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Nas - Film |
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I want y'all to see this like film. |
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C-Sick on production, |
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Nas on the vocal.. let's go |
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Life's a fog at night red brake lights |
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The freeway beside a restaurant |
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Cold egg whites sat on my plate like |
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3 AM this is a spot frequented by some made men |
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I'm high on hemp a fly old pimp |
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Just walked in, his suit was shark skin, |
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He woke me up from some of the thoughts I'm lost in |
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What fame does to niggas, change love to bitterness |
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Friends to fiends for the audience screams ridiculous |
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Jumped up, paid the tab got in my Benz and went |
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To my old housing tenement, visit my old friends |
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Some show love and some are envious |
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Some got the heart of gold, some venomous |
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At times I wanna go back to being penniless |
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Ignorance is bliss, i love being innocent |
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Ugh, but life's got me on the fence again |
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And all is real so all's worth mentioning. |
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If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness |
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Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with |
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Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like film |
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Ice on gold from mossbergs to golf clubs |
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Ninth hole, the white rose, the life I chose |
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Bandanna over the eye, Dior sandals |
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Car doors rise with no touch of the handles |
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Capiche? Capri style, it's on beaches and islands |
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Far from police sirens at least for a weekend |
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Then it's back to the streets creepin |
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I'd like to make a free toast of champagne on behald of this nigga speaking |
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Add a splash to the Seagrams |
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Roll the hash for my world renowned goons this evening |
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As i circle the table like Babe Ruth |
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Louisville Slugger in my grip for a fake dude |
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Bat to the brain with brute force |
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Splatter my cream velour suit |
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They hit me with lawsuit |
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I slip in your whore coupe |
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Your b*tch hate you, word to Jesus |
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Bet you never knew she toot yay and play with a gay crew |
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OGs hate to make way for the new |
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Young niggas want Polo ain't f*cking with J Crew |
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It's safe to say I was once young and innocent |
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But look what I know now, is all worth mentioning |
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If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness |
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Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with |
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Memories real, still ill, now I appear (appeal?) crisp like film |
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I speak to the street life |
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The executive chief types |
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The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to feed right |
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The botega wearers modern day Che Guevaras |
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Cuz I barely survived crazy eras |
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Honest, always make good on my promise |
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I don't talk it I do it you can hold me to it |
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I was born to this life I didn't invent it |
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But I'd be wrong not to take a few meal tickets |
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You and I are real different, we don't share the same beliefs |
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Fight in the ring or buy ringside seats |
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Either you like beef or you like to spectate |
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Give me gloves, and I'ma do it how the refs say |
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We touch em and we come out tussling |
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The ghetto is my garden of eden |
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So I keep bobbing and weaving |
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It's intense so I'm hardly breathing |
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KO, and the winner is Nas, that's how the scene ends |
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If I could press pause, or fast forward past the hardness |
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Visions written bring words to life like I'm smitten with |
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Memories real, still ill, now I appeal (appear?) crisp like film |
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