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But you STILL wouldn't last five minutes in the Queensbridge Projects.
Fuck wit Nas and see where it gets you. He ain't Ludacris. And he's richer than you.
It's...the...return of the Prince, the boss This is real hardcore Kid Rick and Limp Bizkit's soft Sip Crys, get chips, wrist gliss, I floss Stick shift look sick up that Boxter Porsche With the top cut off Rich kids go and cop the source They don't know about the blocks I'm on...
WHAT O'REILLY REALLY HATES ABOUT NAS:
I come from the housin tenement buildings Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell Though I owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud Confronted with racism, started to feel foreign Like, the darker you are the realer your problems I reached for the stars but I just kept slippin On this life mission, never know what's next Ancient kings from Egypt, up to Julius Caeser Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabics Call a truce, world peace, stop actin like savages No war, we should take time and think The bombs and tanks makes mankind extinct But since the beginning of time it's been men with arms fightin Lost lives in the Towers and Pentagon, why then? Must it go on, we must stop the killin Tell me why we die, we all God's children
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