[Intro: NAS]
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Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin projects
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Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here
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Niggaz just don't understand the story
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[Chorus: Pop]
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Niggaz die for the street glory
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Go to trial get tried for each story
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And each nigga got a story
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And QB the streets call me
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So if you see me slippin' reach for me
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I'm goin' after street glory
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Go to trial get tried for each story
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And each nigga got a story
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And QB the streets call me
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So if you see me slippin' reach for me
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I'm goin' after street glory
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[NAS]
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Yo,
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Every time I turn around niggaz shot, niggaz stabbed
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When tonight's pregnant girls strugling to get a cab
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Fiends lurkin', D's searchin' pat pockets
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Kids put to bed duck they heads from gas poppin'
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Queensbridge slingin' hoppin' our benches
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Don status, throw feeds, got sirenges
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Poppin' out they arm scratched
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Now remember parked (??)
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Cuz' else perfect ways, shell adidas
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Smellin' reefer way before purple haze
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Private stock peer nigga with ill walks like Mark Clare
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Has tilted wild niggaz lickin' shots in the air
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Me and Pop was there through the years our names have switched
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Ain't nothin' changed but the names Nastradamus and Blitz
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What project is this? QB burnin' in tint
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12th street murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat
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What could you tell me? Niggas seen it all in this game
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When it's all said and done just remember our name
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[Pop]
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I'm familiar with the dead grass drama black gates and crime
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Embryo of the ghetto born face and time
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Niggas shatter they dreams while I'm chasing mine
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Ghetto fame got a fellow's name draped and shined
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How do I describe an atmosphere where streets are polluted?
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Where corruptors and new police being recruited
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Somehow I make it through the day stayin' secluded
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While the blues aim leavin' another slain, executed
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Many thought's cause I see the past grimmly
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That could've been me, explodes out on 41st and 10th street
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Through all the pap grease and street chases
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Sudden raids and confrontations leadin the misdeamenor weed cases
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I blew smoke through hallway window
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Watched the buddah clouds lingo
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Pluckin the blunt brokes from my fingers
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My eyes flip different shades
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Similar to people you meet everyday who be displayin' wicked ways
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Seein' nothing but another day
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In this six story rat trap
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Them gats clap another nigga's blazed
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Events in my hood rotate
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Like the battle on the 38 snob in the world of fake love
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Before I blaze son, I'm kissing the slugs
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Coming at you kisses and hugs
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When death calls who's really a thug
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The street glory got me deeply in love
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Can't shake it, can't take it, can't make it
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Got me needin' this drug
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[Chorus]
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Street Glory
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Nas |