Lyrics:
By accident
I found a room to rent
Above a bar they called little Joe’s
It was a big old shack
Off the beaten track
But man, I was tired of the road
passin' niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
Man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to life.
Qu new york, you try
Through thick and thin
From beginning to the end
Never do I lose, all I do is win
'Cause Queensbridge is in the house
This is Nas Escobar and I turns it out
see?
The cops just killed another black man that look just like me
And nah, this ain't the first time, and it won't be the last
Unless you stand up
to try
Just kick off your shoes, get on the floor
This is what we came here for
Oooooh, you've got to break it down
You've got to get it out
Just get
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
say shun
Is it just another one of my subliminal ways of racism
Your face is numb, your stunned, your look is cold
Like that of a man of seventy some
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
man
Flickin' Starter coats, man
Man, you don't know, man
We don't care what people say
This is for my niggas outside all winter
'Cause this
deserted
Artillery man
Is everybody dead ?
Journalist:
Not everybody
Look !
Six cannons with gunners standing by
Artillery man:
It's bows and arrows
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
to me is realistic, my dead homie said "Say dat then"
Guess this where I'm supposed to vent, huh?
Under scrutiny, all my oppurtunity went, huh?
Reality
Staring at the straw man you wrong man
This here is a straw man on god man
Burning down the straw man with arson
You will be so wrong man by burning
real, this is no cap)
I'm your instructor, Mud (I swear on my life)
(I plead the fifth as well)
Ayy, I say right foot, left foot, step up, shoot
busting my balls
With all due respect, we don't even need to be fucking with y'all (man)
And we can't help it cause it is like this
We don't like it no
mind and it's grinding
I'm no toy, get your hands off my body, boy
It's not that type of party
You place or mine, is a played out lie
To quote this
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
to hooves now
Devil may cry, watch your step, never look down
Living on a planet ran by killers, and the crooks now
If you haven't noticed, here's my line
bout when he ain't
Talking to you bout why he can't
Be your man you sure you want to know
Here it is
[Verse 1]
My girl say I don't love her
She
to bring my first child into this world
That is shown love long before they realize what hate even is
And I pray, that they never have to feel, more broken
the house
[T]
This goes out to my man Tamere
He's definitely in here
What's up to my homey cool G Rap and my Brand Nubian brothers
Special shout out
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