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Nas - Affirmative Action - lyrics

* translation of ntm's verses follows at the end of these lyrics
[nas]
Yeah, affirmative action, with my crew, ntm
This is nas escobar
[kool shen]
International remix
Check the lyrics
[ntm]
Chacun sa mafia ,chacun sa mille-fa
Mmh, baby, come wicked nigger
[az]
You sit back relax catching contacts
Sip your cognac
And let's all wash this money
Through this laundry mat
Sneak attack
A new cat is back worth top dollar
In fact touch mines and i'll react
Like a rock wilder
Who pull the late
We play for high stakes at gun point
Catch'em and break undress'em tie'em
With tape no escape
The corleone fettucini capone
Roam in your own zone
Get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We go it sewn
The firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone face it
Homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats
Politician daily with diplomats
See me i'm an official mack
Lex coup triple black
[kool shen]
Pas de don corleone dans mon quartier
Mais si tu deconnes jusqu'au bout faudra jouer les bonnes
Mais y a plus de place pour les rêves
Ici quand on s'élève les rageurs te jettent l'oeil
Même les anges te crèvent
Sache que l'union fait la force mais que la misère la divise
Et qu'en période de crise chacun mise sur son biz
Chacun sa mafia , chacun sa mille-fa
Même l'état fonctionne comme ça
Que d'la gouille-ma déguisée en secrets d'états
Chorus
[foxy brown] the firm, baby
[ntm] chacun sa mafia , chacun sa mille-fa
Aujourd'hui ça se passe comme ça
[foxy brown] the firm, baby
[ntm] chacun sa mafia
[nas] nas with ntm yo the firm connect
[nas]
Yo my mind is seeing through your design
Like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin' on crusted grapes
We lust papes
And push cakes
Inside the casket at just's wake
It's sickening he just finish bidding upstate
And now the project
Is talking that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic
As long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man smoke
Know how to expand coke
And mr coffee
Feds cost me 2 mil to get the system off me
Life's a *****
But god forbid the ***** divorce me
I be flooded with ice or hell fire kid scorch me
Cuban cigars
Meetin' foxy at the mars
Movin' cars
Your top poppy sr escobar
Pour tous mes peeps, je le balance avec mes tripes
J'applique
Et nous affecte, cherche pas, y'a même plus rien qui nous implique
Même la vie nous tient a bout de bras
On oeuvre dans l'ombre
Ayant conscience de notre force
La force du nombre
C'est comme ça qu'on prime dans cette putain de sociét?parallele,
On a le vent dans le dos prêt a voler de nos propres ailes
Chez moi y'a pas de trou , pas...
Non y'a pas de place pour tout ça
Dans mon quartier mon gars
J'ai vue que des gosses qui se bousillent en bas
Chorus (2x)
[joey starr] seine-saint-denis style
[foxy brown] (this verse was removed in the radio/video edit)
In a black camaro
Firm deep all my niggas hail the black esparo
Wallabees be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnels
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In the lex pushed by my nigga jungle
He money bags got moet shan dor
Bundle in 62
They ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin' hard like czar
Sosa, foxy brown, cormega and escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece
Laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters carolina herarra
Be the firm baby, from bk to the bridge
My nigga wiz operation firm biz
So what the deal is
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me
Mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred
Cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times 3
We got three-quarters of another key
The firm baby, volume one uh!
[ntm] seine-saint-denis style (3x)
Suprême ntm nas dans la place
Seine-saint-denis style ... (fading out)
--- * this section is a translation of the french verses in the song * ---
[kool shen]
No don corleone in my area
But if you ***** up you'll have to do dirt
But there's no time for dreamin'
Here when you go up, jealous people come
Even angels want you dead
Know unity is power but wisery divides
And in time of crisis, everybody watch its own business
Every man to his mafia, every man to his family
Even the government is working like this
Only scheming hidden as state secret
[joey starr]
For all my peeps, i finger him
I act
It affects us, don't look, we're not implicated in anything anymore
We act in the shadow
Being aware of our power
The fact that we are numerous
That's how we live in this *****in' parallel society
We got the wind in our back ready to fly with our own wings
Here is no hole, no...
No time for all this
In my area man
I only saw children killing themselves downstair

