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Straight up is real and any day could be your last in the jungle Get on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble The is the hot spot, full of mad criminals Who care, guzzling beers, we all stare At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They break North Before we get the four pounders, and take face off The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even through in helicopters I drink a vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot Thinking it can't happen til I, em and clap em And leave em done, even run about Gods I don't believe in none of shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure
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Yo, they me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moet drinking, marijuana smoking dweller always on the corner, rolling up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing less Guess Cold be walking with a bop and my hat back committing sins and my friends sell crack This nigga raps with a razor, keep it my tongue The school drop-out, liked the shit from day one life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator The type of who be pissing in your elevator the rap game reminds me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's black frames Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs Fly new and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
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No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's Before the BDP conflict MC Shan Around the time when Shante dissed the Real I used to wake up morning, see my crew on the block Every day's a different plan that had us running cops If it wasn't out in front of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, breaking the Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the man Fuck a yard God, let me see a grand Could use a gun Son, but fuck the wanted man But if I hit rock bottom then be the Son of Sam call the crew to get live too With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the My shit is on the streets, this way the never stop it your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs 'Nough respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One
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