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Search The City Son Of A Gun

, this was just a chance you had to take. Did I even cross your mind? This'll be the last time you cross mine. We were slick as thieves. Just like a thief

[Nicki Minaj] I remember standing in the mirror Searching for a winner but I didn't see it in her Now I've gone from a zero to a super-hero-oh-oh woah

want to touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin Then the gangsters are resting forever See a solid four, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know

make it, ooh, yeah It's a cold, cold, cold world I got my hand on my gun, they got a brother on the run Yeah, it's a cold, cold, cold world You can'

a jook with things in they palm Not a problem so immediately reach for the John Right away the gun bust! Straight lifted a nigga How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a

cities I dreamed of this son Happy we made it past the jakes, fakes and fiends of the slum (Wor) CHORUS AZ (Nas): (Unh...What?) It's a doe thing, niggas

em off the cliff As I speak the shit to put my name on the list The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist A tattoo of pyramids, puttin hollows

a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One

lost my cool days i feel my mama's gun i lost my only son when my girl she almost died a bad abortion haunted by a baby's eyes and every reason lies