Nas - American Way (feat. Kelis) - lyrics

*Sample* Nas: "Political"
Newscaster: "Recently there has been an emergence of socially
conscious and political rappers.It seems to be
a new trend in the Hip-Hop world."
*DJ scratches sample* Nas: "Nas is a rebel to America" 3X*
[Vers 1: Nas]
Yeah, check it, uh
Spot build-rocker, lil' papa killed Hoffa
Beard lil' longer, feel strong and I'll stop ya
Drill sergeant, still thorough, wheelbarrows of distilled vodka
Get me real bonkers like Will Ferrell on cat tranquilizer
Rap guys get bank and think they messiahs, but they liars
Vote fo who now? You're red, white and blue?
I'm American too, but I ain't with the president's crew
What you peddlin' and who you peddlin' to?
You ain't got the ghetto with you
Try'na lead my sheep to the slaughterhouse
Talkin 'bout +Rap the Vote+, you ain't thought about
The black vote mean nathan, who you gonna elect
Satan or Satan? In the hood nothin is changin, uh
We ain't got no choices who to choose
Ten-years ago they were tryin to stop our voices
And end Hip-Hop, they some hypocrites
Condoleeza Rice - I don't really get this chick
Tell her if she ever really cared about poor schools
About poor children, then she gotta prove that she
ain't just another coon Uncle Tom fool
Like these MC's, gotta give 'em the rules
Lie to the youth, Uncle Tom you confused
Might as well give the Hip-Hop community a noose
Need a truce with the gangs and some food for the hungry
On Kerry nuts, he look at you like a monkey
You MC's on that old slavery path
The Bushs'll look at yo' ass and laugh
See, it's all about community, let's help ourselves
Cops brutalize us get dealt with with shells
It's our turn, it's 'bout time we win
Need somebody as the hood as my councilman, uh
[Chorus: Kelis]
Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(Nas: Cause that's the American way)
Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
[Verse 2: Nas]
Up in the steam room chillin', exfoliating the skin
It's rarely men conversatin' on ends, probably businessmen
I sense good taste, and they watch us, the spots an expensive place
Manhattan New York, I'm try'na keep steamin'
It's good for the lungs, had plans for the evening
This man leans in, his boys laughing
Now I'm the spokesperson for Black men, this always happens
Says, "Since all Black women care about is who got dough
And all we do is call them either ***** or a Black hoe"
I say first brotha you ain't gotta be that cold
Since you ignorant, I'ma show you how the facts go
The biggest example in scandal of history
Were Monica Lewinksy or Donald Trump's pimping spree
Most woman who love Jeevanji of Gucci
Are pretentious non-Black groupies or floozies
But who are we to blame, not the dames
It's a man-made game, in essence our woman the same
Beautiful creatures, Black girls birthed the earth
So they deserve to earn man's purse
Matter fact, I'm about to go shopping with my dime
Catch you cowards the next time, the next rhyme, uh
[Chorus: Kelis singing]
Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(Nas: That's the American way)
Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(Nas: Cause that's the American way.What up, K?)
Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(Nas: That's the American way)
Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way, shit
(Nas: Ha, yeah)
I don't care about the runaways
I don't care about who's gay
I don't care about dying of AIDS
But I care if I got paid
Who even cares about the president?
I think they're making a mistake
I don't care about the hurricane
As long as my family's safe
I don't care about the candidates
They burnt this country to bits
Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way (Nas: Uh)
Can we make a change
You know it's not overnight
Let's start the fight (Nas: And ya don't stop, uh)
Can we make a change
You know it's not overnight
Let's start the fight (Nas: Yeah)
Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way
*Sample* Nas: Nas is a rebel to America!

