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'Naturally Born' Lyrics - Big Noyd (Ft. Large Professor & Kool G Rap)
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Yeah, yeah
so now you know Queens is in the building,
but niggas be chillin' at the round table building,
the robberies and killers, yeah man
they ran up in the spot,
knew the glock was in the ceiling
sad niggas in the hood, get done for the millions
they bust get some rap, some be dealing,
but watch out for them thugs, you don't wanna f*ck with em,
'cause niggas real blame me, you have to f*ck and kill em,
they living like light just quite disast with em
just niggas strong out, had your gun out when you see em,
that do money hungry and do what ..want them
you stick it for 500 and flip it to a G
put dope in the bags and sell it in the streets
you know as a hustler, watch it, her clutcher,
diggin your pockets, turnin around and ..butcher,
money game when your game is street hustler,
yeah, bad motherf*cker,
I'm a naturally born hustler,
we don't get caught up in between.

Hook:
Boss, got a hustler to hustler,
some hustlers naturally born with street..
I'm a naturally born hustler
I'm a queen stand represent to the foolest.
Boss, got a hustler to hustler,
some hustlers naturally born with street..

Bangin' on them past, hangin on them ass, ringing on that ass,
rip hard the street slash my professional,
yeah we still sparing in.., beating niggas
leavin them like garden investitures,
tryin to stay up while everybody doing bad,
make a little lag, get low down like both stags,
it's too many brothers,
walk around get smuthered for the every day word
play game out the..not so cash underneath lots of ash,
we're all fathers used to play flame box and flash,
for the cameras, light bar vila with the hammers,
too much beef, forget the motherf*cking sandwich,
from both finish with no folks and no friends
the pain of having chocking about you more trends,
well I maintain on them blocks with oceans of love,
lost four still keeping it rob, get that money thung.

Hook:
I'm a naturally born hustler
Coming for queens where we don't get up in between
Boss, got a hustler to hustler,
some hustlers naturally born with street..
I'm a naturally born hustler
I'm a queen stand represent to the foolest.
Boss, got a hustler to hustler,
some hustlers naturally born with street..

..but tell them niggas get that money
call me eventually true against I talk with the dummy,
dummy, he ain't running no..show at,
think is a game, till I fuck one of your..
I'll make your eyes go back,
..the queens..on the boulevard,
you can let your room scream or you can get bullet scar,
you're like..stay here, is nothing to pull the job
'cause niggas know the shit, come out that map fully hard
but no far very take notice, you notice and learn to focus your harm
niggas watching what time, niggas only rely, no harder desamble,
real dirty with it, niggas who leave your ass for somebody to find you,
here you get no weber on the front it,
you even hustle enough the.., the man is shaking down something
..shake body way on the way down something,
for real telling you boy you'd better move at the function.

[2 x Hook:]

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[Intro]
42nd street terminal

[Verse 1: Nas]
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big money in most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothing’s figurative
I can wish it into existence, God want this nigga to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?
The truth is the truth, I really put my scars on niggas
They wait a lifetime, they tell they hoes, “Nas did this”
Pointin’ to they scars like, “Right here, baby, really Nas did this”
Like a badge of honor, not braggin’ I’m just honest
War stories we tell them, nothin’s realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey
Rap Jack Demsey, Matt Black Bentley, pimply
Shatterin’ your silence, pass around the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with
Fuck your ice, I rock rubies, amethyst
I fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous

[Break: Large Professor]
Yo, what we talkin’ ’bout niggas?
What we talkin’ ’bout niggas?
This is Nas, what, Nas
What, Nasty, what, recollect,

[Verse 2: Nas]
At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin’ in public housin’
Integrity in tact, reppin’ hard
They askin’ how he disappear and reappear back on top
Sayin’, “Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin’”
To keep winnin’ is my way like Francis
As long as I’m breathin’, I’ll take chances
A soldier comin’ home, twenty years old with no legs
Sayin’ there’s no sense to cry and complain, just go ‘head
So much to write and say, yo I don’t know where to start
So I’ll begin with the basics and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece
But my life been good since I started finding peace
I shouldn’t even be smilin’, I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like Trump bein’ up down up, play with cash

[Large Professor]
My nigga’s like a locomotive
Nas, we push it, mush ‘em
Queensbridge to Bushwick
Harlem, Bronx, all that
You ain’t even supposed to be out here
You know where you at?

Verse 3: Nas]
At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin’ from the roof of my mouth
Shit was Falicimo, melted pot, city sweltering hot
Staggerin’ drunker than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin’, soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin’
When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
Toker man safe behind a locked door for sure
Minor theif shit, minor league shit, beastin’
Lookin’ for the young, but now we older chiefin’
In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick
Buggin’ on how his imagination was so sick
It’s ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alchohol agin’ my niggas faster than felonies
How dare I? Must be, somethin’ in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I’m here y’all

[Outro]
This for my trapped in the 90′s niggas
For my trapped in the 90′s niggas
Ha, for y’all niggas

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