| Buckets like Giligan, still I peep reptilians in the field again
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| Blending in my quintillion ton brain, got me revealing men
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| Quintessential Queensbridge poet, «Back To The Grill Again»
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| Did songs with Chubb Rock to Chris Brown, switched styles
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| Yet to see any heavy weight make it to this round
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| This that pure champion sound, I wear the criz-own
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| Raw, one-take I don’t even need a mix down
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| Demure not docile, volatile, I kick down
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| Amphibians, reptiles who make that hiss sound
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| Their eyes change colors, their pupils start to slit down
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| When I take cover and I let off a fifth round
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| I got seven Mac 11's
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| About eight .38's
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| Nine .9's
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| Ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends (Rest in peace to B. I)
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| This shit never ends (B.I.G. shit)
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| I got seven Mac 11's
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| About eight .38's
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| Nine .9's
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| Ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends (The worlds gone crazy)
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| This shit never ends
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| Stop waitin' for the hood to appreciate ya
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| Whoever gets love in the hood, he’s a freak of nature
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| When I said I wasn’t mainstream, lames scream
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| What does he mean? |
| Who does he think he is?
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| His bank be hid, he hardly out
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| He’s still as hard as he was when he started out
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| We count him out, we count him in
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| Amongst the real, never my crown in doubt
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| So around my house, with my my wins, blessings from my friends
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| Do they love me for me? |
| Or love me for them?
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| I got seven Mac 11's
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| About eight .38's
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| Nine .9's
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| Ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends (The world’s at war)
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| This shit never ends (Everybody packin')
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| I got seven Mac 11's
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| About eight .38's
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| Nine .9's
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| Ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends (It never ends)
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| This shit never ends (What will it take to end?)
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| Can’t see me movin', I’m like the fastest
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| I’m a 3-D movie, no needed glasses
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| They hate it before they hear it
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| Clear I got perseverance, it’s something they can’t bear
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| It’s become apparently clear
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| They fear me, I’m not dying
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| I’d rather put my ears to blaring cops siren
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| My hair in a hot dryer than hear all that pop soundin'
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| Fake spittin', pop rhymin', niggas should stop lyin'
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| Why in a whole year, you still in the same spot, tryin' to change but you not
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| risin'?
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| When will somebody real tell me not Nas and cars you started drivin'
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| I been ridin', been made it, you and your pretend stages
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| I did this since windbreakers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It Never Ends , by - Nas. Song from the album The Lost Tapes 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп