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  • (feat. Nas)
  • [nas]
  • Y'all Know What It Is...
  • The Streets Named Me Illmatic, For That I'm Still At It..
  • Can't Hate Us....
  • Fellas...
  • [verse 1]
  • Vice Behind Me On The Intersection,
  • Sex And Drugs, My Anthology On Perfection,
  • Dress Superb, Admired By Conspirers,
  • Who Wanna Try Me, But Ain't High Enough To Four-five Me Up,
  • Child Of The Eighties, Y'all N***as Is Lazy,
  • Complain About Labour Pains, N***a Show Me The Baby,
  • And My N***a Game, Light Another L, Pass The Bottle,
  • Pro-black, I Don't Take Cotton Out Of Aspirin Bottles,
  • Yeah, I Learnt My Lessons, And Heard Y'all Snitchin',
  • Witnessin' You Rockin'(?) With Nas, Confirmed My Suspicion,
  • Green Fatigues On, My N***as I Bleed For 'em,
  • I Can Show 'em The Water, But Can't Make 'em Drink It,
  • And I Can Show 'em My Fortunes But Can't Force 'em To Think Rich,
  • And Still I Don't Abort 'em (?) When And If They Sink Quick,
  • Ignore The Ignorance, I Rep The Brilliance Of Queensbridge,
  • And Pray To Fans, Let Murder Inc. Live...
  • [8 Bars... Kind Of]
  • [the Game]
  • I Don't Talk About My Guns, N***a I Just Blaze....
  • [verse 2]
  • 'pac Is Watchin', Big Is Listenin',
  • While Pun Talkin' To Us, Jam Jay Still Spinnin',
  • To Every N***a Listenin'
  • I Was Supposed To Be Amongst Kings, My Mom Shouted Out At My Christening.
  • And While You Still Listenin', Shyne Locked In A Man Hole,
  • Cam Got Shot Inside His Lambo', Sample, Life Is A Gamble,
  • 15 Years Old Red Rag Around My Hand, My Sisters Used To Laugh And Call Me 'rambo',
  • Seen Eazy's Legacy Melt Away Like A Candle,
  • I Rekindled The Flame,
  • Dre Created The Game,
  • N***a With An Attitude From The Cloth I Came,
  • Young Homie Ate His Way Up From The Bottom Of The Food Chain.
  • Keep The Crown, Clown, I Rock An La Dodger Fitted,
  • I Showed My Ass At Summer Jam But New York Was Down With It,
  • Now The Ball's In My Court, Never Dribble Out Of Bounds With It.
  • Behind The Back To Nas, He Alley Oop To Jigga, N***a
  • [8 Bars]
  • [verse 3]
  • Me And Nasty Puffin', This A Classic, Trust Me,
  • How You Gon' Pass The Dutchie (?) To Them N***as That Don't Love Me,
  • I'm Talkin' N***as That Never Wanted To See Me On Top,
  • Same N***as That Never Wanted To See The Doctor's Advocate Drop, Flop, I Think Not,
  • I'll ***** You Rap N***as Like Virgins,
  • Dre Took My Training Wheels Off His Curtains.
  • I Don't Need No Encore, No Claps, No Cheers,
  • The Game Ain't Over, This The Beginning Of My Career,
  • The Ending Of Yours, The Endin Of His,
  • Like Flavor Flav's Clock, I'm Back To Handle My Biz,
  • N*gga, It's Game Time, That Was Dre's Favorite Line,
  • Back When Proof Was In The Booth And I Recited His Lines,
  • And I Still Think About My N***a From Time To Time,
  • Make Me Wanna Call 50, And Let Him Know What's On My Mind,
  • But I Just Hold Back Cuz We Ain't Beefin Like That,
  • He Aint Big, And I Ain't Pac, And We Just Eatin Off Rap.
  • One Love.
  • [8 Bars]
  • I'll Do Marsha's Bit If You Want, But It Seems Kinda Pointless.
  • I Thought Nas Was On Point With His Multis, The Cotton Line Is A Bit Old Though.

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