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handed down
Feel my roots run deep in this ground 

So stand me up tall in this seat
Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet
And turn this earth over
(Money) the root of all evil
Deceiving cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my (money)
'Cause envy breeds jealousy, jealousy breeds hate
Money, forget the money

("Money") The root of all evil
Deceivin' 'cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money")
'Cause envy breeds
and arrow
I shoot, get the loot
I pluck ?em up by the root
I never stick ?em soft, I'm pick ?em off like fruit
This is my territory, Yankees want to block us
wants are congruent
So pursue it incessantly
Her exceptional essence and presence is testing my sensory, incessantly
Does destiny beckon me to set next
of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for Phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest, ten minutes some odd
Messiah
You got to change, now it's too late, goodbye
Heal all the world.
Heal all the world.

I want to change it, you've got my live back
Send me
back, send you on your way, yo good lookin')
(Yo what you wanna do with that mac, double numbered)
Hit you up, take that cash, just like you wondered
back, send you on your way, yo good lookin')
(Yo what you wanna do with that mac, double numbered)
Hit you up, take that cash, just like you wondered
out and love it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my
kick that fuckin rhyme

Verse One: Nas
Check it out
When I'm chillin, I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers
And watch a flick, illin and root
couldn't add up to my half 
I'll count your funds yeah, like third grade math 
Blast to your path every mornin I break flags
Dirty cash always find a way
are we leaving?

Trees are shrinking, turning past the roots
And roots back into season
Clouds are changing coming at me
Different directions now I'm
every morning, I go out and love it, sort of chilly,
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies.
After being blessed by the herb's
the pop's stores
It was ill on the real, but who's to die for us?
Say that I rock my own community
Ain't a damn thing owned by the you or the me
It's Koreans
holmes I'm back on my shit
I don't mangle I'm like Pringles stackin my chips
Clappin' my fifth you the test me types
Comin' out wit a blade and get
holmes I'm back on my shit
I don't mangle I'm like Pringles stackin my chips
Clappin' my fifth you the test me types
Comin' out wit a blade and get
Hangin out under the sun is an everyday thang
And gettin crazy in the labs the only way I bang
Don't step to me with that mean face
Buddy I'm all smiles
all of my proceeds
Don't I flow like I don't bleed? Every cut is just dumb
After me there will be none I told you there is only one (Soul)
Yeah, and I