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It don't stop |
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Can't stop |
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Say what? |
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Play your parts |
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Uh-huh, it don't stop |
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Nas Esco' |
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Say what? Huh, uh-huh |
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Uh-huh, it don't stop |
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Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh |
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It don't stop, what? |
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Yea yea, Brave-hearts |
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Guess what y'all? Check it |
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[Verse One: Nas] |
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I, splash y'all dudes with gats I use |
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Ice dangle off my chest cause my cash improve |
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Nice knuckle game, chip-toothed, way of buck and change |
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I want the dough, ****** the fame |
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Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't *******t to me |
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About to have my own ASCAP, and that's that |
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And plus a rotisserie, instead of Kenny Rogers |
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and Benihana's, y'all can eat, plenty at Nas' |
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Buffet of lobsters, dressed in Esco' boxers |
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With honies that sex so proper, best flow since Rakim |
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Liver, personification of drama |
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Describe my, characteristics, murder co-signer |
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Some will smoke embalmin fluid and vomit to it |
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I'm straight chronic, yo it's atomic how I blew up |
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Same ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's, Lee's |
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Nothin changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles |
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[Chorus: Nas] |
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Please, to my ******z |
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To my *******, to my gangsters |
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To my riders, to my ******z |
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To my *******, to my ******z |
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To my riders, to my gangsters |
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To my *******, to my ******z |
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And fly assholes, to my ******z |
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To my *******, Timbaland and Esco' |
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[Mad Skillz] |
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Yo, yo, we rippin tracks, it's like beatin beats with bats |
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Watchin crews change the views when the heat in they back |
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If you hear a click, trust me, you wouldn't hear clack |
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If you push it up front, I got no choice, but to pull it back |
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Your rhymes don't faze me, I'm above em; half y'all raps is |
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born retarded, now you out here tryin to get rid of em |
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You should be sick of it, I posess no flaws |
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That's from the man that made your Head Nod til you Lick-ed his ****** |
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Verses I spit em, when it's my turn to get em, I got hot flows |
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I only do shows for burn victims |
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So **** this mic, and bust out your back, kill you |
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And then they gonna blame me for ****** up rap |
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Who's ****** with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on |
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When you speak in my direction, watch your tone |
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From Q-B to V-A, can't count the blocks we own |
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It's locked and sewn I repeat ******, watch your tone |
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[Chorus] |
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[Timbaland] |
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Yo commmmmme see |
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The big man with the diamonds and the fly Bentleys |
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Ladies loooooovve me; ******z say |
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"Timbaland's really rappin, what the ****** is up B?" |
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Jeallllllousy |
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I kill ******z with seven thangs, most they jackin beats |
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I'm a eight digit niiggy |
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Maybe I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see |
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What? |
