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Nas. Queens get the money. Niggas still screaming, paper chasing. Where presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations. Over steak with Masons. Pregnant teens give birth to
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Bravehearts Uh, uh, uh, now let's get it all in perspective. For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step wit'. Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice. But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas
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Song Carry On Tradition. Artist Nas. Yea, niggaz want to talk about this rap *. Niggaz want to talk about this money. About these cars, these homes, these labels. Clothes, sneakers, big money *
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record, respect it. Nas get you out your seats, play this in your Jeeps. My people in the streets, I make it feel like its the beach. My goons close by, Im daring one of yall to reach. Im protected
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are less important. . Verse 2. This morning I got a call, nearly split my wig. This social network said "Nas go and get ya kid". She's on Twitter, I know she ain't gon post no pic. Of herself
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Gambia to Guadeloupe Paris to Napoli. Say Zambia to Honolulu back to Tripoli. And everybody want a future living happily. Chorus - Joss Stone & singers Nas - Verse 2. Can you blame my generation
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-Hop is still alive. Like y'all ain't in agreement wit Nas Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn. Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn. Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own
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, he plotted a plan for Polygram. Life is ill, again life's a movie. Then, the roster's Cypress Hill, Nas, and Fugees Before I sold records, no promotion. The rap world like, what's all this commotion
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Finally, a change from these fake rap artists. Me and Nas bring it to your hardest. Finally, real niggaz that are Billboard charters. Me and Nas bring it to your hardest Skills provide the shows
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("HIT MEH!!"). . Sample of the late James Brown's "Get Up, Get Into It, Get Involved" plays. . Nas. Redhead Kingpin, Tim Dog, have you seen 'em?. Kwame, King Tee or King Sun. Super Lover Cee
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*. . Chorus samples from "New York State of Mind" (repeat 4X). . "I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" -> Nas. "I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin" -> Nas
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Nas Ft Mary J. Blige Reach Out. Nas Ft Mary J. Blige Reach Out
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?. Where where them dumbs at? Nas. I slow dance with the Devil. Snow setting in the bezzle. Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville. Polo black scented, eyes squinted. Air Force One's, with my own
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?. Where where them dumbs at? Nas. I slow dance with the Devil. Snow setting in the bezzle. Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville. Polo black scented, eyes squinted. Air Force One's, with my own
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Intro Chrisette Michele. Hip-Hop - it will never die. Hip-Hop - Hip-Hop will never, never die. . Verse 1 Nas. Ghetto niggaz struttin' with nothin' but dreams and Queens broke. Mack-10's, you
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Bài hát Adam And Eve - Nas, The-Dream. Verse 1 Nas. The ghetto Othello, the Moor. Oh my God, they speak venomous on the boy. Oh my Lord, my enemy is fear, and I'm sure. Oh my God, they want the end
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my imagination, to change the situation. . Verse 1 Nas. Yea, Feds feast on street dons, look at their teeth showin'. Salivatin' at the mouth, South to East Orange. Keep pourin' that liquor, but
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Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby. Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat, na nah nah nah nah. . Nas. Now slowly, thinkin of all the things that oppose me. I think of kings who died and rappers out to
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another. killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale Lennox speaking - movie dialogue. Who wan' test me, c'mon!. Me shot pussy-hole fi fun Nas Escobar. Hot corners, cops with warrants, every
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another. killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale Lennox speaking - movie dialogue. Who wan' test me, c'mon!. Me shot pussy-hole fi fun Nas Escobar. Hot corners, cops with warrants, every
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Nas. Everybody's an Enemy. Telling me lies and it's killing me. Why they all want to get rid of me. Everybody's my enemy. Several try to disguise the devil in them. Wanting to get into my
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behind). Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up. Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up. My face once graced promotional Sony trucks. Hundred million in billin', I helped build 'em up. Gave
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a real anthem?. Nas, the millionaire, the mansion. When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme?. Never on schedule, but always on time These streets hold my deepest days. This hood taught
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behind). Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up. Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up. My face once graced promotional Sony trucks. Hundred million in billin', I helped build 'em up. Gave
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world. VERSE 1 - Nas. Yeah!. Got out the 600. Blunted. Chicks hunt him. Neighborhood know he comin'. Jakes hate him. Snakes could not violate him. Pimps memorize his lines-verbatim. He reps N. Y
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Kids. I know I can (I know I can). Be what I wanna be (be what I wanna be). If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it). I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be). . Nas. Be, B-Boys
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discipline. His presence inspired those men with the discipline he imposed on his own life. Louis Farrakhan". . Nas. No revolutionary gets old or so I'm told. Your left full of bullet holes when you tell
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Nas. It's sly Fox, cyclops. We locked in an idiot box. The video slots broadcasting Waco Dividian plots. They own YouTube, Myspace. When this ignorant * going to stop?. They monopolize and
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Intro (Nas talking). Yo, it's like waking up from a bad dream (Americaaa). Just to figure out you wasn't dreaming in the first place (Nooo. ). . Verse. If all I saw was gangsters. Coming up as
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how you try you never can. Cause where I'm from, what I see you wouldn't understand. Where I been, where I been You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver?. Not me, call me Lucky Nas
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how you try you never can. Cause where I'm from, what I see you wouldn't understand. Where I been, where I been You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver?. Not me, call me Lucky Nas
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, nobody's helpin shorty doo-wop. Rollin two Phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops. He said, "Nas, niggaz could be bustin' off the roof. So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
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die. You'll make maggots turn to flies, fuckin' wit' Nas. Remember anyone can get it at anytime Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie. Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are. So
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it's Nas, yo. Grey Goose and a whole lotta hydro. Only describe us as soldier survivors. Stay laced in the best, well dressed. With finesse in a white tee, looking for wifey. Thug girl who fly and