[Nas]
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Third grade, singin Star Spandled Banner
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Using proper manners, learned to handle anger
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Animal behavior
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Later on my block rockin wit my jocks on
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Eating Bon Ton cheese popcorn, hummin a KISS rock song
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Socks long to my knees
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Summer breeze runnin through the leaves
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Playin freeze tag, can I stay out, please dad?
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Can I hang wit my little gang out?
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Hearin shots rang out, heard my moms call my name out
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Come upstairs, run up stairs
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Take a bath, shit stained underwears
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Wipe yourself wit paper
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Bad little ass in my bed at 8:30
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Wash my plate, ate dinner up late
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Gazing at the wall, prayin basketball
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Was my future for this young one
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Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
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Later shootin guns fantasizing
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Fascinated by gold rope chains
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Looking back at my hood days but things ain't change
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[Chorus x2: all Nas samples]
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"Nasty-Nasty-Nasty Nas is a rebel to America"
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"Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure"
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"It's like that, you know it's like that"
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"Nas-Nas'll catch wreck", "You got the mad fat fluid"
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[Nas]
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Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes
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Pinky rings, bank robbers wit two's, boss of wild crews
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Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats
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Cadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel spokes
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They was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood
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They had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood
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They played the Cotton Club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
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Plush minks, pimped out gangstas, civil rights wasn't won
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E'ry Christmas they was Santa Claus
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Nixon was the anti-christ
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Bitches ass was bigger than sniffin nose candy white
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Listenin to Malcom speak, talcum powder shaving cream
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Layin back, barber chair, straight razor clean
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Babies is born, big families started to blossom
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Mad people just applied for apartments and got em
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Used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers
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From tommy guns to mac 10's
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QB's new born killers (shit is changed)
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[Chorus x2]
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[Nas]
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Yo everytime I turn around, niggas shot, niggas stabbed
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Winter nights, pregnant girls strugglin to get a cab
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Fiends lurkin, D's searchin, pat pockets
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Kids quick to bed but they heads from gats poppin
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Queensbridge slingers hoppin out Benzes, don status
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Dope fiends got syringes, poppin out they arms sractchin
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I remember park jams
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Gazelles, perfect wave shell
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Adidas, smellin reefer way before purple haze
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Private stock bare, niggas wit ill walks like Mark Clare
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Hats tilted, wild niggas lickin shots in the air
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Me and Pop was there, through the years our names would switch
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Ain't nuttin changed but the names Nastradamus and Blizz
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What project is this?
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QB, Vernon and Tenth
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12th Street, murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat
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What could you tell me, nigga's seen it all in this game
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When it's all said and done, just remember my name
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[Chorus x2]
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The Second Coming
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| Nas |
