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Arlissa – Chorus:
Oh it’s hard to love somebody when there’s no more love to give
oh you took away my sunshine, now rain is all that is
and it’s easy to get lost when you got nowhere left to go
Oh it’s hard to let somebody when all I want is
all I want is you

Nas:
Can we talk for a bit, brought you a minute to you
when you walk I mean you switch and then gosp me
lick you off my lips like something..could chips
but now you act salty verbally you were sought me
often I’m in the star maxim yeah my star ship
take my out tonight darling I beg your pardon
this wasn’t part of our arrangement
now you’re bangin on my door I need an order of estrangement

Arlissa – Chorus:
Oh it’s hard to love somebody when there’s no more love to give
oh you took away my sunshine, now rain is all that is
and it’s easy to get lost when you got nowhere left to go
Oh it’s hard to let somebody when all I want is you

Nas:
What you did to the kid ain’t a bit as capital punishment
you wanna split that quick already done with us
you’re the one I spend money with, when it’s the summer with
thought it was more than sexual we was on some other issue
vision your sell of..while I’m tasking me
luxury when you trust and expressing me
I just I believe I’m staying set and free
hard to love somebody else but you
but now I’m missing you Arlissa

[Chorus:]
you you you you you
all I want, all I need, yeah
is you you you you you you you
just you, oh

Chorus:
Oh it’s hard to love somebody when there’s no more love to give
oh you took away my sunshine, now rain is all that is
and it’s easy to get lost when you got nowhere left to go
Oh it’s hard to let somebody, it’s hard to let somebody
when all I want is you, when all I want is you
you you you, you you you, you you you,
when all I want is you

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[Verse 1]
Yeah, Harlem, Bronx, Brooklyn
Let’s make a bet
I know the reason you ain’t make it yet
You say you set but you ain’t see the tedious ingredients
That go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
You never knew how to make dollars
You couldn’t make orders at a drive-through McDonald’s
I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, 89 with a bottle
Niggas jealous of Jason
Dark green seven forty, no tint
Rollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the baldy
Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Louis, and Hallsey
Cop chocolate thai, Vernon style and burn it down
My nigga hype in the federal joint, verdict out
Twenty years getting money in the Dirty South
That’s alleged, you see my nigga’s a stand up dude
So I’m yelling free my nigga
My nephew godfather Malik, he jammed up too
For what his hands usually call for but he ain’t do it

[Hook: Victoria Monet]
Who you are ain’t in the recipe to what I am
Cause where I’m from, man
What I see you wouldn’t understand
Where I been and what I do
No matter how you try you never can
Cause where I’m from
What I see you wouldn’t understand
Where I been, where I been

[Verse 2]
You ever been on the other end of a robber’s revolver
Not me, call me Lucky Nas Casalana
Or been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived
And praise God with a bullet I never collided
Some did and they lived
I salute the gods
Moet spilling, splashed by mistake on my Timb boots for y’all
N.Y. nigga, Adidas, jogging suit
Shelltoes, slim, fly nigga
Hudson River, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat
And vintage Fila like I’m the ghost of Domencio
On any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle
Like a old BK gangsta, but I’m the CEO
Of Nasty Nas Enterprises, mastermind, made men
My success symbolizes loyalty, great friends
Dedication, hard work, routine builds character
In a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers
Never make choices out of desperation, I think through it
Break through walls like Pink Floyd
And drink fluids of all kind of alcohol y’all
Vineyards in France, yachts out in Cannes

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Now holla at a millionaire
Rollie, Hublot and Audemar, deciding which one to wear
Who to screw, what to drive
550 with the cream guts inside
Or the Super Sport Range truck is fly
Diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch
Gat’s on us, I don’t really trust these guys
Spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties
If she beautiful, the lustful type
I’ll hit it and bust inside
Fuck it, I’mma die one day
They gon’ probably make that day a holiday
Until then, let’s go on a shopping spree
Speaking for my real niggas, only OGs
Certified who kill niggas when put in that seat
But tonight we on chill nigga, chill mode
Spill more Spades, listen to Jeezy and Hov, some Rozay
It’s like we always on the grind with no brakes
So tonight we gon’ act like we on vacation with this on rotation

[Hook]

[Outro]
True B nigga, yeah
For my hood niggas, yeah, yeah
To my man Eric B what up, yeah
The whole city, I see you
To my man Big Slate in the fed joint
My man Spunk, free my niggas
All my niggas, yeah
Club Vernon, I see you
I see you, yeah
And Baltum, I see you

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[verse 1]
yeah, harlem, bronx, brooklyn
let's make a bet
i know the reason you ain't make it yet
you say you set but you ain't see the tedious ingredients
that go inside of a rider, you hiding from problems and
you never knew how to make dollars
you couldn't make orders at a drive-through mcdonald's
i was fly at the apollo with black jason, 89 with a bottle
niggas jealous of jason
dark green seven forty, no tint
rollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the baldy
used to ride with him to brooklyn, louis, and hallsey
cop chocolate thai, vernon style and burn it down
my nigga hype in the federal joint, verdict out
twenty years getting money in the dirty south
that's alleged, you see my nigga's a stand up dude
so i'm yelling free my nigga
my nephew godfather malik, he jammed up too
for what his hands usually call for but he ain't do it

[hook: victoria monet]
who you are ain't in the recipe to what i am
cause where i'm from, man
what i see you wouldn't understand
where i been and what i do
no matter how you try you never can
cause where i'm from
what i see you wouldn't understand
where i been, where i been

[verse 2]
you ever been on the other end of a robber's revolver
not me, call me lucky nas casalana
or been shot in the medulla oblongata and survived
and praise god with a bullet i never collided
some did and they lived
i salute the gods
moet spilling, splashed by mistake on my timb boots for y'all
n.y. nigga, adidas, jogging suit
shelltoes, slim, fly nigga
hudson river, rent a boat, t-shirt with a dinner coat
and vintage fila like i'm the ghost of domencio
on any day getting throwed in a tinted vehicle
like a old bk gangsta, but i'm the ceo
of nasty nas enterprises, mastermind, made men
my success symbolizes loyalty, great friends
dedication, hard work, routine builds character
in a world full of snakes, rats and scavengers
never make choices out of desperation, i think through it
break through walls like pink floyd
and drink fluids of all kind of alcohol y'all
vineyards in france, yachts out in cannes

[hook]

[verse 3]
now holla at a millionaire
rollie, hublot and audemar, deciding which one to wear
who to screw, what to drive
550 with the cream guts inside
or the super sport range truck is fly
diamond ring on my knuckles like fire, bitch
gat's on us, i don't really trust these guys
spend a couple bucks a night on bottles on cuties
if she beautiful, the lustful type
i'll hit it and bust inside
fuck it, i'mma die one day
they gon' probably make that day a holiday
until then, let's go on a shopping spree
speaking for my real niggas, only ogs
certified who kill niggas when put in that seat
but tonight we on chill nigga, chill mode
spill more spades, listen to jeezy and hov, some rozay
it's like we always on the grind with no brakes
so tonight we gon' act like we on vacation with this on rotation

[hook]

[outro]
true b nigga, yeah
for my hood niggas, yeah, yeah
to my man eric b what up, yeah
the whole city, i see you
to my man big slate in the fed joint
my man spunk, free my niggas
all my niggas, yeah
club vernon, i see you
i see you, yeah
and baltum, i see you

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[Verse 1: Nas]
I pull a string on a lamp and shit darkens
I’m living in an elegant Moroccan apartment
Proletarian chicks sparkin
Convo weak, and I don’t really care for her jargon
Balcony is windy, looking at the stars and
I be on the Henny woozy in the head, wobblin
Gucci pillow on the bed while she giving noggin
Listening and tripping off the Maxwell album
Thinking I should leave to a European island
Bristol…
or Spain I’ll bring a book about Stalin
Then I’m serenaded with the violin
But shorty not qualified to be took to that kind of outing
Gotta be a fly bitch to hang around that fly shit
Fine dining, Olive Garden
Nah bitch, Nas is in the real deal food spots on the constant
Pick the right wine, a Chianti to wash it
Lifestyle encompasses top notch watches
Rolexes, synonymous shit I’m coppin
Ask her has she been around duffle bags
Full of that fuck you cash
Get off the jet with me in heels, I’ll cup your ass
Lookin in my eyes sayin “Nas, you one lucky bastard”
Grip your clutch, you get finger fucked in the passenger
Hit the Dutch, I blow smoke out, music and laughter
See us in the coupe flying past ya

[Verse 2: Nas]
Esco, dress code, it changes
Herrod’s in England
Back to the star spangled labels in my closet hanging
Counting wonder(?) in the tundra
Can’t humble (?) the disgruntled when I come through, confront ya
Let nothing slide, sly remarks
You must wanna die, but you frontin wild
When we all know you pumpkin pie
When we in the bus(?) we fly better shit than Emirates
To Dubai, to the Chi(?), I’m a crucial conflict
Heaven sent, cause a storm, typhoon flood you out
You are(?) what a thug about? I’m a fuckin juggernaut
Never sleep, never tire, keep a freak I tie up
Who don’t speak, she quiet
So I can think, conspire
On my feet’s a.., and sometimes sneakers
Wear ties at the Setai Miami time-pieces
Are from Zurich. It’s like I’m allergic
To non-oxidolic non…
Give it to you raw so you can feel it

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Verse 1:
Peace to the Five Percenters, online engine inventors
Shout to them niggas, family men, bringin’ home dinners
Watch out for desperate lonely women, hurt ya happy home
Miserable and alone, kissable, nice to bone
She not the type deserving of a throne
Her beauty is her curse, she fuck for shoes and a purse
Make me a movie first, can watch you on my phone
I shop in Barcelona, I spend some nights in Rome
Feel like a knight from England, that’s what I named my son: Knight
He was born to be one, that’s how my game was won
White 740 Beamer, licked by an angel’s tongue
I’m livin’ dangerous son, she got a man, a famous one
Honey be pocket watchin’, she got a lot of options
Hard to make up her mind decidin’ which baller to rock with
Hot to death, slim pickings, but I’m not impressed
She got the hottest sex, so I guess I’mma just…
Stay

Verse 2:
Even though I don’t like you, next Friday night can’t wait to fight you
Locked up I would knife you, don’t fuck with you
Last month I even bucked at you, you got locked
I felt bad, wait, do I got love for you?
I might kill you, but do I got love for you?
I want you dead under 6 feet of soil
At the same time, want you here to witness me while you in misery
We hate each other, but it’s love, what a thug mystery
Years ago they ate the heart of a slain enemy
We enemies, but your hatred could never enter me
Some seek fame cause they need validation
Some say hatin’ is confused admiration
Spotlight on me, I still look twenty
Still get money, lady killer pushin’ a Bentley
Maybe niggas could see too much of they failures through a nigga who realer
I don’t like you near bruh, but I need you to
Stay

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Got out the airport, the Mobb pick me up in the truck
Jury junkie like fuck, I ain't scared to get stuck
So what's the deal poppy? You heard the feds almost got me
I had the Cuban posse all up in my room and lobby

Negotiating like an Illuminati network
Don't catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect
When I lost but back then was my fault
Now it's time to floss

Eye for an eye what's mine is yours
I need a suite with the flowers
Complementary at Trump Towers
Sit at the table we can build for hours

On gettin' riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
The World Is Yours written all over the blimps
Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning
From and prima, loads of women rockin' linen

I got a plan to blow the Hiroshima, Japan
Movin' niggas out tha hood and just divide 'em with fam
Ay yo, the bitches like G Money said to us, man
About the dick like the horse with the cowboy brand

