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the choppers out the stash
 and helicopter yo' a**, about a block and a half
 Cause I'ma ride for my n****z, die for my n****z
 Puff lie with my n****z til
Well b**** n****z get you of the grind, n**** grab the nine and
Well fake n****z try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you
Against all odds, I'm still here n**** 
Aiyyy, I got to get my props for 2Pacalypse 
O.P.D. -- what??! 
When this album come out, n****z can kiss
Where my b****es dat would freak wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
How many my n****z dat would row wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
where my
the mob
Dictating, ain't taking orders from no one but God

I know you n****z is broke 'cause I know what you charge
Them n****z wishing for a Phantom
Forever paranoid and nervous because I'm high

Don't mention funerals I'm stressin', and goin' nutty
And reminiscin' 'bout them n****z that murdered my
[P] I shot the motherf***er back 
[H] Right out the a** son 
[P] For n****z don't know how to act 
[H] What the deal son 
[P] I shot
The plan, to take command of the whole family
Though underhanded, to be the man it was planned
All my road dawgs, official mob n****z love to act up
The first
goin, gone, sold
What's cooler than bein cool? (ICE COLD) why'all know
that I do this for all my n****z and my b****es
And it's murder 'til day that I
egospiritual, we thuggin in harmony
They say death brings life, there exchange no robbery
If I'm wrong pardon me, me I'm just tired of poverty
Why them n****z
[Nas] Motherf***in Dre!
[Nas] Wha**up my n****?
[Dre] Sup NAS?
[Nas] Chillin God
[Dre] N****z is up in here hittin some of this
Say playboy, whatchu know about Jazze Pha, 
big E-Feezy 40 Fonzarelli from the Bay, and big 'Ball?

N****z must be
and yo soul rise high
remember the DEAD don't die less they F*** WIT'  I !!!

[Ja Rule]
N****z know who dope yo
S*** the flow is retched
And my gee
feat. Mobb Deep
Uh huh, yeah
Q.B. (New Mobb Deep)
For the year 2G
(Best of Queens)
N****z know what the f*** I'm talkin bout
we came to get drunk
We came to chill in V.I.P and smoke a couple of blunts
Pull a couple of dimes, spitt a couple of rhymes
And if n****z jump fly
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak n****z played out, get f***ed and ate
What what what is goin' on
What the f*** goin' on here? Check it out yo

[Verse 1]
Holy amazing grace about face
Total erase you n****z off the face

Who dem boyz that be havin the cronk every occasion
This side n****z dustin, that side n****z lacin
But in the middle we stay calm, we just
make it to the top, damn what if?

If I got on some pretty boy s*** like Puffy
N****z in the hood, man they just wouldn't love me
If I wore a suit

Man everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
I hear n****z runnin' they mouth
You should hear how they talk about me

I know Boo Boo
What's up n****z? 
This the colonel(hu-haha) 
Mr. M-P(n****)(haha) 
Come 1 come all, TRU n****z ball(I told why'all) 
I know there's n****s out
the f***in dungeons of rap
Where fake n****z don't make it back
I don't know how to start this s***, yo, now

Verse One: Nas

Rappers I monkey flip em
Uh, expensive things, diamond rings and things
You know, rap life, rap life, say what, ah, uh
Rap n****z, we dippin' individuals
(Rule number one... n****z die, daily, hahahaha)
Hear me! Boo-yaow!
(Ready for whatever, hell yeah
What type n**** be a Thug Life n****?
Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)
(Hahahahaha) Yeah
(Hehehehe) Why n****z look mad? (Is that right?)
Y'all supposed to be