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nas
Yo check this shit out, is escobar Out here chillin' with my nam, dj Ya know I'm sayin'?, the boss of the bosses King of the No doubt, finest yaknawhamean The boss of the bosses and ya listening to dj one
Uhhh, uh huh Uh huh, Y'all cats ready for the firm Canivin' niggas, that's Get the da da Uhh, uh huh Brooklyn
Verse foxy brown
All ya hoes stop my chips Stare bitches down when I rock my Knowin' that you me on the low, pop block my dick Stick me for the ice on my Keeps the fifths, make you so sick Y'all hoes give me honestly, no but to chick firm, no extra shit No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, nas's fam fam, az, 'mega Na na, nas esco While y'all is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll Ya still a bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll Mad cause they no click plain to ya'll And y'all hoes is fuck me, the same to ya'll Ya really got no time to play games wit' ya'll And if I feel shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll I'm kind of harsh, please ignore me Not to stop the rhyme flow - but y'all mix tapes (uh) Nerve of y'all tryin' to gel me And uh, ya bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?
(nas)
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two: nas
The boss of the Rhymes in my mind like it's and oysters Jewels, you dell, cause we in porsches Of it's, the firm court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn Y'all lil' nas's, middle guys's, off I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to cheeber I 'em in my two seater Yo he's the worst clown, the jamie foxx his first album Verse rounds, if ya it what it takes to stay paid I'm in the tre tre, double low, uh Guzzlin' dom, on my 'dro, my drugs yo Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, like my My be mad brollick, from queensbridge projects To hollies, stay real like stockings Hoes lovin' the dick, I my wrists To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like I used to a nut on my fists, imagining It was some lip, my dick Now I'm my chicks, yours too Layin' back, gettin' the In the back the 4 too, zero Y'all better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for Of ya with a halo, on ya building On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, like Remember him? yeah, niggas fucked with The emporer, thought I might have passed ya Yo a nigga you piss, made a raw move Now nigga's ass is his', we the firm baby boys Y'all pacifists Kick the facts about real and death situations Mack with real ice rings, tkin' See me floss with whores, double and doors The crew pa pa, commishoner and boo za za Gatherin' thoughts up the 12 bedroom casa Lit on the way to see the opera Up in the balcony the one lensed bin-acular and white tuxes, black hustlers Fuck wit' us, firm business, let's this...
nas
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