Yeah,
"Cause I flow the for the street" Who else it be" "Nas"
Yo Explode, my thoughts drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, before Nasir explore a career in rap As a music dude, I mastered this Cube Godzilla, fought Gargantua, glued to the tube Was a, long time ago, Boy Ice Geronimo po-lice out Chryslers, easywider paper Pops puffin his sess, punching his chest a gorilla was psychoes, killers Saw Divine, and Chungo, Lil' Turkey R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursing front of Ms. 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 little Nas was Living laughing, got jokes on the daily Y'all acting like some old folks y'all hear me Yo I'm in my childhood
"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"
"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"
Yo, is 31, living in his moms crib Ex-convict, was paroled after his long bid Cornrows in his hair, slinging, got a crew break his moms furniture, watching Comicview Got babies by different ladies high L's In the same spot he stood since, well his stash slow, he be crazy Say he by his moms, hit her on her high school dropout, teachers never cared They was paid just to show up and leave, no one So he with his peers, different blocks, different years Sitting on, different like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the at night With dudes it's them he want to be like It's sad but it's fun to him He never grew up 31 and give his youth, he's in his second 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 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"
Baby girl she's always talking name dropping late Drinking smoking hates her baby daddy, shopping E popping Ecstasy taking, won't her education Best friend she keeps changing, stuck with Lusting men, many hotels, Fendi nothing in her bank account fronting she do well Her kid suffers he don't get that love he He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, worse No job never working, mad purty Shorty they her the brain surgeon Time flying she the same person, matures All her married doing well She's in the yakkety yakkin 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 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"