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buy up da mall 
 
Show me how u living 
Huh
Don't look back I'm on na 
Lotta ppl left me huh 
Hmm “laugh” but I'm gone na 

Call me Dre kuger cause im

that's a nice lil' cool tip
Aye You tryna fuck that, that's not how we do it
I'm in her ear like a Q-tip
I know a real quick way to get blue strips
Ayy, I

breathe for they pockets
N***a please, we weak on trust
And if you disagree, you freon huff...ha
Thick craniums try your luck, but
You know I gotta real

D-Elite

Royce da 5'9"

Rock City [Version 2.0]

2002

mind ill steal rhyme skill
Nas couldn't rhyme for this, Nickel-Nine will
I go through, cool out, blow a whole crew
Cool out bro, out-glow a whole

know be the ones who ask why
That His imperial majesty really get crucify
Allow'll real get the colour blue in ah the sky
Why after you feed the youth

Oochie Wally

QB Finest

Westwood Presents, Vol. 2

2001

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

Oochie Wally

Bravehearts

Lovin It, Vol. 2

2003

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

One thing, I'm not as weak
I'll always stand alone
But my mind is not made of stone
So I'll go on

[Repeat 1]

[Nas]
Chipped tooth don
Nasty, blue ice

Moment, only time can snap you out that potion
Barely teen zygotes in 43 cycle
Place like cathedral, school by the sea motto
Blue T's, cargo, khaki like

Dat Im Trippin When Im Off Tha Hennessy
N Im Trippin When This Bitch Steady Talkin Talkin Cheap,
Big Blues Wont Fold So I Keep Em Real Neat,
I Be Happy

Anytime am down
I don't talk I put it all in a song
I need money
Cos I gotta feed my family
Blue turn black,friend turn opp
Am still me,for real
Know

clone me y'all niggas blow me
I told you get ya shit together for I leave you by ya lonely 
Now you lookin lonely
A real nigga bonin  got me monin
Til 6

lifted
I'm get it real loud
I'm gonna get it poppin' up in this bitch
We gonna really shut shit down

Screamin' money money money
Let's spend some now
We

off)
Real niggas are such a rarity
I think we dying off so (damn)
Baby I can’t take no time off (na)
No time off
But she think I need some time off

communities
And it's moving me unusually to a different direction
A section that's real and that will never kill my reflection
And life's a blessing but it's

Live at the Barbeque

Main Source

Pass the Mic: The Posse Album

1996

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

kennst meine.
Mannschaft true Gs bin kein schweizer doch will blue cheese.
Money kommt alles gucci.

Shout out dem homie B-Me.
Nein du machst es nicht wie

hoes hoes
I said Whao!! Hot Damn, na nah
I said Whao!!! Whao
I said Whao!!! Hot Damn, na nah
I said Whao!! Whao
Hold up, hold up hold up

Getting ready

no way, no way

To be a real warrior
Power perceived may be power achieved
A$HW1N

Shenron

Coming home to the place by the fire
Still shaken by my

impressive his fins were hard and blue,
but in his lonely path our friend was lost, he had no clue.

(Namazöoh:) Na-ma-zöoh?

(Râhoola:) Discreet and quiet

Before she is misbehaves and she Choke me
Black raves out of blue feed me into a slaughter machine
Bit by bit her sweet speeches like honey
Enough to draw

this motherfuckin' game!

When a little time go by, they forget what you've done for them
Always tried to comfort them, now you ready to come for them

You Can't Kill Me

Nas

Hip Hop Is Dead [Clean]

2006

out how it went

It was just cool like, smooth night wit' my jewels bright
Goons left goons right, coupe wit' blue lights
Bad girls in black pearls,

for all the independent women
Soul clap for all my homies straight thuggin'
Clap for the real MCs buzzin'
We the leaders of the new school

[Verse 1]