Lyrics:
hands
she was a dark skinned cutie, she had a tat on her neck
i was making money with the thoughts that i spat
we went outside and we talked and we walked
a cutie on his shirt
Price tag
Tooly on my waste
Slight bag
Designer belt and I still sag
Get out ya body
That's a body bag
Drive by that's a homi cab
that we'd be kicking back by now
I know that life is a bitch, I know that life is a bitch
I thought we'd put her in a cab by now
But I'm stressing, I
Quenchin my thirst, got my shades on too and
As girls walk by, you know what I'm doin
Sneakin a peek on a freak on the sly tip
Hail a cab, take a trip
That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room
Boom, Pretty and his man, Black Caesar
Damn, they saw me and they bustin' at me
Cab just
isn't it.
Oh by the way, just before I sign off... because I've gotta go now... you know, there's a beer waiting for me
down the road in the bar. So I
the boss game wilding, money for grabs
I ain't fucking with crabs, out of state copped two labs
Hopped two cabs, back on the Ave
Stab you with the vocab,
to know that I'm insured
And I'm not talking Geico
Leave me in the iso
Walking up the high road
Cutie right behind me
Turn around and smile
Downed a fifth
the pharmacy, and get my head connected
Get me some protection
Walk around and see who I want to have sex with
The usual, a nice high-yellow cutie
Or maybe
Of y'all?
I'm Nas on a track that's unorthodox
Like my life could've been offed by the cops
Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book when it's up for sale
by the frozen rope
Test tube butterfly swollen throat
Death cruise trucker bribe know one knows
What you did last summer in the Poconos
The rope-a
see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
It's Freeway all by myself
I'm in da place all on my own
In da club wit the chrome
While
baggage that's been salvaged by the Chosen
Eternally I'm rewarded
Killin my flesh till death does it for me
Singing what I'm feeling you might head
Cab radio screaming noise and tears
Death on the TV and then there's you
Messed up, it's crazy i can't concentrate
I just see your outline mhmm
Back
do this Everyday until my grave, call it a death grip
The reaper's in my dreams as I sleep but still proceed under pressure
Never have I questioned my
runnin' out
It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated
runnin' out
It's for real, though, let's connect, politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated
Conference with a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""
"Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar,
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb
drinks
Haunted by the thoughts of
Second album sophomore jinx
Where did I fail? Death threats
Woke up in cold sweats
Thinkin' about all these murders that
out of holes by hustling
To [????] hold your pain or either a fever
And held a target side Buddha, now I'm looser
I fantasise about this [????] I
offed by THE COPS
Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book when it's up for sale
About the rest
[Chorus: Amerie singing]
For the rest of my life
For
with fat asses
Lace Dutch masters, we dump ashes, on models and S Classes,
For you bastards, catch a cab to Manhattan,
With that Broadway actin', you
girl you stuntin'
She fresh to death cause we showing up
On my dick cause we blowing up
They notice us, same hoes that showing up
Get my ?jack and?
ricans with fat asses
lace dutch masters, we dump ashes, on models and S classes,
for you bastards, catch a cab to manhattan,
with that broadway actin', u
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