Lyrics:
You going to be dead by the first 48
My niggas pull up with three 38's
Run up on the gang get shot in the face
My niggas don't play got rugers
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
Made a cup of coffee,
Sat down,
Ate a piece of pie,
Went upstairs,
Played another game of cribbage,
Went back in,
Finished his other masked
the day with grace
Colours of green and colours of red
Burned out in my mind now for good
I want them tonight, I want them so bad
I realised, I understood
climbing mountains, the three peaks
Niggas mad 'cause my bitch bad
We throw ones on strippers
Then we watch them stuff racks in they tip bag
I used
weighing my options of who Hiring
In and out of juvie
I was kicked out of school yeah
Finally got it right by the end of the School year
Working 3 jobs
Colors, colors, are all around
Lots of colors on the ground
Colors in the sky , in the tree
Ten million colors for us to see
A shiny red apple,
limousines. The sun danced on the chromium. Slant
Eyes drowning in the light. Lights turned red as elbows jabbed, voices
Snarled and luck turned sour, Children
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 history
As the baddest rapper there
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
crystallise my clarity
Iʼm blinded by reflections but I see the future spectrums with lucidity
Chorus
And I III, know why they made me wait so long, wait so
rush failures
Because there is no glory in defeat
Water won't ever be hotter by itself
Trouble your mind it won't tire itself
Your mind needs change
Not
bustin' slugs
We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up
And if you from the West Coast, my n*gga westside
[Verse 3: Nas]
Game got at me about
two-door belong in an expo
It's red like a new jar of RAGÚ
I'm sittin' on a plane, but not by you
My window seat, Erykah Badu
You know I can't tell
bricks
My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a fed team
Corleone be turnin' niggas to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus
'Mega, the pretty boy
to sacrifice the pawns?
I've see the Devil in the flesh and tried to grab him by the horns
It's been death after death without havin' time to mourn
Have you
hands that wave
Double edged-sharp
Take part and start the flow of the colour red
Old man Prev, an omen, a legend
Beats are produced by my
the lanes
With that check by my side(dat bag)
Vision stay blurred
I don't see red lights(I don't)
Dreams of foreign whips(whips)
Growing up i had a little
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
by a magnitude of three
And have you seen that maps are different in every country
And Antartica
Is it a ring
Or what they showed us
An ice wall
Three
This is not chronological
It's in order of release
We got Spider-Man, Scarlet Witch
Drax the Destroyer
If you haven't seen the films
A final warnin'
two, by three
And last of all, with his bride's consent
Lady Margaret he went to see
He went unto the parlor door
He knocked until he made
a landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
a landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
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