42nd street terminal
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Yo yo I live it and I speak it
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My religion is reefer
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Big money in most
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an uninhibited freak
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to sleep with
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My visions are realistic
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nothing’s figurative
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I can wish it into existence
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God want this nigga to live
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Blunt big as a dread
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I get high and forget who bled
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Who we stomp kicked
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in the head and
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who we left for dead
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Who are you niggas
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Why argue niggas
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the truth is the truth
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I really put my scars on niggas
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They wait a lifetime
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they tell they hoes
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Nas did this
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Pointin’ to they scars like
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Right here baby
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really Nas did this
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Like a badge of honor
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not braggin'
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I’m just honest
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War stories we tell them
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nothin’s realer than karma
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Sip prohibition liquor
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prohibition whiskey
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Rap Jack Demsey
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Matt Black Bentley pimply
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Shatterin’ your silence
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pass around the chalice
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Due to my Indian ancestry
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at the weed dispensery
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Official kings and gents is who
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I mix and mingle with
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Fuck your ice
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I rock rubies amethyst
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I fuck your wife
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cause she a groupie scandalous
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This for my bad hood bitches
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ghetto glamorous
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Yo what we talkin’ ’bout niggas
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What we talkin’ ’bout niggas
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This is Nas what Nas
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What Nasty what recollect
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At seventeen
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I made seventeen thousand
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livin’ in public housin’
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Integrity in tact reppin’ hard
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They askin’ how he disappear
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and reappear back on top
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Sayin'
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Nas must have naked pictures of
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God or somethin'
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To keep winnin is
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my way like Francis
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As long as I’m breathin'
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I’ll take chances
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A soldier comin’ home
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twenty years old with no legs
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Sayin’ there’s no sense to cry
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and complain
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just go ‘head
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So much to write and say
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yo I don’t know where to start
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So I’ll begin with the basics
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and flow from the heart
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I know you think my life is good
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cause my diamond piece
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But my life been good
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since I started finding peace
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I shouldn’t even be smilin'
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I should be angry and depressed
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I been rich longer than
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I been broke I confess
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I started out broke got rich
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lost paper then made it back
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Like Trump bein’ up down up
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play with cash
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My nigga’s like a locomotive
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Nas we push it
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mush ‘em
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Queensbridge to Bushwick
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Harlem Bronx all that
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You ain’t even supposed to be
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out here
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You know where you at
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At night New York
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eat a slice too hot
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Use my tongue to tear
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the skin hangin’ from the roof
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of my mouth
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Shit was Falicimo melted pot
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city sweltering hot
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Staggerin’ drunker than
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those cops that 2pac shot
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I was a crook by the train
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with that iron thing concealed
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Reachin’soon as I heard them
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iron wheels screechin’
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When it came to a halt
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whoever walked off got caught
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Toker man safe
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behind a locked door for sure
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Minor theif shit
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minor league shit beastin’
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Lookin’ for the young
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but now we older chiefin’
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In my truck play
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The Greatest Adventures
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of Slick Rick
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Buggin’ on
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how his imagination was so sick
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It’s ghetto beef
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sinister niggas snicker
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through yellow teeth
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Alchohol agin’ my niggas
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faster than felonies
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How dare I Must be
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somethin’ in the air
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that corrupts me
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Look at my upkeep
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owned and sublease
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I’m here y’all
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This for my trapped
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in the 90′s niggas
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For my trapped
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in the 90′s niggas
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Ha for y’all niggas
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Loco-Motive (Feat. The Large Professor)
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| Nas |
