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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
way you go against me, you still gon' die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm for beef
You talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief

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

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

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

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

too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your
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 that sits in row three
to Ron Artest and Kobe
Yo, I went pro too, then I let them phillies slow me

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

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

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

Projects too hot, 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 they arms, pimp your moms like I'm Don Juan
From Queens to Kong, weed in the bong
We that, leave our minks on the coat rack

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

Porsche maneuvers the city like 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 my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with Bravehearted, we ride to the depart us
You fake imitate what I started, let's go

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

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