[Verse 1: Nas]
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My niggaz got scarred grills
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Skully hats and gats be fullys
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Brrrat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel
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Rats get their tails snapped and trapped
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The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap
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Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya
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Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria
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Dreams of fallin´ in the elevator, passin´ floors
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Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall
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I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers
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Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards gettin´ sprayed up
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Sabotagin´ my makeup, my watches get laced up
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Even if they indicted Jacob
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Forensics, Paramedics carry cowards off
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Defibrillators shock to your chest, try to cough
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They die and hit Hell from an iron
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I´m flyin´, wire or cell, I´m paid from this shit
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Got bitches high as hell, and they fuckin´ like AIDS don´t exist
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They get sent to your hotel, a maid and shit
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Put a barrel in a capo mouth, ´til his scalp come out
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You a kid, you don´t live what you rap about
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King poetic, too many haters to count
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Too much paper to count, QB BITCH!
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[Hook: Nas]
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Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
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(Money Over Bullshit), pistols over brawn
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Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
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Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
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(My own strength nigga, that´s what I´m scared of, ha-ha)
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Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
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(Money Over Bullshit), pistols over brawn
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Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
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Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
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[Verse 2: Nas]
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Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet
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Thinkin´ about which nigga to target
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You kill a nigga today, he lives forever
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So I plotted out smarter, there´ll be no Martyrs
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Black Tec on the table, Mag .44
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Black negligee on my bitch, she´s at the door
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Black fish eggs, nigga, that´s the caviar
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You niggaz fish-made, y´all niggaz is fifth grade
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Niggaz, it´s fifty ways to disect the General
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If I give ya the top five, you will not survive
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Rule 1: cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue
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Rule 2: thought ya knew don´t fuck with God´s Son
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Rule 3: see, matter fact, I just wait
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If y´all reach top five, then I´ma eat y´all alive
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Each one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive
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Like y´all ain´t in agreement wit Nas
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That shit is dead motha´fucka, it´s dead bitch
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[Hook: Nas]
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Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
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(Money Over Bullshit), pistols over brawn
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Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
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Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
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(My own strength nigga, that´s what I´m scared of, ha-ha)
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Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
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(Money Over Bullshit), pistols over brawn
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Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
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Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
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[Verse 3: Nas]
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From crack pushers to Lac´ pushers and ambushers
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And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses
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Laced in riches, cake ridiculous
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From nickel and dimin to trickin them diamonds
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Vegas, places in Switzerland
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From non-blastin to auto, I don´t have to blast mine
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They blast mine, black nine, you flatline
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My cash climb, buy rare art
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Antique pieces, Mona Lisa´s, own no leases
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Five-star restaurant eaters; don´t forget who your peeps is
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´Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you
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Only if they grind with you - or slang for ya
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Seen niggaz live, laugh, party, and die in that very same corner
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Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable
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Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl
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Once even gave me a phobia
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That I be in a spot trapped like Madame Zenobia´s
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With this kid eyein´ my Rolly, y´all
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[Hook: Nas]
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Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
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(Money Over Bullshit), pistols over brawn
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Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my ow |