They never realized how real Nas is so decisive
It's just the likeness of Isrealites mist that made me write this
A slight twist of lime rhyme, be chasing down your primetime
Food for thought or rather mind wine
The Don Juan features the freak shyt, my thesis
On how we creep quick, fukking your wife that ain't so secret
It's mandatory see that p*ssy, they hand it to me
I got no game it's just some bytches understand my story
There ain't no drama that my nikka's never handle for me
My gator brand is Mauri, walking through rough land before me
Where the snakes put a smile on they face
Hoping and praying I'm stuck
Scoping they lay in the cut, weighing my luck
Player haters play this in cell blocks and rock stages
Winking at some females cops with cocked gauges
Really it's papers I'm addicted to
Wasn't for rap then I'll be sticking you
The mag inside the triple goose
Face down on the floor's the routine
Don't want hear nobody blow steam
Just cream or it's a smoke screen
Imagine that, that's why I hardly kick the bragging raps
I zone, to each his own and this ghetto inhabitant
Geeezus...
That crack
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