| f/ Dr Dre
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| Nas:
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| Yo this Esco, who this
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| AZ:
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| Whats the dilly
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| I just touch grounds down in Philly
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| Brought a pound with me Feds floatin around silly
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| Tryin ta find land
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| They suppose ta be in the benz
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| Parked in row ten, hard in that slohokwan
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| Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned
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| This post of this loan
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| The ass had us both in the zone
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| But you know the rules
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| Both been schooled by older dues
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| I know the jews
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| No time for them thoughts, to much to lose
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| Just tryin to vibe to them ho’s role with the ride
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| Where’s your joint Pras
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| You know little Dezk gotcha eyes
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| Nas:
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| In the cut, drop Z ok the tops up Left the mall bought little Amo the toy truck
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| Your boy’s what, three years old know correct
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| Here my daughter Ase neck in neck
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| They furtures set
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| Trees got me wet in the backgrounds of oakset
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| Fly steppin they mail shit
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| Whats the deal with all this shit I’m hearin up top
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| You got arrested, shot affair, one with a cop
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| That ain’t ya stee, you usually low key with no t
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| I’m only goin on for what some weak bitch told me AZ:
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| That’s some ill shit
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| Hear that bitch go with a click
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| Nas:
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| Dun I’ll hit you right back cause the static is stick
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| Guy Speaking in spanish
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| Chorus (Dr.Dre):
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| We got you phone tap
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| What you gonna do Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew
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| All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue
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| Then you threw
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| We got you phone tap
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| What you gonna do Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew
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| All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue
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| We got you
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| AZ:
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| We just hit the cribo
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| I’m cruled up on this pillow
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| I’m still low, hold this ill news these niggas killed more
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| The shit touched me Tryin ta chill, just lit a dutche from a while back
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| Same foul cats who tryed to bust me Caught em’sleeppin
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| A spanish harlem with some portoricans
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| Up in washington heights right off the decan
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| Feel owful speakin for some vians that feels the phone tap
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| Along with gats left with a vest to watch my own back
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| Nas:
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| Keep your eyes open
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| Stay wide, shit is mind blowin
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| Look for any sign showin, one time is knowin
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| About the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more
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| Cats bleed in this cold war
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| Some we took an oath, then this life took us both
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| We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth
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| Now I’m on the car doin, headlights on Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone
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| This lifes scarmed
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| Its formin in the sky
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| You comin home tomorrow, will you drive or will you fly
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| hold up my other side
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| Nature:
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| Yo son some other cats tried to rulin our plans
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| Sendin to decoy bitches with pictures of you and ya man
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| Askin ya where abouts
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| I gave them no leads
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| For all the nigga know them ho’s fuck with the police
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| Nas:
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| No shit I’m clickin over
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| I’ma tell Sosa quick son
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| Them outer state bitches tryin to get us both hit
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| That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho’s stomach
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| Said it’s no hundred
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| We FBI’s most wanted
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| So play the low, change ya cloths, pack ya bags
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| Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast
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| Chrous
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| AZ:
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| Yo it’s all good. |
| I’ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son. |
| Word.
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| Nas:
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| Stay on point. |
| Don’t even use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word up.
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| AZ:
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| Out. |