Give it up fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit
QBC, nigga grab your click

Yeah son, I'm feelin' it, opposition want me dead, concealin' shit
Four gats got me livin', kid, rushin' through my pyramid
You secondary, go against the grain then you adversary
Had to bury niggas on my side, that snitch

Ran his mouth like a bitch, now he's layin' in a ditch
Daily dug for himself on his grave I had to piss
Scud missile never miss you
Hit you, scratch you off, we left Jim Star rip through

You metal deeper, you ain't havin' it me either
It's drama, ain't got time for no breathers
Rapper Noyd make these niggas into believers

Huh, huh
Hey Noyd, what up this cat right here, man
Word up

The tough guy strong me, I guess he got plans to ruin me
He want ta do me slowly but surely I beat his fast ass a bit early
Grabbed the biased raid, the shit was curly
Put the drome to his dome let him know it's never early

You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side
Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes
He was surprised I snatched him up regulated his gat
And backed him up, stepped to the side, P blast em up

Hey yo, cannons are rough, you got strucked up, ya strokes slit
So rapper nigga playin' thug try to pro shit
(Yo, kill that nigga, man)
All I remember was I shot for his throat G
You see big guns and 3-D is haunting

It gets deep, fuckin' with these Chinese
Thai weed burnin' my hip from hot gats
Burnin' my lips from roach clips
Catch me on 40th and Bootlegger in the a.m.

These 'R-tape meridian' cats, insomniacs
Four in the mornin' we throwin' back some Cognac juice
Lettin' gats loose in the blue van blitz through
These kids too couldn't find the pistol

Ay yo, I got the Lexus, holdin' my necklace
I'm bent off some next shit, gasoline wick, a kerosene twist
Stumblin', place of my gun right, it's slipped down its caliber
Lookin' for chicks that he can stab now

Numbed up for my fiery cup, I held juice of sin's nectar
Saints found they youth
Mega-action, bitches all around ready to fuck
Big asses, you bought all the shit, pressin' ya luck

My pipe games like a night train top speed through ya warm piece
to say the least

Give up the pussy fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the cell if it ain't a freak show
Said you know Mobb Deep is plannin' this shit
QBC, niggas grab their click

Give it up fast, quick and not slow
Not goin' to the tables if it's not about dough
Son you know Mobb Deep is runnin' this shit
QBC, nigga grab your click

(And that's how it go)
And that's it nigga
(If it ain't a freak show)
It ain't a freak show

Ya know what I'm sayin'?
(Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up)
Don't go
(You know the deal)
Rapper Noyd, rapper P, Nas, Havoc to the exit

Niggas we out, what up
(The Infamous)
It's over baby
(Fuck 9-6 to 9-7)
Tell the rest of the crew

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[Verse 1: Nas]
P.S. 111 at free lunch, embarrassed but managed to get a plate
We was kids hungry, Mom’s working I was famished, she getting home late
So I decided now I’m in charge
Either stay full of starve, corner store like Mr. Spare-a-Quarter
Before Air Jordans, Kareem Abdul-Jabbars
Trying to cop quarters and trying to move that hard
Roll with a shooting squad
How could I not succumb? How could I not partake?
15 I got a gun, 16 I robbed a train
Licked off a shot for fun, what’s got inside my brain?
A hustler’s job ain’t done, ‘til he becomes a king
But I’m a righteous son, despite I’m in the mist of
Dudes who switch up and change
They want to carry me like I’m some kind of lame
I never let them know, I just forgive them though
Either that or the pistol blow

[Verse 2: Nas]
I remember early mornings – syrup sandwiches, sugar water, yeah
Walking up the dark stairwells, elevators was out of order, yeah
Worth 200 million now, bicentennial nigga, flat screens and condominiums
Brazilian women on Xannies they pulling off panties
I’m pushing 40, she only 21
Don’t applaud me, I’m exhausted G
Me and my red cup, my blunt and my red cup
Y’all wouldn’t know me without one, I keep a fresh cut
Remember talking to Biggie inside his Lex truck
Said stay fly when you bummy, keep your pajamas Armani

Hood forever, I just act like I’m civilized
Really what’s in my mind is organizing a billion black motherfuckers
To take over JP and Morgan Goldman and Sachs
And teach the world facts and give Saudi they oil back

[Verse 3: Nas]
1990′s Polo Ralph Lauren on him
Gone a few years, the whole world snoring on him
Girls all up on him, I spread them, hit them and dead them
She says, “third leg from a legend is sheer heaven”
She says, “it is the greatest loving”
The tales you hear is the truth, on me
Who wasn’t the most faithful husband
Reveal my life, you will forgive me
You will love me, hate me, judge me, relate to me
Only a few will, this how it sounds when you too real
They think it’s just music still
Well I am a graphic classic song composer
Music notes on sheets, I wrote this piece to get closure
Some of y’all might know Kelis – this goes to her with love
Also goes to y’all, let’s see
The craziest things already happened to me
So either you’ll be laughing at me or you’re laughing with me, ha

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[Hook: Nikki Flores]
Just like a rose
Everybody knows that you are so beautiful
But I feel a thorn in my hide
I should’ve known, we can’t repair what we broke
But I held you close
Too close
I should’ve left your roses at the door
They’re sharper than before
And I don’t want them no more
I should’ve left your roses at the door
They’re sharper than before
And I don’t need them no more

[Verse 1: Nas]
I have no time to give you guidance
Barely have any fuck time either
Hefner minded like, I think you’re fine, but
I seen the finest women that ever came out a beaver
Mind reader, can tell she vegan or not when I meet her
Or if she insecure, most are
If she’s mixed, a possible psycho alert goes off
Not a judge cause a judge dont wear no draws, yet he allows
Everything to go to your spouse when you end your vows
My tax bracket not enough blacks have it
Who should I date? Project chick or Cuban actress?
A white chick, they might flip talking that blackness
Should only attract black shit, I’m an ass magnet
If you mad at that, you’ll be mad forever
Never played you, I prayed we would stay together
Wished it’d last forever, know what I mean
Heard you tear a rose from the roots, the rose screams

