drama Quick to back down Fucking fake ass nigga Quick to back down Soft and cornflake nigga ya Quick to back down You ya whole crew ya Quick to back down
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stars they wanna know who we are It's me big Will Nas Escobar J.L. Omar Carry money bags collect the chips then we all quick to exit [Chorus] [Left
to stars they wanna know who we are it's me big Will Nas Escobar J.L. Omar carry money bags collect the chips then we all quick to exit Chorus Verse
(All star, baby) Young, quick, see (F U B U) Lately, all I see is DPG (QB, LBC niggas) When I turn the radio on, keep hearing me (All day, everyday)
Hey yo, the same old G, yo that's my shit Switch CD's threw on Nas shit Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up Shorty givin' me head mouth clogged up
the stash I wait for hon to make some quick cash I told her she could be Lieutenant, bitch got gassed At last, I'm literally loungin' black Sittin' back
Aey yo, this is Nas with my man DJ Clue The professional part two Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that Straight outta Q.B. all the
back in stereo Nas is coming, Nas is coming Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming) Nas is coming Nas is coming, Nas is coming Nas is coming (Nasty Nas
, we order Ocean Spray with that Fuji film, honey, spread that Finger the ass crack in fact I'ma bounce with that Fuckin' dancers back to back Aww, yeah
tits, she tried to say she Earth We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the monitors They eyein' us, NaS yo he survived one from the fo'-five Pull his shades down
out it was all in the mind Now let's celebrate my thugs Still told shit to spill yours insides on the floor Qb, back'em to the wall Mobb shirts, nas hoods
had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby Negotiating like an Illuminati network Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect When I lost but back
name You wanna know what being hot feel like And shuttin' down the spot feel like Say my name J D from the home where the bowls get thrown And the dough get gone real quick
have it) Nas, Monica, and me (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club (oh) Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? (What?) [Nas
the rifle, and have to stretch me a nigga Or pull that thang let it rain, have to wet me a nigga Niggaz quick to jump out, and hide they hands behind they back
Bought barber shop named it after c shaday. There where they found his body. In a barber chair face down, bullets in his chest. Sliced apart from the waist down
wings and french fries RIP pieces on the handball court, this is us still fightin' police brutality This is hip hop [Verse 1] I ain't tryin' to bring New York back
