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nas yo this esco, who this?
az
Whats the deally?
I just touched grounds down in philly
Brought a pound with me, feds floatin around silly
Tryin to find lynn, b*tch supposed to be in the benz
Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe gwen
Should of known she was a b*tch that we both could of boned
To post it alone, the as* had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels
No time for them thoughts, too much to lose
Just tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the ride
Wheres your joy and pride?
You know little des got your eyes
nas
In the cut, drop-z okay, the tops up
Left the mall bought little amal the toy truck
Your boys what, three years old now, correct?
He and my daughter age neck and neck, they futures set
Trees got me wet, in the backgrounds an old cassette
Fly stephanie mills s**t
Whats the deal with, all this s**t Im hearin up top
You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop
That aint ya stee, you usually low key with no t
Im only goin off of what some weak b*tch told me
az
Thats some ill s**t, hear that b*tch go with her click
nas
Yo dunn,
Ill hit you right back cause the static is thick
spanish speaker -> words unknown
Chorus: dr. dre
We got your phone tapped, what you gon do
Cause sooner or later, well have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, then you through
We got your phone tapped, what you gon do
Cause sooner or later, well have your whole crew
All we need now is the right word or two
To make all it stick like glue, we got you
az
We just hit the cribbo, Im curled up on this pillow
Im still low, hold the ill news, these killed mo
The s**t touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie
From a while back - same foul cats who tried to bust me
Caught em sleeppin, in spanish harlem with some puerto ricans
Up in washington heights right off the deacon
Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phones tapped
Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own back
nas
Keep your eyes open - stay wide, s**t is mind blowin
Look for any sign showin one-time is knowin
About the dynasty, s**t is not minor leauges no more
Cats bleed in this cold war
Son we took an oath, then this life took us both
We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth
Now Im on the car doin, headlights on
Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light storm
Thats formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow?
Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other side
nature
Yo son some other cats tried to ruin our plans
Sendin two decoy girls with pictures of you and your man
Askin your whereabouts - I gave em no leads
For all the nigg* know them hoes fk with police
nas
No s**t Im clickin over, ima tell sos quick
Son - them outta state girls tryin to get us both hit
That was nate, he hit me last night late while in my hoes stomach
Said its no hundred, we fbis most wanted
So play the low, change your clothes, pack your bags
Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast
Chorus
az
Yo its all good
Ima hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, word
nas
Stay on point - dont even use the phone
Just come to my crib yo, word up
az
Out