[Chorus 1 x2: Nas]
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Niggas, y'all be with me to the end
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Real niggas that convince me, we true friends
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From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans
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For you I let my clips empty, you understand?
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[Noreaga:]
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Half gal' of Henny liquor fuck up my liver
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I could do without it, I smoke sour
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And yeah I'm God body, I'm in tune with the objects
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Dead pictures under the benches in all projects
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And I don't care what the mayor say
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It's a recession, they putting bricks on layaway
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And sometimes I wan' stay away
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And change my jumpshot back to a fadeaway
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But everything okay today
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Tomorrow ain't promised though, and you should know it's not
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Hit the church, hit the mosque, go pray and meet Salam
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I ain't tryna kick knowledge and get all religious
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Spit razors out my mouth, give your face stitches
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Coupes with the deep dishes, leather seat posture
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No love for the coppers, no love for the rockers
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I'm authentic, organic, I recognise imposters
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[Chorus 1 x2: Nas]
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[Nas:]
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Yo, if my niggas got drama, I'll murder for them
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I get caught, I say "Your Honor, I murdered that man"
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God forbid, my niggas die, then I'll murder for them
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For every one of mine you take I'm killing ten of your men
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My niggas struggling, share the same pain as me
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Stay thugging cause they share the same pain as me
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On the corner slinging dope, serving fiends like me
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Watching for police, dodging the same thing as me
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If my niggas get caught, they know I'll be there
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Look behind your shoulder in trial, I'll be there
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Help you post bail when you sentenced, I'll be there
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I'll hold fort till you come back, I solemnly swear
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Fuck models when you come out, pop bottles when you come out
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At the gate pick you up, you drive the Hum' out
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License plate, registration, suitcases full of big faces
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If I ain't got it, then we bout to take it
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[Chorus 2 x2: Nas]
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All my niggas rolling with me to the end
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Real niggas that convince me, we true friends
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From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans
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For you I let my clips empty, you understand?
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[Capone:]
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True friends nigga, CNN, God's Son
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Fo'-fo' silencers, we duct tape a witness up
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Everybody dying just to beat a murder trial
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Favor for a favor, that's how I'm on it
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You wet mine, I wet yours, no money exchanged, that's consignment on it
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I send a wreath to foes with condolences
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Emotionless when I'm squeezing, easy to focus kid
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A loyal nigga like Kane and Purnell
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My gangsta is too heavy, try to weigh it on a scale
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From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
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For my niggas, ain't no telling who I'll give it to
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We the same blood type? I'll give my liver too
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Revenge is a promise, that shit is biblical
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I got five, you got two and a half though
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We split everything down the middle like ash yo
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You don't fuck with none of my niggas then don't speak to me
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Frequently I like to "Buckshots" like Evil Dee
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[Chorus 2 x2: Nas]
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With Me
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Capone -N- Noreaga |