[Nas Escobar]
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You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
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Desperados, travellin
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What the fuck's up son?
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We could do this word up, we could do this
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Chrous: The Firm
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Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right
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Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice
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I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it
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Tell it like it is, the raw shit never rewarded
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(repeat 2X)
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(Nas)
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We bust guns, my mans bring coke to customs
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Rock garments like Muslims speaking with deep wisdoms
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Fat ganja sack be the reason my lungs are black
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It's tons of crack that made the pimp game fall off track
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Horseback ride hoes, these black desperados
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1 4 point O's, blaze hydros with my compadres
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Rock waves, cop jade trainos
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Getting facials and toes done, I rolls one
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Notch up, hold glocks up, in hot tubs
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Get my cock sucked, pop slugs through bathroom doors
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Scan my bitch, fucking with me
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Hoes pull on cancer sticks, dressed in AX and Verso
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?Murson Halo?, gimme head, gimme dough
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Platinum triple times, nickel nine, simple crime
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Equal hard times, ask ?? benting since 79
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He sent me a vine, he told me get mine
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No dig, so numb, coking up rum
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Plottin', kill bitches with the dick then call Cochran
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Passing Caz level, Daytona ice bezzle
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You lay away, I take the day, flossing icecycles
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Who am I to trust, Pablo, he copped the pie from us
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Your wifeys private lust, asking me to tie her up
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The fame and fortune got rappers put in early coffins
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Niggas talking shit, broke, bragging and pushing Volkswagens
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Sell ya tapes up at the ?Jagin?, fake saggin'
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You should've plotted with the cats who get paid
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Retarded, 4 20's riding past
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Diamonds that cut glass, Firm get the paper then we dash
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(Foxy Brown)
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?? I done held it back, fuck y'all
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You movin too quick, don't push ya luck y'all
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The way I chiz, have these rap cats thinking you rich
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Iced it up, frontin', then your girlfriends picked
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If you thorough like you say you is, hoe catch up
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No time for the slack up, my funds on the stack up
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Glitterd up, rocks is kinda brolic now, give it up
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BK a'day, go hey, shorty live it up
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Laced up in anything, placed up cocksucker
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It be the tuckers and the suckers that 'll try to fuck ya
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See me, I'm pretty slimmy on the 3D
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Copped the Burgundy E, my nigga copped the 450
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LS, now what the fuck you gon tell us
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That have your main man talking shit from the plain land
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Watch this, I get my pussy licked on the tropics
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Bare chested, finnesed it, VVS'ed it
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Spit mines, legally on the get mines
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Straight jack move, while ya crew wanna dickride
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Hate on me, bitch you slopped it and I rocks this
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?? from your idol, ain't no stopping this
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Got a little H, bag anything in the mirages
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Got these cats licking toes and giving massages
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Bonita, Platinum Visa where the cars is
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We all know the stars and the shorty who's the ?laggis?
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Caked up though, I'm g'd up, copping jade trainos
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Word life, put that on my dick and my chips
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Dippin' in the Yukon with all the jewels on
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The unspeakable truth song, bent, gotta move on
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[Canibus]
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At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt
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Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself
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Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
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I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade
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I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
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and change the position of your brain
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My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
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nigga, get ya wig peeled back
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I scalp you like the indians on horseback
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Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback
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Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
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Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
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Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
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Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
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From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT's
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It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that
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In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
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tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack
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I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
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Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
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