Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
of school or have abortions Stop workin' hopin' that they find a man that will support them Up late night on they mother's cordless Thinkin' a perm or
jail bars Jigga, no pies, no case Just Hawaiian shirts, hangin' with little Chase You a fan, a phony, a fake, a pussy, a Stan I still whip your ass, you thirty-six in a
a fist and put it over your heart Now let's say it all together let the ceremony start I shall, stay real stay true stay holdin' figures Never put a bitch
But I was a little bitty nothin, in the city thuggin, Neva been a nigga that?s eta fucked none less than a hundred percent, The hustle that?s in me, my
wetted, you wet who I want wetted Any nigga can get it (A favor for a favor) (A favor for a favor) (A favor for a favor) (A favor for a favor)
shit Low clip, pop gun, hot toast, noodle shit You a little noodle drip, watch a shark eat the fish Ever seen piranha, it's like the movie jaws again Leave a
, bitch wuz born to hawk, won't slove ya town And get torn apart, times wastin' Chorus [singer]- it's the life that you live, when your hangin' on Bein' a
soldier And when I smoke, only roll up with the illest doja You sit and mail it over my venom, a killer cobra It's Harlem, U.S.A., I diddy bop and shop
Leave it like a female Dijon a puncture Waiting showing you her beauty if she's naked It's like the view of a paintin' or a lakehead This shit's how
Glamour life, the glamour life, the glamour life It's the glamour life, yo it's the glamour, it's the glamour life Glamour life, glamour life, glamour
All day, everyday) Living the good life, good life Uh, huh, good life (Braveheartz) Sure as the world is turning round and round (Shit is real, yo) There's these niggas, bitches
, n-ggas going crazy They say the Illuminati affiliated Jay-Z I'm in this Mercedes seeing how L.A be My life should be a movie shot by Martin Scorsese Gun's
a "he's been..." Everywhere I'm Bigger than Cease's friend Lyrics written down with a G's pen Hood rats on me cause I'm in a trap I'm gonna give her cheese
s Ice Cube motherfucka He's a maniac, no I'ma fool motherfucka Old school motherfucka, blow through a motherfucka What you heard about a nigga so true
real shit, I'm a lyrical jewel Ask a wall in the air, and pay ya spiritual dues Fuck the B.A.'s, 'cause nigga suck a dick And all ya rabbling backstab
knowin and bringin the ruckus Like Nas said, it's a coon parade, yeah Bitch niggaz goin out all day We pullin guns on Uncle Tom to bomb on Viacom It's
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