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By Nas, Yeah, Bravehearts
Yeah, that boy Nas
Yeah, me I'm your boy Lil
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By Nas, [talking]
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh, yo, yo
Life, they wonder,
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By Nas, Everybody wants heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants diamonds without
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By Nas, Everybody wants heaven but nobody wants dead
Everybody wants diamonds without
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By Nas, Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah
For niggaz up in they mom's
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By Nas, Uhh, what, what, uhh
Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push
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By Nas, Uhh, what, what, uhh
Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push
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By Nas, But that's the whole tragic point, my friends
What, what would
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By Nas, [Nas]
Don't hurt nuttin..
[Chorus]
A teenage thug (you can't tell them shit)
A
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By Nas, (yankee) coming from the shadow of the iceland
We are winchester
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By Nas, Yo, my man was regulatin' on niggas he used to
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By Nas, Chorus-
Said it aint to much for me
to have you next
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By Nas, "The unauthorized copy
Dedication to my children, my child Destiny Jones
To
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By Nas, Uhh, oooooooooooooh baby, baby
Keep it thug, and keep yo' heat,
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By Nas, Yo, the Lord is my Shepard
The sword is my weapon
Reward
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By Nas, We use the word everyday
Now, if we don?t know the
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By Nas, Braveheart for life
[sample - repeated 8x "Z-z-z-zone Out"]
Nas-Bravehearts-ya knoe-I1-Remix we
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By Nas, I heard that nigga Capone's home
Yo, word to motha that
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By Nas, Verse 1
(Noreaga)
Got out the mall yo
This weeded cat rockin a
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By Nas, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave, Bravehearts
Jungle, Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wiz,
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By Nas, Did you ever think that you would be this rich?
Did
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By Nas, Doctor, yeah
I think we got some shit for 'em
Yeah, I'ma
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By Nas, East coast *killer*, West coast *killer* (repeat 8X)
Verse One: RBX
While
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By Nas, Aiyyo God, yo meet me at the Denice Williams concert
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By Nas, The world at my sneakers
Gold pieces molded with Jesus features
Give
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By Nas, {intro}
(Nas)
Untouchable, Ill Will y'all
(AZ)
Life
(JOE)
Your dealin' with veterans now
(Nas)
AZ y'all, c'mon
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By Nas, As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in
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By Nas, Always sitting pretty with my legs closed
Know just how to
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By Nas, Shit, we tryna get it for real
Oh, Rich Boy, you
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By Nas, Gimme, just gimme, for the NYC
Gimme what you can't get
