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[Nas]
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G.
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history

Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga rappin´ with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would´ve been Aftermath that got away
But we still get together like every several years
to sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin´ Calico in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G´s, but it´s still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watchin´ fly bitches with grey eyes
wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? - ´cause I can vision
collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate
So every breath I take, is all about the rules
It´s hard for you to breathe like you at high altitude
So crack the Patron, it´s on heathens, The God´s back
Hard body, Mr. Jones never leavin´

[Chorus #1]
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders,
Make that cake, cop two five-fivers,
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds,
East to West Coast we riders,
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders,
Make that cake, cop two five-fivers,
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds,
East to West Coast then O.V. (?)

[Chorus #2: Nas (The Game)]¡¿2
He a Compton-Compton O.G.
(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got´s) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots

[The Game]
1995, eleven years from the day
I´m in the record shop with choices to make
"Illmatic" on the top shelf, "The Chronic" on the left homie
Wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me
So fuck it, I stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
Ripped the package off "Illmatic" and bumped that
For my niggaz it was too complex when Nas rhymed
I was the only Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind"
Inside the dope house bottlin´ up sherm, bangin´ The Firm
Dre was king then so I waited my turn
Fast forward, now I´m makin ´em burn
Ended my peers careers, hollered at Nas, a hard lesson was learned
So I reconciled my differences like he did with Jigga
I stopped beefin´ with niggaz, ´cause I´m "Ether" to niggaz
Comb the earth ´til there´s no one left
"If I Ruled the World" I summons all you weak rap niggaz to death

[Chorus: Nas (The Game)]
He a Compton-Compton O.G.
(Mix that with a QB-QB true G)
(What you got´s) A concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(West Coast kill the tracks) East Coast gunshots

[Nas]
Yo, the Jordans sportin´
Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin´, you a walkin´ coffin´
The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it
You´re sideways talkin´, so I lay often
I wait patient, to duct tape hatin´
Fuck ass niggaz, get bucked ass niggaz
Pluck ashes - of Cuban cigars, you foolin´ with Nas
That´s my name and I came with Rugers this time
And if I´m sane that "Soul Plane" movie´s the bomb
Word to my mom´s name tattooed to my arm
You can´t revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
Rob me or dodge these bullets I´m bustin´
See that´s malarky you yappin´
I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clappin´
Nasty man, from baggin´ grams and runnin´ from cops
to a mill´ on the hand, a mill´ on the watch, I´m fuckin´ with Doc

[Chorus #1]
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders,
Make that cake, cop two five-fivers,
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds,
East to West Coast we riders,
Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders,
Make that cake, cop two five-fivers,
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds,
East to West Coast then O.V. (?)



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Hustlers (Album Ver. - Explicit)
Nas

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