[Hook: Nikki Flores]
Just like a rose
Everybody knows that you are so beautiful
But I feel a thorn in my hide
I should’ve known, we can’t repair what we broke
But I held you close
Too close

[Verse 2: Nas]
Them Xanax can’t manage your maniac manic depressive expressions
They some silent killers, that stress shit
That put ulcers in a lot of niggas
I’m blowing medical, it helps chill a violent temper
I done went to hell and back, you always think you right
You know when you wrong, and still you want to fight
When people like my song, you want to kill ‘em right?
You resent me every time I make a million right?
You want to experience life when you calling all the shots
Ordering bottles for all your girls up in the spot
Have your own cash, own your own Benz
Your own house, everything, me, I understand
Thought you would bask in the glory as Queen Bee
Put you on under Martin Scorsese: Mean Street
The first movie he made, thought that was fly
I thought you was flyer, you a fuckin’ liar

[Hook: Nikki Flores]
Just like a rose
Everybody knows that you are so beautiful
But I feel a thorn in my hide
I should’ve known, we can’t repair what we broke
But I held you close
Too close
I should’ve left your roses at the door
They’re sharper than before
And I don’t want them no more
I should’ve left your roses at the door
They’re sharper than before
And I don’t need them no more

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[Verse 1]
At times I window watch at the Wynn hotel
Lots of thinking happens in life, will I win or fail?
Mind of a shooter, CFO also
Ethiopian food flown in, it’s unlawful
Money is attractive, honey dress strapless
Agent Provocateur underwear: she’s classic
Stroll up in the party: titanium black car
Romanian ladies like Casablanca, Casbah
‘Cept we in the VIP area, that’s ours
You know the real rap gods, typical trap star turned rap star
These old heads got stories, the days they was kings
I pray secret indictments don’t take away their dreams
You 16, you could do 20, come home young
Catch 20 years when you 40? Holmes, you’re done
What have we become? Rap stars from trap stars
Black gods to Ansars to Sunnis back to goonies
A 360 in the streets real grizzly
Shooters is cold, kid, the old shit was learning
Student enrollment to focus, yet hooligans roll with
Toasters to pop your medullas off of your shoulders
This ain’t the Truman Show; it’s the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle
Chewing on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you
It’s U.S.A. against the gangsta, where’s the love?

[Cocaine 80s]
Love, I’ll trade you love
I’ve traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung? It’s not love
That’s fucked up, but I saved your soul
Roll that up

[Nas]
Sometimes I sit on the bench just to watch the game
Feet on cement, there ain’t a mobster living I could name
Who made it out rich, in his absence I do not proclaim
To not have a heart like wild animals not tamed
Maybe just a typical thug nigga was my rank
‘Cept I had a vision above niggas, what I think
It’s crazy how many brothers come where I come from
Some made it out big, some dead, some unsung
Shots for soldiers on 23 hours lock-up
Younger generation, they want to mimic and mock us
Laughing, separating themselves like they not us, like
“Cops’ll look at you like they look at me? That’s preposterous”
Ain’t it gangsta how your man made it? I’m humble
One gun, one crazy ass nigga, that’s Jungle
Now we having babies, cause growing up it was just us
No uncles or cousins to fight with us, we was fucked up
But still it was beautiful, the love is mutual
Even though me and Jung ain’t show up to your funeral
I hold your son hand, tell him he the man, we love you
Your pops was king, you have a whole lot to live up to
The G is in your genes, already you tuck
Inherit your dad’s swag, it’s George Jefferson’s strut
Stay flyest, they gon’ want to know what in your diet
Don’t be surprised if they want to check your shit and your vomit
Tell them you let it marinate, they swear you made them a promise
No matter what they do, you just stay a man of honor
I’m a street corner nigga, New York Knicks loyalist
Corona sipper, pass it out, might blow it with you
It ain’t the Truman show; it’s the human show
Ask the F.B.I. agent at his cubicle
Chews on his pencil eraser with intents to erase you
Young brother go and get your paper, I got love

[Cocaine 80s]
Love, I’ll trade you love
I’ve traded fire with you long enough
Is that all you brung? It’s not love
That’s fucked up, but I saved your soul
Roll that up

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(Intro)
Yeah,yeah
Uh,Aha

(Verse)
I miss to give,I miss to love
But you broke up promises
Just like you broke my trust
Never again,I won’t hurt again
I promised myself never to love another man,another man

(Pre-Chorus)
You promised you love me,love me,love me
You promised you’ll stay, you’ll stay
But I don’t feel the same

(Chorus)
You’re the one to blame
Why I act this way
You’re the one to blame
Why I think this way
You’re the one to blame
Blame,blame,blame
You’re the one to blame
Blame,blame,blame

(Verse)
Who would’ve tought, I’d end up this way
Stepping on hearts and throwing love away
But you can’t hate the player you gotta hate the game
And I know it hurts to see the monster that you made
That you made

(Pre-Chorus)
You promised you love me,love me,love me
You promised you’ll stay, you’ll stay
But I don’t feel the same

(Chorus)
You’re the one to blame
Why I act this way
You’re the one to blame
Why I think this way
You’re the one to blame
Blame,blame,blame
You’re the one to blame
Blame,blame,blame

(Verse)
Our face cold, with great shoulders by the waist I hold her
Her only mistake is I caught her where I can take over
She cooks stake I’m not a carnivore it’d be kind of raw
But the wine is fine,I’m mature and be times that’s all woman
Have better talks my teenage daughter
Then we have and you a grown woman
So I be vague when I answer questions
About my life or hustlin’, I know you used to first dates
But dudes be all the fun and had this,they want that
Did time and fucked that, beat this they know people
Connections and all that,
You tied up but let’s try intellectual higher subject
Like metaphysics or the science of it
That is corny also, let’s talk about you being my lawful
But nah, not just yet, maybe later we just met
But for now, I need to keep you around
‘Cause this the most perfect all I found in a while

