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Crime, life, bitches, money |
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Time.. |
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For my Braveheart's.. my Braveheart's |
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Uhh, uhh, uhh.. what, what, what? |
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One time.. two times.. |
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From "Breaking Atoms" to "Illmatic", to goin platinum |
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Shit did change course since rippin it with Main Source |
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Nine-one, nine-two, time flew |
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Out of the blue, time for a new young king to rule |
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Younger frame, older state of mind |
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Find my name on a page in your Qu'ran, I learned that, in '89 |
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When I was slingin cocaine and baby 9's |
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Put it in rap and I gave y'all a way to rhyme |
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God guides us, from public assistance to high rises |
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Condos, houses where y'all can't find us |
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Move on your cliques in silence, and wet it up |
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My meal everyday was a slice and 7-Up |
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Took advice from a street legend |
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Identities have been changed, to protect the innocent |
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Witnessin niggaz mistakes, visits at niggaz wakes |
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Cause jealousy infiltrates and seals your fate |
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[Chorus] |
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Look way deep inside yourself |
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Discover the diamond inside, find ya wealth |
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Once you get it, you gotta live it the limit |
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Niggaz never wanna see you with it, F**K THEM THO' |
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Niggaz can't come close enough to touch the dough |
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The lifestyle I live is untouchable |
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So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew |
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Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do |
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[Nas] |
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Different ways to come out the hood - in cuffs or a casket |
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or crazy, or shootin three pointer baskets |
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Or maybe - it's the rap shit, all type of tactics |
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we use to get dough, some choose kickin in doors |
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I asked a reverand, my mother and a best friend |
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less than ten years ago for me to get dough |
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What y'all recommend is either dope weed or blow |
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Cause high school was slow, and jewelry was hot |
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Duckin truancy cops, trains I hopped, to make it downtown |
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Cisco in my veins, pissed between trains |
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Canal Street, just lookin at rings |
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Outside through a glass, went in the store and asked |
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how much it cost, Korean man brushin me off |
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for some other big time customer, probably a hustler |
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who looked down at my small chain and chuckled up |
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I said, "I'll be just like you soon, motherf**ker what?" |
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[Chorus] |
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[Nas] |
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To them niggaz who get life and throw a smile at the judge |
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Wildest thugs, who blow trial, exiled from the hood |
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Keepin bitches, comin through on visits |
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You will survive, them weak freaks think you finished |
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You first time in you known for poppin your toast |
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By your third year in you forgotten by most |
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Niggaz wife cut them out of they life, niggaz don't write |
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Friends actin like they don't be gettin your kites |
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It be ill, niggaz comin home and no time to get killed |
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Not even home a month and they get peeled, backwards |
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in they own backyard or in the park |
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One to the head, two to the heart, you should be smart |
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In the projects, who gon' die next? |
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Hoodrats know who let the gats blow and who keep cashflow |
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Like the niggaz know the rats, with some good asshole |
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Blunts be a good-ass roll while passin your 'dro |
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[Chorus] |
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[Nas] |
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Feel me? |
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One time, huh, two times, uhh uhh uhh |
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What what what? Uhh uhh uhh.. |
