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letra de fuck 14 - nas ebk

[verse 1: nas ebk]
like why n-ggas mention my name ?
catch me a bunny, i up it and flame
like how many opps got hit?
bando got hit, yusef got hit
roll to the eight don’t run don’t trip
i spot yusef, then his body gon’ flip
roll to the eight don’t run, don’t trip
i spot yusef, then his body gon’ flip
it’s a new opp in the air
anthony died, crashing the whip
rah rah he died, flock at the lyft (like what?)
jiggy man what? you is a b-tch
and yo’ lil’ sister got hit, still ain’t do sh-t (like how?)
smoking ya pops, it could get lit (like what?)
i spot a jiggy, i empty the clip (like what?)
shot by a dyk-, he got hit in his hip
[verse 2: chii wvttz & tg crippy]
number one, “keep ya pole up”
n— died , cus he froze up
number two, “you better just shoot”
b-tch i back out the v put it right in thе coupe
number three , “nevеr trust no b-tch”
got shot in the telly, got lined by a smooch
number four , “better do what you do”
cus if i catch a n—- we mix while i shoot
number five , “better have you a [?]”
if you spin through the sev , body flipping the coupe
number six , “i predicted this sh-t”
she be sucking and swallow and crews
number seven , i’m a demon and sh-t
i be leaving n—-s on the news
number eight , keep squeezing this sh-t
get booked with a chop , n—- i refuse
number nine, leave him bleeding and sh-t
n—-s already knew that they was gon’ lose
number ten , i be peeping this sh-t
n—-s ya mans they be sneaking and sh-t
gang , i thought i was tweaking and sh-t
got me a b-tch she a freak on the d-ck
gang, and i’m back in the town with the sitchy
smoking on rah tell em’ n—s get with me
and them hollow tips burnin’ his kidneys
bullets start taking his weight , his skinny, gang
and them hollow tips burnin’ his kidneys
bullets start taking his weight , his skinny, gang
and them n—s keep dissing on jayrip
n—s is soft and they b-tches is basic
and them n—s keep dissing on jayrip
n—s is soft and they b-tches is basic
peep the opp, he was tryna’ get low
can’t run got the beam on the scope
i got the wheel, you could flock at the o’s
lil’ g said, “you know how it go”
hang out the window, he letting it go
boy tried to run he got shot in the toe
i keep it on me everywhere i go
since everybody want to claim that they a o
cross a o like tic-tac-toe
doa be the gang, n-ggas already know
wait, yeah i got booked for the pole
when i came back home, had the chop in the crib
tried to spin it i’m flocking the whip
can’t forget about mex n-gga died in the whip
and my mom keep saying, “stop flocking and sh-t”
i done seen a grown man get flocked by a kid
free my n-ggas that’s doing a bid
most of them n-ggas is doing some years
can’t forget blockwork is a kid
he saying names, what the f-ck he done did?
n-ggas know he ain’t never did sh-t
if i spin through the hill then i’m making it lit
been a whole year, dubskii in a spliff
tell me why n-ggas never did sh-t?
chase pop out we gon’ spin in the whip
spot a vato then he getting hit
we make movies, y’all make clips
n-ggas better remember that sh-t
and if we got beef we ain’t deadin’ that sh-t
deuce 5 in the shoe tryna’ dump out the whip
free za, i’m fried, i’m smoking on nick
mix it with lotti’ that sh-t got a kick
drilly to the blixky the f-ck is that sh-t?
n-ggas better start lacing they kicks
tg here, don’t run, don’t trip
i’m just praying a f-ck n-gga slip
lvk, put a well on the list
i said f-ck it put rell in a spliff
smoking on dubskii, so what?
mix it with caine, that sh-t got a punch
got it on me, walkin’ like i’m drunk
if i spot me a vato, i’ma hit ’em up
and daooter can suck my d-ck
we was smoking on dubs, you ain’t hittin’ this spliff
movin’ tact with the grip in the whip
if you run up on us, then you gon’ be a spliff
movin’ tact with the grip in the whip
if you run up on us, then you gon’ be a spliff
[verse 3: set da trend]
i ain’t shootin’ from deep, i’ma walk up, get closer
so many deads, who the f-ck i’ma roll up?
said that you spinnin’, but you never showed up
know i’m droppin’ the fours, we do not get jiggy
poppin’ the yellow, he got popped
how many n-ggas done died on your block?
smokin’ jiggy man pops, know i do that a lot
smokin’ jiggy man pops, yeah, i do it a lot
tp, pass me the lu, rah ain’t bussin’ enough (lu, lu)
think i’m lackin’, you see me, you better just duck
up this glock with a hundred, i’m coolin’ with dupp’
tryna run up, try your luck (try your luck)

- nas ebk

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