Текст песни NAS - Affirmative Action
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Текст песни NAS - Affirmative Action
Intro: AZThis is what... this what they want huh?This is what it's all about..What? Time to take Affirmative Action sonThey just don't understand, youknowImean?Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man( )Yknahmean?Niggaz don't understand the four devils:Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. JealousyWicked niggaz man[AZ the Visualiza]Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nacAnd let's all wash this money through this laundry matSneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollarIn fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a RottweilerWho pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpointCatch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escapeThe Corleone, fettucini CaponeRoam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your domeWe got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknownLower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blownAristocrats, politickin daily with diplomatsSee me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black[Cormega]Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new bossThat nigga Paulie gotta die - he too softThat nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head onthe couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit outYo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love meAnd Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbiesYo my people from Medina they will see youwhen you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen usReal shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill gripI chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricksMy red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed teamCorleone be turnin niggaz to fiendsU-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boywith mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it[Nas]Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind furyI shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papesand push cakes inside the casket at Just wakeIt's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstateAnd now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shitIt's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my cliqueMy man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. CoffeeFeds cost me two mill' to get the system off me";Life's a Bitch,"; but God-forbid the bitch divorce meI'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch meCuban cigars meetin Foxy at DemarsMovin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar[Foxy Brown]In the black CamaroFirm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrowWallabee's be the apparelThrough the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillionsin the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga JungleHe money bags got Moet, Sean DonBundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to doMy whole team we shittin hard like Czar