say FREEZE! now pull your cars up next to ours [Chorus] [Pusha T] Where I?m from we don?t gang bang but we sell that thing thing every ghetto same sh
Capri with the motherfuckin' soundtrack to the street Thugs pop to it, sell rocks to it Puffin L's, poppin' glocks to it Soundtrack to the street, a theme for every hood Every
us Because you will get carried away, yeah, you'll be carried away Now I'm subtle, once I pick up my metal Put my foot on the pedal, ridin' through every ghetto
, I come from the ghetto Eight blocks from flushin metal where my family settle Got Chinese, Korean, Asian Used to link up with Nas, from Corntop Choice
that I spoke unto light show me the path Them other ghetto gave me a gun, told me to blast Learn to pass master my mack ?? to flash It's the Nas ??,
the Most High hear me, so fly you can't near me You scared of a mirror, my theory is that - knowledge is power To every projects and every street corner
suicide Nas: Now government official Got you sippin on Cristal and crystal You ??? And took your clan with you i'm out to get you Guaranteed every shell
' new Our friendship ever last All when one minus from few Yes we surely had a blast We're like family Me and you A nuh every path you cross Lead to somebody
Yeah Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G. Nas, he a QB-QB true G Do the history Way before The Firm, like back in the day Nas was the first New York **** rappin
on it's hind legs Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds, I wanted bread like Wonder Not manned-a-wanno like the parents of Lionel Nas is the Ghetto
, give her pies, giver her cake Hit a city, hit a town, hit a state Every ghetto, every hood we there Heavy metal in a roc-a-wear yeah I been there every ghetto
flat tops when Rakim reigned Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin' Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's children And this was goin' on in every New York ghetto
niggas What part you don't understand? I'm the man nigga Why not? Makin' moves and gettin' money with my team We them ghetto star, this here is far from a dream Official Nas
dough Most of y'all could tell, I come from the ghetto Eight blocks from flushin' metal where my family settle Got Chinese, Korean, Asian, used to link up with Nas
open, it's clear Presidential Suites at the Tangiere CHORUS: Nas: How you livin' on your block? AZ: Mines is hot, how you livin' on your block? Nas
add another killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale [Lennox speaking - movie dialogue] Who wan' test me, c'mon! Me shot pussy-hole fi fun [Nas Escobar] Hot corners, cops with warrants, every
livin' like I'm rich Bang broads call me Mr. International, ghetto stars Yo' I talk like a champion, walk like a champion Body like a God, and I promise that Nas
got it, she ride it Every nigga wanna be inside it (No more daddy's little girl) I need her, I'll eat her Do anything to please her My ghetto queen of