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Come on, life, death
Here, gone, yo

If I should die don't cry my n****s
Just ride my n****s bust bullets in the sky my n****s
And when I'm gone
time for my n****s on the Row)
For my n****s on Death Row
One time for my n****s livin', broke
(Westside, California style, L.A.!)
One time for my
and you'll wind up broke
B**** n****s don't deserve to kick it
With rich n****s, n**** we seven figure n****s
And we bigger than the biggest hip hop, n****s
Call me Jon Gruden
School these n****s, they all my students
All jokes aside, I ain't playin' wit cha
The weed broke down, like a transmission
Tha
segregation
F*** that s***, my money up, you n****s just Honey Nut
Young Money running s*** and you n****s just runner-ups
I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma
doors
But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc
Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke
B**** n****s don't deserve to kick it with rich
Carnival cruise
And these n****s talkin' like hoes, they mad they not in my shoes
It’s the red bottom boss, came to buy the bar
Every by week, s***, I’m
broke again
Sellin' all ya jewelry, considerin' sellin' dope again
'Cause he who's ballin' outta control is suppose to be focusin'
Wanna be the king by
Let it be prophesized; n****s'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way n****s get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
N****s
to wonder
Should I produce or should I tour this summer
Well just that second I heard stay where you are
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
I laid
watch and see what I do 
Breeze by you so fast got you sneezing
They got the shivers man I got the fever 
I got to bring the hood back after Katrina
gon' front just bringin' his s***
Now I got a quarter ki - broke it down to six and two quarters
It's cooked already - I got these n****s runnin' like
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn style boy
You know what I'm sayin'?

R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P A see, R.I.P n****s that wanna OD
or old n**** 
A weed head, a coke sniffer 
You rich or a broke n**** 

Know you all relate to this s*** that i wrote n****s 
Lots of my mans trapped
easy right?

(By your side)
As soon as something happen to you 
Your n*****s would bounce and you thought they were scrappin' witcha you
Now you
the blind side
We makin' money while you n****s makin' petty quotes
You can make it rain, we make it flood like the levee broke
It's all about the paper,
broke I had to hustle til dawn
That's when sun came up, there's only one way up
Hold ya head and stay up, to all my n****s get ya pay and weight up
and a sack and a 7-8 flak
Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green
But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
I hang with OG n****s don't set trip
Or you might
N****s, b****es
Gather 'round
I got a story to tell
Hear this, hear this
Get the whole world

The Swatch bred
Thoroughbred, shockingly took
broke I had to hustle til dawn
That's when sun came up, there's only one way up
Hold ya head and stay up, to all my n****s get ya pay and weight up
to wonder 

Should I produce or should I tour this summer 
Well just that second I heard stay where you are 
Before I could stop I was hit by a cop car
She looked like Nala when she got on top me
I gazed in her eyes and responded
Can we go half on a baby?
Broke another fingernail scratching on my
bout to dump this n****'s s*** in New Dimensions 

Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up 
And tell em da money man done slipped and got his
Nastrodamus       
Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar   
Now he is Nastrodamus
Nasty, Nas the Esco to Escobar   
Now he is Nastrodamus

I let why'all n****s
at the stars
For a couple hours, turned off all the lights on the cars
The world was ours it was, yours
It was mine
The time flew by like it was prime time