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Nas The Lost Tapes

as it is, the more I gain the harder it is To maintain, bitches playin' games Niggas snitchin', I ain't saying names But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang Lost

To my nigga Brought me in this world That's right nigga My old dad imported to the family structure Provide her God, my mom's a queen at university in

Real conversation for that (It's what they want) Huh (It's what they want) What you say, can't hear you man (It's what they want) Speak the fuck up (It

Word to will, buried in his fila suit and heavy chain I wanna be iced-up nigga, bury me the same I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame Respect

dem Can't have one or two guns without squeezin' 'em On our own people and fuck black leaders 'Cause whites ain't got none leadin' them, the rhythm is cosmic Nas

Light it, uhh Light it up, uhh The whole city is mine, prettiest Don I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned

: Uhh [Nas] Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate That was a uncanny era, guns

under the sun It's never what you do, but how it's done What you base your happiness around material, women, and large paper That means you inferior, not major [Nas

odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is To maintain, bitches playin' games Niggas snitchin', I aint saying names But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang Lost