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    Yeah.. yeah.. [hahahaha] uh-huh, yeah yeah
    [HAH hahahaha] Huh yo, you know it
    Infamous ninety-nine (infamous ninety-nine)
    [hahahaha] Infamous two thousand
    (Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby)
    [AHHH hahahaha].. [hahaha].. [HAH haha]

    [Havoc]
    Yo... straight thugs on this side - it's do or die to the death
    Like the terminal ill takin they last breath
    Read your last rites - God, forgive me
    for the sin I'm about to commit - takin a life
    Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else
    readin my will - you feel what I feel, you know the deal
    Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head
    Hearin noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red
    Sleep with half closed eyelids
    Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get
    Go easy on the bottle, niggaz love to see when
    niggaz slippin off point, on the strength they bet
    Scopin your ice, appraisin it like the Diamond District Jeweler
    with they hand on the biscuit
    Do ya, wanna get caught lifted; or sober, so you can react quick?
    Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin my wife
    on my thousand dollar mattress
    It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me
    A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me

    Chorus: Nas {singing to the chorus of Brandy's "The Boy is Mine"}

    Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
    what y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine
    Y'all need to give it up.. cause we don't give a fuck..
    what y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine

    [Prodigy]
    I got the style of a still-born child, I'm ill
    If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well
    (Very very) The sreets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it
    So when they start shootin, we'll stop the music
    Keep it moving that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon Dunn)
    Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin
    (Still crawlin) Apply street rules to the office, high performance
    Rap author, made millions off of - melodic, hypnotic productions
    That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions
    (You feel me? You feel me?)
    You feel me? I'll write a graphic page
    Escort niggaz to they grave, relate to the projects
    We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music
    (Don't get no realer than this!)
    It's more real than any words I can muster
    Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?)
    Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggaz can't touch us

    Chorus

    [Nas Escobar]
    Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt
    Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert
    Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing
    And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink
    Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin out the latest toy
    Hazard lights blinkin, gators hit the floor
    Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin
    Just to think, that was yesterday's action
    Cause today goes either way - we came a long way
    from hallway steps and hand-me-down shit
    Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam
    Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home
    Quincy Jones posters
    Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs
    Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic
    Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic
    Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son
    NAStradamus, last one to blast one when the NARC's come
    Know how to leave anything in thirty seconds
    When you feel the heat, comin and flee with the murder weapon
    I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson
    Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it
    Cremate your flesh to ashes
    You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket

    Chorus

    [Nas]
    The, life, is, mine (repeat 3X)
    Ill Will..
    You need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck
    what y'all niggaz want.. we don't give a fuck
    Thug, life, is, mine
    Y'all need to give it up.. we don't give a fuck..
    what y'all niggaz want.. thug, life, is, mine

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