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Had someone shave his head 
He got a new identity 
62 hole air cushioned boots 
And a girl who rides a scooter 
To take him out of town 
They would
Had someone shave his head 
He got a new identity 
62 hole air cushioned boots 
And a girl who rides a scooter 
To take him out of town 
They would
Had someone shave his head 
He got a new identity 
62 hole air cushioned boots 
And a girl who rides a scooter 
To take him out of town 
They would
We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging
The money makes, murder the kids, and gangbangin
The stock market crashed, they watchin my black
a.m.,I always.....
Far from me to bite anothers rhyme
They're just too easy to write
I do'em two at a time
Like doggin' the wax and ya don't quit
And if
get
186 thousand miles per sec can melt flesh
Give a nigga a tan
Aerosol cans expand and explode in my hand
While I promote that new Canibus jam
some shit again! 
Stomp him! (switch feet) Stomp him! (switch again!) 
Dre alright he's dead dog, quit kickin him! 
I think Stanabis jumped off
Detroit bitch! Talk some shit again! 
Stomp him! (switch feet) Stomp him! (switch again!) 
Dre alright he's dead dog, quit kickin him! 
I think Stanabis
Standin' on the side of the road with a long shadow and suitcases,
Going nowhere, and I don't care, I'm a grown man.
Hold my own hand, kickin' my own
my spot on the label but they can’t have it
You sick of seeing my face, pasted up in the place
Shit I don’t know what to say bitch you can blame
Guliani's term
They say I'm wrong, shit
I'm try'nna see 26, with my daughters at the Emmy Awards
All around the ball glowin', they got the weed flow
a madman
I'm eatin more fowls than Pac-Man
I got props, loungin by the shops
I don't need cops I bust shots with my glock
Now bitches want to see me
and punk
breakin' hoes off
See I'm paid to be boss, I'm kickin' back at no cost
Never slackin', just mackin', money stackin' that's my motto
With so much game they
(what,) uh, (what,) that's the way it's goin' down.
My new album ain't no joke.
You want to take me out, how many bunch ya smoke? 
I'll never slack
Now when I just made 12 years old
My mama told me:'Baby boy, you know you gotta be strong
And even though they lead you wrong, stay on the right
awards for your bricks - it got good to ya
You started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits?! WHAT?

[Hook: Nas]
When they crown you - and you
droppin' that garbage shit
Y'all got awards for your bricks, it got good to ya
You started tellin' them bigger dogs to call it quits? What?

When they crown
Guliani's term
They say I'm wrong, shit
I'm try'nna see 26, with my daughters at the Emmy Awards
All around the ball glowin', they got the weed flow
to just play ball,
But as time when by, my ball partners they started to fall,
But I was taught by the G from that old school,
As I got older, the old
just to fuck with ya guard dog
Throw a brick through your shit and cut the alarm off
Bitch

[Slug]
Fuck yes, I do my best to take advantage in bouts
wanna come test me,
Yup, come to my city, that's where I be
I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley wit my ass sit on jag
I don't give a fuck (what?!)
Gitt'em, we hit em, we split 'em, we stick em, touch you wanna mine gotta grill 'em 
Boii, the city where they got the illest, killas 
M-I-A my niggaz,
pineapple, actin a fool
Step out my balcony and check out my view
I'm lookin brand new, I get menages crunk
Lucky look cleaner then Andre Monk
Open up my
in, shit's gettin ruined
When you're fuckin with my boys, with the Bruins
Who you're think you're foolin? Not Ty
How really gotta die before I really
Walk by faith, you appear
I've gotta live in stereo

I quit, I fold, I'm done
Trying to scale Everest
Sherpa-less 
Ain't fun

The best-laid plans