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bit off Nas shit
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and
Either way you go against me, you still die
I got macs, a few nines, I'm ready for beef
You wanna talk, it ain't money, then let it be brief

I need a drop for when it's a hot, a Hummer for it's cold
An ill attorney's in my corner when these fake fold
The shit I kick, with niggas mentally
Makes them mention me
And see me doing a century in the penitentiary

Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact
I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that pack
I'm a tell y'all what Papi me
I got you need, 19, 5 a key

I stay catching a stunt, frontin' in mean
And I'll clap any nigga for the amount of cream
Run up on them all with the problem solver
Beat up ass, on the handle, trey eight revolver

Projects too hot, niggas hope we never hit rock
'Cause we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'

Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit
'Cause then we gonna run up in spot
get the fuck on the floor, give us the Ro'

Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo,
I'm like Sugar Mosley, it ain't no beef
You're staring, a ticket holder that sits in row
Next to Ron Artest and
Yo, I woulda went pro too, then I let them slow me

I'm like a man's asthma, seeking a pump
deeper when I'm creeping up
Y'all need to fuck the tightest, I stick niggas
Ensevilitus, leavin' whole in silence

My virus is obvious, past on to most rap
Un cured, no vaccine
seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out
Or in the booth, blacking out

Con Ed style, real twisted, I disappear on some Blair Witch shit
Comin' back I'm kid
Either or you can't stop me with my feet in the
Or walk away from the street or the morgue, play your part

too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in spot

bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Tell niggas somethin', God

What, yo?
I disturb niggas and white boys with pointed stars
on they arms, pimp your moms like I'm Magic Don Juan
From Queens to Kong, weed in the bong
We smoke that, leave our minks on the coat

Those plot on me, nine times outta ten the nine is on me
search the God, but nothin' they find on me
When I rap wait to clap applaud sooner
Unless you hate a nigga like George Bush Jr., I bring to you

Porsche maneuvers the city like New York sewers
Stinkin' up the air, Central Park, horse
is 22 inches, Benz suspensions
22 dick when I'm pimpin'

Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be like
You my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent Bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You niggas imitate what I started, let's go

Niggas bit off Nas
it, you bit it
Niggas bit off Nas shit,
Niggas, bit off, Nas
if, you bit it, bit it

Projects too hot, niggas hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your
Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'