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Straight up shit is real and any day be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad Who don't care, beers, we all stare At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They better North Before we get the pounders, and take their face off The streets is filled with undercovers, chasing brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come in helicopters I a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock for The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot Thinking it happen til I, trap em and clap em And leave em done, even run about Gods I don't believe in none of that shit, facts are backwards Nas is a of the street corner a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure
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Yo, call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street Who's always on the corner, up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing less than Cold be walking a bop and my hat turned back Love committing sins and my sell crack This nigga raps with a razor, keep it my tongue The school drop-out, never the shit from day one life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab stunts So I my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator The type of who be pissing in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the game Used to sport and Gazelle's with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Fly new chicks and new kicks, and Beck's
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No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, this is it's about Before the BDP conflict MC Shan Around the time when Shante dissed the Real I used to wake up every morning, see my on the block Every day's a different plan had us running from cops If it wasn't hanging out in of cocaine spots We was at the factory, breaking the locks Nowadays, I the green in a flash just like the next man Fuck a yard God, let me see a grand use a gun Son, but fuck being the wanted man But if I hit rock then I'ma be the Son of Sam Then the crew to get live too With Swoop, Hakim, my Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow chop it, Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, way the Jakes'll never stop it your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs 'Nough to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love
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