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<br>(Nas talking)<br>I heard that nigga Capone`s home yo...word to Motha..that nigga Nore`<br>doin` his mothafuckin` thing...thugged out<br>entertainment...knowwhatI`msayin`?, niggas still in the streets...Ill<br>Will, Braveheart nigga, there`s a thin line between streets and<br>business..so we gotta have balance and be easy...<br><br>Verse 1: (Nas)<br>I heard you fags wanna catch me off guard<br>put Tecks to my heart, the death of Escobar<br>under your breath, whispers in the dark<br>I hear it `cause the street ain`t loyal to choose sides<br>prepare for the beef, whoever lose dies<br>rich and I`m thuggin`<br>I can`t trust nothin`, this bitch that I`m fuckin`<br>this clip that I`m bustin` could jam in my fist<br>look at my hand, finger pussy with expensive rings<br>cut coke cookies, wrote poetry<br>and broke noses B.<br>the voice from Heaven <br>I`m God sent, of course a legend<br>this is part 1, speak my sermon, the hood reverand<br>blunted eyes red<br>C-Class, a Hundred times Five Red<br>CD`s blast, speed fast, haters drop dead<br>I`m gorgeous<br>black Goddess flip the arm rest, flip the cordless <br>her body stacks the best, ass is flawless<br>finally the long awaited shit, ghetto people<br>the sequel<br>Nas, CNN, nobody`s equal. <br><br>Chorus <br>Yo, Be easy<br>keep the club off the heezy<br>straight thugs in the back, drink creezy<br>be easy, but we still smoke treezy<br>see us rippin` the shows with thugged eezy.<br><br>Verse 2: (Capone)<br>Niggas picked me the boss<br>Ricky Ross<br>Lex Two-Fifty Horse power, click and devour the source<br>if it`s flour then swallow your loss<br>I cock Fours, kick in Poppi`s doors<br>all for the cash and the cause<br>niggas break big fractions of laws<br>so what, we got it sewn up, smack every cat on the board<br>I speak the truth, guns spit at you, shakin` my palm<br>it`s pitiful, wavin` my wand<br>The Don, a Hundred follow me like Farrakhan<br>chasin` my Henny, embrace Benny`s<br>it`s quite Frank, my niggas `ll kill, never waste a Penny<br>money stay well invested<br>feel the weight on my necklace<br>when death is too close flip the next shit<br>thug the game out<br>bust biscuits, pull the Range out<br>public enemy, QueensBridge where I hang out<br>sweet scent of weed I wear like a fragrance<br>my energy`s kinetic, mind power type ancient.<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse 3: (Noreaga)<br>I see death through the corner, die, kingdom come<br>Six 500`s, pull up right in front of the slum<br>Sticky green fingers soldiers of the great God<br>Clarence spoke to the poor but he lived in Oz<br>An ill hook like Roy Jones, I`m a street corner bastard<br>and crush weed with the hashish<br>Bandana head dome wrapped<br>Caddy trucks with the grills and the chrome snaps<br>I`m on point like Al Sharpton, come peep the M.U. marksman<br>The S-Class is shittin` on your weak Datsun<br>Graffiti written on the Bible, my life is wicked<br>I see dead corpses, and Rolls Royces<br>Put your heart on your lap, listen you hear voices <br>My whole persona is the drama and to smoke skama<br>I can lift it up, Willy what in front of your slut<br>Money bustin out my pocket, your bank is stopped<br><br>Chorus