[Nas] It was a murder Jake just hit the corner people swarming Three in the morning I jumped out my cab like "Fuck, niggaz is buck," mega bloodshed, the tapes red I heard some bird whisper, "Yo he should have ducked" I puffed the lilla, just before I hit the scene for rilla I'm all high it's late I'm looking down at the fella Shit's pushed in, ambulance placed him on some cushion His mom's had a stare I wouldn't dare second look when I murk It hurt, kind of took it as a brief reminder that the street's designed to stop your life, plot The beast in time yeah, cell to cell suspect ass nigga you fell First time locked in crime stop my mind blocks the frail Bursting blasting at your forty cal shell, split your dry cell My niggas never snitch why tell We roll with no regrets, destiny's, fifty's and equities Queens'll be the death of me
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To the suspect witness don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight (Suspect witness don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight)
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[Nas] Dear God, I want the riches, money hungry bitches infested Giving the jealous niggas sickness, the witness My crew dresses, in vest-es, feel the essence Try to test this, scientist, able and reckless Slaughter, Nautica'd down, frames look petite Ten millis, mix designed just for my physique I keep a low pro as if I owe, bless the flow lovely My pants hang low while I'm dancing, sipping the bubbly Hey, me no worry, hashish keep my eyes Chinese Rollin two Phillies together make blunts Siamese I meant it, I represent it, descendant made of early natives that were captured and taught to think backwards Trapped us in a cracker psychiatric, it's massive A Million Man March, alert the masses Ten glocks, Armani in small print, upon my glasses Don assassins, armageddon, the wettin' Never freakin the beast, seven heads, got the righteous threatened Life Was Written, the plot curves behind the settin' Comprehend the grammar, Manfrione -- are you the type of nigga to shoot a leg to get your name known? I flip the brain tome Niggaz get hit and wrap the plastic The mic I strike in vain givin the pain of what a Mack is What you with? Luchi or drama, no sleep means insomnia No need to check the clock, the streets are timin you
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[Nas] It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin shit mesmerized Mega live, like the third world Decipher my deceiver make him a believer Spitting jim stars, words in my mic ttype receiver Bond is my life so I live by my word Never fraudulent Queensbridge don't make no herbs Spread my name to deacons, politicians while they speakin Rebel to America civilization caught you sleepinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
