Fake thugno loveyou get the slugCB4 Gusto
Your luck lowI didn t know til I was drunk though
You freak niggaz played outget ed and ate out
Prostitute turned bitchI got the gauge out
96 ways I made outMontana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-Averbal AK spray
Dipped attachejumped out the Rangeempty out the ashtray
A glass of ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plotsmurder schemesthirty-two shotguns
Regulate wit my Dunn s17 rocks gleam from one ring
Yo let me let y all niggaz know one thing
There s one lifeone loveso there can only be one King
The highlights of livinVegas style roll dice in linen
Antera spinnin on Milleniumstwenty G bets I m winnin them
Threats I m sendin themLex with TV sets the minimum
Ill sex adrenaline
Party with villiansa case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any cliquewith the semi-tech who want it
Diamonds I flaunt itchickenheads flock I lace em
Fried broiled with basiltaste emcrack the legs
way out of formationit s horizontal how I have em
in me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon
Grab your gun it s on though
Shit is grimyreal niggaz buck in broad daylight
with the broke Mac it won t spray right
Don t give a who they hitas long as the drama s lit
Yoovernight thugsbug cause they ain t promised shit
Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit
[Chorus: samples from "New York State of Mind" (repeat 4X)]
"I never sleepcause sleep is the cousin of death" -> [Nas]
"I ain t the type of brother made for you to start testin" -> [Nas]
[Nas]
I peeped you frontinI was in the Jeep
Sunk in the seattinted with heatbeats bumpin
Across the streat you was wildin
Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine
Layin upplayin the yard with crazy shine
I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mineclanked him
What was he thinkin on my corner when it s pay me time
Dug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug him
So dumbfelt my leg burnthen it got numb
Spun around and shot oneheard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot onesomebody take this biscuit fore the cops come
Then they came askin me my namewhat the
I got stitched up and went through
Left the hospital that same nightwhat
Got my gat backtime to backtrack
I had to drop so how the I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsunand yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown nigga s throughblazin at his crew daily
The Bridge touched me up severely hear me?
So when I rhyme it s sincerely yours
Be lightin L s sippin Coorson all floors in project halls
Contemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before
We used to score togetherUptown coppin the raw
But uhha thug changesand love changes
and best friends become strangersword up
[Chorus: first from "New York State of Mind"then "Halftime" (repeat 4X)]
"Y all know my steelo" -> [Nas]
"There ain t an army that could strike back" -> [Nas]
[Nas]
Thug niggaz
Yoto them thug niggaz gettin it on in the world you know?
To them niggaz that s locked down
doin they thing survivin yaknowmsayin?
To my thorough niggazNew York and world wide
Yo to the Queensbridge Militia
9-6 shit.. The Firm cliqueIllmatic nigga
It Was Written though
It s been a long time comin
Y all fake niggaztryin to copy
better come with the real though
Fake ass niggaz yo..
(They throw us slugs we throwin em backwhat?)
Bring the shit manlive man
( that son)
Nine-six shit..
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