[ame]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZSODfefzlE[/ame]
Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
nikkaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, shyt is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six nikkaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five nikkaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four nikkaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nikka ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shyt
Fake shyt -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fukkin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?
Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors
Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors
Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me to the radiator
Why not? It might've saved later from my block
N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin off the stroll, coughin
stitches in they head, stinkin and I dread thinkin they be snitchin
But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans
Parked in the dark -- NARC's, where's your heart?
Hustlers starve; they bust a U-e I jog
to my building -- come out later wearin camouflage
See the sergeant and the captain -- strangle men
nikkaz gaspin for air; til they move no more and just stare
with dead eyes -- tired of riots, shyt is quiet
Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews
Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sister's pregnant
father's on drugs, moms is smokin, beds is piss-infested
Had eight partners growin up, eight turned to seven
Seven turned to six nikkaz, got two in heaven
Six of us, holdin it, now it's five rollin thick
The sixth one's parole flipped; five nikkaz, went to fo' quick
when he went O.T., college life, converted into gangbangin
Four nikkaz still hangin, years passed and slang changin
Three of us now, fourth nikka ain't around
We all thought he was real -- he did the snake shyt
Fake shyt -- beat his ass down, yo his mouth
could've got us all wasted, what a fukkin clown
All I got left in the end is two of my best friends
And we all goin out, to the death for these ends, WHAT?
@ the bolded... Nas best song imo
nas painted a perfect picture with that verse. a lot of people can relate to that 
