[Intro: Nas]
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It’s like a cold story repeated over and over
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In the winters of my mind
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This shit be real, man
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Shit’s crazy out here
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Yo Yo, Yo what up y’all?
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That’s my niggas over there. Word
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[Verse 1: Nas]
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If you scared to take chances, you’ll never have the answers
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I could tell the future of a dude how his stance is
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Wonder will he shoot then you should study where his hands is
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Is he gonna cock it and pop it? His waistband big
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But he don’t have that thing in him, slangin’ just ain’t in him
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Body language is off, he’s soft
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But soft niggas all a sudden start dumpin’, frontin’
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Cause you fell away. My niggas say the eyes is a giveaway
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One look could tell me if you really came to kill me
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Be the quiet nigga lookin’, layin’ with the milli
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Who dat over there, creepin’? Who homie by the tree?
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Better safe than sorry, look at p-noid me
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Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all three
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Be a cold day in hell ‘fore they creep on me
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It’s a lesson every premonition
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Lotta niggas killed ‘cause they wasn’t payin’ attention. Listen
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[Hook: Nas]
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I want a bitch I can trust
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Some niggas I can trust
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Accountants lookin’ over my figures I can trust
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A lawyer that’s fightin’ for my decisions I can trust
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Damn my nigga trust, I can never get enough
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A Ruger I can trust, shooters I can trust
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Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
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And if I can’t trust you, the fuck is you here for?
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Some of you niggas’ true colors becoming clear more
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[Verse 2: Nas]
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It’s been so long, can’t remember how we begun this war
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This is a ever-lasting thunderstorm, ‘cause guns went off
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I see ya moms she still speak, she don’t know I ain’t cool wit her son no more
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It’s old shit, see forever we holdin’ this grudge
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Takes real men to squash beef, end it with hugs
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We buried our dead, been years
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Why should I worry ‘bout him
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Constantly watchin’ my back
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Plus niggas tellin’ my dread(?)
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Another day I put a family in black
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Though I be calm and relaxed
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Though I know somehow it will come back
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Even if I’m in the right, ‘cause still a life is a life
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What was it worth to see you covered in dirt?
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It’s quite redundant, whether you the hunter or the hunted
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Mother’s cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
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Just tattoos of my niggas’ names. I wonder will it change? Let’s ride (?)
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Nas]
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It’s rare I listen to niggas who never been in my position
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A caterpillar can’t relate to what an eagle envisions
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From the mind of a man who went at it with killers
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Sit down little man, let me school you in hood business
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Seen a lotta niggas blow, lotta dreams folded
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Some wasn’t humble, ate too much, got bloated
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Ain’t too much left to buy, bought it I’m loaded I guess
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Lear jets ? I ask myself do I need love or success?
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They say the artist that truly suffers he suffers the best
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‘Cause his heart bleed on his sleeve, pain pistols and sex
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Remember spraypaintin’ the word “Fresh” and then staring at it
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Older folks angry, pointin’, swearin’ at it
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Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the Maclaren past it
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Same old man from years ago told me life is short
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So from infant to geriatric, trust ya own judgment. Live with it and love it
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[Hook]
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Trust
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| Nas |