(Chorus)
You’re the one to blame
Why I act this way
You’re the one to blame
Why I think this way
You’re the one to blame
Blame,blame,blame
You’re the one to blame
Blame,blame,blame
Blame,blame,blame,
Blame,blame,blame
Blame,blame,blame

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'Summer On Smash' Lyrics - Nas (Ft. Miguel & Swizz Beatz)
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[Intro: Miguel]
Bad bitches, champagne wishes
Freaks only, baby — let me take pictures

[Nas and Miguel]
Life is good, life is good

[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Ciroc on splash, summer on smash
Top all gone, got the on summer on smash
Tank top on, summer on smash
My neck got a whole lot of glass
Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Y’all know who got the summer on smash (we do)
Look at baby girl showing that ass
She let the world know the summer on smash
Got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Everybody get the summer on smash
We got the summer on smash, summer on smash
Y’all know who got the summer on smash (we do)

[Verse 1: Nas]
Got the summer on smash, eighteen karats
Little overweight, hit the gym, let’s go get the abs in
Louis belt hangs on the waist, it ain’t even fastened
I’m trying to get every number from every woman passing me by
She’s fly; black, Asian, Boriqua
Italian, mixed chicks, Middle Eastern
Eritrean, Ethiopian, how you opening?
Just rolled four with them, bout to smoke again
Rose-gold Rollie, riding the top down
How does Pucci bathing suits on a yacht sound?
Send a massive e-mail to the females
Tell ‘em where to meet us, give ‘em the details

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nas]
It’s the jam here, check it(?)
It’s the summertime, women damn near naked
It’s single season, they choosing who to mess with
I just smashed another belt for the record, respect it
Nas get you out your seats, play this in your Jeeps
My people in the streets, I make it feel like it’s the beach
My goons close by, I’m daring one of y’all to reach
I’m protected like the President, ain’t gotta give a speech
Got a compass on the wrist, Illmatic on the feets
And they ain’t even out yet; she like Ciroc peach
Chain-smoke cigars, count a whole lot of cash
And y’all already know who got the summer on smash

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Miguel]
I gotta do something kinda unexpected, huh?
Bad bitches, champagne wishes
Freaks only, baby — let me take pictures
Skin, sin; wait — do you know whose pool you’re in?
Beaches in Brazil, steaks on a grill
Your body is a weapon that you can’t conceal
Real, make money when the freaks call
Summer on Mars, it’s totally Total Recall
Like
Uda vida, she butterfly
Caliente
Bayame vente, vente comego, ayo ?

[Hook]

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[Hook: Mary J. Blige]
This kind of love is a once in a lifetime cruise
Reach out and touch the love that I have for you
I see you standing there so lost and all alone
I wanna take you in my arms
And tell you that you’re home
I look into your eyes
I said I know you very well
I see a mirror of my life
A reflection of myself

[Verse 1: Nas]
3:45 am can’t sleep, can’t dream
I’m stuck, money problems pop up
How will I survive, guess it’s best to decide not to decide
So that’s my decision
Whatever happens happens
I keep makin’ my millions
Can see myself in presidential campaign dinners
But I’m gassin’ blunts around a bunch of gang members
When you’re too hood to be in them Hollywood circles
And you’re too rich to be in that hood that birthed you
And you become better than legends you thought were the greatest
And out grow women you love and thought you could stay with
Life become clearer when you wipe down your mirror
And leave notes around for yourself to remember
I like to teach and build
With brothers about how easy it is to reach a mill
All you need is some skill, then it’s grindtime
Imagination better than knowledge, say’s Einstein
It’s all in the mind
Nasty the nicest, I’m somewhat of a psychic
Just one minute after it’s heard
You all excited, you all repeat it
So call me a genius, if you didn’t
Now that I said it I force you to think it
Write in my little vignettes, sipping Moet
When you vision me, you vision the best
When I was young they called me, Olu’s son
Now he Nas father, I was the good seed
He was the wise gardener

[Hook:]
This kind of love is a once in a lifetime cruise
Reach out and touch the love that I have for you
I see you standing there so lost and all alone
I wanna take you in my arms
And tell you that you’re home
I look into your eyes
I said I know you very well
I see a mirror of my life
A reflection of myself

[Verse 2: Nas]
Beautiful life, often I dream that I can bring my niggas
Conservatives don’t understand slang linguistics
The burbs talking like the hood’ll change with quickness
Love the skinny model chicks but I prefer the thickness
So what I rap about my riches and I’m ostentatious
Get out of gangsta business seen in me you basic
Try to compare what you live to the life I master
See the fly shit I wear, you try to rock it after
Big bracelets, gold any different faces
White wine spritzers and Switzerland on vacation
The strip club scene favours your supreme banker
Dope fiend neighbours, growing up I’ve seen paper
I describe it, hope you can visualize it
This is reminiscent to all the parks in the project
When my bread is nice, can rival your foamposites
Don’t make me pull my ? out the closet

[Hook:]
This kind of love is a once in a lifetime cruise
Reach out and touch the love that I have for you
I see you standing there so lost and all alone
I wanna take you in my arms
And tell you that you’re home
I look into your eyes
I said I know you very well
I see a mirror of my life
A reflection of myself

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[Amy Winehouse]
Where is he
The man who’s just like me
Heard he is hiding somewhere I can’t see
Where is he
The man who’s just like me
Heard he is hiding somewhere I can’t see
And I’m alone
And I realize that when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry
Yes I’m alone
And I realize that when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry

