Lyrics:
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Had to do a walk-by
Walked up on then popped him up
Watched that fuckin'' clown die
Bitch, don't try to play me
Or you'll push up daisies
Baby
in six years
Swear he the shit
Won't get no record sales sucking Nas dick
Let me get my preach on, nigga drop the beat
I get my freak on
The wrong one
By Kweli to Nas, styles be droppin’ they jaws
I’m liquid, flowin’ like fluid, the truest influenced
By Bone Thugs and Pac, it won’t stop
I’m liquid,
Observe
[Richie Rich] and you ain't going back
[Tupac] Na na na,
we got to show these muthafucka's whats up though
[Richie Rich] this is for tha
ride with Ja)
Follow me (na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
Keep my mesh vest as Pac's vest
Come get me
If you mothafuckers want Shady
If Pac was still here
featuring Nas
[Nas]
Spit at the world
My lyrics I could spit at your girl
Spit when I hurl spit on the Dutch and finish
Dirty South thugs
Ball out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South thugs, stay on route thugs
You know how
Ni kama wengine wetu hatukuumbwa
Vichochoroni tunapewa vichapo vya mbwa
Barabarani tunauliwa kama mbwa
Na siku zetu maishani miaka ya mbwa
Miaka ya
Rodgers we greenbay
Freeze wait
We full adults you teenage
You premature
Lil young n***a
Go stupid boy
Go dumb n***a
That's a warmup
That was fun N***a
I
Sorry N' Shit
Chorus
You hate my everything
Sorry N' Shit La La la
You see my better game
Sorry N' Shit Na Na NA
I'm Like whatever man
Sorry
[Nas]
Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god
D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings
Nas
like shaq (Gimmie Det)
So Imma Thug It By Myself Dets Det
Krismas money went straight to da pack (Fuck)
Made a band had ta bring 4 back
Flip Da Lil Band
just lost trial
(Na)
Locked up for like 20 years & when he get out she won't be alive
(cy)
You ain't built for this thug life,(na)but you tryna be thug
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
don't care that shits fine
Clouded by dark times in his own mind it gets better with time
Guess that's fine wine, a fine line
Cause when he cross
Uh, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, na-na, yeah
Uh, I said I've been getting my little hoes and they just break my heart
But if I catch up
them like we alright
I know that money got power, it gon get louder and louder
It gon turn a good man's heart straight into powder
Na never leaves you
clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South stuck, stay on route thugs
nejsem ready
Na to co vim, že pak přijde
Já tejden mam víkend
Že prej se držim teenage years
Ale fakt to nechci měnit, nemam důvod jít
Nemam důvod jít
on teenage rims
And I keep a chick's face between limbs
Stylin' y'all heard about my kick game
I'm on the parquet, you see me at the Knick game
Probably
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
to war, Godbless Rita
Got shot by mistake
Niggas got knocked by them Jakes
Homicide suit and tie cops, Mayor Koch
Screams in rage niggas so thugs got pit's
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