Yeah,
"Cause when I the for the street" Who else it be" "Nas"
Yo Explode, my were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before would explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes to the tube Was a, time ago, John Boy Ice Geronimo po-lice jumping out Chryslers, easywider puffin his sess, punching his chest like a gorilla Outside was psychoes, Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursing of Ms. Vercey Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge 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 like some old folks y'all don't hear me Yo I'm in my second
"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 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"
Yo, dude is 31, living in his crib Ex-convict, was there after his long bid Cornrows in his hair, still slinging, got a break his moms furniture, watching Comicview Got by different ladies high smoking L's In the same spot he since, eighty-five well his stash slow, he be crazy Say he by his moms, hit her on her Junior high dropout, teachers never cared They was paid to show up and leave, no one succeeds So he moves his peers, different blocks, different years Sitting on, different benches like it's chairs All his peoples moved on in life, on the corners at night 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, 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"
Baby girl she's always talking name dropping hanging Drinking smoking her baby daddy, craves shopping E popping Ecstasy taking, won't her education Best friend she keeps changing, with limitations Lusting men, many hotels, Chanel With in her bank account fronting she do well Her kid suffers he don't get love he deserve He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, worse No job never working, mad purty Shorty call her the brain surgeon Time flying she the person, never matures All her friends married well She's in the streets yakkety like 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 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 else 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"