Yeah,
"Cause when I the for the street" Who else it be" "Nas"
Yo Explode, my thoughts were drunken from of beers Was years back, before Nasir explore a career in rap As a music dude, I 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 puffin his sess, punching his chest like a was psychoes, killers Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' R.I.P. Tyrone, no cursing front 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 seen had something Learned early, to fear none Nas was hunting Living carefree laughing, got on the daily Y'all acting like some old y'all don't hear me Yo I'm in my 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 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"
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 different ladies smoking L's In the same 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 never They was just to show up and leave, no one succeeds So he with his peers, different blocks, different years Sitting on, different benches like it's chairs All his peoples on in life, he's on the corners at night With dudes it's them he want to be like It's sad but fun to him right? He never 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 else it be" "N-A-S" "Nas" "Resurrect, the birth of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make right" "Get yours, nigga"
Baby she's always talking name dropping hanging late Drinking smoking hates her daddy, craves shopping E popping taking, won't finish her education friend she keeps changing, stuck with limitations Lusting men, hotels, Fendi Chanel With nothing in her bank fronting she do well 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 they call her the brain surgeon Time flying she the same person, never All her friends married well She's in the streets yakkety like she was 12 is twenty-seven, argues fights Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second
"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 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"
"Who else it be" "N-A-S" "Nas"