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| Subject: Nas : You Can't Kill Me Fri 25 May - 17:40 | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah y'all... New York City... Tryna to see where I'ma go tonight... The most famous town in the whole fuckin' world... The other night, nigga was at Lotus... I hit P and them I was Dom P'ed up in there, you know... But I found this new spot we went to the other night, yo Check it out check it out how it went
[Verse 1]
It was just cool like, smooth night wit' my jewels bright Goons left goons right, coupe wit' blue lights Bad girls in black pearls, gave us cat calls Took 'em back to the crib to break they ass off In the loft mixin' hash and 'dro Honey spreaded that asshole like a wide mouth bass Sippin' wine out the glass, Teddy Pendergrass blast When the phone ring, the house lights flash Turned down the sound, let's get down to bidness Shit about to go down wit' some foul niggaz What the voice said, "what up pop? Who want it?" I put the guap up, get the boy popped He say "son stop, it's dudes you feedin' Who feedin' other dudes, but they really not eatin'" Dog, why you callin' me? This our food You, handle the mouths that it trickles down to Niggaz want beef, I want some of that cow too But I'm in my princely robe, simply rich Don't bother me wit' silly shit, call Rico He said "it IS Rico, of all people Gave his moms furs, called up the mayor To get his crime pardoned, his son's godfather" Said the nigga shot up my cars Last night he laid for me to come out my doors?
[Chorus]
Niggaz always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggaz always on that bullshit Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit Niggaz always on that bullshit To make a nigga wanna open up a full clip Niggaz always on that bullshit Now ya funeral, the preacher's at the pulpit You can't kill me
[Verse 2]
High, fly, send a fella loaf or glass? Fold up cash, you ain't heard the soldier's half You speakin' hogwash, silly shit, ??? to dash I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's a don What you think that he spawned? A slacker? Nah Packed the nines, yo this nigga's asinine Smack ya mom, relaxed and calm, then mack ya mom In a casket, you'll get ya fashion on You'll be in a suit and tie, you'll die You'll make maggots turn to flies, fuckin' wit' Nas Remember anyone can get it at anytime Lames'll swear by ya name, when they lie Get hit wit' the lone star, ripped where ya bones are So tell me how yo' ass gon' run, from a C-Z-P-O-1? In the midst of real steel movers, you a loser Merk you wit'cha own shooters All you want is a name, pissed and insane My security system, my playspot a fireplace, listen Then it goin' off, start spittin' Niggaz try to bring it where I live in Trustin' you, knew where all of the cribs at So we waited wit' the cigs blat, blat, blat!
[Chorus]
"You can't kill me" [to fade] | |
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