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featuring Noreaga
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Nas talking:
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Yo Nore I just can't understand
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what be going through brothers minds man
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Know what I'm saying!
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You try to tell a brother when he going the wrong way,
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try to put him on the right way,
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he don't wanna hear that though,
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so you just gotta let a nigga go
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(Nas)
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Death followed'em
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before it swallowed'em whole
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it was signs he shoulda read
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that was inside of his soul
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niggas light dutchies to'em now, so long
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missa muthafucka, but still
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life goes on
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hope I'm rich on my last day
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clutching some ass,
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niggas say he came and went
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got a nut when he passed, an old man
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laying dead on my bed, wit some young shit
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screaming out FREEDOM
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when I slung to her chest
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after that chill, be a bitch wit a hex
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every nigga she sex, be the next
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put ta rest
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(Noreaga)
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Yo if you live, you a member in 85
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when it was just bats and knives,
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made men and made wives
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things changed, sell the Jetta, cop the Range
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sending slugs that a leave that ass cripple
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as a child had nemia wit out the sickle
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N-O-R-E, nore, grand markey
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always wanted to be in this game since Biz Markie
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we fuck it up what
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light dro, throw the chalk up
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ever since crack came in little capsules
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we control blocks, rock flat-tops
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had two spots, selling blue tops
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seeing Benni cop new rocks
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(Nas)
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Four wheel flow wit the rowdy thugs
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Queens out,smoke Cali budd
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feened out, my thoughts leak out
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I speak out, what's worth dying for
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freedom,respect or both
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what's worth ya tears
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being broke or when ya man get smoked
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it all depends if you used to having ends in his ceased
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instead of cry, more see,
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whoevers fly in the beef
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on the other hand, if it's not ya real fam deceased
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and you used to funerals, then it ain't that deep
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so when you kep slingin
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me myself, I do my thing in the streets
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since i was young I was anxious to eat
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(Noreaga)
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Yo since a young sibling
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had every flavor Timberland
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always had jumpshot, and always dribbling
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yo macarole, Jose lay
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like casserole, dolomite type
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the Jungle low, cut the China white
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come check ya,mix henney wit the nectars
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on straight flights while y'all catch connectors,
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if it was up to me
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the whole world would be comfortably
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since it's not, y'all niggas stay fucked up
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I think about y'all too much
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and be bankrupt,so nigga get yours, I got mine
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so WHAT WHAT
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(Nas)
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Sex and money go togother like techs and nine shells
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swiss cheese you and cover it up like Rahswell, cartel
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yo ain't seen no iller regime
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the Stellarsteen profecy
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project warrior, owns property
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crack is hated, cops get jealous
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cause I stay wit
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the 98 temporary plates on my whip
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the system think its not right
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Arista could fuck a cops awife
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cause I'm on, televisi-on
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and live the pop life
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I rock mics, make mils
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soundscan sales, one point whatever records
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professionist skills, moneys the root of evil
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but it make you happy
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don't wanna shoot my people
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but still they might clap me
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cause I talk like Dr.Malacayork
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play the sidewalk, hold fort
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diamond plate chaiun, gold fort
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get in tune, rich like Ricky form Silver Spoon
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Frank Lopez crib, elevators and living rooms
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(Noreaga)
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A yo we still in Queens
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same place where we used to be
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most people don't see us
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cause we usually out touring
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leave the hood, now the hood boring
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NORE, you know me, we regulated
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straight from Iraq to QB, affilated
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it's like a Higher Learing
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from 99th street down to Vernon
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letting our heat burst burning
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like Henney wet, throwing up my set
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catch me on the Startek
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bout to set the connect
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Yo Sex,Drugs, Money and Murder
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beers and sex, Lands and Lex
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in the projects
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the fourth floor, where we score through our cooker
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D's shook up, hit the block
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now you looker!
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(Nas and Noreaga talking)
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NAS: It's like the battle will symbolize the war,
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and the war symbolize the winners of the battle,
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no what I mean, go at ya neck!
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Either you in it or you in the motherfucking way baby!
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NORE: Word up, we analate ya ass!
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NAS: Queens style, no what I'm saying!
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NORE: Ish me Allah da men a Raheem!
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NAS: Queens style, Brooklyn sty |