Nas - Big Girl - lyrics

[chorus]
(youre a big girl now)
Fully grown with your hormones now
Got your own home and you alone
Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out
(no more daddys little girl)
You a big girl now, in a world, where these niggas are foul
You coud be aborting the next michael jordan
Your man dont wanna be around
(youre a big girl now)
Shes sexy, she got it, she ride it
Every nigga wanna be inside it
(no more daddys little girl)
I need her, Ill eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of sheba
[verse 1]
Im the type thatll get you by the fireplace
Get you hype when I lick it, put it in your face
Sipping red wine, is it bedtime
You can kick it with your nigga while we listen to faith
Im feeling richer today
I can hit it then stay
Lingerie make me take it to the kitchen and play
We got champagne, whipped cream, ima grab a bucket of ice
Bubble bath running, and the candlelight feeling so right
Its your night, no stress, no fight
Mad at your ex, cause his dough tight
Never go right when youre with him
Try you best to forget him
Cause its easy to please me
Cd skip when your head board hit the wall
Call for the law
Right when you cum, Im biting your tongue
Make your legs cramp up, you cant stand up
You can hit a blunt if you want
Ima pull my pants up
We can discuss a weekend of lust on top of the trust
Tell me whats the reason for us
To love or to *****
Im the thug that you want
If its gangster we cant front
If you want me I can stay around
If you need me, Im here for you
How that sound?
Now its up to you
Depending on how you wanna get down
Cause youre a big girl now
[chorus]
[verse 2]
Got your name and your number in my cell phone
Hear your voice and I wonder where you are, if you all alone
If you in a good mood, if you not
Or you thinking bout you was at my spot
What we did when we got hot
Is you dreaming you had me?
Is you creaming your panties?
Like a king, fed me grapes, and you fanned me
On the couch, to the floor, to the bed, to the sink
And we ate each other like candy
Under the covers, two intimate lovers
You ***** a nigga like you mad at me
Throw the ass to me
You should be glad to be
In the presence of a real thug as bad as me
While Im in the streets with my murdering squad
You talking to your friends that Im hurting it hard
How Im making my rod, how I make you say oh god
Every hoe that you know wanna know nas
Gotta dodge all the blowjobs, getting hard
Cause you know how these girls are
Wearing tight shit, no panties, no bra
Running up to my car with menage a trois suggestions
Starting to get an erection
Guessing, only if you knew how your crew stressing
Complexion chocolatey, fondle me, thinking its time to leave
I need time to breathe
Wanna follow me, ironically
You pop up, throwing bottles at my tahoe
Like its my fault
But you dont wanna talk
Dont wanna hear nothing, all of a sudden
You and the shorty start scuffing
Now shorty dumping you out
Cant let her get the best of you
So I rescue you
Only thing left to do was to grab her
So you can jab her, get a cheap shot
You dont wanna feel chumped
Now here the cops come
So we gotta run to the ride
Then we drive off through the traffic
Dont panic, but you know how we gotta manage
Looking at your face
And the damage in your facial
Every angle cant let it faze you
No reason to be insecure or immature
Baby girl see the world is yours
[chorus fade out]

Nas - Snitch Alibi - lyrics

Nas, let's go, yeah.
This was here for the snitches, yeah
Gangstas keep your hands up, yeah
Snitch alibi, yeah.
[Chorus:]
To the snitch alibi nigger I can't tell,
I know you won't tell, I know you know well,
On the block... thus we make our male,
Why you're playing to be a gangsta I can't tell,
Nigger, I can't tell, nigger you ain't gonna tell,
And before you go to jail maybe you ain't gonna tell,
Before you get a bell nigger you ain't gonna tell.
To the snitch alibi, I, I know you...
I know your nigger is a... up,
You eat fat stereo, fat... work for the,..
Man you're a loser or zero,
... your move your is a hero,
Therefore, you lack... like a,..
Lose though 'cause you... crack game like a... so,
Nigga you better be careful.
Yeah, I'm losing this game,
Better answer not name,
Got to watch out of your plane,
'Cause they gonna tell, gonna tell.
Yeah, I'm losing this game,
Better answer not name,
Got to watch out of your plane,
'Cause they gonna tell, gonna tell, they gonna tell.
[Chorus:]
To the snitch alibi nigger I can't tell,
I know you won't tell, I know you know well,
On the block... thus we make our male,
Why you're playing to be a gangsta I can't tell,
Nigger, I can't tell, nigger you ain't gonna tell,
And before you go to jail maybe you ain't gonna tell,
Before you get a bell nigger you ain't gonna tell.
To the snitch alibi, you better be careful,
'Cause you're walking on the wrong side
... there's where you stay for the long while,
... brothers you left to die
Mother *****er, you FBI, what happen to street, what unrespect,
Turning to Al Pacino and Johnny Depp,
'Cause you tell undercover...
Sing alibi taught it was a stand up guy.
[Chorus]
They don't tell, they don't tell, they don't tell.
You know what now,
There's one thing I can stand as a middle...
The police... you can't witness, you just... mother *****er,
... than you're wick and...
[Chorus:]
To the snitch alibi.

