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Town house niggas

I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries

Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired

While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up

A million of us, each nigga inchin' ta bust

You got a house in Virginia

The only way you sicker than us

Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck

No need for the gun play, it's ok, cause you dyin' anyway
 
From OJ to Kobe, uh let's call him Tobe

First he played his life cool just like Michael

Now he rock ice too just like I do

Yo, you can't do better than that?

The hotel clerk who adjusts the bathroom mat?

Now you lose sponsorships that you thought had your back

Yeah, you beat the rap jiggaboo, fake nigga you

You turn around then you shit on Shaq

Who woulda knew, Mr. Goodie-Two-Shoes

He love a little butt crack, got enough cash

Little kids with they bus pass who look up to you

To do something for the youth, stupid spoof

But you let them use you as an example

They would rep, but our heroes got they hands full
 
Rip the Freeway shoot through Memphis with Money Bags

Stop in Philly, order cheese steaks and eat Beans' fast

And bring it back up top, remove the fake King of New York

You show off, I count dough off, when you sample my voice

I rule you, before you used to rap like the FU-Shnickens

Nas designed your "Blueprint", who you kidding?

Is he H to the izz-O, M to the Izz-O?

For shizzle' you phony, the rapper version of Sisqo?

'Stillmatic Freestyle"
 
Jesus died at age 33, there's thirty-three shots

from twin glocks there's sixteen apiece, that's thirty-two

Which means, one of my guns was holdin 17

Twenty-seven hit your crew, six went into you

Everybody gotta die sometime hope your funeral never get shot up, bullets tear through the innocent, nothing is fair, niggas roll up shooting from wheelchairs"
 
They say I'm all about murder murder and kill kill

But what about Grindhouse and Kill Bill?

What about Cheney and Halliburton?

The back door deals on oil fields?

How is Nas the most violent person?
 
its a thin line between paper and hate,

friends and snakes, 9 milli's and 38's

hell or the pearly gates, i was destined to come

predicted, blame God he blew breath in my lungs

2nd to none
 
S2J;6816890 said:
Ghandi was a...Ghandhi was a fool,

Ngga fight to the death

The US army is a school that teach ya plights of conquests

My goodness.

to me thats one of the best quotables in his catalog and the way he implemented it into that particular song. classic.
 
clairascanbe;6816913 said:
Town house niggas

I'm six cribs deep, six bank accounts in six countries

Na I'm lyin', who gives a fuck that's so tired

While pictures of Bravehearts just livin' it up

A million of us, each nigga inchin' ta bust

You got a house in Virginia

The only way you sicker than us

Gettin' bagged with .22's now you's a ridiculous fuck

No need for the gun play, it's ok, cause you dyin' anyway

This shit snatched Cam's soul..
 
The golden child shot that ass up 'cause you was holdin' out

Let the streets be the courts, and corner is holdin' trial

Fatal not fictitious, I rocked the cable eighty-sixes

Foriegn cars young with crazy bitches

Mad smoke makes me able to quote, solicitin'

ill editions of that Murder I Wrote

A provocative plan can bring a knot to my hand

As the pyramids that stand on top of the sand

I want cheese, numerous seeds and real weed

I pleaded guilty, like Bob Marley the weed killed me

I intercourse verbally, poetic purgery

They copy words of me, leads to murder in the third degree

I learned to live life fast

So I could count very large amounts of cash with Kurupt, Tha Pound and Daz

Im Nasty, Nas be large but not flashy

Laid up in the Cutt dipped up, like what the stash do
 
"Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God

It's not a facade, it's a fact these rappers wanna be Nas

My Exodus doesn't exist, I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mind

Even with sleep, I'm duckin nines in my dreams"
 
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Yea, Feds feast on street dons, look at their teeth showin'

Salivatin' at the mouth, South to East Orange

Keep pourin' that liquor, but nigga don't sleep on it

You'll be givin' up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it

For legal fees in the penal dorm

Screamin' on the horn with 'bout thirty years on your conscience

I'm watchin' brothers disappear, it's appallin'

Some dudes had just only a year of ballin'

Counter-intelligence found a strange evidence

Still we behind the wheel with heat on us, hangin' with predicates


"Hold down the Block"..
 
Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors

Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors

Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator

Why not? It might've saved later from my block

 
Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood

Our values so low our values are no good

Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded

Cause now we need it

We older almost able t...

I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful?

Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit

Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way

Such a innocent child is what some say

I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are

Like a star not a worry in this world thus far

But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention

I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant
 
illedout;6817227 said:
Yea, Feds feast on street dons, look at their teeth showin'

Salivatin' at the mouth, South to East Orange

Keep pourin' that liquor, but nigga don't sleep on it

You'll be givin' up your Jesus piece to your peeps to pawn it

For legal fees in the penal dorm

Screamin' on the horn with 'bout thirty years on your conscience

I'm watchin' brothers disappear, it's appallin'

Some dudes had just only a year of ballin'

Counter-intelligence found a strange evidence

Still we behind the wheel with heat on us, hangin' with predicates


"Hold down the Block"..

Damn forgot about that song. Nice drop
 
A project minded individual, criminal tactics

Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive

Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional they describe us

They liars, at the end of the day, we fuckin survivors
 
When you’re too hood to be in them Hollywood circles

And you’re too rich to be in that hood that birthed you

And you become better than legends you thought were the greatest

And outgrow women you love and thought you could stay with

 

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