Yeah,
"Cause I flow the for the street" Who could it be" "Nas"
Yo Explode, my were drunken from quarts of beers Was years back, Nasir would 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 jumping out Chryslers, paper Pops puffin his sess, punching his like 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 Sisters My was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean I knew, all that I'd had meant something early, to fear none little Nas was hunting Living carefree laughing, got on the daily Y'all acting like some old folks don't hear me Yo I'm in my 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 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 paroled there after his bid Cornrows in his hair, still slinging, got a break his moms furniture, watching Comicview Got babies by different ladies smoking 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 Junior high school dropout, never cared They was paid just to up and leave, no one succeeds So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different Sitting on, different like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at With dudes it's them he want to be like It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never up 31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second
"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 hanging late smoking hates her baby daddy, craves shopping E popping Ecstasy taking, won't her education Best friend she keeps changing, with limitations Lusting men, many hotels, Fendi nothing in her bank account fronting she do well Her kid suffers he don't get that he deserve He the Sun, she the Earth, mom, even worse No job never stay working, mad Shorty they her the brain surgeon Time flying she the person, never matures All her married doing well She's in the streets yakkety yakkin she was 12 is twenty-seven, argues fights Selfish in her own right, polite, she's in her second childhood
"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, the birth of my seed" "Queensbridge" "Make right" "Get yours, nigga"
"Who could it be" "N-A-S" "Nas"