letra de hustlers - nas, the game & marsha ambrosius
dre, he a compton-compton o.g
nas, he a qb-qb true g
do the history
way before the firm, like back in the day
nas was the first new york n-gg- rappin’ with dre
so of course i got a track to bring it back to your face
the one kid that would’ve been aftermath that got away
but we still get together like every several years
to sprinkle, a little bit of heaven for your ears
relax sippin’ cliquot in rio, stupid f-ckers
low-key, know g’s, but it’s still gucci luggage
i love cape cod, and watching fly b-tches with grey eyes
wrestle in a tub of ky to get my day by
i like to celebrate, why? – cause i can vision
collages and images of my lies with no regret to hate
so every breath i take, is all about the rules
it’s hard for you to breathe like you at high alt-tude
so crack the patron, it’s on heathens, the god’s back
hard body, mr. jones never leaving
hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
make that cake, cop two five fivers
pimps and players, platinum diamonds
east to west coast we riders
hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
make that cake, cop two five fivers
pimps and players, platinum diamonds
east to west coast we riders
he a compton-compton o.g
(mix that with a qb-qb true g)
(what you got’s) a concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(west coast kill the tracks) east coast gunshots
he a compton-compton o.g
(mix that with a qb-qb true g)
(what you got’s) a concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(west coast kill the tracks) east coast gunshots
1995, eleven years from the day
i’m in the record shop with choices to make
“illmatic” on the top shelf, “the chronic” on the left homie
wanna cop both but only got a twenty on me
so f-ck it, i stole both, spent the twenty on a dub sack
ripped the package off “illmatic” and b-mped that
for my n-gg-s it was too complex when nas rhymed
i was the only compton n-gg- with a “new york state of mind”
inside the dope house bottlin’ up sherm, bangin’ the firm
dre was king then so i waited my turn
fast forward, now i’m makin ’em burn
ended my peers careers, hollered at nas, a hard lesson was learned”
so i reconciled my differences like he did with jigga
i stopped beefin’ with n-gg-s, cause i’m “ether” to n-gg-s
comb the earth ’til there’s no one left
“if i ruled the world” i summons all you weak rap n-gg-s to death
he a compton-compton o.g
(mix that with a qb-qb true g)
(what you got’s) a concoction of some different ghetto blocks
(west coast kill the tracks) east coast gunshots
yo, the jordans sportin’
come off the dice game with a fortune walking, you a walking coffin’
the musket i tucked it, you bluff it i bust it
you’re sideways talking, so i lay often
i wait patient, to duct tape hatin’
f-ck -ss n-gg-s, get bucked -ss n-gg-s
pluck ashes – of cuban cigars, you fooling with nas
that’s my name and i came with rugers this time
and if i’m sane that “soul plane” movie’s the bomb
word to my mom’s name tattooed to my arm
you can’t revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me
rob me or dodge these bullets i’m busting
see that’s malarky you yappin’
i open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and i start clapping
nasty man, from bagging grams and running from cops
to a mill’ on the hand, a mill’ on the watch, i’m f-cking with doc
hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
make that cake, cop two five fivers
pimps and players, platinum diamonds
east to west coast we ridin’
hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders
make that cake, cop two five fivers
pimps and players, platinum diamonds
east to west coast we ridin’
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