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Nobody Gave us a Choice
Had to go find it
Nothing comes to a sleeper
You just wasting timing
Young nigga we was playing with the torch
We was Throwing

they won't 

stop it

Though it's just my dad's mum and la mama de la mama'

Played your mum my album and she's like "T come on
 
by!"

And I'll come

by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot

1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with

Top
They Kno We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop

U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Homeboy I Cant Hear Ya
I

Bellys in the back pocket
Getting ready for my close up
Whipping through these backstreets
Please don't hesitate to pour one

And Little by little
We keep

the Backstreet Boys
I remember that like it was last week

You had me in a haze every single day, all that I could think about was us
And as long as your body was

a comeback like I'm Tony Parker
Call my assistant I need me cover
My album be fire
Ill still drop another one
You mimick my style
You got nothing on none of us

album like a bird in a corner store
Keep it real boy
Trill got the good dope!
See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe
About an ounce of that good dolja
We

Do It, See It, Be It

Q-Tip

Amplified

1999

real. 
I'm 'bout to do my thing to shine. 
Said everybody
Shine. 
See'mon."

It's not luck that I'm sittin' here 
Spittin' for y'all.
Preeld in by

blind us
Define where the lines are
Do not let your silence imply you're alright with the type of agenda they try to prescribe us
Admire, inspired by

Tree by Fall Out Boy
Jimmy Eats World Bleed American
Red Hot Chili Peppers Californication By The Way
Gimme Some Peter Bjorn and John
The Avett Brothers

'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent

Holla at Me

Fat Joe

Listennn... The Album

2006

nutty like Almond Joy
My boy toy IE got to sleep and eat
Got the sweets and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like a ass whipping
The album dropped

Rock Kids

Sick Puppies

Welcome to the Real World

2001

the backstreet boys 
And britney spears
Where they gonna be in the next few years
We got bullshit songs written by old farts
In the hopes that one of them will

spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo

the purpose of doing all this talking

Summer '88, or was it '89
Or was it winter-time, ah, nevermind
I'm in my room, boomin' drawin' LL Cool J album covers

Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,

person now they approach with homage
A bunch of red shirts offended by the coaches comments
Lately they compensate me with blood, I don’t do gold

crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder

I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle

Many nights, I’ve been out with the boys
In backstreets getting high and bloodshot
As you’re being surrounded by white noise
Waiting for me to get

They put two bathrobes on the door
Just like they'd always done before
Two coffee cups by the sink
Two cans of coke for us to drink
I got the table

a legend in the backseat
We dem boys no backstreet
But I still want it that way
If you ask me
Get it?
Prolly not
Yeah, I'm real but they hardly not
You can

rap to get free
From what these labels
Wanna portray us to be
See you rap for the clout
I rap to get free
By the same industry
That made and raped
Both

tell that by the cash difference
I could never be one of these lil' sorry ass niggas
Last thing that boy see gon' be a body bag zipper
Send him down