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OPINION Nas Edition: Best B Sides?

“Hold down the block”

“It's beef week, Monday, murder
Two niggaz dead, Tuesday
Wednesday and Thursday is hearse-day
Friday, somebody-gotta-die-day
Saturday, put the gat away
Chillin' wit your chick and a bag of haze
Wonderin' how it's all gon' end
and what type of way
'Cause Sunday back to gunplay
Most shit start over nothin'
And get finished quick
cause the art of repercussion
Yeah, I seen it, a G' going out indecent
Takin' a plea agreement, thinkin' he secret
Escape the crime scene,
now you live straight like 9:15
Then one-time intervene (I gotta lay)
Mama ain’t like me sayin'
I don't care if I die
But the SIG Sauer on me
yo I'm scared to die
You thinkin' the one I send to clap you
be a shorty
But he old school, holdin' a 38,
he in his forties…”

“You wouldn’t understand “

Let's make a bet,
I know the reason you ain't make it yet
You say you set,
but you ain't see the tedious ingredients
That go inside of a rider,
you hiding from problems and
You never knew how to make dollars
You couldn't make orders
at a drive-through McDonald's
I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason,
'89 with a bottle
Niggas jealous of Jason,
dark green seven forty, no tint
Rollie on wrist, gleaming he rock the baldy
Used to ride with him
to Brooklyn, louis, and hallsey
Cop chocolate thai,
Vernon style and burn it down
My nigga hype in the federal joint,
verdict out
20 years getting money
in the dirty south
That's alleged,
you see my nigga's a stand up dude
So I'm yelling free my nigga
My nephew godfather Malik,
he jammed up too
For what his hands usually call for,
but he ain't do it”

“Live nigga rap”

Niggas thinkin' shit sweet,
I carry big heat
Wavy hair, chipped teeth,
up in this bitch deep
Queens murder cliques meet
Yellow tape on black gates
Mediterranean, projects is like Kuwait
I escape into zones that's irregular
Why debate on a phone? I'm solar cellular
Escobar 600
You just a crumb inside a world
where the rich run it
Curriculum of a mathologist
Deep throats, they try to swallow this, anthropologists
Dynasties of great knowledgists
I preserve in my dome
Niggas' mics is full of silicone, spot's blown
Guerilla ice on this killer's life,
I put my word on it
Now, you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it
Nas is ménage à trois on Mount Airy Lodges
We like a smooth fam',
but rougher than how DeBarge is
Catchin' charges of marksmen,
livin' heartless Grab a cartridge,
cock my shit on some Mobb shit
We mobbin', puttin' niggas in mausoleums
From Queens 'cross to Throgs Neck,
heads bop, I see 'em!”
 
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