[Nas]
I want some who like the champagne I like
My a alike, someone to talk me off the bridge
Any day or night
She teach me how to live, she ain’t afraid of life
Not easily impressed with the rich and famous life
Cause she done been there and heard all the rumors before
She love when she ride out with me on my music tour
She like the herbs natural medicine, she cooking good
She tell me everything is cool and looking good
For real, the world so ill
And I want a girl so real,
Who not after material wealth, but get dough still
Or maybe an educator, a lady with …
Who can be out the hood, or even work for the president
As long as there’s no selfishness
Yes, as long as I’m love with the people
It’s deep moving than evident
You can be easily recruited, you’re heaven scent
Your smile, put me on ease
You’re the woman I need, but where is she

[Amy Winehouse]
Where is he
The man who’s just like me
Heard he is hiding somewhere I can’t see
Where is he
The man who’s just like me
Heard he is hiding somewhere I can’t see
And I’m alone
And I realize that when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry
Yes I’m alone
And I realize that when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry

[Nas]
I hate when people write me hostile texts on the counter
My lifestyle’s perception
Invade my personal life…rather be expected
I be tryna reply them, they never suppose I get my quiet timing
They think forever I’m rolling in dough
Swimming in a pool of cash
God, …my fool of as,
I well know, got people coming at me mad
I had a tell homes, I don’t keep a cell phone
My bad, I drag, off the …try to silence it
The noise of my head, the curse of the talented
Strong communicator, vagabond, like …
Round the Equator, and that would get me off the radar
It’s so intense, I’m on my Lilo and Stitch
Pull my Peter grizzy on Christmas, and … is this
A immaculate version of me and my baby, with all respecting you
That only wanna kiss me

[Amy Winehouse]
Where is he
The man who’s just like me
Heard he is hiding somewhere I can’t see
Where is he
The man who’s just like me
Heard he is hiding somewhere I can’t see
And I’m alone
And I realize that when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry
Yes I’m alone
And I realize that when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry

[Nas]
Yeah, yeah, let’s pour some cherry wine
Everything’s good, everything’s fine
Yeah, yeah we bring it every time
Yeah, pour a little cherry wine
He yo … yea, I think they know the time
Everything’s good, everything’s fine
Yeah, pour a little cherry wine
Life is good, life is good, yeah
Life is good, no matter what
Life is good, life is good
Life if good, yeah
No matter what
Life is good

[Amy Winehouse]
Where is he
The man who’s just like me
Heard he is hiding somewhere I can’t see
Where is he
The man who’s just like me
Heard he is hiding somewhere I can’t see
And I’m alone
And I realize that when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry
Yes I’m alone
And I realize that when I get home
I wanna go through my red and my cherry.

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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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eyes must be wiser
live..up and closing it blind cause
listen ’cause she need a..remind me
let me this bullet bullet out right here
change you by i need adviser
hard to beat but fuck it i don’t need a driver
’cause all girl who’ll be alright though
can’t believe she pull it, pull it
nigga gun gun down

pre chorus:
but she want me hold up, hold up down
sorry boo boo you guess no love, no love
must be careful got me fucked up, fucked up wow (you got em fucked up)
you know a nigga ain’t gonna hold up, hold up down

chorus:
i’m a mirage, what? what that look like?
i’m a mirage, what the fuck i look like
shawty you’re mine, you’re mine
what i look like? open your eyes, you’re blind
what the fuck up i look like

yeah yeah you’re mine i should advertise to you
people telling all of those crazy lies to you
you believe em i don’t wanna accept the truth
who the fuck you’re kidding, kidding
what’s the
sad to see you rain fall
you don’t know how to shit to the..
i guess you got your reward, reward
fore the i can like you don’t need me babe

pre chorus:
but she want me hold up, hold up down
sorry boo boo you guess no love, no love
must be careful got me fucked up, fucked up wow (you got em fucked up)
you know a nigga ain’t gonna hold up, hold up down

chorus:
i’m a mirage, what? what that look like?
i’m a mirage, what the fuck i look like
shawty you’re mine, you’re mine
what i look like? open your eyes, you’re blind
what the fuck up i look like

you’re looking for love and i’m the one you imagine
without flick money from g rapping
my body rapping sir valentino, laura piano fashion
sex with passion, romancing laughing
happiness action restaurants relaxing
they got some good sushi and aspen
a good p**sy and smashin
i call you masa lisa yeah i’m your visa
american express i must confess
i’ll try to go beyond love
love is good but to me good is just an enemy of great
you wanna make it to the top
but you dont’ got what ti take to be a model, actress, singer, stripper
want me to help you to become a star
you was my sister, you was my soldier
then i used to miss you, i used to love you
i think to hold you
you didn’t know me it was only just a mirage, mirage

chorus:
you didn’t know me it was only just a mirage, mirage
what the fuck i look like
shawty you’re mine, you’re mine
what i look like? open your eyes, you’re blind
what the fuck up i look like
yeah

what the fuck i look like?
what the fuck i look like?
fucked up

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check it out
i call it
yeah
yeah
yeah, yeah

i call it “shit for niggas with daughters”
i call this “shit for niggas with daughters”
i call this “shit for niggas with daughters”
i call this “shit for niggas with daughters”

[verse 1]
i saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age
who locked up, first i regretted it then caught my rage, like
how could i not protect her from this awful phase?
never tried to hide who i was, she was taught and raised like
a princess, but while i’m on stage i can’t leave her defenseless
plus she’s seen me switching women, pops was on some pimp shit
she heard stories of her daddy thuggin’
so if her husband is a gangster can’t be mad, i love her
never, for her i want better, homie in jail- dead that
wait till he come home, you can see where his head’s at
niggas got game, they be tryna live
he seen your mama crib, plus i’m sure he know who your father is
although you real, plus a honest kid
don’t think i’m slow, i know you probably had that chronic lit
you 17, i got a problem with it
she looked at me like i’m not the cleanest father figure but she rocking with it

this for niggas wit’ daughters
i call this, shit for niggas wit’ daughters
yo, not sayin’ that our sons are less important

shit for niggas wit’ daughters
i call this, shit for niggas wit’ daughters
i call it, not sayin’ that our sons are less important

