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NAS

The Message

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Текст песни NAS - The Message

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Текст песни NAS - The Message




Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 GustoYour luck low, I didn't know til I was drunk thoughYou freak niggaz played out, get fucked and ate outProstitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out96 ways I made out, Montana wayThe Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK sprayDipped attache, jumped out the Range, empty out the ashtrayA glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay( )Red dot plots, murder schemes, thirty-two shotgunsRegulate wit my Dunn's, 17 rocks gleam from one ringYo let me let y'all niggaz know one thingThere's one life, one love, so there can only be one KingThe highlights of livin, Vegas style roll dice in linenAntera spinnin on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin themThreats I'm sendin them, Lex with TV sets the minimumIll sex adrenalineParty with villians, a case of Demi-Sec to chase the HennyWet any clique, with the semi-tech who want itDiamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock I lace emFried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legsway out of formation, it's horizontal how I have emfuckin me in the Benz wagonCan it be Vanity from Last DragonGrab your gun it's on thoughShit is grimy, real niggaz buck in broad daylightwith the broke Mac it won't spray rightDon't give a fuck who they hit, as long as the drama's litYo, overnight thugs, bug cause they ain't promised shitHungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shitChorus: samples from ";New York State of Mind"; (repeat 4X)";I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"; -> Nas";I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin"; -> Nas[Nas]I peeped you frontin, I was in the JeepSunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpinAcross the streat you was wildinTalkin bout how you ran the Island in eighty-nineLayin up, playin the yard with crazy shineI cocked a baby 9 that nigga grave be mine, clanked himWhat was he thinkin on my corner when it's pay me timeDug em you owe me cousin somethin told me plug himSo dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numbSpun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped sonCaught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops comeThen they came askin me my name, what the fuckI got stitched up and went throughLeft the hospital that same night, whatGot my gat back, time to backtrackI had to drop so how the fuck I get clappedBlack was in the Jeep watchin all these scenes speed byIt was a brown Datsun, and yo nobody in my hood got oneThat clown nigga's through, blazin at his crew dailyThe 'Bridge touched me up severely hear me?So when I rhyme it's sincerely yoursBe lightin L's sippin Coors, on all floors in project hallsContemplatin war niggaz I was cool with before




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