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Album: Miscellaneous (2008)
Artists: Nas

  1. Affirmative Action (International Remix)
  2. Affirmative Action (Remix)
  3. Black Zombie
  4. Blaze A 50
  5. Book of Rhymes
  6. Dance
  7. Day Dreamin (Stay Scheamin)
  8. Destroy & Rebuild
  9. Destroy & Rebuild
  10. Doo Rags
  11. Drunk By Myself
  12. Escobar '97
  13. Everybody's Crazy
  14. Fetus
  15. Fetus (Belly Button Window)
  16. Find Ya Wealth
  17. Gangsta Tears
  18. Get Down
  19. Got Ur Self A...
  20. Grand Finale
  21. Green Children
  22. Hardest Thing Is To Stay Alive
  23. Heaven
  24. Hey Nas
  25. I Can
  26. I Know I Can
  27. In Too Deep
  28. Last Real Nigga Alive
  29. Life We Chose(part 2) feat Cyclinder
  30. Made You Look
  31. Mastermind
  32. My Way
  33. N.Y. State Of Mind Part II
  34. No Idea's
  35. No Idea's Original
  36. Poppa Was A Playa
  37. Poppa Was A Player
  38. Purple
  39. Sometimes I Wonder
  40. U Gotta Love It
  41. U Wanna Be Me
  42. Wanna Be Me
  43. Wanna Play (Rough?)


Nas
Miscellaneous
Gangsta Tears
[Chorus 2X: Nas]
(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only a few can feel my pain
(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if I could show you
(I'm cryin gangsta tears) Only if you was in this game
(I'm cryin gangsta tears) You'd feel the whirlwind blow you

[Nas]
My daily dose is ferocious
I smoke dope, just as strong as opium
Hopin I'm close to just breakin frustration;
speakin on podiums
Facin this cold world head-on, dead on arrivals
Young black, poor education guns crack
The gang violence done that
Nighttime, the guns blow, streets got snitches
dealers, bitches, killers and blunt smoke, clubs open
Benzes, Jeeps, dubs pokin out tires
Thugs with heat, pay security, to let them slide in
Huh, I'm at the corner driftin, sippin, Cognac
To' back, know dat soldiers is packin no secret
Though I'm broken hearted women done left me hopeless in darkness
Smokin, driftin in sickness, stand by oceans watch the sun glisten
I'm soul-searchin, I'm soul-hurtin
What happens when money don't make you happy
I wish this on no person
Ate at the classy places, made all my fashion statements
I got no friends I'm lonely, don't want no pity save it

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Yo, ride in the nighttime, I'm high, got on my flight suit
Hood with the night sign, dark colors on
Pull up the block my brother's on
I hug him and we blow trees (sup nigga?) Scopin for police
Guns on our hip, fiends want a fix, stumblin tricks (right here)
We left the drug game alone
Brothers is jealous cause we still call the hood our home
What could you tell us?
At funerals my eyes swell up (damn)
Look at my dog lay in the casket
Twin shotgun barrels had blasted
And rest in peace for him, is all I could whisper
as I paid respect, kissed his face and felt hard skin
It's part of God's plan, but why so many niggaz have to die?
It's crowded in this place, let the priest and pastor by
Bandana covers my eye, I'm scopin through the room
I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons
And yet I feel responsible when my nigga's pronounced dead
inside the hospital, I wish there's somethin I could do, but..

[Chorus]
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