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Yo im hot like 95 Fahrenheit
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"Dishonor the grain, I gotta split my wife's melon"
'Take it in Blood 2' (unreleased) -
Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world
Where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist
Deep throats, they try to swallow this
Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists
I preserve in my dome, ? mics is full of silicone
Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life
I put my word on it
Now you can sleep on or rock or swerve on it
Nas is ? ' on Mount Aire lodges
We like a smooth fam', but rougher than El DeBarge's
Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless
Grab a cartridge, ? my ? on some Mobb ?
We mobbin, puttin ? in mausoleums
From Queens cross the Throgs Neck, heads bop, I see 'em -
? killing me, since I made mills they not feeling me
Repeat the same stories, lets make some new memories
Everytime I see you, its remember this remember that
See me with my woman, you talk about all the girls we had
How we been around the world and back
How we pack up in ya Act, drove across the map
How we sold packs
How you gonna advance if we cant get past that
You forget about how you ran when you thought that they had macs
Wanna came back around when the ? calm down
Talking about what you woulda shoulda coulda did
'Nas, I woulda took a bullet kid'
Im like 'All is forgotten' always knew you was shook my nig
Lessons in life comes to heart, you got less than ya wife
But I aint even stressing it, right
Aint nobody toe tagging me, aint no hoe in my anatomy
Your character was the casualty
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Cops steady askin' your man what happened
First he tell then he stop, like he not really rattin'
Guess he not really in that casket from a sawed-off
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My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank
I see dark streets, hustling brothers who keep the same rank
Pumping for something, some uprise, plus some fail
Judges hanging ? , uncorrect bails, for direct sales
My intellect prevails from a hanging cross with nails
I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real
Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.
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I know you hate to hear the drama but drama's all we know
We laugh with the rich cats when they leave we switch back
Somebody asked yo how he get that with his ? ass
Comin' through on the humble just to chit chat
He used to be down on the corner with us
He was born with ? but know he's on to mad figgas
With mad ? a sharp dresser
Cool ? but about to be called out by the heart testers
Never known for bustin his chrome
Wasn't soft but wasn't respected till he was grown
School he graduated somebody you could say had made it
While we stayed in the projects walking the pavement
Everybody has their ups and downs
But this one kid had stayed rich while we slang the grave shifts
"I'm tired of it!" said a cat whose name I'mma leave anonymous
Cuz he might take it as some kind of dis
Anyway he saw him driving up inside the projects
Tried to stick him but he got bodied in the process
The victor had become the victim
Thought he had a smooth ? caught but a smooth ? licked him -
Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes
Ran through them hoes, plenty ice, that they all seemed to like
Can't find my man, heard a blam-blam
Now I'm wondering, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?"
He killed the hoes, took all they dough
Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky coming down the stairs
Now he wanting mine, reaching for my nine
Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time
My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering
"Put your gun down, we can skip town"
Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat
Lift off his chain, took his ? , emptied out close range
~Shoot 'Em Up~ -
I'ma prison cell six by nine
Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail
My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house
I'm the place many fear cause there's no way out
I take the sun away put misery instead
When you wit me most folks consider you dead
I saw too many inmates fallin apart
Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark
Convicts think they alone but if they listen close
They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse
All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin
I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin)
I make it hotter in the summer colder in the winter
If the court parole ya then another con enters
No remorse for your tears I seen em too often
When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin
Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep
Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me
Face to face with a cage no matter your age
I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage
Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out
Cause only you and I know what sufferings about
Yo it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman
And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is coming
Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you
You'll always be my property ? stay legal
~Last Words~ -
Blood of a slave, heart of a king
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Been two years ain't nobody catch me
Hennessy and Pepsi my tec will protect me
Outta state made a lot of cake they respect me
Gotta new I.D. hoes want to sex me
Memories of my seed kinda stress me
Because he's two now and his appearance reflects me. -
Rappers I monkey flip em with the funk rhythm I be kickin
musician, inflicitin composition
of pain, I'm like scarface sniffin ?