Nas - Let 'Em Hang - lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yea, it's like that
They wanna know how nigga do it, youknawhati'masayin
I had a nigga come up to me and ask me and shit
Why I ain't got that, youknawhati'msayin
***** nigga get on your job, nigga let your nuts hang beeitch
Check it out though
[Chorus: V-12]
These well, theeeeeese
41st side Lake Entertainment
Oh yea, if you come to QB you gonna get...
[Nas]
Yo, foes decompose in their coffins, hoes creepin with bosses
No sleep in my fortress break day thinkin of losses
Taxes and IRS government gangstas
But I'm a scientist in love with big president faces
My residence changes from ghetto to acres
Avoidin jealousy snake shit
Can't afford another felony lake bent drivin them Porsche
Niggaz sayin Nas came through Wit a flyin saucers
With some strange shoes on the tirin flossin
So now they know wanna offer 'em killin stick 'em and cost 'em
Catch him slippin, trippin get 'em for all his fortune
Sup with this Nas hatred, y'all can suck my dick
Got these niggaz wives ***** makin them ***** my fist
My mystique have the world froze
My physique got me dressed up in shell toes
In ganga leaf, I inhale slow
I'm from out of town capsule some kind of portal
Spittin these rhyme at you like a martyr
[Chorus: V-12]
Lay low, lay low (lay low)
Cuz all y'all niggaz won't (y'all niggaz)
If you come to QB you goin to get murdered
You goin to get murdered (murdered, murdered)
You going to get murdered (Why get shot up)
If you come to QB you goin to get murdered
[Lake]
Sayin old dudes jewel me, now salute me
I've grew more than they ever though I would be
Havin no pops to mourn me, just show me
God didn't plan for another man to control me
You know me from bustin my gun blood
Even up in north my cell smell like Christian Dior
Before I lost my case I had to gain mastered
Been had heart now my papers startin to match it
I stack til they capture me and kept a bottle of half-a-G
And sold 20's while I rap to beast
My wifey beef over my robberies
But they put my man in the "L" still on the armory
Loyal to the heritage, though I put 7 in it
Dudes s***** me, word to Spanky, I never snitch
I put a bullet in your face 'fore I go to Jake
Rule number 1 out here, don't ***** with Lake
[Chorus: V-12]
Lay low, lay low (lay low)
Cuz all y'all niggaz won't (y'all niggaz)
If you come to QB your goin to get murdered
Your goin to get chopped up, (murdered) boxed up
Your goin to get murdered
If you come to QB your goin to get...
[Nas]
Yo, yo, yo
Our guns are haunted with the ghost of body
Smoke 'em like we suppose to
Your whole crew come to face to face with shotty
Told you!, Bravehearted we appear when it's on
Light up your block like its day time y'all niggaz be gone
So many niggaz that's be pursuin Nas when they spot me
They be jumpin out of movin cars and landin on my Tims
I tell 'em be careful don't damage the skin
Amateurs cram around wit the hopes to get glance at the end
[Lake]
Aiyo most of my friends have ulterior motives
I'm wise cuz I realize that sounds is golden
Mourned shorty from cat shacky who wrote to me
Livin through them back then was givin hope to me
I control many, being a flossiest
Most notorious, Queensbridge extortionist
Love my hood no question, I'm gonna rep it
But I'm not just a QB tenant, I'm the president
[Chorus: V-12]

