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...to chase the Henny Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em fuckin me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon Grab your gun it's on though Shit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight with the broke Mac it won't spray right Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit Yo, overnight thugs, bug 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 sleep, cause 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 frontin, I was in the Jeep Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin Across the streat you was wildin Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine Layin up, p

...far as I can see Is all I'm ever gonna need There's one thing for sure I know it's true (I know it's true) Baby, I'd go anywhere for you I used to think That dreams were just For sentimental fools And I'd never find someone Who'd give their love so true But I knew the very minute Couldn't live my life without you in it And now I want the whole wide world, You know Refrain Hey baby,hey baby, hey baby, oohhh (2x)

...chase the Henny Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em fuckin me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon Grab your gun it's on though Shit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight with the broke Mac it won't spray right Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit Yo, overnight thugs, bug 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 sleep, cause 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 frontin, I was in the Jeep Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin Across the streat you was wildin Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine Layin up, playin the yard with crazy shine I cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked 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 dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come Then they came askin me my name, what the fuck I got stitched up and went through Left the hospital that same night, what Got my gat back, time to backtrack I had to drop so how the fuck I get clapped Black was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed by It was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got one That clown nigga's through, blazin 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 Coors, on all floors in project halls Contemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before We used to score together, Uptown coppin the raw But uhh, a thug changes, and love changes and best friends become strangers, word 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 Yo, to 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 niggaz, New York and world wide Yo to the Queensbridge Militia 9-6 shit.. The Firm clique, Illmatic nigga It Was Written though It's been a long time comin Y'all fake niggaz, tryin to copy better come with the real though Fake ass niggaz yo.. (They throw us slugs we throwin em back, what?) Bring the shit man, live man (Fuck that son) Nine-six shit..

...to chase the Henny Wet any clique, with the semi-tech who want it Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace em Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em fuckin me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon Grab your gun it's on though Shit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylight with the broke Mac it won't spray right Don't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's lit Yo, overnight thugs, bug 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 sleep, cause 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 frontin, I was in the Jeep Sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin Across the street you was wildin Talkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nine Lay

...the illa Case be,Issac Mizrahi Fuck around with Dolce Gabanna Sippin' pure 'Zay with the Ill Na Na Nigga you fuck around And how you know you tease and you join Nigga your royalties and your pawn So what the deal is? But Foxy Brown met Case, now we laced Bonnie met Clyde now I'm up in Jamaica breaking all your paper [Case] You're the only one for me You're the only one I need Can't nobody make me feel The way you're making me feel And girl you know this love is real [Mary J. Blige] [1] - Touch me, tease me Feel me and caress me Hold on tight and don't let go Baby I'm ab

Tanya is the Best!! THIS IS A VIDEO CLIP!! ;-)) You know, I can still remember when it was just me and you, Suddenly, it turned you and your crew.....

Sick of this life Not that you'd care I'm not the only one with whom these feelings I share Nobody understands, quite why we're here We're searchin' for answers That never appear But maybe...

...I get aroundCali Love to my true Thugs, picture me nowStill down for that Death Row sound, searchin for paydaysNo longer Dre Day, arrivederciBlown and forgotten, rotten for plottin Child's PlayCheck your sexuality, as fruity as this AlizeQuick to jump ship, punk trick, what a dumb moveCross Death Row, now who you gon' run to?Lookin for suckers cause you similarPretendin to be hard, oh my God, check your temperatureScreamin Compton, but you can't return, you ain't heardBrothers pissed cause you switched and escaped to the burbsMob on to this new era, cause we UntouchableStill can't believe that you got 'Pac rushin youUp in you, bless the real, all the rest get killedWho can you trust, only time reveals -- toss it up!

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