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| Nas Miscellaneous Sometimes I Wonder QB the whole NYC We gonna bounce to this To all my niggaz (yeah, yeah) To all the ladies Chorus: Sometimes I wonder Will a nigga go under because of his hunger This game is risky If a nigga slips six deep Will these niggaz really miss me Dead partners too soon All these niggaz flipping on me Cause I won't give no loot to them Sometimes I wonder Sometimes I... (Nas) Top of the world is what I'm aiming at These niggaz is flaming gats at my circle I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you I hit your bird too, two in your scalp then you out Your thug crew is out, blood oozing out Some serving caine Knowing nothing about this murder game Its easily told but hard to hear When niggaz finally find out its real Thats when they heart pumps fear The real remains the weak will disappear My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear 911 style sits on your mind like chrome Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam What color? Might as well make it same as your dome You need your thoughts together, that means destination is unknown As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into this math Drop and get intense for this cash Will I be subject to kill, live my life by a gat Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back Chorus: (Nature) I know a lot of fiends by they first name Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones Running wild, niggaz I raise hell above ground Live in sin, holding rocks, benjamin grin Figure once I got knocked, it would end Never that They try to tell me I don't love my own The thugs know, they ride my zone Like the cyclone trademark For coney isle, yeah you know me now I'm giving fake hugs, phoney smiles Stack profits, you know how the niggaz on the block get Try to give you dap to stare at your pockets Cruise advance nothing new just the rules of the land You could tell if they wolves or lamb You could fight a few, there's a few that ran Or you could feed them and lose your hand What you wanna do? Chorus: (Nas) Blessing be to the ones who left us Transcend into spiritual essences In Allah's arms you rest in To him we pray for my peeps Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day Get the money yam, he use to say not only nice with hands But streetsmart he was twice a man I try to understand life's deep plot I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad nice on the rocks They could have went pro but only God knows why not Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers not be clean He'll start snapping on you, making a scene Kept the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and stayed fly You still alive, I see you in your sister's face Are you there pa? Or looking on from a distant place? My thoroughbreds, Blackhead quiet but real Expect to see your black jeep fly over the hill In the spirit of Richie Lou tribute Remind the world of the crimes that NY pigs do We miss you, Harry and Sonia Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier T.J. Black better known as Killer I can't replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother my nigga My man Will till we meet again You hold it up there, I'll hold it down here I hope you hear my prays clear Chorus: Repeats 3x |
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