Intro
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Freedom or jail clip's inserted a baby's being born
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Same time a man is murdered the beginning and end
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As far as rap go it's only natural I explain
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My plateau and also what defines my name
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First it was Nasty but times have changed
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Ask me now I'm the artist but hardcore my science for pain
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I spent time in the game kept my mind on fame
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Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of cocaine
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Saw my close friends shot flatline am I sane
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That depends carry Macminus ten's to practice my aim
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On rooftops tape CD covers to trees
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Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze
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Street scriptures for lost souls in the crossroads
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To the corner thugs hustling for cars that cost dough
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To the big dogs living large taking in light
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Pushing big toys getting nice enjoying your life
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Is what you make it suicide few try to take it
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Belt tied around their neck in jail cells naked
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Heaven and hell rap legend presence is felt
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And of course NAS are the letters that spell
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Nas ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ is ■ like Earth ■ ■ ■ Wind & Fire
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rims and tires
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Bulletproof glass inside is the realest driver
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Planets in orbit line 'em up with the stars
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Tarot cards you can see the pharaoh Nas
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Nas is like Iron Mike messiah type
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Before the Christ after the death
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The last one left let my cash invest in stock
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Came a along way from blasting tecs on blocks
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Went from Seiko to Rolex owning acres
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From the projects with no chips to large cake dough
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Dimes giving fellatio siete zeros
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Bet my nine spit for the pesos
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But what's it all worth can't take it with you under this Earth
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Rich men died and tried but none of it worked
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They just rob your grave I'd rather be alive and paid
Before my number's called history's made
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Some'll fall but I rise thug or die
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Making choices that determine my future under the sky
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To rob steal or kill I'm wondering why
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It's a dirty game is any man worthy of fame
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Much success to you even if you wish me the opposite
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Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is
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Nas ■ ■ ■ is ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ like Sex to
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a nympho but nothing sweet
I'm like beef bustin' heat through your windows
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I'm like a street sweeper green leaf breather
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Like Greeks in Egypt learning somethin deep from they teachers
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I'm like crime like your nine your man you would die for
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Always got you I'm like Pac dude you would cry for
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I'm like a whole lot of loot I'm like crisp money
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Corporate accounts from a rich company
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I'm like ecstasy for ladies I'm like all races
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Combined in one man like the 'ninetynine summer jam
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Bulletproof Hummer man
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I'm like being locked down around new faces and none of 'em fam
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I'm the feeling of a millionaire spending a hundred grand
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I'm a poor man's dream a thug poet
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Live it and I write down and I watch it blow up
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Y'all know what I'm like y'all play it your system every night
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Now
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End
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