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Straight up shit is real and any day could be last in the jungle Get on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble The corners is the hot spot, of mad criminals Who don't care, guzzling beers, we all 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, chasing brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a for The fronters, wannabe ill and spot runners Thinking it happen til I, trap em and clap em And em done, won't even run about Gods I don't in none of that shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the corner a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure
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Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not legal type of fella Moet drinking, smoking street dweller Who's always on the corner, up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing less Guess Cold be with a bop and my hat turned back Love sins and my friends sell crack This nigga with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the from day one Cause life shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts So I my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be pissing in elevator Somehow the rap reminds 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 chicks and new kicks, Heine's and
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No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is it's about Before the BDP conflict MC Shan Around the time when dissed the Real Roxxane I used to wake up every morning, see my on the block day's a different plan that had us running from cops If it hanging out in front of cocaine spots We was at the factory, breaking the locks Nowadays, I the green in a flash just like the next man Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred Could use a gun Son, but fuck the wanted man But if I hit rock then I'ma be the Son of Sam call the crew to get live too With Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, up the blow chop it, Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the never stop it It's your on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs 'Nough to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love
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