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emechago
Ha amagi na anyi ka ne ebi do
On your marks setie anyi eripugo
Anyi eripugo
Day by day
We taking the gospel all the way
We no dey fear
We got his

wu-tang boots
Wit a back like a cobra cursed by the mail
My manicured nails touch a triple beam scale
Baby is a athlete body like a star
Ya talkin real bad

Vocal Band
Lil' Nas X ruined Country
We need to bring back real Country, like Georgia Florida Line
Everything I don't like is Nu-Metal, therefor bad

in his heart 
KC was dead by the 3rd one
That wasn't even Judy real spot
Judy lied to get his head knocked
Judy stayed in the 7th ward 
About a block

Live at the Barbecue

Main Source

Wild Pitch Classics

1994

Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by

the real n****s. Salute!

Look If it wasn’t for doing bad, I wouldn’t know about doing good
The other day they killed my n***a Gunner in my hood
They shot

Show Em What They Won

Nelly

Free City [Clean]

2001

screamin "Keyjuan-na-na"
On the block I Rule like Ja, in the sun like Wa
Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like Cool Bob
See I'm a Ruger shooter,

hated by the principle
Back when n****as used to say my name out just for ridicule
Now when n****as say my name out there it's all subliminal
I say my

N***as real Savage like 21
These n***as is b***** these n***as is hoes
I swear to God they not one of us
Pushing this b**** on god lil n**** it Ain getting

a n***a dead or in jail
(Seems like i could never win)
And i been feeling different ever since, i rather trust a enemy than a relative
(Seems like i could

human
Of being a man, a real man
Tsuiiiiip
Nongsense
See no mom
E no be be na ya fault
Whether you be wear na wetti
Mini skirt, hot pants, open back

Diplomats
50, Banks and Yayo, H.O.V. And Nas
Fnm bullets they got manicures they blue tip (all blue)
Flex, Clue, Angie Martinez shout out to Whoo Kid

Oochie Wally

Braveheart's

XXX Hip Hop, Vol. 2

2004

Sort of like like the game show
"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?"
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up

Sort of like like the game show
"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?"
But my name ain't Regis
Nas the one they call
When they want there thing beat up

to be a winner Rich Froning
Blue line getting thinner by the moment
I thank God for every morning
Knowing there's always families in mourning
Lives cut

hoo, hoo) 
We know sey this life na turn by turn (Real one) 
Nobody know asiko wey i'm own go come
That's why me I dey pray for blessing every day
On air

of me feel
For real
Lost ones that need guidance 
If Nothing Even Matters I can impact you
When It Hurts So Bad 
Turn em to Ex-Factors 
Give me a chance

knot
Then they wanna call me n***a but he a black cop
Tell a white cop he a h*e, eat a fat c**k
Lil blue pig in a suit, he a mascot
Need a boss eat

Dominei os setores
Antes acertavam-me, sou eu que acerto hoje
Querem derrubar o lex do dois seis dois
Mas eu 'tou na minha, sei que hoje sextou, porque

fuck by tonight
She like “Veno you cold” started rolling her eyes
Whipped it out, started sucking my dick with some ice
All my niggas slang fire cuz you

beibis
Hitting on the weekend
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got a line of boys pidiendo mis dígitos
Adicta al feeling
Seen, una noche
Next, blue check (No-nova)
I

best friend ni**as murkin they dawg
It's ironic it was over a bit** word to my dog

Sh*t Shiesty ni**a gtta get it in blood
How you kill a real n**a

raising 
Running from some problems 
But they followed 
Who would know I'd turn out like my father 
By myself I'd rather be unbothered 
Like Why they told

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