love jay on renegade but - challenge accepted
take the second or third verse of this song
too real!!!
(and this ain't even nas' best)
the gems nas drops on this one are too real
Yo, hoes in my fold can slow me, roll with the brokest homies
Cold and we hopeless lonelies, scolding my foes who phony
From blocks where coke can feed you and cops are over evil
They know some people who tell on felons who sold some diesil
Here on and blow it rurals, its mine, knew a crew one time
`89, they took work to Caroline and blew big time
In just two years, their crew disappear
Snitches and bytches, smeared the paint on their pictures
Years back, I reminiscence and remember, sitting on wood benches
Gave me splinters, just a baby nikka thankful
When them killers came through, guns out, moving
I thank the ones who said shorty go home, we about to be shooting


