Yeah,
"Cause I flow the for the street" Who else it be" "Nas"
Yo Explode, my were drunken from quarts of beers Was back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the Was a, long time ago, Boy Ice Geronimo po-lice jumping out Chryslers, paper Pops puffin his sess, 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, in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd seen had meant Learned early, to fear none Nas was hunting Living carefree laughing, got on the daily acting 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, 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, the birth 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, Comicview Got babies by different ladies high 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, never cared They was paid to show up and leave, no one succeeds So he moves with his peers, different blocks, years Sitting on, different benches like it's musical All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at With young dudes it's them he want to be It's sad but fun to him right? He never grew up 31 and can't give his youth, he's in his 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 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 dropping hanging late Drinking smoking hates her daddy, craves shopping E popping Ecstasy taking, won't finish her Best friend she keeps changing, with limitations Lusting men, hotels, Fendi Chanel With nothing in her account fronting she do well Her kid suffers he don't get love he deserve He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even No job stay working, mad purty Shorty they her the brain surgeon Time flying she the same person, never 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, guess she's in her 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 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"