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the Street Where you Do it or you Aint 
From the street Where They Shoot in yo FACE 
i Remember ya man thats what they all say
imma  Business man Yea thats

But it's like I’m living in a ghost town
Man, how does that work?
Promise I won't be defined by my past work
But my last work spoke to 'em
Some still

that I created
Made up bullshit by thinking creative
Held it down for my peeps never say shit
Straight up lie to the feds at the station
And I spent me

the bottom
Yeah I was the one in field you can tell by the mud on my cleats
She say it's the bands for me
I say can you dance for me
The way that she move it's

close to me,

I never thought that this,

Is what it was supposed,

To be,


When a nigga come up on a 3,

Yeah I gotta hit the freeway,


Gotta job,

God Love Us

Nas

Nastradamus [Clean]

1999

Uh uh
Speak without thinkin'
Speak without speakin' huh
Feel without reachin', uh
That's what it's about
It's about that, inner, inner love, ya

with you
It don't make no sense
Girl the way you make yo body move
It don't make no sense
So im hoping that you tell the truth
It don't make no sense

to have so much damn happiness like where did it go
I got my heart broke by a bitch it was a minor set back
I went to college made some friends i'm tryna

TBQ this what I do
She throw it back like seventy-two
I'm that nigga that's gone knock these niggas off they pedestal
No love for a bitch cuz they

Yeah that's my type

She may be wrong
But she always right
A little street to em
Yeah that's what I like

Medium and Ghetto
Put yo hands up if you Medium

span
And for what yo' life's worth, this money is twice than
You grab a couple grand and lay up in Iceland
See, I'm a nice man but money turned me

on I'm in trouble
We had the dope up on the shelf we flip that pack and the double
Yeahh
KK

Rolex dreams
Young nigga made it out of the struggle
I used

them med's
Say his name inside this song, my bro said I better not say it
Niggas lowkey want that smoke, you do, you better not say it
Get yo ass back

fucking judging 

Watch yo step nigga 
We at yo neck nigga

Shoes they been the suede 
Pretty Latin made
Eyes that made of jade
Diamonds throwing shade

Bitches gone snitch
Huh
I stayed by myself
Cuz them niggas slick bitch
As direct as they come
And that bitch he gone diss
I Lost my cousin and grandma
I'm

Screen his calls when on all fours
You say that you can't breath nomo
Just keep it to yo self
It ain't got shit to do wit me
In case they don't cooperate

judged by the twelve than have six lower me in the ground
I guess they thought we some suckers. Dawg we far from it
Raised by some warriors so stop that

a pen I paved it,
Fuck that, you ain't hearing what I'm saying,
Man I'm all grown up but still the same kid,
Same status, no relationship, got bitches

(Mathematical, AJ can I hear that beat?)
I'm geeked up off this shit, no cap, yeah

I just count money by big guap, big wock
They ain't never heard

and then do this
Scan your view and decide what to do next
Ugh
Yo, don't play the victim
Don't lose control, nor your soul for attention
Fuck what they call

the heartless (God bless all the shooters)
Caught a body 'fore they blew up (God bless all the gangsters)
Stood over car that odor had aroma, made him threw up

I'll send 'em back (yo, look)
(Live by it you die by it)

I get the drop on a nigga, it come from the hoes first
We follow the load first, that's

needa see they grave
Tryna take it step by step everyday just feel the same
It's some niggas on the left who tryna put you in yo place
It ain't shit that

like he says in his songs He's still first place
Fin to this run shit summer by summer
He feel like Mase
Back in ninety eight, take what's yours,