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Uh, what, what, uh Chorus. Street dreams are made of these. Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's. A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key. Everybody's looking for something. Street dreams are made o
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how you try you never can. Cause where I'm from, what I see you wouldn't understand. Where I been, where I been You ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver?. Not me, call me Lucky Nas
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(Right. )(Right. ). Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your area. About to cause mass hysteria. . Nas. Before a blunt, I take out my fronts. Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a
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Nas. Uh, 2000 G. . Yo, I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back. You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with that. You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat. Cuz I'm a
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, nobody's helpin shorty doo-wop. Rollin two Phillies together in the Bridge we called 'em oowops. He said, "Nas, niggaz could be bustin' off the roof. So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
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Verse 1 Nas. My niggaz got scarred grills. Skully hats and gats be fullys. Brrrat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel. Rats get their tails snapped and trapped. The snitches in the streets and the
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Intro. 42nd street terminal. . Verse 1 Nas. Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it. My religion is reefer. Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with. My visions are realistic, nothing's
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Refrain Nikki Flores. Just like a rose. Everybody knows that you are so beautiful. But I feel a thorn on my hide. I should've known. We can't repair what we broke. But I held you close, too clos
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*. . Chorus samples from "New York State of Mind" (repeat 4X). . "I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" -> Nas. "I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin" -> Nas
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Nas. Queens get the money. Niggas still screaming, paper chasing. Where presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations. Over steak with Masons. Pregnant teens give birth to
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?. Where where them dumbs at? Nas. I slow dance with the Devil. Snow setting in the bezzle. Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville. Polo black scented, eyes squinted. Air Force One's, with my own
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righteous steps. Deep like The Shinin', sparkle like a diamond. Sneak a uzi on the island in my army jacket lining. Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion. Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half
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Peace to the Five Percenters,. online engine inventors. Shout to them niggas, family men, bringin' home dinners. Watch out for desperate lonely women, hurt ya happy home. Miserable and alone, kiss
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Where is he?. The man who was just like me. I heard he was hiding somewhere I can't see. Where is he?. The man who was just like me. Heard he was hiding somewhere I can't see. And I'm alone, and
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Man Singing & Humming in Foreign Language. . Intro Nas. They wanna shine on 'em. Shine on 'em x7. Yeah. . Verse 1 Nas. They dug me out the soil in the Mines of the Motherland. Now I'm
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state of mind. New York state of mind. New York state of mind. New York state of mind Nasty Nas
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Intro. 42nd street terminal. . Verse 1 Nas. Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it. My religion is reefer. Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with. My visions are realistic, nothing's
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that or die, I wanted peace of mind. And all I seen was selfish cowards, under they breath. Saying "why did Nas trust her?, but look at yourself, speak louder bro. You live with your babymoms and
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Rest in peace to Black Just. Riding through Jamaica, Queens in his black truck. Timbs was 40 below, waves to the side of his dome. Definition of good nigga, yo. Gangsters dont die, niggas only bec
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Intro Nas. Yea, niggaz want to talk about this rap *. Niggaz want to talk about this money. About these cars, these homes, these labels. Clothes, sneakers, big money *. Now everybody tryin
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("HIT MEH!!"). . Sample of the late James Brown's "Get Up, Get Into It, Get Involved" plays. . Nas. Redhead Kingpin, Tim Dog, have you seen 'em?. Kwame, King Tee or King Sun. Super Lover Cee
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discipline. His presence inspired those men with the discipline he imposed on his own life. Louis Farrakhan". . Nas. No revolutionary gets old or so I'm told. Your left full of bullet holes when you tell
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Intro Chrisette Michele. Hip-Hop - it will never die. Hip-Hop - Hip-Hop will never, never die. . Verse 1 Nas. Ghetto niggaz struttin' with nothin' but dreams and Queens broke. Mack-10's, you
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Title Back When. Artist Nas. The ill reminisce and think about the fly days. Nothing like them 80s summer N. Y. days. Hop on the NB5 days. Mopeds, Pro Keds, city split five ways. How it all started
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Title The Don. 00;20. 00Artist Nas. Yea. yea. Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle. Hope I don’t catch a homo (homicide). Grossing our net. Simultaneously making me climb higher, heinous
