[Nas:]
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Desert Storm
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Firm Biz
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Platinum
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[DJ Clue:]
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That's right... that's right
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[Nas:]
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What the deal is?
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[DJ Clue:]
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Clue
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[Nature:]
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I can take it back to blocks
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Or all gods that used to slap box
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They after your chain
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Q-trains, playin the last stop
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But regardless of rain
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A mad hot
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It neva mattered
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Life just pussy and cable, plus they labeled me Savage
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For the love of it
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Till my death, they stay on sum other shit
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Pops shoot, second nut, inherited his stuborness
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Skyies are grayer, my whole clique despise the mayor
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With dreams to excel, politicing amongst the wisest players
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Stay in the cut, forever ganja-ed up
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Private affairs
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Cause pride in my fairs, News Years to Hanukkah
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The streets a death trap
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Greet chickens to where I rest at
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Chiba-trickin, now it's 3 positions, some even blessed dat
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It's only right though
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I like em light, thin, and tight... cyco
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Bony nails, ponytails, dressed in white gold
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Her ass bet my life on the dice roll
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You know the steela
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Who rightfully, should neva bite the hand that feed ya
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[Nas:]
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React like what, clean cut
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Act up, royal as King Tut
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Diamond cut teeth, B what
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I know some crews who go through cars like shoes
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Some niggaz make the news, wild as animals, who saber tools on the A-venues
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And V-waves, say shit from my pops stays, the dese days
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And PJ's, I concentrate on how the weed strays
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Unlike the thoughts of many, unfortunately
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A lot of friends will enter pensive force to hit me
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Iceberg, eyes burnt
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Flights to Pittsburgh with this bird
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Got a room sign on the door, not to disturb, we twist herb
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Listen to rumors that this bitch heard, some of them absurb
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Some made me say 'Word? '
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Dozed off, clothes off
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Hopin to make moves to the pawn shop and drive slow North
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Make it home and get these fo-fos off
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Word Up
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[Nas: speaking]
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Gotta get this shit right, Nature
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Need the paper, Desert Storm everywhere
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The Firm is everywhere what?
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Bring it to the tables like this Major Boy
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Bring it to the tables
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[Nature:]
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Stay on some gat shit, peep The Firm top draft pick
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Collapsed on the opposition, soldiers is captured
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God explain it, we rollers want this dough and ganja
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Visions of holdin toast I post bail join an arraignment
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24, still have the same shit, another customer
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Posing as a decoy, frontin kinda muscular
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I buy & bust, tustle my way up out the iron cuffs
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Narcs is jumpin out the sky, knowing I supply the stuff
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They fuckin sheisty, identify me by my Nikes
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Dice one against the grain, ice chain, nice in a price b
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Extortionist, constantly tossed by crooked officers
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They swarmed with vultures, caught em hoppin outta carcasses
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Niggaz is folders, phony potential beads is stolen
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Can't even speak right plus keep cracks beneath ya scrotum
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Seek advice in the streets light weed rightously on stolen land
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Escapin out of state snakes to home a Sam
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Foreva roll with fam, no rest it's just my destiny
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Effortlessly finesse the recipe
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Til my death day forever fresh
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Stay frontin pushin G.S. three's
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Who checkin me? I called a playa who said this, 'D
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Fuck a ref, toe to toe son we hold it down successfully'.
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The Foulness
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| Nas |
