Vista previa
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You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and
I can´t control it, can´t hold it, it´s so nuts
I take a sip of that yak, I wanna fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But really what´s amazing is how I keep blazing
Towel under the door smoke until the days end
Puff, puff then pass, don´t fuck up rotation
Hpnotic for Henny, now nigga that´s your chaser
Turn nothin to something now pimpin´ that´s a savior
Best things are green now pimp and get your paper
High off the ground instead of skyscraper
Too low thinkin´ we local, come on homie, we major
We major (come on, homie, we major) [repeat]
Feeling better than some head on a sunday afternoon
Better than a chick that say yes to soon
Until you have a daughter, that´s what I call karma
And you pray to god she don´t grow breasts too soon.
Projects to´ up, gang signs is thrown up
Niggas hats broke off that´s how we grow up
Why else you think shorty´s write rhymes just to blow up?
Get they first car and then IRS show up
He ain´t never had shit but he had that nine
Nigga come through flickin´ and he had that shine
Put two and two together in a little bad weather
Gon´ be a whole family on that funeral line
Ask the reverand was the strip club cool if my tips help send a pretty girl through school
That´s all I want like wino´s want they good whisky
I ain´t in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me
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[Nas:]
I heard the beat and I ain´t know what to write
First line, should it be about the hos or the ice?
Four-four´s or black christ? Both flows would be nice
Rap about big paper or the black man´s plight
At the studio consol asked my man to the right
What this verse sound like, should I freestyle or write?
He said, Nas, what the fans want is Illmatic, Stillmatic
Picked up the pad and pencil and jotted what I feel
Been like 12 years since a nigga first signed
Now I´m a free agent
And I´m thinking it´s time
To build my very own Motown
Cuz rappers be deprived of executive 9 to 5s
And it hurts to see these companies be stealing the life
And I love to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic
So y´all copped the LPs and y´all fiends got dealt
I´m Jesse Jackson on the balcony where King got killed
I survived the livest niggas around
Lasting longer than more than half of you clowns
Look, I used to cook before I had the game took
Either way my change came like Sam Cooke.
Feeling better than I ever felt before today
Like better late than never is orientation
Still we can make it better throwing all your cares away
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