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Life, dead presidents, Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of they Death, real shit'll start comin' to Niggaz you ain't like your wife, what? Kind and undermining, grimy, corpse shapin' bacon, double-cross Satan, heathens Non-God-fearing, thong wearing demons But glory go to God, y'all 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 killers with the fo' Blocka-blocka-blocka, oh The glow, the 'dro, the dough for Everything a hood think he needs, yo You'll a goal in a ghetto superstar's road map And use that for the
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Burnt-out, to the curb So I had to learn how to turn around a hundred thou' real In '95 was my last, I went back to the ave Thinkin', "Rap's a of the past" Rest in peace E bags, no more cabs Got caught with the ratchet in the stash, lawyer want My bro blast burners at cats who got gell burnt a range with a Molotov cocktail
My man got fourteen years for car-jackin' a undercover Them cops swear, my little told on me I'm thinkin', "Hello, the L O V E" Pigs play games, my man'll never say names Word to his pops elephant veins They both still, word to will make it and chill for the
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My man his mommy coke So she wouldn't hit the block all crazy for the Damn nigga, you picture you supplyin' your own moms So she don't have to bone for 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 how it's executed
Lexus coup-ed, from cubics Mighta stupid, but I got far from twenty-six bars To ten LP's, can him tell me? Of them? Of y'all? I'm Nas on a track that's Like my life coulda offed by the cops Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book it's up for sale About the
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