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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 and ride, or a coward and hide
Either way you go me, you still gon' die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm ready for
You wanna talk, it ain't about money, let it be brief

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

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

I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in mean
And I'll any nigga for the right amount of cream
Run up on them all with the same solver
Beat up ass, on the handle, trey eight revolver

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

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

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
I'm like Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row
to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo, I woulda went pro too, then I let phillies slow me

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

My virus is obvious, past on to rap fiends
Un cured, no vaccine
Last at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the booth, blacking out

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

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

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

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

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

Porsche maneuvers through the city like New sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Park, horse manure
is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be like
You my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 with Bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You niggas imitate what I started, let's 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, niggas better we never hit rock
'Cause then we run up in your spot
get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'