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Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

You can be a ridah and ride, or a and hide
Either way you go against me, you gon' die
I got macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You talk, it ain't about money, then let it be brief

I need a for when it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold
An ill attorney's in my when these fake niggas fold
The shit I kick, fuck niggas mentally
Makes wanna mention me
And see me doing a century in the penitentiary

Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a money
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where pack money
I'm a tell y'all what told me
I got you need, 19, 5 a key

I stay a stunt, frontin' in somethin' mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the right amount of
Run up on all with the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, eight revolver

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'

too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it ain't no
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row
Next to Ron and Kobe
Yo, I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies me

I'm like a man's asthma, seeking a pump
Breathin' deeper when I'm up
Y'all need to fuck with the tightest, I niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in

My virus is obvious, past on to most rap
Un cured, ain't no
seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the studio booth, out

It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I on some Blair Witch shit
back I'm rich kid
Either or you can't stop me my feet in the door
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, your part nigga

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit
then we gonna run up in your spot

bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Tell niggas somethin', God

What, yo?
I disturb and white boys with five pointed stars
Tattoed on they arms, your moms like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, our minks on the coat rack

Those plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
Feds the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap don't to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I awkward to you

Porsche through the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, manure
Rims is 22 inches, suspensions
22 inch dick when I'm

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin'
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we sound alike
50 Cent with Bravehearted, we ride to the depart us
You fake niggas imitate I started, let's go

bit off Nas shit
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit
then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'