* song, not an intro or skit
nas
Yo check this shit out, this is Out here chillin' my nam, dj clue Ya know what I'm sayin'?, the of the bosses King of the No doubt, finest yaknawhamean The boss of the and ya listening to dj clue one
Uhhh, uh huh Uh huh, Y'all ain't ready for the firm Canivin' niggas, that's Get the da da Uhh, uh huh Brooklyn
Verse one: brown
All ya hoes wanna stop my Stare down when I rock my whips Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop my dick Stick me for the ice on my Keeps the fifths, make you so sick Y'all hoes me honestly, no choice but to chick 'ficially firm, no extra No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, nas's fam fam, az, 'mega Na na, nas esco y'all hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll Ya still a young bitch, and I'm shamin' Mad cause they know no plain to ya'll And y'all hoes is like me, the same to ya'll Ya really ain't got no to play games wit' ya'll And if I feel like on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll I'm soundin' of harsh, please ignore me Not to stop the flow - but y'all mix tapes shorty (uh) Nerve of y'all hoes to gel me And uh, ya broke bitch the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?
(nas)
Where ya ya where ya where ya where ya where ya ya... Where ya at
Verse nas
The of the bosses Rhymes in my mind it's pearls and oysters Jewels, you dell, we bail in porsches Of course it's, the This is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn lil' nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off I to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke cheeber I shoot 'em in my two Yo he's the worst clown, the jamie foxx his first album Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to paid I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh Guzzlin' dom, on my 'dro, my drugs yo arm, rollin' platnuim, like my recrods My wallet be mad brollick, queensbridge projects To hollies, stay real like calm Hoes lovin' the dick, I smother my To remind me of the days I was nuttin' this I used to a nut on my fists, imagining It was lip, suckin' my dick Now I'm my chicks, yours too Layin' back, gettin' the In the with the 4 too, zero Y'all better respect black deniro, ya crew grab for mereo Of ya face with a halo, on ya On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, like Remember him? yeah, fucked with esco The emporer, I might have passed ya crist Yo a pass you piss, made a raw move Now that nigga's ass is his', we the baby boys Y'all pacifists Kick the facts about real life and situations Mack with ice rings, breath tkin' See me floss with whores, double ways and The crew pa pa, commishoner and boo za za thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casa Lit cigars on the way to see the Up in the balcony with the one bin-acular and white tuxes, black hustlers Fuck wit' us, business, let's discuss this...
nas
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