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Lil' Drummer Boy

Redman

The Notorious K.I.M.

2000

of self-defense
He killed my best friend
(Who's him?)
I mean them
They was all dressed in blue and they want me dead too
They had real grenade bombs inside

cucumber vibrator thing
Now she squirting
And she pissing me off
Feeling the force
I'm military
Don't think i'm a horse
I'm killing them all
Na me be

nadta, baap na samajta kehta hai kar jo ho mere baska,
Metric me first aa, collector ban ja
Chahiye kya 2 bacche aur biwi
Marta yahan to kya nahi karta

chicks
I know I can't lie about that
And if I keep it real
I never thought again I'd have to write about that
See, word I was still in love when I

with the black stripe
Referee preferably i be feeling myself and I
Ain't on no Ecstasy
But the groupies is and you can
Tell by how they molested me
She

real
Look
Females do not entice me
Talk shit behind my back, in my company they speak nicely
Try'na break brotherhoods, if niggas believe you, won't

Blanche n minks 
Black n blue that's how he Beat up the pink 
Na plenty money only fo kiss me
If U catch feelings e no concern me 
No tok fo me if u no go

She probably mad cause I don't want no dealings with her ain't no feelings for her. 3x

I say na ah, I say na ah.

Baby, how that be my fault like

not still mad that I ain't let em hold the rocket yea
We swing by the oops i keep a chop that gotta loaded stick
Bitch don't kill my vibe
You see I'm

a whole lotta pussy n****s that's geekin' to crash just to still die nameless
Nah For real, I can never let a fuck n***a try to stop me from touchin'

Live at the Barbeque

Main Source

Breaking Atoms

1991

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

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 freak meet

don't play that beat
We're kinda more four on the floor
Na son we don't play that shit
You getting real hard to ignore
Na Son don't care who you are

You say you real you be fakin lil n***a pull up with heat an start bakin lil n****s
You’ll hold the gun an start shakin lil nigga you niggas play games

and a microphone
Studio was far from plush but them lights was on
Couple hunnid thousand stashed at my mama's home
Real estate in Atlanta, but ain't nobody know

no to blue pills

Omo day by day, day by day
I go down on my knees and pray
It's my destiny, it's not your choice
I like I use am pop champagne
Aye mi

but they call him Big PreZ
That n***a must got a ladder, That’s fast how he get up there?

Keep the fye on the pillow, I sleep ready
Don’t come by with

a fuckin' Black & Decker (Yo!)
You ain't got the balls for a real brawl
Gotta beat your ass up till the nightfall
I'm gonna smash your fucking eyeball
Cuz I'm

Yeah the circle real tight like an asshole
Hahaha
We in sync so it's
Bye bye bye
Like hey hey hey hey
Nana na na na
We let it ring ring ring
Banana phone

real ma, with your thick lips and thick thighs
stoke both holes, pass it to Nas
or pass it to Naish, or pass it to Jung
or pass it to Horse, then that

on my wrist
It can drown you
So much reefer in this leaf
It's the loudest
N****as Been running they mouth
Telling on gang
They should get hit
Real ones

like AR
Every real street n***a got a fuck n***a radar 
Bitch don't really like me, all the lil' ho see is paper 
All I got is dick, I told that ho I'm

boat docks with Glocks
And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills
Packin' all the blue steel, we keeps it real inside the battlefield
Yeah,

I know some p***y n****s in they feelings

They don’t address that sh*t to me cuz I don’t feel it 

I keep this sh*t too real they don’t wanna spill