Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah, yeah For niggaz up in they mom's crib listenin To this unadulterated Nas shit wishin it was them Instead of, me on this track on this beach with palm trees Drinks with umbrellas straws telling it raw Jungle of concrete killers and snakes I was amongst that Bundles of crack through this funnel that's black I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package And they was into dope back then Numbers, pimpin and robbin, well they still robbin and pimpin But it's small change compared to hip hoppin And did I mention millions because of lip poppin Trips expensive gift shoppin whip drivin Benzes, Jeeps, see, them and they bitch got one It's shockin - you thinkin "naw it's just rhymin" But all this time it's like organized crimin For instance, there was a time when there was a line Between streets and business, but now peep how it's mixed in The beef is now sickenin, everybody got paper Words of power, because of it the cops hate ya The government watchin all of those who thuggin it They wanna lock us up cause they kids are lovin it Not knowin that most rappers are straight ass And shots ring out, whenever we clash it's Star Wars We call it Star Wars What happens when the shots ring out? It's called Star Wars We call it Star Wars Caviar never, I rather the Cajun blacken Catfish no snails simple nigga to please Met a bad bitch dimples in her cheeks She remembers Busy B battles when it was peace ...
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