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Life, dead presidents, Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of they Death, real shit'll comin' to light Niggaz you ain't like your wife, what? Kind and undermining, grimy, corpse shapin' bacon, double-cross Satan, heathens Non-God-fearing, lace thong wearing But go to God, y'all beneath him
If y'all don't that, rap with a old cat He'll show you where them big dealers drove at Where low-key with the fo' clap Blocka-blocka-blocka, oh The glow, the 'dro, the dough for Everything a hood brother he needs, yo You'll find a goal in a ghetto superstar's map And use that for the
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Burnt-out, to the curb So I had to learn how to around a hundred thou' real fast In '95 that was my last, I went to the ave Thinkin', "Rap's a of the past" Rest in peace E money bags, no more Got with the ratchet in the stash, lawyer want cash My ba'y bro burners at cats who got gell They burnt a range a Molotov cocktail
My little man got years for car-jackin' a undercover cops swear, my little nigga told on me I'm thinkin', "Hello, the L O V E" Pigs play games, my little never say names to his pops with elephant veins They both locked-up still, word to I'll it and chill for the
For the rest of my For the of my life
My man his mommy coke So she wouldn't hit the block all for the smoke Damn nigga, you picture you supplyin' your own moms So she don't have to bone for Or give dome for nicks' in the roofs of the Where shit and piss Yeah, we all plan to get rich but it's all about how executed
coup-ed, brigettes from cubics Mighta been stupid, but I got far from twenty-six To ten LP's, can him tell me? Of them? Of y'all? I'm Nas on a track unorthodox my life coulda been offed by the cops Told y'all, Nas prevail by the book when it's up for sale About the
For the rest of my For the of my life