a gorilla was psychoes, killers Saw Divine, and Chungo, Lil' Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursing of Ms. Vercey Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge My was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd had meant something 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 else 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"
Yo, dude is 31, living in his crib Ex-convict, was paroled there his long bid Cornrows in his hair, slinging, got a crew They his moms furniture, watching Comicview Got babies by ladies high smoking L's In the spot he stood since, eighty-five well When his slow, he be crazy Say he by his moms, hit her on her Junior high school dropout, teachers cared They was paid just to up and leave, no one succeeds So he moves with his peers, blocks, different years Sitting on, different benches like it's chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at With young dudes them he want to be like It's sad but it's fun to him right? He grew up 31 and give his youth, he's in his second childhood
"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"
"Cause I flow the for the street" "Who else it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, through the of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make right" "Get yours, nigga"
Baby girl she's always talking dropping hanging late smoking hates her baby daddy, craves shopping E popping Ecstasy taking, finish her education Best friend she keeps changing, stuck with men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel With nothing in her bank account fronting she do Her kid suffers he don't get that love he He the Sun, she the Earth, mom, even worse No job never stay working, mad Shorty call her the brain surgeon flying she the same person, never matures All her friends married doing in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12 Honey is twenty-seven, fights Selfish in her own right, polite, she's in her second childhood
"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"
"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"
"Who else it be" "N-A-S" "Nas"