Best Guest Feature: Nas

[5th Letter]

Body In The Trunk

 

[5th Letter]

Ghetto Rich remix

 

[NAWLEDGE_GOD]

Success, McLaren, women staring
My villain appearance
Sacred blood of a king and my vein ain't spilling
Ghetto Othello, Sugar Hill Romello
Camaro driven, I climax from paper
Then ask: "Why is life worth living?"
Is it to hunt for the shit that you want?
To receive's great, but I lust giving
The best jewelers wanna make my things
I make Jacob shit on Lorraine just to make me a chain
Niggas mentioned on One Love
Came home to the paper in hand
Ain't gotta brag about the Feds, young man
Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments
Google Earth Nas; I got flats in other continents
Worst enemies wanna be my best friends
Best friends wanna be enemies like that's what's in
But I don't give a fuck, walk inside the lion's den
Take everybody's chips, 'bout to cash them in
Up your catalog, dog, mine's worth too much
Like Mike Jacks ATV pub, Mottola can't touch
Let this bitch breathe! (Ha heh)

 

[Goldie]

 

[ChicagoFigure]

Came in to post this one ^^^

And this one:

 

[Maywood]

 

[God_Body]

Nas bodied this. Calm Down.



Hot Boyz Remix

"My QB piece make y'all niggas tuck ya shit in"

 

[God_Body]

"In the crib, two bricks of coke, liquor and dope. Pretty Hawaiian bitches who eat choch and deep throat."



He bodied this as well

 

[DMorgan]

This my shit!

 

[Chicity]

I came to post this shit here

A stranger to the block I damn near had to make them cop it
It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage
I brought it back to poppy, ain't tryna take no losses
He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses
He gives me powder he has faith in Nas'
Ambition's to distribute coke
Had additions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes
But I'm again broke
This shit ain't cut for me, other dealers they up their orders
Barely at 62 they already up they quotas
They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya
I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal

 

[Revolver Ocelot]

Nas is the goat

 

[Revolver Ocelot]

 

[NAWLEDGE_GOD]

Yeah, yeah
It started with rhythms I heard listenin' to the wall
The bouncin' of basketballs on playgrounds and all
The empty bottles that's hollow, wind blowin' inside 'em
The flow and the rhymin' got my alignment to a science
Mixin' with my moms in the kitchen, them spoons rattlin'
Pots and pans, faucet water pourin', tunes managin'
To come from all the fussin' and ramblin'
What I noticed was -- pure music, untampered with
By things showbiz does; older thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug, juice from the street light
It almost could have blowed us up
Crates of records, great sessions had the whole hood jammin'
Large speakers, fresh made, smell the wood sandin'
Father did his blues smooth, legendary jazz man
Saw his wife secondary to his true passion
Started with my crew rappin', new jacks in '82
Never looked back, now look what it changed me to: music

 

[Norrin_Radd]

 

[Nicky dimes]

He did a remix on that one missy joint