Lyrics:
on tracks you should know if you get in my way that I never let up
There's some people that need to hear truth they get beat down by lies and get told that
you what you really want
Track by track displaying my ability
The man, FP, showing true dexterity
On the Mic, no rules are lawless
Wicked,
that
How about we tell you 'bout love
Shake it like it off
Turn around, back it up, now catch 'em all
Catch 'em all, now catch 'em all
Just pick your
of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high school, "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't
started playing
That minor chord it just hit's you
Anyway but it was just y’all
Talking on top of the track as
It starts to come on, and the crowd
Start
the money, don't let the money make you
Change the game, don't let the game change you
I'll forever remain faithful
All my people stay true
Forget about
that we used to do
[Bridge:]
Although I know that I can make it without you
Even though I'm really tired of thinking about you
And all
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you
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
(remember?)
All this back and forth,n gotta quit (uh, yeah, uh-huh)
By the way, this is the remix (yeah)
Sweatin' me but I'm not your type
You think you
you'll be all my own
I don't know what I want half the time, but I know know
That I don't want to spend another minute alone
Tire tracks and broken
(Fuck that) got T in dis bitch wit me (yeah)
5th hit the weed (you got all that shit yeah)
I got young money up and now I got my feet up
Toon in
cause I can vision
Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate
So every breath I take, is all about the rules
It's hard for you to breathe
In a house by the tracks,
I want, I want you back.
In a dress that's painted black,
I want you back, I want you back.
All the ways my mother taught
you pass us by on
We paved with our bare hands
Paved with our bare hands
A black cloud hovers over me
Without all this guilt I feel naked
Something
cannot align
It's because they always want to disappear
Just let it all go by
And when you find yourself don't lose your own track
Just let it all go by
cause I can vision
Collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate
So every breath I take, is all about the rules
It's hard for you to breathe
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
your girlfriend hired
But if you don't mind I'ma keep you on call
We above the law, we don't give a fuck 'bout y'all
I got dogs that'll chew a fuckin'
that's my lunch
Ru-ru-run your motherfuckin' pockets when I come
It's an honor to be robbed by Denise's only son
Yeah, give a ready baby boy, beta
illy
Still is he, actually, really killed me, billy
All that stuff you heard about me, is probably true
Heard I got the AIDS virus, I probably do
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
of toys on the back of your sleigh
You hit your girls house, one by one
Climb down the chimney, and give 'em all somethin
You trick, don't come around me
it's so funky
(Maganoo and Timbaland, check out the stores)
It's about 5:15, got a call from Weezie West
"Timbaland, you have a check on my desk
But
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