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Aey yo, is Nas with my man DJ Clue
The part two
Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit that
Straight outta Q.B. all the way around the world
Frank Sinatra on yo' ass
Q.B. nigga

(Put it on)
Was classified as the bastard who
Rumors say, I came alive with an axe
And attacked niggas actin' like Nas, my passion is to
Come through my hood you get jacked for ride
Catch you from the side
My words turn the sea red, like the eyes of a head
Ya'll my led then hide like Easter eggs
I ride 'till the beef is dead, dropped
Your soul go further up Astronauts

I talk it and live it, ya'll weak dudes should offer
'Cause frontin' you, I'll gets yourself torchered by killers
In Newyork I'm the predicted by fortune tellers
Sick the talkin' methods, AK's, Berettas
My whole is Steelers like Jerome Bettis
Rammin' niggas like St. Louis, we getters
And ya'll niggas is losers, nothin' fuckin' us
Nothin' but Bravehearts hustle wit' us
Uh

DJ
This is
Nas
Live the Bridge

ya'll niggas fall and start makin' 800 collect
Call commercials like Hall
I'm on times square on New with Dick Clark droppin' the ball
With Kool and the Gang, doin' my
Princess cut chains, I bend like bike frames
My tight game will make leave Bill quick as lightnin'
I'll have her wearin' tight jeans, givin' nice brains in a white
Pullin' up to club life, her to a thug life

Damn, I'm sayin', you rollin' with
We flowin' to St. jewelry box full of stones
So I can change
Matchin' masterpieces on sandy beaches
Even the paparazzi tries to us
with dark shades and fake beards
A lucky noticed Tyra Banks here
But I showed the bogus passports
I told 'em back off I flip like Castor Troy

DJ Clue, Nas
Live the Bridge

C'mon,

from the Bridge, cliques stay high from the iz'
Wear the most shit, niggas knockin' my shit
Denali's, fat designed rims, 2000 S
Watchin' ESPN two dime lesbians
I hit it of course, I did it to
The last Don, doin' like Pepe and Cross
Esco the boss, cash long, niggas think I'm
'Cause I'm in a castle with a bitch waxin' her

I my teeth marks in hoes, scoop 'em like a spatula
Pass 'em to my peoples and party like a
'Til I meet a bitch, give her banks to hit
In return all she wants to do is drink the
Fuck street clothes, we thug it out in
Stomp niggas with hard in casinos
A hundred Bravehearts up, nigga reload
We keep low, hundred bank ceelo