[verse 2]
this morning i got a call, nearly split my wig
this social network said “nas go and get ya kid”
she’s on twitter, i know she ain’t gon post no pic
of herself underdressed, no inappropriate shit, right
her mother cried when she answered
said she don’t know what got inside this child’s mind, she planted
a box of condoms on her dresser then she instagrammed it
at this point i realized i ain’t the strictest parent
i’m too loose, i’m too cool with her
shoulda drove on time to school with her
i thought i dropped enough jewels on her
took her from private school, so she can get a balance
to public school, they too nurture teen talents
they grow fast
one day she’s ya little princess, next day she talking boy business
what is this?
they say the coolest playas and foulest heart breakers in the world
god get’s us back, he makes us have precious little girls

[hook]

[verse 3]
and i ain’t tryna mess ya thing up
but i just wanna see you dream up
i finally understand
it ain’t easy to raise a girl as a single man
nah, the way mothers feel for they sons, how fathers feel for they daughters
when he date, he straight, chip off his own papa
when she date, we wait behind the door with the sawed off
cuz we think no one is good enough for our daughters
love

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[verse 1: nicki minaj]
this a celebration, this is levitation
look at how you winning now?
this to dedication; this is meditation
higher education; this the official competitor elimination
i-i-i-i was taking trips with webs that moved ‘wait
came back to queens to hit up a new state
b*tches don’t know the half, like they flunk they math
b*tches ain’t half cut up crack up in the stash
50 cent italian, icy flow
this is that run-and-get-a-dollar-for-the-ice-cream-cone
cause they killed my little cousin nicholas
but my memories only happy images
this is for the hood, this is for the kids
this is for the single mothers; n*ggas doing bids
this one is for tee-tee, tweety, voila, sharika
candace, temby, lauren, iesha

[hook: nicki minaj]
it’s a celebration (for the ghetto)
it’s time, time we... (ooh, ooh)
they know who we are (they know who we are)
champion, the champions (champion, champion)

[verse 2: drake]
yeah, okay
we made it to america
i remember when i used to stay with erica
labor transferred 20 million to comerica
it’s f*cking terrible, it’s got me acting out of character
young t.o. n*gga, either riding range
the ferrari top down, screaming, "money ain’t a thang!"
tell me when i change, girl, but only when i change
cause i live this sh*t for real, n*ggas know me in the game, they know!
making hits in three acre cribs
cooking up tryna eat n*ggas, steak and ribs
i made a couple stars outta basic chicks
nowadays blow the candles out, don’t even make a wish
having good times, making good money
lot of bad b*tches, but they good to me
i make them do the splits for a rap
wish you n*ggas good luck, tryna get where i’m at
straight like that

[hook: nicki minaj]
it’s a celebration (for the ghetto)
it’s time, time we... (ooh, ooh)
they know who we are (they know who we are)
champion, the champions (champion, champion)

[verse 3: young jeezy]
straight ballin’ in this b*tch, jeremy lin; melo
tell me one thing you won’t do; settle
give me one word for each chain; yellow
pocket full of money, black cars; ghetto
critics say i ain’t in the game; ain’t i?
jizzle how you deal with the fame; stay high
stay putting on for the town; may i?
what you call a crib in the sky? play high
half a mill in three weeks, yeah i did it like a champ
moment from the pride, yes, you did it with the stamps
wait a minute, everybody balls for the photos
somebody tell these local hating n*ggas i’m global
tell me what i gotta do to get this champagne going
what i gotta do to get this coconut flowing?
don’t let me hear sean carter, i’m the ballest of the ace
let me hear sean comb, money case is in my place, let’s celebrate

[hook: nicki minaj]
it’s a celebration (for the ghetto)
it’s time, time we... (ooh, ooh)
they know who we are (they know who we are)
champion, the champions (champion, champion)

[verse 4: nas]
i saw my first two million dollars, i was 23
i’m barely a man, yet, i had some killers under me
this ain’t rated pg, this rated pj
cause that’s where a n*gga from murder on replay
my 24th b-day, i’m sailing to bermuda, you can see me on a yacht
blasting pop, little not, i ain’t greedy
i’m back to thugging, b*tches
back to making them kiss other b*tches
my man sister like me, i don’t f*ck my brother sister
i just despise your desire to be different
my ten year old plan is just one year to finish
my list look like this, first thing to sever
the difference in pussy, white, black, latin and other
here’s a man who clearly isn’t basic
wait in list just to hear me and witness the greatness
loud laughter, while writing my next chapter: fast cash life
happily ever after
champions

[hook: nicki minaj]
it’s a celebration (for the ghetto)
it’s time, time we... (ooh, ooh)
they know who we are (they know who we are)
champion, the champions (champion, champion)

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Shouldn’t have to cry for you to make me smile
Hey, talking down to me, I got your child, over
Should I have to beg you, to hear me out, oh
Should I need another reason, for me to shut you out?
Put my heart….

Chorus:
Loving you is like running, running on the line
Is like I’m chasing down the love, there’s no finish line inside
I just keep on running, running on the line
Then you wonder why I’m so damn tired all the time!
I keep on running,
Feels like I’m running, running on the line
I keep on running, yeah
And you wonder why I’m so damn tired all the time.

What’s a little laughter, oh, when it comes with so much pain?
Oh, I’ll be here forever, if I wait for you to text.
Oh, oh, but I’ll know if I can do it, cause I’m running low with…
Can’t believe you broke me to this and rip my heart…
What’s it gonna take for me to break away?
I really don’ know, hey!
Cause my heart never run…

Chorus:
Loving you is like running, running on the line
Is like I’m chasing down the love, there’s no finish line inside
I just keep on running, running on the line
Then you wonder why I’m so damn tired all the time!
I keep on running,
Feels like I’m running, running on the line
I keep on running, yeah
And you wonder why I’m so damn tired all the time.

