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NAS( Nasir Bin Olu Dara Jones )
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Mo Money Mo Murder
NaS Feat. AZ
We bigger than the Jews.
Bigger than the Irish.
You can run the whole fuckin country!
YOU could be the next John D. Rockerfeller
'Nobody noticed us, nobody gave a shit.
But the bigger we get
The more we're TAKING from other people.'
Yo, in a mahogany, black scenery, that was lightning and rain drops
I'm tied up in the basement cocaine spot like Bangkok
I'm blindfold, Vietnam type mind control this torture
His accent sounds like the rarest culture
Askin me, my atrophy stabbin me gradually
Says his attribute, was satanic, masonic, ironic
I felt reminded of my fast life ventures
And winters, blinded til the flashlight enters
Yo Dunn, before the sun set call connect get all the tech's
I'm vexed, this nigga soft as sex, lost respect, let's off his neck
My calibre, got me thinkin on a higher algebra
See me I'm just as foul as ya but you ain't got no style in ya
I'm into bigger cheddar, G's and better, Armarett-ah's
Armani sweaters, plus these crabs could never dead us
AZ (repeat 2X)
Mo money, mo murder, mo homicide
You catch that body nigga, better have that alibi
You never know it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride
To them pearly white gates, (now) watch that suicide
Now government official, got you sippin Cristal in crystal
You fish you foul so you fell and took your fam witchu
I'm out to get you, guaranteed every shell'll hit you
Plus I'm on some shit too, layin down whose-ever witchu
Mafiosa, the New York City 90's era Sosa
AZ, you know my culture, now my wolves is out to ghost ya
Scent of a rose on the graveyard for real now
The stakes is up a half a mil now
I tried to grab him with his shield down
Four walked in, they're crazy paid up
Sharp but straight up
Gators from Barbados, never seen nobody play those
Lay-Low's what they called him, his head baldin
Sippin cappucino, spilled on his silk suits, was scaldin
Laugh was vulgar, canvas paintings of the Ayatollah
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And on his arm he wore a priceless vulture
Tobacco pipe smoker, Escobar your life is over
Justify the righteous nova, bullets flew out his right shoulder
Corpse leavin a foul odor
The Firm Volume 1 adjourned, bring it to a closure
So now you're rollin wit us
Like co-defendents, no phony business
So know the difference - from supreme solo
It's the styles ancient as Moses scriptures
It's Latin Kings, Black Kufis, and White Justice, amongst us
Crime invades the minds of youngsters
Where it's pitch black they can't see you
Godfather 3, fallin for dead, in a cathedral
Now you're forced to listen, I got the mind of a grad from Princeton
Play your position, or soon you'll be lost and missin
It's far from fiction, my presence is like that of a christian
With ammunition puttin states under submission
Street addiction, got me tied in thorough with boroughs
Still in the ghetto, but in the cut where it's mellow
Incognito, on the lee-low, like Carlito
Cause we know, niggas don't really want us to see doe
You never know it might just be yo' time you take yo' ride
To them pearly white gates, watch that suicide
2X
Homicide, mo homicide
Mo suicide, mo homicide.
Born alone, die alone. {repeat 4X}
All alone in this wilderness
Who can figure life as ill as this?
My vision's blurred from guerilla's mist
Gun sprays, trey's left a portion of my crew in graves
Niggas that would screw in ways unknown to these dudes today
Intelligence, kept us all away from state evidence
Cause it's evident, this world is controlled on dead presidents
Never hesitant, I'm soulless, filled with coldness
Born to uphold this til I'm left dead from oldness
Born alone, die alone. {repeat 6X to fade}
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