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letra de black folks - nas

what, what…yeah

[verse 1: nas]
i ain’t seen as much death, nor seen as much crime
since the blackout in queensbridge in ’79
everybody’s a k!ller now; pimps, playas, and dons
shorties on the block push drops and carry on
n-gg-s look through our window wherever we drove
through the tint, to see if the benz is matching the clothes
we the queens kings, i used to view the cats that are old
seeing things that made me real from my skin to my soul
girls who turned hoes, friends who turned foes
bad luck n-gg-s who bring death wherever they go
never sleep, it feels better to know
it’s all real though

[interlude]
everything is real
where we headed now?
up to more money, would be more fun
leave with mo’ b-tches, carry more guns
where we headed now? where we going, yo?
it’s getting real, son; we gon’ let it flow
where we mo’ b-tches, it be more dough
it be more fun, holding more…

[verse 2: nas]
how the h-ll are we supposed to excel from the street
where the jake’s crew face young kids who wanna eat?
quantum leap to this black world, hustlers and ghettos
self-made millionaires who tussle with the devil
bust a lil metal lead, wrestle you, to the pebbles
on the hard ground, that’s if your guard down
it’s a struggle, brothers jump bail
to come chill with they n-gg-s on the block, with them rocks for sale
on the horn with the god shapelle, my queens comrade
yo, run and come in with the dime bag

[verse 3: shapelle]
ayo, i need dat, i got to smoke dat
send me some chunky black, so i could smoke away the pain
try to find my brain, but the thought still remain
yo, it’s on again once the death stunts these chains
’cause i been through it; the drug game, i thought i knew it
i got knocked, took it to trial, but i blew it
25, but only lived 20 years of my life
took 5 from me; got me wrapped up like a mummy
now i’m in the system a.k.a. the devil’s home
where they tell you where to eat, sleep, sh-t, and use the phone
now i’m living with, drug dealers, and chain stealers
b-tch n-gg-s who got knocked and turned squealers
imagine, sharing a cell with a rehabilitated addict
who love f-cking with f-ggots, but i civilized the savage
i sat him down and made him study mathematics
now i’m sitting in the cell thinking…
about this reefer i’ma get this weekend
on the v.i., i rather be… uh, d-mn, d-mn

- nas

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