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letra de queens style (demo) - nas

[intro: n.o.r.e. & nas]

[verse 1: nas]
death followed him, before it swallowed him whole
it was signs he should of read that was inside his soul
n-ggas light dutches to ’em now
so long miss a m-th- f-cka but still life goes on
hope i’m rich on my last day, clutching some ass
n-gga said he came in with, got a nut when he passed
an old man laying dead on my bed, with some young sh-t
screaming out “freedom” when i slumped her chest
after that, chill, be a b-tch with a hex
every n-gga she s-xed, be the next put to rest

[verse 2: n.o.r.e.]
yo if you live you remembеr ain’t 85
when it was just blasting nas made men wеre made wise
things change set the jetta cop the range
sending slugs that a lead that ass cripple
as the child had anemia without the sickle
n.o.r.e. nore grand marquis
always wanted to be in this game since biz markie
these buck it up what light dro throw the truck up
ever since crack came in little capsules
we controlled blocks rock flat tops had two spots
selling blue ties seeing benny c-ck new rocks
[verse 3: nas]
??? well flow with the rowdy thugs queens out
smoke cali but fiend out my thoughts leak out i speak out
what’s worth dying for freedom respect of both
it’s worth your tears being broke or when your man get smoke
it all depends if you used to have it end then it cease
instead of cry mostly who’s ever fly send the beef
on the other hand if it’s not your real fam deceased
and you used to funerals then it ain’t that deep
so when you keep slinging me myself i do my thing in the street
since i was young i was anxious to eat

[verse 4: n.o.r.e.]
yo since a young sibling, had every flavor timberland
always had a jump shot and always dribbling
yo mackerel, jose lay like casserole
dolemite type, the jungle low, cut the china white
come check ya, mixed the henny with the nectars
on straight flights while y’all cats connectors
if it was up to me, the whole world would be comfortably
but since it’s not, y’all n-ggas stay f-cked up
i think about y’all too much and be bankrupted
so n-ggas get yours, i got mines n-ggas, so what, what?

[verse 5: nas]
s-x and money go together like tecs and .9 sh-lls
swiss cheese you and cover it up like roswell
cartel, you ain’t seen no iller regime
the celest team, prophecy, project warrior, owns property
crackers hate it, cops get jealous cause i stay with
the ’98 temporary plates on my whip
the system thing is not right
a rich thug could f-ck a cop’s wife
cause i’m on television and live the pop life
i rock mics, make mills, soundscan sales
one point whateva records, professional sk!lls
money’s the root of evil but it’ll make you happy
don’t wanna shoot my people but still they might clap me
cause i talk like dr. malachi york, played the sidewalk
hold fort, diamond plate chain, gold fork
get in tune, rich life ricky for silver spoon
frank lopez’s crib, elevators and living room
[verse 6: n.o.r.e.]
ayo we’re still in queens, same place where we use to be
often you won’t see us, cause we’re usually out touring
leave the hood now the hood boring
nore, you know me, we’re regulating
straight from iraq with qb affiliated
it’s like a higher learning
from 99th street down to vernon
letting our heat burst burning
like henny wet, throwing up my set
catch me on star tec, ’bout to set the connect
yo s-x, drugs, money and murder, beers and s-x
lands and lex in the projects
the 4th floor where we score through our cook-up
d’s shook-up, hit the block and now you look up

[outro: n.o.r.e. & nas]

- nas

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