Lyrics:
300 deep
I say it 300 times
We what the streets wanna see
Feel like 300 Spartans
Stomping with 600 feet
Squad up! squad, squad
Squad up! squad, squad
sleep and finding beats to eat
In the money, the team keeps my moola incoming
By the law of attraction
Lose the prejudice of being born in poverty
underground.
See us 6 feet under ground
It doesn't matter what those morons say
It's Murda I N C Uh
The world is calling me
My demons haunt me this
[C-Bo]
First off we the mutha fuckin' Thug Lords
Now for all you niggas bangin', that mutha fuckin' West Coast like nigga?
You know what I'm
not him then you got it confused, why'all not remembering,
My motto is simply I will not lose, abide by the block rules,
I buy my glock used, wit
to see
An emcee (like D) inside the place (to be)
And have you heard that he is third and his name is Jay
I'm Run the A
D the Deuce
And Jay's the Tre'
on my feet can I really just do it though
Right back to my shit past
I write and I bridge gaps
From my my past
I think back
Too the days that
I was
Gucci kicks on my feet
Best believe
This is heat
When I post you gon retweet yah
Jays on my feet
Feeling slique
Take a pic
Damn im always looking neat
and fly high
Bo! Bo! and fly high like Bo! Bo!
So on this road to success, I grew up in the boat o'y'all
Gettin closed by the jets
I learned my code
And its jumping from the free throw
Like MJ
Sees nothing pass by
Like Steve and Pass
Say boy you lightning fast
On the Utah Jazz
Like Dr. J shorts
My
make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by
hidin
I stay ina city like biden
That shyt electric the way i be slidin and wildin
Idk why they keep foulin
Call up my plug n stash it by the island
the spoon
Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto-
Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe
I see Euros, that's right, plural
I took so much change from this rap
the meter
I wear a wife beater
Sip lean by the liter
Half a band at the mall
Got jays for the fall Get food by the call
See the teeth ima dog
Got blood in
what you wanna do?
Got a freak em dress on, them newbies on her feet
And them bottles with the sparkles
So the other girls can see that she's
Hey, I
a leave a legacy like Im Jay-Z
When It comes to money I ain't ever lazy
Shout out the homies always keep me on my grind
Man im always making music, never
sure everything you endure stays tight
Big [boom] Lord Tariq, Jay-Z, outta sight
[Chorus 1]
[Nas]
I spend nights on corners, see the crack, cop my
girl, saw my feet
She's really mean
But me and Tarise, Tarise gets me
When I look up into the sky
All I see, is the thousands of people who won't miss me
no no don't address them
Can't you see how they dress them
They probably surrounded by models and a
Bunch of them yes men
I'm surrounded by no-men oh
to see what he's seen
But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream
I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my
Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
That I met one day
On my way back from John Jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train
I tap
You can't get like me NOPE
You can't get like me
Bapes on my feet
Jays on his feet
Platinum on my neck
Gold in my teeth
And uhh
You can't get like me
face
I just want some motherfuckin' feet on my face
You make my dick spring when I see the dead skin
Stroke up and down on my foreskin
I do your
me, what's your name?
Can I get my grown man on for one second?
Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hanging wit' Jay-Z, Jay-Z
Lady,
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