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Straight up shit is and any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They break North Before we get the pounders, and take their face off The streets is filled undercovers, homicide chasing brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, us and knock us And killer coppers, come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, a L and hold a Glock for The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners Thinking it can't til I, trap em and clap em And leave em done, even run about Gods I don't believe in none of that shit, facts are backwards Nas is a of the street corner a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure
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Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not legal type of fella drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller Who's always on the corner, up blessed When I dress, it's never less than Guess be walking with a bop and my hat turned back Love committing sins and my friends crack This raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the shit day one Cause ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, The of nigga who be pissing in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Fly new chicks and new kicks, and Beck's
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No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is it's about the BDP conflict with MC Shan Around the time when Shante the Real Roxxane I used to wake up every morning, see my on the block Every day's a different plan had us running from cops If it wasn't hanging out in front of cocaine We was at the candy factory, breaking the Nowadays, I need the green in a just like the next man Fuck a God, let me see a hundred grand Could use a gun Son, but fuck the wanted man But if I hit rock then I'ma be the Son of Sam Then call the to get live too With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, up the blow Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll stop it It's your on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs 'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One
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