Lyrics:
homie we don't try
Homie we gettin' rich, homie we gettin' by
Feel me
Usual suspect, when the work hit the dock
The gun jerk first, and then it pop
Hush
I like to body these niggas so don't try it
Na
But I ain't one of these niggas so don't try it
Na
I'll run it back on they bitches walk right by em
shysty for real
They smile in your face, then move by your back like a weasel
E Dub is a dog, beagle
I think when I die Imma come back to life in the form
your battleship and damage it until it vanishes
Back in the black abyss, with the passengers from Manifest
Snatching rappers like rabbits out of these
damn
Who gonna fix the environment
Y'all got me coming back
Switch on the sirens still on my J O B
None of them rappens can fire me
I can't retire yet
The Wind
A black Clark Gable, doin 90 in the Lexus sport a fat cable
Never hold nothing back, I get the stress of my chest
Fell this so all
and listen
Turns out they don’t like that shit they coming back for vengeance
Ok let me tell you all about it
I was in the trenches
I ain’t have an answer for
the track up
So back up or swing or you'll get stung by my stinger
Heard that I was rich and now your bitch is on my dinger
Then I swing the jungle shit so
until Sunday
Back here tryna talk your shit (Oh)
I put in the hours, you can count on it
Knowledge is power, you can trust no bitch
You can trust no
Crashing and burning not learning about what I've crafted
I'm back bitch I'm backspinning on black backboards
You asking about my life and why it
[Chorus]
Yo, by any means I protect my President
It's P.O.P., protect our president
A thoroughbred on the track like the meadowlands
The Secret Service
you, not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to, put the squad on your back did the impossible
It's only logical I spit from the heart, brown paper bag
it is, what's all this tension?
They just see them changes, nigga
I be all by myself, thinkin' 'bout nothin' but life
How the fuck I can change
Dead by dawn
You'll be dead by dawn!
Dead by dawn
You'll be dead by dawn
You'll be dead, you'll be dead
You'll be dead by dawn!
Guess whose back in
the barrel, all I do is see food
Then I get back to droppin' gems like how we doin' Bejeweled, nigga
Watch me, I've escaped the botchery
It's sticky
Whose running it back to the front
Got another hot track
With a beat that claps back stat
While I rap running laps
If this mouth was a gun
It would be
Yo, this is Nas with my Man DJ Clue
The Professional part two
Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that
Straight outta Q.B.
thinking we couldn't make it
Bad energy setting back the mission
Had to learn to sit still and listen
Observing thoughts as they spiral down the drain
Clark
Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside
So many niggas get fucked up in the game
See, that's where they get caught out
There in that word "Game"
'Cause it's not no fuckin' game
When you
doing
You need to start snatching, kick out the mob
Can't show no love at all, don't even turn back
Anyway homie wasn't all that
If he was real he
change
Through it all I still remained the same dude
Back on the wall shit get hard when you want it all
Tough situations but you just can't let it break
love to piss just like R. Kelly
He yoke them up like chic, be quiet
Grab them by the pussy, pussy riot
Go ahead and try it, see what happens
Fuck with my
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
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