Nas - Life Is What You Make It - lyrics

[nas]
Yo ill will, ruff ryders
What what, sraight like that
You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer
Gangsta or buster, youngster or old nigga
A weed head, a coke sniffer
You rich or a broke nigga
Know you all relate to this shit that I wrote niggas
Lots of my mans trapped up in a max
Penatentary, sending me letters I answer back
That eventually, we all be bentleyed out
Throwing campaigns, ***** it Im running for white house
My niggas control senate, pipe seats jeeps tinted
Mad lewinsky chicks, some kinky shit
Did dirt now I knew it would come back one day
So Im on point, scrap, prepare for gunplay
Stared at one face, thought it was beef he looked familiar
Ready to blast ,nigga gave me daps said I feel ya
Cant believe how my life changed
From the hood, the first time in my life I can say I did the right thing
Chorus: 4x
Life is what you make it nigga, ima make it
No matter what it takes my nigga, we gonna take it(uh)
[dmx]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Everyday shit, around the way shit got me stressed (what)
So I keep on the vest in case a nigga wanna test (uh)
I got no time for games cause Im all grown up
You wanna joke nigga? laugh when you get blown up (come on)
See how funny it is when your kids aint got no father
Cause you played it sweet now you floating in the harbor (for real)
Shit is hectic so respect it for your health (what)
Didnt think it was right, you shouldve checked it yourself (come on)
Life is too short to get caught up in some dumb shit
Wake up one day, 40 years old on some bumb shit
Time flew by, you was too fly to see the light
Everyday its getting darker then comes the night
Now what? (what) realize that you aint got shit (uh)
Not long ago you was the man on some hot shit
So just peep the flow yo, cause you already in this
Make sure your shit is right kid and handle your business (uh huh)
Chorus
[nas]
Make history before you go
***** the misery, you po we gettin doe
Except the ? dollars? other reasons why Im living yo (why? )
Time is viable
Low and behold the young, black, and powerful
Got to eat yo, everyday my daughters feet grow
You wack and cheap with the doe, my heat could blow
Payin doctors when Im born, a preacher when Im buried
Thats why cash is needed for my kids to inherit
Gotta pay just for living, tax life is a bness (business)
If you catch a bad deal, watch your life deminish
Deals made by God and the devil, and we in it
Pawns in the game, cant complain or say shit
Just strap up and hold on, hope for the best
Prepare for the worse, no fears no nothing on earth
No tears if Im dumped in a hearse, I wont be the first
Nor the last nigga, lets get this cash nigga
Chorus

Nas - Smokin' - lyrics

Bis-mi-allah a-rahman a-rahim
(to the gods.. to the gods.. to the earths)
Pass that shit homey
[intro/chorus]
Now tell me what yall smokin
What kinda heat yll holdin
Well is your creep move potent
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass em to my niggaz cmon
We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin
We got the plan in motion
I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass em to my niggaz cmon
[verse one]
Zoom, from outer space he comes
Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun
*****es flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guys
Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized
What is his race nation or creed?
Is he arabic, black, latin, asian they read
Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens
Spit at judges, stepped on peasants
But in reality, I just entered your galaxy
September 73, up in these wild streets
*****in these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn)
And my mystique got em tearin my clothes
[chorus]
[verse two]
My nigga smoke with one lung
If he cough he might die, passin me trees
The liquor bottles almost empty
We about to collide, with the enemy
Only way you die if its meant to be
You *****in with a general
No discussion is the principle we bustin its the end of you
Now we knockin on your mama door
Like we cam to fix the sink; my kind of war
Death, angels comin for you
Spirit horse runnin from your body like young guns 1 and 2
Paramedics fightin for you, whos gon win?
The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
Dont cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by your casket, spit in your face
Enter the fog dog, the light is your guide
And when youre gone all your niggaz gon light it with nas
[chorus]
[verse three]
Pardon but I gotta question of life now
Look at the nigga next to you right now
Is he real, fake or scared
Do it like this niggaz right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist and put it over your heart
Now lets say it all together let the ceremony start
I shall - stay real stay true stay holdin figures
Never put a ***** over my niggaz
I shall never, cooperate with the law
Never snake me I always hold you down in war
If they take one of mine, I take one of theirs
I never break the oath to the death I swear
I swear thats how we pledge alegiance, to the alliance
Of underworlds killers and thugs, though the science
Of a nigga still yet to be found
So light up some green, and pass it around (just pass it around)
[chorus]
[repeat until fade]
Wanna get high, come smoke with me
Smoke with me, light it up

