[Verse 1:]
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Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella
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Moet drinkin, marijuana smokin street dweller
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Who's always on the corner, rollin up blessed
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When I dress, it's never nuttin less than Guess
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Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back, huh
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Love committin sins and my friends sell crack
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This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
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The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
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Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggaz and crab stunts
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So I guzzle my Hennesey while pullin on mad blunts
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The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
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The type of nigga who be pissin in your elevator
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Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
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Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames
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Now I'm into fat chains, sex and Tecs
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Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's
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It's like that ya'll... I neva stop ya'll...
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Cause Nasty Nas got the ghetto Hip Hop ya'll
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Straight out of the Bridge
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[Verse 2:]
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It's Real and any day could be your last in the jungle
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Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggaz tumble
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The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
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Who don't care, guzzlin beers, we all stare at the out-of-towners
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Yo... You beta get it on time kid...
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Star razor under my tongue... and near my gums
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When I'm not strapped... I'll blow just before you cock your glocc back
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Touch your temple, and leave you leaking, while I'm speaking
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Cause shit that I be freaking, gives me papers, while I'm sleeping... G
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I walk around mega hard, like wateva God...
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You could'ntcount how many niggas my bretta scarred
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I light the marijuana smoke, and chicks
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And posers that I'm smoking with
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Could'nttake it, my ganja left emotionless
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I leave your brain stuck
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Giving hoes a plain fuck
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They call me Nasty, but I'm not with the strange stuff
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When I'm drunk, I stagger right and lyrics with a dagger
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Next stabber catchin reck, badder than a tec would had-a...
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Lefted struck, now whose next up...
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I murder, send me to San Quentin and I'm lynching niggas... Word Up
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A sing-sing, fuck is a hang, still is the same thing...
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No... matter the cell blockNas will be named King
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I slaughter... drinking head rock...
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Fuck sum water, peace to all the niggas with my shit in ya tape recorder
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To all the scramblers, be careful
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Goin hand in, hand
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Cause on the yo, yo chill, chill, Word to Mother
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Nasty Nas Freestyle, Part 2
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