This is what, this what they want huh?
This is what
*Yee-hah's and whips cracking in background*
-Hey Nas, hey hey boy,
Hello, whassup girl?
Ain't nothin', this nigga in here stressin'
Talkin' that
Damn, look how muhfuckers use a nigga
Just use me for
Life, I wonder
Will it take me under, I don't know
Imagine
I've got love on my mind
I've got love on my
Motherfuckin' Dre, ahh
Whassup my nigga? Sup NaSs?
Chillin' God
Niggaz is up
Yo, release what's in me
Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's
Silent, silent murder
Silent, silent murder
Silent, silent murder
Silent, silent
Uhh, what, what, uhh
Street dreams are made of these
Niggaz push
It was a murder, Jake just hit the corner people
I made it like that, I bought it like that,
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[Nas]
Uhh.. (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Q.B. since 1933 (know dat)
To nine-six (nine-six
They never realized, how real NaS, is so decisive
It's just