[Nas] Yeah, hahaha
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"Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be"
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"Nas.."
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[Nas]
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Yo
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Explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
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Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap
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As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube
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Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube
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Was a, long time ago, John Boy Ice
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Geronimo po-lice jumpin out Chryslers, easywider paper
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Pops puffin his sess, punchin his chest like a gorilla
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Outside was psychoes, killers
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Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey
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R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin front of Ms. Vercey
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Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters
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My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
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I knew, all that I'd seen had meant somethin
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Learned early, to fear none little Nas was huntin
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Livin carefree laughin, got jokes on the daily
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Y'all actin like some old folks y'all don't hear me
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Yo I'm in my second childhood
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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"Cause when I flow the for the street.." - ".. who else could it be"
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"N-A-S" - "Nas.."
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"Resurrect, through the birth of my seed.." - "Queensbridge"
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"Make everything right.." - "Get yours, nigga"
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[Nas]
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Yo, dude is 31, livin in his moms crib
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Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid
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Cornrows in his hair, still slingin, got a crew
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They break his moms furniture, watchin Comicview
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Got babies by different ladies high smokin L's
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in the same spot he stood since, eighty-five well
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When his stash slow, he be crazy
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Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
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Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
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They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds
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So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years
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Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs
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All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night
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with young dudes it's them he wanna be like
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It's sad but it's fun to him right? He never grew up
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31 and can't give his youth, he's in his second childhood
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[Chorus]
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[Nas]
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Baby girl she's always talkin name droppin hangin late
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Drinkin smokin hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin
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E poppin Ecstasy takin, won't finish her education
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Best friend she keeps changin, stuck with limitations
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Lustin men, many hotels, Fendi Chanel
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With nothin in her bank account frontin she do well
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Her kid suffers he don't get that love he deserve
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He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse
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No job never stay workin, mad purty
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Shorty they call her the brain surgeon
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Time flyin she the same person, never matures
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All her friends married doin well
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She's in the streets yakkety yakkin like she was 12
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Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights
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Selfish in her own right, polite, guess she's in her second childhood
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[Chorus]
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"Who else could it be.." - "N-A-S" - "Nas.."
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2nd Childhood
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