dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs
ever felt the metal to your melon, it just cock back Ask for the money and drugs, say you ain't got that Where the cops at? prayin that they comin Just
to all of ya'll cuz everybody is an enemy [x2] [Nas:] Watching my own back strapped in chrome, to my homies where the tombstones at, where the hoes at
So Ya'll Let The Man Shine Stuntin On Martin Luther Cause I'm Feelin Just Like A King Guess Dis Is Wat He Meant Wen He Said Dat He Had A Dream [Hook] [Nas
Benz, hangs at all the parties, all the concerts Backstage where the stars be, rockin' they shirts In bitches faces like clockwork, what's your name, where
be dead? This old German said I was a thug with a notty head Looked at my Benz and called that a Nazi sled With a face like he wonder where I got my
ya head, yup I?ll do it to the heart, rather leave em? dead, Before my time, but I?m still ahead, Of all ya?ll, all ya?ll, Like a nas?y bitch, give?it
shit to nix Hang ya picture, throw'em all that Sippin' on that, you ain't hard that Ah, you fallin' to buildin' I'm like where's ya heart at I'm lack
song I aint threw up on talk is cheap, its like ya'll grew up in a Jewish home! Pardon the stereotype but ya'll giving me mixed feeling's like you married
to ya, sticky green white to ya Wear whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya If you stressin' to get buried My niggaz'll send you back to the
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
page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? This ain't rappin', this is street-hop Now
Nas: Yo Yo Puffy: Gansta Gansta Nas: Gansta Yo Puffy: That's Right Nas: Journey Through the life of some real niggas Puffy: Some real niggas You'
have you ever felt the metal to your melon, it just cock back? Ask for the money and drugs, and you ain't got that Where the cops at? Prayin' that they
turned now, got my own label to earn Like that nigga said, in dead presidents, money I burn Queens bridge, pay homage, respect Nas is the vet Acknowledge
How many times can I go to Mr. Childs, Taos Mobu? Hold up, lemme move my bowls I'll shit on y'all niggas, OG tell these boys Ya ain't about to shit on
nigga, Ya rappin' is way worse then ya actin' in BELLY It's set!!! [Chorus] WE MOVE OUT, we move out there YA'LL GET OUT, get put out there Wit
ill pair like these Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves Round trip tickets to who knows where Stay boarding, never at
