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  • ******, y'all be with me to the end
    Real ****** that convince me, we true friends
    From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans
    For you I let my clips empty, you understand? [Noreaga:]
    Half gal' of
    Henny liquor **** up my liver
    I could do without it,
    I smoke sour
    And yeah I'm
    God body,
    I'm in tune with the objects
    Dead pictures under the benches in all projects
    And I don't care what the mayor say
    It's a recession, they putting bricks on layaway
    And sometimes
    I wan' stay away
    And change my jumpshot back to a fadeaway
    But everything okay today
    Tomorrow ain't promised though, and you should know it's not
    Hit the church, hit the mosque, go pray and meet
    Salam I ain't tryna kick knowledge and get all religious
    Spit razors out my mouth, give your face stitches
    Coupes with the deep dishes, leather seat posture
    No love for the coppers, no love for the rockers
    I'm authentic, organic,
    I recognise imposters [Chorus 1 x2: Nas] [Nas:]
    Yo, if my ****** got drama,
    I'll murder for them
    I get caught,
    I say "Your Honor, I murdered that man"
    God forbid, my ****** die, then
    I'll murder for them
    For every one of mine you take
    I'm killing ten of your men
    My ****** struggling, share the same pain as me
    Stay thugging cause they share the same pain as me
    On the corner slinging ****, serving fiends like me
    Watching for police, dodging the same thing as me
    If my ****** get caught, they know
    I'll be there
    Look behind your shoulder in trial,
    I'll be there
    Help you post bail when you sentenced,
    I'll be there
    I'll hold fort till you come back,
    I solemnly swear
    **** models when you come out, pop bottles when you come out
    At the gate pick you up, you drive the
    Hum' out License plate, registration, suitcases full of big faces
    If I ain't got it, then we bout to take it [Chorus 2 x2: Nas]
    All my ****** rolling with me to the end
    Real ****** that convince me, we true friends
    From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans
    For you I let my clips empty, you understand? [Capone:]
    True friends *****,
    CNN, God's
    Son Fo'-fo' silencers, we duct tape a witness up
    Everybody dying just to beat a murder trial
    Favor for a favor, that's how
    I'm on it
    You wet mine,
    I wet yours, no money exchanged, that's consignment on it
    I send a wreath to foes with condolences
    Emotionless when
    I'm squeezing, easy to focus kid
    A loyal ***** like
    Kane and Purnell
    My gangsta is too heavy, try to weigh it on a scale
    From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
    For my ******, ain't no telling who
    I'll give it to
    We the same blood type?
    I'll give my liver too
    Revenge is a promise, that **** is biblical
    I got five, you got two and a half though
    We split everything down the middle like ash yo
    You don't **** with none of my ****** then don't speak to me
    Frequently
    I like to "Buckshots" like
    Evil Dee [Chorus 2 x2: Nas]
  • ******, y'all be with me to the end
    Real ****** that convince me, we true friends
    From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans
    For you I let my clips empty, you understand? [Noreaga:]
    Half gal' of
    Henny liquor **** up my liver
    I could do without it,
    I smoke sour
    And yeah I'm
    God body,
    I'm in tune with the objects
    Dead pictures under the benches in all projects
    And I don't care what the mayor say
    It's a recession, they putting bricks on layaway
    And sometimes
    I wan' stay away
    And change my jumpshot back to a fadeaway
    But everything okay today
    Tomorrow ain't promised though, and you should know it's not
    Hit the church, hit the mosque, go pray and meet
    Salam I ain't tryna kick knowledge and get all religious
    Spit razors out my mouth, give your face stitches
    Coupes with the deep dishes, leather seat posture
    No love for the coppers, no love for the rockers
    I'm authentic, organic,
    I recognise imposters [Chorus 1 x2: Nas] [Nas:]
    Yo, if my ****** got drama,
    I'll murder for them
    I get caught,
    I say "Your Honor, I murdered that man"
    God forbid, my ****** die, then
    I'll murder for them
    For every one of mine you take
    I'm killing ten of your men
    My ****** struggling, share the same pain as me
    Stay thugging cause they share the same pain as me
    On the corner slinging ****, serving fiends like me
    Watching for police, dodging the same thing as me
    If my ****** get caught, they know
    I'll be there
    Look behind your shoulder in trial,
    I'll be there
    Help you post bail when you sentenced,
    I'll be there
    I'll hold fort till you come back,
    I solemnly swear
    **** models when you come out, pop bottles when you come out
    At the gate pick you up, you drive the
    Hum' out License plate, registration, suitcases full of big faces
    If I ain't got it, then we bout to take it [Chorus 2 x2: Nas]
    All my ****** rolling with me to the end
    Real ****** that convince me, we true friends
    From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans
    For you I let my clips empty, you understand? [Capone:]
    True friends *****,
    CNN, God's
    Son Fo'-fo' silencers, we duct tape a witness up
    Everybody dying just to beat a murder trial
    Favor for a favor, that's how
    I'm on it
    You wet mine,
    I wet yours, no money exchanged, that's consignment on it
    I send a wreath to foes with condolences
    Emotionless when
    I'm squeezing, easy to focus kid
    A loyal ***** like
    Kane and Purnell
    My gangsta is too heavy, try to weigh it on a scale
    From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
    For my ******, ain't no telling who
    I'll give it to
    We the same blood type?
    I'll give my liver too
    Revenge is a promise, that **** is biblical
    I got five, you got two and a half though
    We split everything down the middle like ash yo
    You don't **** with none of my ****** then don't speak to me
    Frequently
    I like to "Buckshots" like
    Evil Dee [Chorus 2 x2: Nas]