(featuring II Men)
talking] Man, we love you man, you me? This is from the General man, Nas man love you man, this is to all of ya niggaz Who been using my name from day one to make yourselves Whether you shouting me out on your Whether you try to come at me on your records, or whether you you know...? You know... you know how you dick riding man? goes out to ya Cause we you man, I've done made a lot of niggaz famous man But I'm gon' make you...I you make the papers, this one's for you Hey yo, up It been a lot of times when a nigga ain't fuck with this rap shit no more Fuck this shit, but you know...? Through the year I to see shit, you knowamsayin? see niggaz driving around with fancy cars, diamonds all that shit Niggaz nigga chilling Got to go through a whole bunch of big shit, all that But you know what? Fuck shit, you know how I feel? Yo
[Nas with I'm never gonna it up, fuck that I made a mil', but that ain't good and a beach so I can really live it up See, that's the life baby, you got to understand its life I'm never give it up, fuck that I made a mil', but that ain't enough Ocean and a beach so I can really it up See, that's the baby, you got to understand its life baby
1] Uhh... I got the mention and the nice chain, and an ice watch All this in my life's hard I entertain, so many places, see so many different faces They look the from the stages After the concert, of long work Home form the role, smoking my lungs hurt Even thought now I'm recording better than, when I was pedaling doing wrong I the crew along, we thuggin Fucking married bitches; they go to their Bitches ain't shit, we laughing them Can't even role the streets now, the heat I bust the nigga off impost, that shit is On trial, what I'm tell the judge He don't give me no smile, he don't give me no love, nor???? the That's when I need celeb and the blackness This hate rappers, what a life
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2] My girl hate I'm with my boys, think I'm cheating Every morning knocking at my door policeman Give him a reason, but I don't it to him They said they a disturbance, and I just listen to him See, I cooperate until push me Cops hate you know the law, you ain't pussy - you not fake Can't how much I miss the block When we was with my niggaz, screaming "Fuck the cops!" Now when I'm dreaming I can see my friends smile Wake up, I get some air, hit the mall for a - pick up some gear I'm going to the my engineer put the track up from "out west" And he told me it clear...Uhh hit is just made, another album So again we getting paid, and now we wilding Get hype to the video, all in the city yo I'm hoping that a nigga blow, but ya don't me thought
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Uhh...the say I ain't shit Hope I fall, but I slip Got to ball, got to chips Old ladies hate my cause their kids ate them out to nothing Catch my moms on the fronting I got to awake, got to pray today I'm still alive, fuck what them haters say So times I ain't wanna rhyme Wanted a normal life, I ain't Nas all the time Uhh...so many too, do what I got to do As long as my moms say, "Boy, I'm of you!" I keep laying hits, one is never Plus if I stop, how will I legit?