Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sometimes I Wonder, artist - Nas. Album song In My Ghetto, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.11.2017
Record label: Famous
Song language: English
Sometimes I Wonder |
QB the whole NYC |
We gonna bounce to this |
To all my niggaz (yeah, yeah) |
To all the ladies |
Sometimes I wonder |
Will a nigga go under because of his hunger |
This game is risky |
If a nigga slips six deep |
Will these niggaz really miss me Dead partners too soon |
All these niggaz flipping on me Cause I won’t give no loot to them |
Sometimes I wonder |
Sometimes I… |
(Nas) |
Top of the world is what I’m aiming at These niggaz is flaming gats at my circle |
I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you |
I hit your bird too, two in your scalp then you out |
Your thug crew is out, blood oozing out |
Some serving caine |
Knowing nothing about this murder game |
Its easily told but hard to hear |
When niggaz finally find out its real |
Thats when they heart pumps fear |
The real remains the weak will disappear |
My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear |
911 style sits on your mind like chrome |
Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it roam |
What color? |
Might as well make it same as your dome |
You need your thoughts together, that means destination is unknown |
As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I get into this math |
Drop and get intense for this cash |
Will I be subject to kill, live my life by a gat |
Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back |
(Nature) |
I know a lot of fiends by they first name |
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains |
Holding dirty guns, the young owe dirty ones |
Running wild, niggaz I raise hell above ground |
Live in sin, holding rocks, benjamin grin |
Figure once I got knocked, it would end |
Never that |
They try to tell me I don’t love my own |
The thugs know, they ride my zone |
Like the cyclone trademark |
For coney isle, yeah you know me now |
I’m giving fake hugs, phoney smiles |
Stack profits, you know how the niggaz on the block get |
Try to give you dap to stare at your pockets |
Cruise advance nothing new just the rules of the land |
You could tell if they wolves or lamb |
You could fight a few, there’s a few that ran |
Or you could feed them and lose your hand |
What you wanna do? |
(Nas) |
Blessing be to the ones who left us Transcend into spiritual essences |
In Allah’s arms you rest in To him we pray for my peeps |
Floyd, Twin and Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day |
Get the money yam, he use to say not only nice with hands |
But streetsmart he was twice a man |
I try to understand life’s deep plot |
I think of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad nice on the rocks |
They could have went pro but only God knows why not |
Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers not be clean |
He’ll start snapping on you, making a scene |
Kept the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and stayed fly |
You still alive, I see you in your sister’s face |
Are you there pa? |
Or looking on from a distant place? |
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead quiet but real |
Expect to see your black jeep fly over the hill |
In the spirit of Richie Lou tribute |
Remind the world of the crimes that NY pigs do We miss you, Harry and Sonia |
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st side of Vernon soldier |
T.J. |
Black better known as Killer |
I can’t replace you, but in me Havoc will always have a brother my nigga |
My man Will till we meet again |
You hold it up there, I’ll hold it down here |
I hope you hear my prays clear |
Repeats 3x |