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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 still die
I got four macs, a few nines, I'm for beef
You wanna talk, it about money, then let it be brief

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

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

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

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

too hot, niggas better hope we never 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 Shane Mosley, it ain't no beef
staring, a ticket holder that sits in row three
Next to Ron Artest and
Yo, I woulda pro too, then I let them phillies slow me

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

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

It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm kid
or you can't stop me with 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 then we run up in your spot

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

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

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

maneuvers through the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse
Rims is 22 inches, suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we sound alike
50 Cent with Bravehearted, we ride to the grave us
You fake niggas imitate 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 better we never hit rock
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'