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Straight up shit is real and any day could be your in the jungle Get on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all At the (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better break North we get the four pounders, and take their face off The streets is filled undercovers, homicide chasing brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come in helicopters I drink a little vodka, a L and hold a Glock for The fronters, wannabe ill and spot runners Thinking it can't happen til I, trap em and em And leave em done, won't even run Gods I don't believe in none of shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the corner Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under
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Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your type of fella drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller Who's on the corner, rolling up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing less Guess Cold be walking a bop and my hat turned back Love committing sins and my friends sell This nigga raps a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never the shit from day one Cause life ain't but stress fake niggas and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, The type of nigga who be in your elevator Somehow the rap game me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black 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 with MC Shan Around the time when Shante the Real Roxxane I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the Every day's a plan that had us running from cops If it hanging out in front of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, breaking the Nowadays, I need the green in a flash 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 bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam Then call the crew to get too With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, up the blow Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never it It's brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs 'Nough to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love
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