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(AZ) |
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Yea, back off vacation |
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Time to send y'all pros on a permanent vacation though |
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Check my track record, respect is my black Lexus |
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Expect me to act reckless, I'm rich and I'm ass naked |
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A mink with half leopard, my drinks and my glass separate |
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I roll and I'm half breathless, just stroll through my last message |
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Like...niggaz can't be serious |
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Never that leery shit, shit I'm mysterious |
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Move mystique on 'em, the doses increase on 'em |
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You ghost if you sleep on 'em |
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No joke when my peeps stormin |
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The cars they come in heavy |
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The God of the Serengeti |
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I charge with a large machete |
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And carve through ya starvin belly |
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Like...you shoulda known I was serious |
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Still the prettiest, point blank period |
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(Nas) |
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Feedin while alligators on swamps, got miles and acres |
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No comp, whether it's freestyle, or written down on papers |
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So far, I've been down from maybe, a decade, I'm still the raw-rest |
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Plus, suede, and ferragamo's, cause the made jury's on us |
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Garments fly apartments, they buggin say Nastradamus |
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Just wasn't one of my hardest, sold over a mil regardless |
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Chill with them hard looks, I spark clips |
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If you blood, or Muslim, 5 percent God, or crip |
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(AZ) |
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Yea, ok |
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Guns in the glove compartment |
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I'm dapper but love the nonsense |
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The rappin up of my conscience |
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I'm strapped when I come to conscious |
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Attack with a hundred monsters |
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They black and they runnin bonkers |
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We back and we come to conquer |
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(Nas) |
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To master the fucking genre |
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Like, niggaz can't be serious |
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Still the grittiest, point blank period |
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Flow tight as a midget's closet |
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As tight as a prison block is |
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No sight of po-lice, when we riot |
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Fightin the system, fired |
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Be quiet, when I'm approaching |
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Get tired, jump out the roses |
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Sip Meyer's Rum out in open |
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I'm smokin that hydro, choking |
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I'm scopin, my eyes are on you |
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Don't reach cause I tried to warn you |
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No street corner Nas won't come to |
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To bomb you, 4 5's will harm you |
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Eccentric, I'm live but calm too |
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Cordial, but crazy cautious |
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Roll through with some crazy gorgeous |
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Hoes, bodies like lady horses |
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Like, my whole stampede serious |
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Ya'll niggaz is funny like Eddie Murphy's "Delirious" |
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Sped up or real slow, never neo-soul |
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Hip-Hop only rockin with homey, we Co-D's |
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Nas not no Hives, or Coldplay |
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If there was an old days, we pioneered it |
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Anthony Cruz, Nasir Jones shit, very serious |
