Pack a 4 matic to crack ya whole cabbage
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Ny state of mind and represent blew my mind when I heard, still gives me chills.Comment
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Originally posted by El-blanco View Post
Too many blunts, empty bottles and pills popped to these tracks... classic, Nas is the G.O.A.T.Comment
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My medicine, is the ganja
My intellect prevails.
Pour my Heiniken brew for my deceased crew.
Coming out of Queens Bridge.Comment
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He said, "Nas, *****s could be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce"
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughing, one eye peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks
I took an l when he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted he starts talking mad ****
I had to school him, told him don't let *****s fool him
'cos when the pistol blows the one that's murdered will be the cool one
Tough luck when *****s are struck, families ****ed up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked upComment
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