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Life, dead presidents, kings from they thrones 'cause of they negligence Death, real start comin' to light Niggaz you ain't like dickin' wife, what? Kind and undermining, grimy, stiff corpse Pork bacon, Satan, heathens Non-God-fearing, lace wearing demons But glory go to God, beneath him
If y'all don't that, rap with a old cat He'll show you streets where big dealers drove at Where killers with the fo' clap Blocka-blocka-blocka, oh The glow, the 'dro, the for shows Everything a hood think he needs, yo You'll find a goal in a ghetto road map And use that for the
For the rest of my For the of my life
Burnt-out, kicked to the So I had to learn how to turn 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 caught the ratchet in the stash, lawyer want cash My ba'y bro blast at cats who got gell They burnt a range a Molotov cocktail
My little man got fourteen years for a undercover Them cops swear, my little told on me I'm thinkin', "Hello, the L O V E" Pigs games, my little man'll never say names Word to his with elephant veins both locked-up still, word to will I'll make it and for the
For the rest of my For the of my life
My man gave his mommy So she wouldn't hit the block all for the smoke Damn nigga, could you picture you supplyin' your own So she don't have to for dimes? Or give dome for in the roofs of the projects Where dogs shit and Yeah, we all plan to get rich but it's all about how executed
Lexus coup-ed, brigettes cubics been stupid, but I got far from twenty-six bars To ten LP's, what can him tell me? Of Of y'all? I'm Nas on a track that's Like my life coulda been by the cops Told y'all, Nas will by the book when it's up for sale the rest
For the of my life For the rest of my