it's hind legs Since Arnold and Willis in they bunk beds, I wanted bread like Wonder Not manned-a-wanno like the parents of Lionel Nas is the Ghetto American
the first week to go gold When your label can cop half of what's sold You can have the top 10 billboard spots Keep that, either way I'mma still get
gotta tell you niggas? I'm not like you! Sup niggas It's your boy Crooked I Yeah Turn this shit up Turn it up! I ain't never love a cop They some American
again. Battlin' years who denied history's lies, while mystery's wive's, watching with misty eyes watching they niggas be beaten visciously Battling this world is North America
can meet me in the sky i already got my own clothes already got my own shoes i was hot before barack imagine what im gon do hello miss america hey pretty
, open your ears, close your eyes, listen Here?s a little story that I got to tell About this Chico named Pit everyone knows so well Illmatic like Nas
The sleeping sons of Jacob For what tomorrow may bring May a better day come Yesterday we were Kings Can you tell me young ones Who are we today [Nas
t go back again Battlin' years of denyin' history, lies and mysteries Wives with misty eyes watchin' their niggas be beaten viciously Battle in the wilderness of North America
no ghetto, this ain't America, it's England, where we live ain't nothing special. You can take anywhere and call it a ghetto, Same way you make cyanide, same way
can meet me in the sky I already got my own clothes already got my own shoes I was hot before barack imagine what I'm gon do Hello miss america hey pretty
, open your ears, close your eyes, listen Here's a little story that I got to tell About this Chico named Pit everyone knows so well Illmatic like Nas
(feat. Cee-Lo, Nas) [Diddy] The world at my sneakers, Gold pieces moulded with Jesus features, Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether,
Membership is based off your raw intelligence 400 screen video editing with hard evidence Imagine being fined over a rhyme for steppin' over the line? When I inspired Hova and Nas
head, T.L.C. where was we? Still rock the prada 'fore that, rock the Starter Niggas out in Georgetown, and Magic way harder Thinking back to the projects, and they way
it, I'm givin it all I got Y'all haters can't hold me. *No Way* And y'all don't want to zone me *Want it your way* So when I get, I'm gon' get it, in
Queens....all niggaz gather up all your arms and get ready for this new world order shit is about to change-muther fucker [Verse 1:] I'm America's nightmare