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Escobar 600, you just a crumb inside a world

Where the rich run it, curriculum of a mathologist

Deep throats, they try to swallow this

Anthropologists, dynasties of great knowledgists

I preserve in my dome, niggas mics is full of silicone

Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life

I put my word on it

Now you can sleep on or rock or swerve on it

Nas is menage a trois' on Mount Aire lodges

We like a smooth fam', but rougher than El DeBarge's

Catchin charges, of marksmen, livin heartless

Grab a cartridge, cock my shit on some Mobb shit

We mobbin, puttin niggas in mausoleums

From Queens cross the Throgs Neck, heads bop, I see 'em
 
Niggas killing me, since I made mills they not feeling me

Repeat the same stories, lets make some new memories

Everytime I see you, its remember this remember that

See me with my woman, you talk about all the girls we had

How we been around the world and back

How we pack up in ya Act, drove across the map

How we sold packs

How you gonna advance if we cant get past that

You forget about how you ran when you thought that they had macs

Wanna came back around when the shit calm down

Talking about what you woulda shoulda coulda did

'Nas, I woulda took a bullet kid'

Im like 'All is forgotten' always knew you was shook my nig

Lessons in life comes to heart, you got less than ya wife

But I aint even stressing it, right

Aint nobody toe tagging me, aint no hoe in my anatomy

Your character was the casualty

 
My pen taps the paper then my brain's blank

I see dark streets, hustling brothers who keep the same rank

Pumping for something, some uprise, plus some fail

Judges hanging niggas, uncorrect bails, for direct sales

My intellect prevails from a hanging cross with nails

I reinforce the frail, with lyrics that's real

Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats

I decipher prophecies through a mic and say peace.

 
I know you hate to hear the drama but drama's all we know

We laugh with the rich cats when they leave we switch back

Somebody asked yo how he get that with his bitch ass

Comin' through on the humble just to chit chat

He used to be down on the corner with us

He was born with niggas but know he's on to mad figgas

With mad bitches a sharp dresser

Cool nigga but about to be called out by the heart testers

Never known for bustin his chrome

Wasn't soft but wasn't respected till he was grown

School he graduated somebody you could say had made it

While we stayed in the projects walking the pavement

Everybody has their ups and downs

But this one kid had stayed rich while we slang the grave shifts

"I'm tired of it!" said a cat whose name I'mma leave anonymous

Cuz he might take it as some kind of dis

Anyway he saw him driving up inside the projects

Tried to stick him but he got bodied in the process

The victor had become the victim

Thought he had a smooth nigga caught but a smooth nigga licked him
 
Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes

Ran through them hoes, plenty ice, that they all seemed to like

Can't find my man, heard a blam-blam

Now I'm wondering, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?"

He killed the hoes, took all they dough

Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky coming down the stairs

Now he wanting mine, reaching for my nine

Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time

My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering

"Put your gun down, we can skip town"

Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat

Lift off his chain, took his shit, emptied out close range



~Shoot 'Em Up~
 
I'ma prison cell six by nine

Livin hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail

My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house

I'm the place many fear cause there's no way out

I take the sun away put misery instead

When you wit me most folks consider you dead

I saw too many inmates fallin apart

Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark

Convicts think they alone but if they listen close

They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse

All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin

I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin)

I make it hotter in the summer colder in the winter

If the court parole ya then another con enters

No remorse for your tears I seen em too often

When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin

Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep

Make you dream that you free then make you wake up to me

Face to face with a cage no matter your age

I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage

Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out

Cause only you and I know what sufferings about

Yo it's stunning when bed sheets become your woman

And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is coming

Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you

You'll always be my property nigga stay legal



~Last Words~
 
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Been two years ain't nobody catch me

Hennessy and Pepsi my tec will protect me

Outta state made a lot of cake they respect me

Gotta new I.D. hoes want to sex me

Memories of my seed kinda stress me

Because he's two now and his appearance reflects me.
 
Rappers I monkey flip em with the funk rhythm I be kickin

musician, inflicitin composition

of pain, I'm like scarface sniffin cocaine

Holdin an m16, see with the pen I'm extreme
 
I switched my motto, stead of sayin fuck tomorrow

that buck that bought a bottle coulda struck the lotto
 
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Your arms too short to box with god

I don't kill soloists only kill squads

Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas"

Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys

I seen it comin

Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna' do what I do

Came in with my style, so I fathered you

I kept changin on the world since "...Barbeque"

Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with

Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said...

If I, ever make a record

I take a check and put something away for a rainy day to make my exit

But look at me now, ten years deep

Since the project, ??

I never asked to be top of rap's elite

Just a ghetto child tryna' learn the traps of the streets

But look at me now

...Sex with death, indulge in these women

Vision my own skeleton swimmin in eternal fire

Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina

Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds

I beg for God's help, why they love hurtin me?

I'm your disciple, a thug certainly

I'm the N the A to the S-I-R

If I wasn't I must've been Escobar

Forty-five in my waist, starin at my reflection

In the mirror, sittin still in the chair like my conception

When everything around me got cloudy, the chair became a king's throne

My destiny found me

It was clear why the struggle was so painful

Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to

And God, I'm so thankful
 
i hope this hasnt been posted. this one my fav verses from him..

This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light-skinned with herpes

Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C

This is the problem cause he never tell em he got it

From lettin' fags suck him off, Rikers Island in '93

Drives a Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts

Backstage where the stars be, rocking they shirts

In bitches faces like clockwork, what's your name, where you from

Chain blingin', thinkin' girls everywhere is dumb

Taking pride in ruining their lives

So they could never have babies and they could never be wives

He never used a condom. Give him head? He got ya

Met the wrong bitch and now he dead from the monster: AIDS

I contemplate, believing in karma

Those on top could just break and won't be eating tomorrow

I know some bitches who be sleeping on niggas' dreams. They leave

When that nigga blow, she the first bitch on her knees

Knowing dudes that's neglecting their seeds

Instead of taking care of em, they're spending money on trees

I pray for you, deadbeat daddies

Cause when them kids get grown it's too late for you

Now you old and you getting shitted on

It's all scientific, mystic; you know, the Earth and the stars

Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas

What is destined shall be

George Bush killer til George Bush kills me

Much blessings, be healthy. Remember:


this thread starting to look like j.cole dorm room wall

 
The entire half time song.

It's like that, you know it's like that

I got it hemmed now you'll never ge the mic bac

When I attack it ain't an army that can strike back

so I react never calmly on a hype track

I'm a nike head

I wear chains that excite the feds
 
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