I sheltered in the news for a while, that paragraph had space to fill my days, but it never worked just feeling anti-climaxed, common and cliche` You
time I move, I move alone Take a bat, break your motherfuckin' dome Shoot you dead in the face with a sawed off One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get
of 'em broke and none of 'em smoke I got into this hip-hop game Just to try to get a girl and get some light-weight fame There'd never been no cash made
The rest of my Life, dead presidents, devilishment Overthrow kings from they thrones 'cause of they negligence Death, real shit'll start comin' to light
my life [Verse 1: Nas] LIFE, dead presidents, devilish meant Overthrow king thrones just 'cause of their negligence DEATH, real shit'll start comin' to light
You want me to break it down, I'ma fracture it My mind is wanderin', I can't find it But ten times outta ten, my mind on the money Bandana around my
park, mad fights in the park niggas talk how they run every night from the narcs Aside from the light to the dark then the dark to the light, I wanna
I got my eyes on Keesha and Shante' Rolling it like this track was Reggae I roll thru the hottest clubs With about a hundred thugs Get about a thousand
me light the Dutch (Smokin' weed) Rock on like what the fuck (What the fuck?) Jersey that's whassup, Brick City Jersey that's whassup (Whassup, yo?) You heard me light
surprise We saw a bunch of hoods right before our eyes They looked us up and down once, twice and again There must have been a hundred to a hundred and ten
with brass knuckles At last stuck you, and your so called team Them so called mean, cats sound like Ben Vareen Caught me, diggin' in the scene, 115, Lex minivan light
you I guess I see you on the charts in the meanwhile Another face in the crowd plus some freestyle Wishing you could be in the light Promoters pay me ten
is there a camera Stashed into the dash, it's a guy in a uniform And a passion that he has, for flashin' with his badge And shinin' light in my face
got championship chains Triple double on these niggas Ten blocks and twelve steals Fifteen a six, tell me that I ain't real Other words that's ten birds
out here [S.G.] Request permission to put The Mission in action Affirmative Black Sheep Five, that's a green light You can set it when you're ready [S.G.] Ten
back, confident in comfort, the light blew out All I see is all white stuff, suds in it Four hundred razors in a bucket, seventy plates We thinking ten
I make switches From the lamp I grant three wishes Johnny be parlayin', I Blaze britches, then I roll One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body One hundred
statement (hu hu huh) In this matrix Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man Somehow found, amazing! By the department of sanitation Under city lights