Nas - 2nd Childhood - lyrics

[nas] yeah, hahaha
Cause when I flow the for the street.. - .. who else could it be
Nas..
[nas]
Yo
Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
Was years back, before nasir would explore a career in rap
As a music dude, I mastered this rubiks cube
Godzilla, fought gargantua, eyes glued to the tube
Was a, long time ago, john boy ice
Geronimo po-lice jumpin out chryslers, easywider paper
Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla
Outside was psychoes, killers
Saw divine, goon and chungo, lil turkey
R.i.p. tyrone, member no cursin front of ms. vercey
Big percy, crazy paul, the sledge sisters
My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
I knew, all that Id seen had meant somethin
Learned early, to fear none little nas was huntin
Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily
Yall actin like some old folks yall dont hear me
Yo Im in my second childhood
[chorus: repeat 2x]
Cause when I flow the for the street.. - .. who else could it be
N-a-s - nas..
Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.. - queensbridge
Make everything right.. - get yours, nigga
[nas]
Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms crib
Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid
Cornrows in his hair, still slingin, got a crew
They break his moms furniture, watchin comicview
Got babies by different ladies high smokin ls
In the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds
So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years
Sittin on, different benches like its musical chairs
All his peoples moved on in life, hes on the corners at night
With young dudes its them he wanna be like
Its sad but its fun to him right? he never grew up
31 and cant give his youth, hes in his second childhood
[chorus]
[nas]
Baby girl shes always talkin name droppin hangin late
Drinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin
E poppin ecstasy takin, wont finish her education
Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with limitations
Lustin men, many hotels, fendi chanel
With nothin in her bank account frontin she do well
Her kid suffers he dont get that love he deserve
He the sun, she the earth, single mom, even worse
No job never stay workin, mad purty
Shorty they call her the brain surgeon
Time flyin she the same person, never matures
All her friends married doin well
Shes in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12
Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right, polite, guess shes in her second childhood
[chorus]
Who else could it be.. - n-a-s - nas..

Nas - A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People - lyrics

[Verse 1: Nas]
I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds
Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads
Abrochrombie & Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
Hitch***** of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed
The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spit
Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Viewmount
Otisville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale
Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk
War hurts much to gain 'til the day we all say
May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away
At our enemies, may they die easily
Long as they perish forever's what freedom means to me
Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things
Thrown away, zonin' grey, GT, Diesel jeans
Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts
On some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushed
And they're aware of us though
And we don't give a flyin' 7-47 ***** though
Stayin' on my hus-tle
[beat change]
[Verse 2: Nas]
A message to those who trapped us up, from federal guys who backed them up
We never will die, we black and tough, lead in your eye, we strapped to bust
Half of us been locked up inside the beast, look at the time we see
Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreams
Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin' on innocent women and children
It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings
But I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' just stand and watch you die
I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand -- come on let's ride
A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ
The same regime, what God has built you never can break
What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws
You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting
You devils will run back into the caves you came from
Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won
Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations

Nas - A Queens Story - lyrics

Wave to the side of his dome, definition of good ? yo
Gangstas don't die, niggas only become immortal
Angels no longer fly, they walk right before you
In front of you, it's foul what this honey could do
Cats corrupt, so loyal
I hung with E-Money too, the *****in' truth
There was Stretch from my squad
I could've died the same night that Stretch died
I just got out of his ride
He dropped me off then drove to Springfield
November 30th another Queens king killed
It *****ed me up y'all
I was just tryin' to make it with Steve Stoute
The legal way, drug-free route
Back in the days they was sleepin' on us
Brooklyn keep on takin' it, Manhattan keep on makin' it

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