Al Scratch "Where my Homies?" Leave it to y'all, these niggas left for dead Last week my man swore he saw Special Ed Rap is like a ghost town, real
Look here 'Sheed Pretty Mike shanked Two Face Al, over some gal Found the body dead in the isles Death by strangulation, microphone cord, a dirty
Bravehearts, and ask where I'm from Q Boro, specifically The Bridge Don't ask no more question, ya know what it is [Chorus] [Nas] Whether chrome sparking
I want some of that cow too But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich Don't bother me wit' silly shit, call Rico He said "it IS Rico, of all people
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survive) East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't dissolve my stress Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop '
style, to hit you at the right time No other compares to what Nas write down Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get what you love
I'ma go until my arm's sore, fuck it! I go until my forty millionth encore Hip-hop's dead, yeah that's what Nas said to me I guess that's hip-hop heads
Welcome to +Priesthood+ If you purchased this album from a store Or you got a copy from a friend You about to witness one of hip hop's greatest secrets
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'
world is the word that was given As he see me fifteen with the burner out of prison Gangster - fuck that, I'm (GangStarr) Tell Nas (hip-hop's dead) now
know that's my style, to hit you at the right time No other compares to what Nas write down Tell you my dreams, show you my pain is yours You could get
out for dead presidents to represent me Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? The world is
Hello hip-hop, goodbye music It's like a love hate relationship Ridin' in the Ferrari while takin' trips Compared to beer takin' sips Sittin' somewhere
Under Thug Laws As A Warrior Oppressed by the industry the hip-hop government [Incomprehensible] by the hip-hop police Why you think Nas screaming hip-hop
at? Where you aimin at? Where you aimin at? This is only for the hardcore wherever you at, yeah [Immortal Technique] Random one cop killa, hip-hop has
they'll have one another 'cause life's a motherfucker But while I'm here, my only job is not to see 'em suffer Through dope boys shootouts, stickups and under covers The world is
cause she ain't listen to Nas And never heard about Ike and the Iverson jersey He got a cousin named Jayceon that rocked the Gary Payton Now the same trifling bitch is