Текст песни Nas - Stillmatic (Circuit City), слова песни Nas

Текст песни Nas - Stillmatic (Circuit City)

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* send corrections to the typistAll my jail niggas...Big Lake...whattup nigga...this goes out to the bigdreamers...ain`t nothin` new man..we been doin` this...this shit gon`keep goin` on forever baby...(Chorus)No ideas original, theres nothin` new under the sunit`s never what you do but how it`s done what you base your happiness around, material women and large paperthats means you`re inferior, not major (repeat)[Verse 1]If niggas could look inside my mind you`ll find where bodies are buried,first look past the hotties who dimesgo to the center, enter with caution pass the braincell graveyard where weed`s responsible for memory losseswitness the horrific, the stench will make you nauseussee what I seen, everyday I live with this torturelightin` spliffs up to stay high like Twenty-Four hourssleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the showermy tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demonslong as I`m still breathin` I`m still winnin`, I`ll teach `em the hood converted from trey bags to Twenties of girleverybody had money, every summer was real illFour-finger rings, dope dealers, Kaneno half-steppin` with flat tops, but Rakim reignedradios on card tables, Beneton, the Gods buildin`as for todays mathematics, we Allahs childrenand this was goin` on in every Newyork ghettokids listened, five-percenters said it`s pork in jello we coincide, we in the same life maybe a time difference on a different coast but we share the samesunlight.[Chorus] 2x[Verse 2]Your part of the World might be light colors and gangs while on my side Brothers will murder for different thingsbut it all revolves around drugs, fame, and shortiesstuck for your bling, stripped of your chain, the same story from Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis the treachorous rastas and the Mexican mafiasbe scrappin` with tats on their back, violent warsnothin` less than a lethal injection if ever caught court rooms, eagles, and flags, American stylewhile in our World the ghetto stays incredibly foulwatchin` for paint chips, don`t want no led in your childbut them gangstas put led in your child, the bezzys be outthe chain be like a Hundred Kshinin` since Roxanne Shante made runawaythats been a minute, genesis is deep, my features are that of a Godit`s not a fassad, it`s a fact these rappers wanna be Nasmy exodus doesn`t exist, I`ll never leave the streets it`s all in my mind even when asleep I`m duckin` Nines in my dreams sireens, wide awake, why`d I think it would change? can`t hide when you`re famous or even try to do the same things like somebody`s always watchin` my life, before I walk out the door I size up every options eyes cut every direction, it`s like God or gunswhich is better protection? can`t decide, thats a hard one I mean they wanna see me in prison their chain`s bamboozledheadline reading "Rapper dead from a Man shooting". [Chorus] 2x

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