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Oh you didn't, wanna know whose life Was Written
The life I'm livin
The ice the women
The kites that sendin to lifeless biddin
The streets to prison
I touch you then buck you
Heats be spittin
La-ser, AR fifteen doors come down
Jaws is broke, your whole crew is coffin bound
Your ? , your man, lieutenant, your boss get found..
LOL..
At one point NAS was borderline terrorizing the ROC..
Bodied them for dolo -
Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony
Bullets even hit a ? in his Abercrombie
Psychoanalyst was asking me what happened to me?
See the yac' got to me, then the gat got to me...
Ghetto Rich Rmx
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Foxy got you hot, cause you kept your face in her ?
What you think, you getting girls now cause of your looks
Ne-gro please, you no mustache having
With whiskers like a rat, compared to Beans you wack
who else heard this^^? & was like
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Bruh .. SMHSome girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist
Get pulsive with malice insentitives, the foulest of ?
Hung up my riches, her childest wishes
Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes
Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough
Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo'
So when your click roll, I let my clips go, ? on opposite polls
I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole
Inhuman, living hostile opposed
To living on the streets, proper from my top to my toes
Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon ? in suburbans with liquor
Preposterous foes, frantically foul ?
See ? in blast, there goes a loud difference
Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens
You can't be a kingpin when you snitching
Regardless, we still make you a target
We shoot you and chill, chrome objects
Hit you in your projects, its street anomics
This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics
Miserable cats, hunger painting
Get off your ass, stop complaining
My crew be in Montego Bay margariting
While you home, waiting your arraignment
This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment
Now back in the hood, certain cats they wanna ? me
They ice grill me, but on the low, ? feel me.. .
You gotta love it, you gotta love it -
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squinted-eye gangsta, live in a skyscraper
platinum patron-drinker, stacking that grown paper
? pushed me out his nuts
the devil swallowed me up, I burnt a hole in his guts
War (DJ Clue Version) -
check it, bust it
tune it up it's the corrupt novelist, Nas involved in this
liveness radio waves slaves thrive inside of this
wake up show flow, hip-hop's alarm clock, the bomb spot
mellow with ? , that makes my eyes turn yellow
Wake up Show Anthem -
Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone ?
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus... -
Blood and white chalk make pink, so whats that make you?
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Street's disciple, my raps are trifle
I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle
Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split
Play Mr Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone ?
Verbal assassin, my architect pleases
When I was twelve, I went to hell for snuffing Jesus
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by the Main Source
Swimming in women like a lifeguard
Put on a bulletproof ? I strike hard
Kidnap the President's wife without a plan
And hanging ? like the Ku Klux ?
I melt mics till the sound wave's over
Before stepping to me you'd rather step to Jehovah
Slamming MC's on cement
Cause verbally, I'm iller than a AIDS patient
I move swift and uplift your mind
Shoot the gift when I riff in rhyme
Rapping sniper, speaking real words
My thoughts react, like Steven Spielberg's
Poetry attacks, paragraphs punch hard
My brain is insane, I'm out to lunch, ?
Science is dropped, my raps are toxic
Nas (at age 17), from "Main Source – Live at the Barbeque"
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metal face terrorist wrote: »What if I told you that AZ didnt exist
And I put him there, played it like a ventriloquist
Cause ? spit fake ? and y'all respect it
I spit that real ? and y'all won't buy the record
What if me and the rapper homie was really cool
And we used that whole thing as a media tool
would you say I was a sucka or say I was savvy
If I told you ? 's that me and K wasnt married
What if Jungle wrote my ? , and I'm really illiterate
And the whole Nas catalogue was just an experiment
What if all this is true though. its not but what if......matrix level ? right there
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It ain't the Truman show
It's the human show
As the FBI agent, at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser
With intents to erase ya -
It ain't the Truman show
It's the human show
As the FBI agent, at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser
With intents to erase ya
where is this from
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Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink
Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy
- for years I use to repeat the first two lines when I'd take about Halle Berry. Nothing deep or complex about the line.. just I dunno -
Talk*
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Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
Your flesh turn to maggots, ? , you past it
Cremate your flesh to ashes
You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket
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"Straight out the ? ' Dungeons of rap, where fake ? don't make it back"
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Just for the record, that song "Streets Of New York" by Nas, Alicia Keys and Rakim came out on mixtapes before it was officially released. I remember copping a bunch of mixtapes in 2003 when Sadamm Hussein was still alive and his two sons were dead (It was around the same time the S. Carter mixtape came out because I remember copping them on the same day). That song floated around on mixtapes for a while. In fact, I never new that it ever got released, but it was definately, unquestionably before they caught and killed Sadamm Hussein.
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Was classified as the bastard who died
Rumors say I came back alive with an axe
And attacked ? actin' like Nas
My passion is to capitalize
Come through my hood you get jacked for your ride
Catch you from the passengers side
My words turn the sea red
Like the eyes of a weed head
Ya'll peep my led then hide like Easter eggs
I ride 'till the beef is dead, caskets dropped
Your soul go further up than astronauts
I talk it and live it -
It ain't the Truman show
It's the human show
As the FBI agent, at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser
With intents to erase ya
Since we doing bonus throwaways
"I never sleep never tire, keep a freak I tie up.
She never speak she quiet, so I can think, conspire."
Goat of multi's
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"? left me cause they thought i was finished,
Should have knew she wasnt true, she came to me when her man caught a sentence." -
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I’m deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I’m grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style ? roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker’s Isle
Holdin weed inside they ? with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug’s wife
It’s like a cycle, ? come home, some’ll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same ? again
From the ? to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that’s the ritual -
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born
Same time my man is murdered -
I have no time to give you guidance
Barely have any ? time either
Hefner minded like I think you're fine, but
I seen the finest women that ever came out a ?
Mind reader, can tell she vegan or not when I meet her
Or if she insecure, most are
If she's mixed, a possible ? alert goes off
Not a judge cause a judge dont wear no draws, yet he allows
Everything to go to your spouse when you end your vows
My tax bracket, not enough blacks have it
Who should I date --
Project chick or Cuban actress?
A White chick, they might flip talking that Blackness
Should only attract Black ? , I'm an ass magnet
If you mad at that
You'll be mad forever
Never played you
I prayed we would stay together
Wished it'd last forever, know what I mean
Heard you tear a rose from the roots, the rose screams