Holdin an m16, see with the pen I'm extreme -
I'll still whip yo ass you 36 in a karate class?
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Tai bo ?
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I switched my motto, stead of sayin ? tomorrow
that buck that bought a bottle coulda struck the lotto -
understandable smooth ? that murderers move with.
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95 I drive high zonin stash box zone in my trunk
I flash knots teeth golden -
Your arms too short to box with ?
I don't ? soloists only ? squads
Fame went to they head, so now it's "? Nas"
Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys
I seen it comin
Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do
Came in with my style, so I fathered you
I kept changin on the world since "...Barbeque"
Now you wanna hang with ? I hung with
? ? I hit, it's funny I once said...
If I, ever make a record
I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit
But look at me now, ten years deep
Since the project, ??
I never asked to be top of rap's elite
Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets
But look at me now
...Sex with death, indulge in these women
Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal fire
Broads play with pentagrams in they ?
Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds
I beg for ? 's help, why they love hurtin me?
I'm your disciple, a thug certainly
I'm the N the A to the S-I-R
If I wasn't I must've been Escobar
Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection
In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my conception
When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne
My destiny found me
It was clear why the struggle was so painful
Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to
And ? , I'm so thankful -
i hope this hasnt been posted. this one my fav verses from him..
This ? Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes
? ' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C
This is the problem cause he never tell em he got it
From lettin' ? suck him off, Rikers Island in '93
Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts
Backstage where the stars be, rocking they shirts
In ? faces like clockwork, what's your name, where you from
Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb
Taking pride in ruining their lives
So they could never have babies and they could never be wives
He never used a condom. Give him head? He got ya
Met the wrong ? and now he dead from the monster: AIDS
I contemplate, believing in karma
Those on top could just break and won't be eating tomorrow
I know some ? who be sleeping on ? ' dreams. They leave
When that ? blow, she the first ? on her knees
Knowing dudes that's neglecting their seeds
Instead of taking care of em, they're spending money on trees
I pray for you, deadbeat daddies
Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you
Now you old and you getting ? on
It's all scientific, mystic; you know, the Earth and the stars
Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas
What is destined shall be
George Bush killer til George Bush kills me
Much blessings, be healthy. Remember:
this thread starting to look like j.cole dorm room wall
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The entire half time song.
It's like that, you know it's like that
I got it hemmed now you'll never ge the mic bac
When I attack it ain't an army that can strike back
so I react never calmly on a hype track
I'm a nike head
I wear chains that excite the feds -
Fake thug no love he get the slugs
cb4 gusto your luck low I didn't know til I was ? though
you freak ? played out, get ? and ate out
prostitute turned ? I got the gauge out
96 way I made out, montana way
The good F E L L A, verbal ak spray
dipped attache, jumped out the range empty out the ashtray
A glass of ze make a man cassius clay
It's one life one love so there can only be one king
A thug changes, and love changes, and best friends become strangers
Directed at Biggie Smalls. Probably the first Nas song I really liked before paying attention to his other stuff. -
That long cash get the baddest ? out they jeans
Twenty years in this game, looking seventeen -
From the mouth I can spit it like a razor boy boy
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Your skin's your travelling bag of your existence
Yours is shabby and scab, while mine's glistenin'
Vivid on my skin, how many continents I visit then
You can journey with me to different places by listenin'
? on them, your brother got it covered
We can slug it, knuckle it, however you want it, I love it
A hustler's wit, the grit, the grind
My genetic code make up, murderer by design
On Mayan calendar time, when night meets day
I'm in the light grey Bugatti like a high speed chase
Adrenaline like jogger, the jumping rope in place
Muhammed Ali hobbies, no Pilates, try'na keep the ocean by me
Hit a rich man's wife, see what these hoes can buy me
Looking forward, but it's nice to see the road behind me
Hotel's a seven star, Baguette's glowing
Keep your lid, yet dawg, the private jet Boeing, topless .. .
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The whole city is mine the prettiest don i dont like the way p diddy did shyne with different lawyers why its written in my rhyme ? it its just an intro
