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Official......Nas......niggas!
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Word up
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Somethin new for you
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[?]
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Hear to make moves, get mines automatically
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(?) rhyme master, rapidly tragedies
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Guns like Butch Cassidy, nasty like Dick Dastardly
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As I be gradually (distorted) like (gunshot)
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Glowin, blowin, flowin, goin, fast at it like Jesse Owens
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Make you throw in, the towel, I will
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Do all sorts of moves through all sports
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Rhymes blew all thoughts, all crews to dust, it's us
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Official, Nastee, the aggy still ghastly
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You triple S nigga, soft sexy and sassy
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We crash, I break your cast, and yes, we get busy
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I'ma do my show, get my dough, and lick titties
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I'm shitty, I diarrehea on the globe
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Fire flee up on your clothes
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And like 'squito up on your hoe
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In case you didn't know, I stay free flow
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Officially, this'll be your chance to see how ill this nigga
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be, go figure
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[Chorus:]
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For every nigga show me love, two niggas hate me
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For every bitch that show me love, two bitches tryin to take me
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For every nigga show me love, two niggas hate me
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[?]
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Yo, black dust, miraculous
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Head rush, hoes blush, it's only us
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Shit's lush, shit we lust, is plush, Lexus
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My techs bust, your guns rust, to God trust
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Walk the path righteous, priceless
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Nigga you shine like ice crushed
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You get your shit bust, no more to discuss
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Nigga's jeal-e-ous, cuz bitches feel us
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The wild, rebel-e-ous, hell yes
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Niggas is whack, we pack dust
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Official Nas niggas back us, can't fuck with us
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[?]
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Umm, my gun's wettin, like a open hydrant
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Got you hidin, from shots firin
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From hot iron
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You gotta realize, your block's dyin
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Put skis on your knees and start sliding
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My clock's timin, not tryin, to see us not shinin
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I'm eye blindin, hearts, hearts like a lion
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You're not lyin, superstar then a dine in
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Your insides cryin, rip your outside in
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[Chorus] (repeats)
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Schemin in the back
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See I'm schemin in the back
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[Sticky Fingaz]
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Act like you don't know, I put you in the choke hold
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Rampage the logos, nigga here is loco
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I still get respect if I had no dough
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Sport Polo, always keep a low pro
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If it's a promo, this nigga here no show
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About my no low, I never drive slo-mo
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Faster than Go Go, if it ain't me it's so so
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Kick in your door, wavin the four four
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All you hear is shots until there ain't no more
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Hit you with the low blow, you can't go toe toe
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I rub elbow, with niggas in cell blo', and New York City
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hellhole
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Still in they jail clo'
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Old school niggas with Kango, and shell toe
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Mix hats with Hydro, and Cocoa
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How you gonna fuck with my click if you can't fuck with me solo?
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Checkmate, no go
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Black Dust
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