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they never realized how real NAS is so decisive
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it's just the likeness if Isrealites mist that made me write this
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a slight twist of lime rhyme
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be chasin down your primetime
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foos for thouught we rather mind wine
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the Don Juan features the freak shit
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my thesis on how we creep with
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fuckin your wife that ain't so secret
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it's mandatory...see that pussy, they hand it to me
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I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story
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there ain't no drama that my niggas never handle for me
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my gator brand is Maurry
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walking through rough land before me
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where the snakes put a smile on their face
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hoping and praying i'm stuck
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scoping they lay in the cut, weighing my luck
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player hater play this in cell blocks and rock stages
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winking at some females cops with cocked gages
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really it's paper I'm addicted to
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wasn't for rap then I'd sticking you
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that mack inside the triple goose
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face down on the floors, the routine
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don't want hear nobody blow steam
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just cream or it's a smoke screen
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imagine that-- that's why I hardly kick the bragging rap
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I zone to each his own in this ghetto inhabitant
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chorus:
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watch dem niggas that be close to you
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and make sure they do what they're suppose to do
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cause you know they be thinking about smoking you
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never personal nowadays, it's the way
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now how can I perfect this living reckless
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die for my necklace
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crime infested drivin a lexus with a death wish
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jettin, checkin my message on a speaker
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bopping to Mona Lisa brown reefer
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ten g's, gun and my VISA
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cd cranking, doing ninety on the franklin-d-roosevelt
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no selt belt drinking and thinking
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my man caught a bad one son, niggas is frightened
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my movado says seven, the god hour,
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that's if you follow traditions,
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started by the school not far from the Apollo
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my fuck tommorrow motto through the eyes of Pablo
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Escobar the desperado--word to cus D'Amato
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unplugged shit, a thug itself hit sucker for love shit
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seven carat stone that's transparent-- she loves it
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dumb quick, chasin my dick
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made a bum bitch rich, stale fish
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heard she naked in jail flicks
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mamacita black widow turned to be back seater
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satin pillow a pimpstress and willow
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cooking my blow head slow ice swelling
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dishonor the grain--I had to split in my circumference
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be reluctant polishing pistols like gunsmith
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I'm clever--my mama told me take cheddar
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by slugs of drugs whatever calculate better
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rock a iron sweater under soft leather
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harder like Kenyatta from the Donald Goines saga put forth together
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wanted in prison by Queens Narcotic Division
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hundred is missing every time they do a frisking
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all units positioned blitzing cause of the chicken
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I'm out to be captured with no restriction
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Watch Dem Niggaz
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