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Yo, all I need is one mic, one
beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if
I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do
things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with 151,
one sip'll make a nigga flip Writin names on my hollow tips, plottin
shit Mad violence who I'm gon' body, this hood politics Ackowledge
it, leave bodies chopped in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try
to follow us Police watch us {*siren*} roll up and try knockin us One
knee I ducked, could it be my time is up But my luck, I got up, the
cop shot again Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken Richochetin
between the spots that I'm hidin in Blackin out as I shoot back,
fuck gettin hit! [more sirens] This is my hood I'ma rep, to the death
of it 'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown Hoodrats,
don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon Sip from the
star sun and the moon In this life of police chases street sweepers
and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin victims with
doctors IF YOU REALLY THINK YOU READY TO DIE, WITH NINES OUT THIS
IS WHAT NAS IS BOUT, NIGGA THE TIME IS NOW! |