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Way The Firm, like back in the day Nas was the first New nigga rappin' with Dre So of course I got a track to bring it to your face The one kid that would've Aftermath that got away But we get together like every several years To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for ears Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, fuckers Low-key, know G's, but it's still luggage I love Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes in a tub of KY to get my day by I like to celebrate, why? - cause I can Collages and of my lies with no regret to hate So every breath I take, is all the rules It's hard for you to breathe like you at high So crack the Patron, it's on heathens, The back Hard body, Mr. never leaving
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1995, eleven from the day I'm in the record shop with choices to "Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the homie Wanna cop both but got a twenty on me So it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and bumped For my it was too complex when Nas rhymed I was the Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind" Inside the dope bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm Dre was king then so I my turn forward, now I'm makin 'em burn Ended my peers careers, at Nas, a hard lesson was learned" So I my differences like he did with Jigga I stopped beefin' niggas, cause I'm "Ether" to niggas Comb the 'til there's no one left "If I Ruled the World" I summons all you rap niggas to death
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Yo, the sportin' Come off the dice game with a fortune walking, you a walking The I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it You're sideways talking, so I lay I wait patient, to duct hatin' Fuck ass niggas, get bucked ass ashes - of Cuban cigars, you fooling with Nas That's my name and I came with Rugers time And if I'm sane "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb Word to my mom's tattooed to my arm You can't revolve me, embalm me, me or harm me Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm See malarky you yappin' I open up the to put the gatling on, and I start clapping Nasty man, from bagging and running from cops To a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fucking Doc
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