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    Third grade, singin Star Spandled Banner
    Using proper manners, learned to handle anger
    Animal behavior
    Later on my block rockin wit my jocks on
    Eating Bon Ton cheese popcorn, hummin a KISS rock song
    Socks long to my knees
    Summer breeze runnin through the leaves
    Playin freeze tag, can I stay out, please dad?
    Can I hang wit my little gang out?
    Hearin shots rang out, heard my moms call my name out
    Come upstairs, run up stairs
    Take a bath, shit stained underwears
    Wipe yourself wit paper
    Bad little ass in my bed at 8:30
    Wash my plate, ate dinner up late
    Gazing at the wall, prayin basketball
    Was my future for this young one
    Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
    Later shootin guns fantasizing
    Fascinated by gold rope chains
    Looking back at my hood days but things ain't change

    [Chorus] *all Nas samples* 2x
    "Nasty-Nasty-Nasty Nas is a rebel to America"
    "Lyrical professor, keep ya under pressure"
    "It's like that, you know it's like that"
    "Nas-Nas'll catch wreck", "You got the mad fat fluid"

    Bumpy Johnson style, old timers, crocodile shoes
    Pinky rings, bank robbers wit two's, boss of wild crews
    Slacks overlapsed, apple jack hats, quarter field coats
    Cadillacs wit white walls and chrome wheel spokes
    They was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood
    They had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood
    They played the Cotton Club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
    Plush minks, pimped out gangstas, civil rights wasn't won
    E'ry Christmas they was Santa Claus
    Nixon was the anti-christ
    Bitches ass was bigger than sniffin nose candy white
    Listenin to Malcom speak, talcum powder shaving cream
    Layin back, barber chair, straight razor clean
    Babies is born, big families started to blossom
    Mad people just applied for apartments and got em
    Used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers
    From tommy guns to mac 10's
    QB's new born killers (shit is changed)

    Chorus 2x

    Yo everytime I turn around, niggas shot, niggas stabbed
    Winter nights, pregnant girls strugglin to get a cab
    Fiends lurkin, D's searchin, pat pockets
    Kids quick to bed but they heads from gats poppin
    Queensbridge slingers hoppin out Benzes, don status
    Dope fiends got syringes, poppin out they arms sractchin
    I remember park jams
    Gazelles, perfect wave shell
    Adidas, smellin reefer way before purple haze
    Private stock bare, niggas wit ill walks like Mark Clare
    Hats tilted, wild niggas lickin shots in the air
    Me and Pop was there, through the years our names would switch
    Ain't nuttin changed but the names Nastradamus and Blizz
    What project is this?
    QB, Vernon and Tenth
    12th Street, murderous pimps, hot as hell's heat
    What could you tell me, nigga's seen it all in this game
    When it's all said and done, just remember my name

    Chorus 2x

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