Uhh... regulate nigga. Bravehearts nigga. Live for this. Some of y'all don't live at all. Get yours nigga. Get yours baby. Uhh, yo... yo.... . As the night close down on the Earth like gray dark rings.
New York streets where killers'll walk like Pistol Pete. And Pappy Mason, gave the young boys admiration. Prince from Queens and Fritz from Harlem. Street legends, the drugs kept the hood from starving.
This ain't no sucka for love shit. This ain't no Huxtable kisses and hug shit, first night we fuck shit. And don't call the next day, this a thug's wedding day.
These later days in Babylon. As I watch your children grow. And the years them carry on. And I miss you even more. Still I send them go to school. And tell them.
[Chorus 2X: Nas]. (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only a few can feel my pain. (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if I could show you. (I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if you was in this game.
(Intro: NaS). . Uh, lawd lawd Jah. What I'm gonna do? (What I'm gonna do?). Uh, shhh, lawd lawd Jah. Ehahaha. Shit is all true. . (Verse 1: NaS). . Mmm, Fried chicken.
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Crime, life, bitches, money, time. For my Braveheart's, my Braveheart's. Uh, uh, uh, what, what, what?. One time, two times. . From 'Breaking Atoms' to 'Illmatic', to goin' platinum.
Yeah. I want all my niggas to come journey with me. My name is Nas, and the year is 1973. Beginning of me, therefore I could see. Through my belly button window who I am....
Yeah. I want all my niggas to come journey with me. My name is Nas, and the year is 1973. Beginning of me, therefore I could see. Through my belly button window who I am....
Yo Nas. I don't think they wanna fuck with this. Gangsta shit, for sure. (Danger, danger). . Check it out. It's on, and once again I bring niggaz the rough.
Peace. Peace, yo. . Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah. Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god. D and D glasses cloth Kangols guided by angels with white wings.
Fuck Jay-Z. What's up niggas, ay yo. I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog. You, what? Fuck Jay-Z. You been on my dick nigga. You love my style, nigga.
Blessings in life to the children. They say life is like 5 days. Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chair. His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me.
[gunshots]. . [Nas talking]. ("Fuck Jay-Z"). What's up niggas, ay yo, I know you ain't talkin 'bout me dog. You, what?. ("Fuck Jay-Z"). You been on my dick nigga, you love my style, nigga.
Uhh, Uhh, Where am I going?. Where am I? Yo, it's ill. . [Verse 1]. . Yo my wife's tired of fucking me. Life tries ducking me. Luckily I find 'em just at the right time.
Honies, cash, weed, cars. Ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars. Gat slingers now rap singers are who we are. Went from Nasty to Nas, to Nas to Escobar.
When it comes to sex advice I'm the one you call. If you a virgin with blue balls or you tear down walls. Not Dr. Ruth call me Dr. Knockboot. Pimped out hats rock fashionable suits.
You're like a black Scrooge, sitting in ya lonely house. I'll attack you for runnin' ya phony mouth. Even ya homies bounce to this Nas track. It's a known fact, I know ya despise that.
Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate. That was a uncanny era, in my pants. Yeah, X Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade.