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[Nas]
Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the
scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police
paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never
haunts me
While, funny style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to
Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life Props as a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do
a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the
unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

[Raekwon] Perhaps bullets bust niggas discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it
through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break,
fiends licking plates
In the building niggas building, like little children, staring Them older niggas ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in your baggage Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble
like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the real worth
Police
questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, sending messages Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars my crew feel 'em like swords
[Ghostface]
With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends
found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I
see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot,
flooded with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm next on line
And
what the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Green Bay
hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're
staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks
surrendering, come home not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress
shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop
wringer style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told your boo you
was whyling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class
cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!" Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen
stashing ice picks
Well I'mma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae
got the best product on the block

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Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Songwriters: DIGGS, ROBERT F. / WOODS, COREY / PORTER, DAVID / WILLIAMS, RONALD GERALD