's mercy 'cause she ain't listen to Nas And never heard about Ike and the Iverson jersey He got a cousin named Jason that rock the Gary Payton Now the same trifling bitch is
What happened in hip hop that got Pac and Big shot The thicks plots, now every rapper claim he let his clique pop But even myself tote a gun and know
Operating Under Thug Laws As A Warrior Oppressed by the industry the Hip-Hop government ?? by the Hip-Hop Police Why you think Nas screaming Hip-Hop deceased
forever gunnin with NWA [Chorus] Who says rock is dead are you ready to bang your head c'mon yeah who says rock is dead bang your head enough said Imagination is
owl, movin to later hours, only Fuckin with kings, niggas official If you phony, come in the circle, niggas'll diss you We converse on the state of hip hop
the ground, there'll be no round two Another victory for hip-hop from the Dirty Rotten Scoundrel Now the underground sewer system that lies deep below the ring Is
it's evident my flow is heaven sent First LP on the same shelf as the veterans I can't be *** like a *** I'm to hip hop what Cartoon is to Mexicans
your career is over, career is over We in QB, banging CNN in the rover T-O-N-Y, that's the phony NORE You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is
career is over, career is over We in QB, banging CNN in the rover T-O-N-Y, that's the phony NORE You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring
DVD I did it for the C.P.T. Did it for New York, did it for Chi-town Ran through hip-hop, and made these nigga's lie down I'm going away for awhile
black rim, blood gave niggas 300 bars, 2 mixtapes, and a DVD I did it for the CPT Did it for New York Did it for Chi-town ran through hip hop and
nigga's 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a DVD I did it for the C.P.T. Did it for New York, did it for Chi-town Ran through hip-hop, and made these nigga
The red raiders been on hiatus Made it back for the summer Fuck rap, it aint about that Hip hop is dead You whack rappers broke one in the head NaS
jacket is a Starter I beg you pardon, nigga we can get it started If you ain't Nas or the nigga on the Third Carter My happy face is Kenneth Supreme mugshot
[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,
master fabricated stories of streets and sound slick Have you surrounded, you and the faggot you down with While they riding NAS, trying to boost their careers Corny as CORMEGA, all you Hip-Hop
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
Shit is hot son Send em to christ Surrender ya ice Criminal life is dangerous ill Trained to kill in the stainless steel You're brain spilled The game is