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[verse 1 - nas]
hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss
pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
reminisce on the deceased who no longer exist
only wishin' we could bring them back with songs like dis
old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time click
holdin' nines, thoughts of death, not our lives we risk
how it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in shifts
jakes wit pale faces in the night is the scariest
they handcuff me, they knew my government and alias
various calls were made up for awarin' us
the d's in the marked vans and cabs
in our land, hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
turnin' out young lady's and make them make thoughties
got them coked out, the hood is bugged out
thug babies, famous in they strollers
before they walk they knew the hood talk
it's in the air of new york
so everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up
treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call home
fist fight till we grown and these guns come out
circle of life, it's kinda deep how we end out.
