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Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

You can be a ridah and ride, or a and hide
Either way you go against me, you gon' die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm for beef
You wanna talk, it about money, then let it be brief

I a drop for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when fake niggas fold
The shit I kick, fuck niggas mentally
Makes wanna mention me
And see me doing a century in the penitentiary

Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact
I run up on your workers with the mac, where that pack money
I'm a tell y'all Papi told me
I got you need, 19, 5 a key

I stay a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right of cream
Run up on them all with the problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in spot
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row
Next to Ron Artest and
Yo, I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies me

I'm like a black man's asthma, a pump
deeper when I'm creeping up
Y'all need to fuck with the tightest, I stick
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole in silence

My virus is obvious, past on to rap fiends
Un cured, ain't no
Last seen at the teller machine, maxing out
Or in the booth, blacking out

It's Con Ed style, twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' I'm rich kid
Either or you can't stop me with my in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play part nigga

too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we run up in your spot

bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Tell niggas somethin', God

What, yo?
I disturb niggas and white with five pointed stars
Tattoed on they arms, pimp your like I'm Magic Don Juan
From to Hong Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the rack

Those that plot on me, times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds search the God, but they find on me
When I rap don't to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring to you

Porsche maneuvers through the city New York sewers
up the air, Central Park, horse manure
Rims is 22 inches, suspensions
22 inch when I'm pimpin'

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin'
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we sound alike
50 Cent with Bravehearted, we ride to the grave us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, go

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Projects too hot, better hope we never hit rock
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'