: [Nas] Word to Will, buried in his fila suit and heavy chain I wanna be iced-up nigga, bury me the same I live for street glory and I die for ghetto
s from the street The sound of the terraces And the places to meet We're on the streets again And you know that we're true We're on the streets again
marveled I've come Problem One; I can see why I'm startling some Because I come in peace but my apostles have guns Son of Man, in his glory with revolvers
Spengo la cicca nel posacenere vuoi rime tenere a chi la dai a intendere ti mando tenebre per posta celere celere a eccellere come detto in street opera
child that's born, and every nigga gone And for every breath I breathe and live to see another mornin [Verse 2: Blitz] It's Blitz nigga the streets glory
[Nas] Word to Will, buried in his fila suit and heavy chain I wanna be iced-up nigga, bury me the same I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame
glory go to God, y'all BENEATH HIM If y'all don't know that, rap with a old cat He'll show you streets where them big dealers DROVE AT Where low-key
that's born, and every nigga gone And for every breath I breathe and live to see another mornin [Verse 2: Blitz] It's Blitz nigga the streets glory many
