[Nas]
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Y´all know what it is...
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The streets named me Illmatic, for that I´m still at it..
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Can´t hate us....
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Fellas...
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[Verse 1]
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Vice behind me on the intersection,
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Sex and drugs, my anthology on perfection,
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Dress superb, admired by conspirers,
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Who wanna try me, but ain´t high enough to four-five me up,
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Child of the eighties, y´all n***as is lazy,
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Complain about labour pains, n***a show me the baby,
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And my n***a Game, light another L, pass the bottle,
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Pro-black, I don´t take cotton out of aspirin bottles,
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Yeah, I learnt my lessons, and heard y´all snitchin´,
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Witnessin´ you rockin´(?) with Nas, confirmed my suspicion,
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Green fatigues on, My n***as I bleed for ´em,
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I can show ´em the water, but can´t make ´em drink it,
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And I can show ´em my fortunes but can´t force ´em to think rich,
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And still I don´t abort ´em (?) when and if they sink quick,
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Ignore the ignorance, I rep the brilliance of Queensbridge,
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And pray to fans, let Murder Inc. live...
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[8 Bars... kind of]
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[The Game]
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I don´t talk about my guns, n***a I just blaze....
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[Verse 2]
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´Pac is watchin´, Big is listenin´,
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While Pun talkin´ to us, Jam Jay still spinnin´,
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To every n***a listenin´
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I was supposed to be amongst kings, my Mom shouted out at my Christening.
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And while you still listenin´, Shyne locked in a man hole,
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Cam got shot inside his lambo´, sample, life is a gamble,
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15 years old red rag around my hand, My sisters used to laugh and call me ´Rambo´,
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Seen Eazy´s legacy melt away like a candle,
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I rekindled the flame,
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Dre created The Game,
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N***a with an attitude from the cloth I came,
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Young homie ate his way up from the bottom of the food chain.
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Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted,
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I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it,
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Now the ball´s in my court, never dribble out of bounds with it.
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Behind the back to Nas, he alley oop to Jigga, N***a
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[8 Bars]
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[Verse 3]
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Me and nasty puffin´, this a classic, trust me,
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How you gon´ pass the dutchie (?) to them n***as that don´t love me,
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I´m talkin´ n***as that never wanted to see me on top,
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Same n***as that never wanted to see the Doctor´s Advocate drop, flop, I think not,
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I´ll fuck you rap n***as like virgins,
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Dre took my training wheels off his curtains.
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I don´t need no encore, no claps, no cheers,
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The Game ain´t over, this the beginning of my career,
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The ending of yours, the endin of his,
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Like Flavor Flav´s clock, I´m back to handle my biz,
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N*gga, it´s Game Time, that was Dre´s favorite line,
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Back when proof was in the booth and I recited his lines,
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And I still think about my n***a from time to time,
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Make me wanna call 50, and let him know what´s on my mind,
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But I just hold back cuz we ain´t beefin like that,
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He aint Big, and I ain´t Pac, and we just eatin off rap.
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One love.
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[8 Bars]
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I´ll do Marsha´s bit if you want, but it seems kinda pointless.
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I thought Nas was on point with his multis, the cotton line is a bit old though.
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Why You Hate The Game
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| the game |
