| In our younger days we were so in love
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| And the thought of losing you was enough
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| Can't lose me
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| Who be the holy prophet, they watchin’ with all his posture?
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| His Rothstein goggle game be the dopest, he gots to
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| Be from the '80s era
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| His tint is shade Carrera, Queens forever
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| Green pipe seats, clean Panamera
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| Amateur Hanna-Barbera characters know they envy
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| The illest Hennessy Black sipper with loaded semis
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| You pick of the week, voted-in rappers you go against me
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| You can't tantalize a call girl with just a roll of pennies
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| Can’t bait a lion in ya trap without a tranquilizer
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| You enterin' a boxing ring with no trainer beside ya
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| My Panerai watch glows like Avatar
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| Caviar black diamonds, can you imagine, y'all
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| Takin' from a rich man plate? |
| Kick in his door
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| 'Cause his war with the bloodsuckers of the poor
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| The first shall be last, that's just universal law
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| Pop the cork, the Perrier-Jouët pours, like this
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| Uh
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| I tell a story of a prince life and all his glory
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| It's killin' me softly
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| Somber like the buildings in Fort Greene
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| Hood monsters and niggas who walk mean
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| Hood niggas and they just came home and they grip they chrome
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| Can you hear me, is this thing on?
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| Test, one, two, gimme some feedback if y’all could feel it
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| For the home invasion dudes that be robbin’ dealers
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| Picture me runnin' inside they crib, rollin’ wit' ya
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| Mask on the face, tyin' up the sister
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| Lookin' for the bricks to get richer
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| Smackin’ up the dude with the gun, take the jewels and the funds
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| A dirty game when you servin' 'caine
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| Got feds to watch, hoes to watch, checkpoints and roadblocks
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| Police barricades, batterrams
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| Doors off the hinges, wake up flinchin', who ratted, man?
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| Knew who it had to been, states, feds and housin' added in
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| Every department searchin' your apartment
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| Ransackin' it, found four ratchets
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| DEA jackets, we gotta escape the madness
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| Haha, yeah, escape the madness
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| Yeah, through the eyes of Pablo
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| That's how I'm lookin' at you, there's an obstacle in everything
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| It's all natural, I'm keepin' it pilin'
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| Keepin' heat with the silencers
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| Learnin' Greek and Italian, speak with kings while dinin'
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| Good with hyenas, meanin' it's hood when it's time for ridin'
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| Ties with suppliers from my days of the projects
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| Where I resided, a phenomenon
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| With the ambitions of a rider
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| Pretty amazon on my arm, nigga, I'm the flyest
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| The flyest, haha, yeah
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| Lemme hear that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lost Freestyle , by - Nas. Song from the album The Lost Tapes 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп