Lyrics:
for death, would die by their own hands.
Life is no ordeal, if you can come to terms,
reject the system, which dictates the norm,
from dehumanization,
we’re changing hearts and minds
We’re on an American Ride
All part of something great that can't be denied
Now objective truth doesn’t care about your
We so jiggy up in here (let's go Weezy)
Slim baby, I see you (yes)
The streets make the hustlas
Hustlas make the world go 'round
The world is
[Repeat: x4]
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
I'm at the time in my life when
holdin' the 21st letter in the alphabet
All my life I've been searchin' as if it's my obligation
To find who?
You but my patience grows thin
'Cause U is
will be dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery how I form the words in rhyme
In nineteen hundred and ninety square
All shook niggas is supposed to have
smirk gray, poli' on streets where the motors leak
Kids hold heat 'cause they place is cold
My weight's in gold, turn about face behold
The street
baggies in alleys
To where the streets is your family
Gettin' blurred by the same cop
Go to jail for a year and come home
Two of your niggas dropped
the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto,
play with my yo-yo, loco niggas in the hood
First niggas hating on me, its all good
I'm buying things like my shit don't stink
Gucci links
will be dealt with in time
It ain't a mystery how I form the words in rhyme
In nineteen hundred and ninety square
All shook niggas is supposed to have
friends in a way
No best friend, well one but she's crazy
Grew up to end up a Professor of lazy
The last of six kids that all left town
Seems nobody
Walking down the city streets
In the night talking about shit
Singing loud and drinking beer
Have some fun is all we need
The tomorrow is a doubt
we surprised by what they did?
Propagandize little kids
Water
Water
Water
History repeats again, viral misinformation
People believe what's convenient
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
found y'all nigga, po-po (whatever)
Mad drunk in the street, no photo (I rage)
Hatin motherfuckas, I dont know yo
I guess this was the life I chose
the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto,
and laughed, said
I've got hell to pay
The American Dream
He took me by the hand and led me to a grave
It was George Washington's all rotten and decayed
Ha
In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from
I'm a menace crook
I did so much dirt I need to be in the Guinness Book
From the s*** I took from people
I reap all your fat s***, jack
Back
Hung out with the OG's and got some street knowledge
Breaking in cars and all that
Hitting punk fools with a baseball bat
Fucking at a real fast
American, resistance is the game!)
Two pigs wearing suits
Brought the news
That I'm wanted by the bank
They say the rent is due
Caesar's onto you
So you
would be all right
Where were you when they gave a warning
Hundred-fifty mile winds by morning
Category four making landfall in the wild gray light
Where
if you ready, we gon' start the show
Everybody in the world, all across the globe
You can feel it in your head down to your toes
Dance until you're
.jpg/300px-Count_Basie_(1955_Kriegsmann_portrait_-_square_crop).jpg "Count Basie & His All American Rhythm Section")
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