Yeah, yeah, you got the …
Running and waving
Saying nothing to keeps us from it
That’s my woman, but you might fall in love with the youngster
Hipster, someone taller, bolder, richer, and locked down
Maybe someone different …. backgrounds and …
I wish you the white gown, the god, the white veil, rings …
Is tiara in your hair like a queen
I told you, lately I…
…a lot of my lady friends getting older
Looking for somebody to cough them
Rush into a hospital, don’t even truly love them…
… jealous and their lonely, cry, but they’re phony
Oh, Fiona, you know me
We still got time to find real L O V E
Like the lyrics in a real love songs… so keep it run it for me
If you’re out there listening, so now I don’t need a trophy I need a misses
Trying to give a … wife a kids business
…my dream is to have a family.

All I ever wanted was a…
All I ever needed was a love…
Did you ever really loved me or is love so blind
I hear it all…

Chorus:
Loving you is like running, running on the line
Is like I’m chasing down the love, there’s no finish line inside
I just keep on running, running on the line
Then you wonder why I’m so damn tired all the time!
I keep on running,
Feels like I’m running, running on the line
I keep on running, yeah
And you wonder why I’m so damn tired all the time.

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[intro: super cat]
super cat
new york girls dem are bad over we (4x)
nas the don (8x)
in a new york city (4x)

[verse 1]
yea….yea
smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle
hope i don’t catch a homo (homicide)
grossing our net
simultaneous making me climb higher heinous crimes behind me
search but can’t find me
fuck sadness
had this been you havin this lavish
habitual happiness at me you wouldn’t look backwards
you would have sex on condominium roof decks
so anyone move next
i’ll hit you with two techs
rocking roberto cavalli no shirt on convertible mazy
my columbiana mommy ridin beside me
every tat mean something, that’s my word on my body
i’ll have to lean something wit that mossberg shotty
my niggas is ignorant put lead in yo pigment
just for all the days y’all was mad i was getting it
in 97 the six
98 the bentley
now it’s the ghost phantom
and ya’ll can’t stand em but……

[hook]
nas the don (8x)
in a new york city (4x)

[verse 2]
army jacket swag army jacket green and black
wit the square top pocket that snaps
where the gas at?
pass that, not you
you hold crack where your ass at
i never did that, my sock where my stash was at
yo i used to listen to that red alert and rap attack
i fell in love with the poetry i mastered that
cuttin school with preme team at phat cat was at
future not crystal clear yet baccarat

now im the one that’s reppin queens way beyond your wildest dreams
bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team
that long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans
20 years in this game lookin 17
i don’t lean: no codeine, promethazine
i just blow green pick which a bitch can bless the king
although he’s on to another chapter
heavy d gave this beat to salaam for me to rap to
blaaaah…

[hook]

[verse 3]
yeah yeah..
new york is like an island, a big rikers island
the cops be out wildin, all i hear is sirens
it’s all about surviving same old two step
tryna stay alive when
they be out robbin, i been out rhyming
since born knowledge like prophet muhammad
say the ink from a scholar
worth more than the blood of a martyr
so i’mma
keep it on til i see billion dollar
keep your friends close and ya enemies closer
love model chocha mommy pop it like she suppose to
eyes red shot like i’m never sober
big time smoker, indonesian doja
minis you can hold up before you get all wet up from my soldiers
don shit
under fire i remain on some calm shit
this for every ghetto and the hood
nas the don and super cat the don dada
understood…

[hook]

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[Intro]
We all dream one day we kings and queens
We all dream one day we kings and queens
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream
[Verse 1: Tyga]
Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit with denim
My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless
5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something like chemists
Monumental, statues like Egyptians
God cover my soul, need it, can't let it go
I know you get lonely when I ain't home, on the road
I know I ain't perfect, I'm out here working for the throne
I would take you along, but then that college loan you'll owe
Young girls in cheap dresses, tryna impress us
Saying they all different, but I don't show them no effort
Underestimated that, then I tested
Had to make investments, honey colored dressed it
I'm blessed it, cross-sign baptism West shit
Shit on anybody with an opinion, you dead wrong
Go against a bull nigga head-on
I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb
Army stance, ready for war
We use a Andy Warhol to paint the decor
Apologizing for my actions, sometimes I get bored
They say my music knocks, so I hope it open every door
[Hook: Tyga] x2
We all dream one day we kings and queens
We all dream one day we be kings and queens
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream
My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream
[Verse 2: Wale]
Never take this shit to heart, I take indo to chest
And now a nigga chasing dreams without losing his breath
Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best
Though I do this to be heard, I'mma do it to death
We in cool with all of these niggas
I'm through with all of these niggas
You fool with all of these niggas
You lose like all of these (niggas)
Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits
Anybody riding with young'in will probably recoup
Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them lyrics
Finna be king, but I'm way too proud to offer as (minion?)
I just offer a guillotine to my vehicle, nigga
And don't shit to these people's opinions
I'm a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches
Double M-G, Y-M-C-M, B ‘cause we run this you dig?
We all kings, give anything to my soft queens
I'm lost without them, when they around I am Charles Sheen
[Hook] x2
[Verse 3: Nas]
You're in the presence of a majestic, esoteric
Message from the most ghettoest king, worldwide respected
I can say ghettoest ‘cause I come from where metal spit
Praying to God I can slide and slip out the Devil's grip
Won't pop another pill, can't drink another sip
Tryna slow down with this pussy, I can't, I love this shit
I seem to love these whips – a white
Maserati's my birthright car, pass it, I need another hit
At night, where they murdered
That's the same block Metta World Peace learned to play ball
See I'm born alone, die alone, from the hoods to the private home
College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom
Shout out to baby mothers of niggas who gangbang
‘Cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
So that make you a queen, surviving anything
Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring
Pimp of the year, I could smack your father
Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver
I been in pressed silk since breast milk
Mets cap on tilt, we some kings, nigga

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