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Nas – Earvin Magic Johnson Lyrics Lyrics, Letra Nas
Chorus
On my Earvin Magic Johnson, I’m enterprising
I keep it ghetto like the hood before they gentrified it
I might burn this bitch down, Left Eye, Andre Rison
I can’t trust you built for cuban links unless we tied in

Verse 1
Shout to Rae and Ghost
Can it be all so simple? One of my favorite quotes
From 42nd Street, days of pimps wearing suede loafs
That McDonalds is still there where we had to trade blows
Then I stood on stages, Australia on occasion
Country Club, House of Blues, stadium status, hands wavin’
Hip-Hop 50 celebration, funny we the same age and
We just keep on getting iller, word to Heavy, word to Dilla
Word to Heav’, word to Dilla
Milk Dee, I’m top billin’, cooked in soul, grandma’s skillet
And they rearrange my quotes, try to make me out the villain
Have you jammed up like what you spread on toast
Here’s a dose of that interesting poetry others wishing they wrote
We don’t smell y’all smoke, y’all should try a different approach
Word to Heav’, word to Dilla
Overweight pockets for my niggas ‘til the scales tippin’, get it?
Chorus
On my Earvin Magic Johnson, I’m enterprising
I keep it ghetto like the hood before they gentrified it
I might burn this bitch down, Left Eye, Andre Rison
I can’t trust you built for cuban links unless we tied in
(Only built for cuban links)
I can’t trust you built for cuban links unless we tied in
(Only built for cuban links)
I can’t trust you built for none of this unless we tied in

Verse 2
Family ties, squad ties, money ties
Suit and ties, shoes tied, ready to ride, choose a side
Thought I told you on “The Tide” that we was surfin’
And you know I’m down for my niggas, free C-Murder
Fuck the chat, you know that I’m ‘bout my mathematics
When you run up mad numbers, yeah, that’s when they get the maddest
Acrobatics with the alphabets, I gave out Pateks
And I gave out Rollies and new Ranges to the baddest
Plus I wear the scars from the streets, ducking the mark of the beast
I know some brothers doin’ life, they say, “Nas talkin’ for me”
My brother Will for real, he used to thug the thugs
I’m throwin’ George Washingtons ‘cause we them ones, uh
Word to Heav’, word to Dilla
Rest up, half a million on a island all alone, I still ball
Me and Wilson put up forty on the board
At The Forum like I’m Magic and Kareem on the floor
Pat Riley on the bench callin’ plays, I just score (I just score, I just score)
Callin’ plays, we just score (I just score, yeah)
Word to Heav’, word to Dilla
Milk Dee, I’m top billin’, cooked in soul, grandma’s skillet, get it?
Chorus
On my Earvin Magic Johnson, I’m enterprising
I keep it ghetto like the hood before they gentrified it
I might burn this bitch down, Left Eye, Andre Rison
I can’t trust you built for cuban links unless we tied in
(Only built for cuban links)
I can’t trust you built for cuban links unless we tied in
(Only built for cuban links)
I can’t trust you built for none of this unless we tied in
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Nas – What This All Really Means Lyrics Lyrics, Letra Nas
Nas – What This All Really Means Lyrics

I finally see
See what it all mean
Yeah
The feeling of the first time seeing your name on a flier
It just was yesterday picture that on the day you retire
And they still shocked and amazed I made it up higher
‘Cuz I came up with them hotheads that played with the fire
Product of the 80’s
Prada Milan store for the lady
I’m a carnivore constantly come with concepts to pay me
I’m responsible for they most cockiest behavior
My DNA in they G’d up ways, and they surveyin’
I showed ‘em my scrotum is golden
Rap game stomach was swollen
I left these bastards on your doorsteps
Behold em
Ideas come and go away but I already thought ‘em
So years later they still new when I go record ‘em
I done hooked up with a beast
Never stingy with the beats
Experimental accident records wind up killing the streets
Black and Proud shirts, white jesus pieces on cuban links
Civil war chick, yo, she black and white on Egyptian sheets
And I can see the jealousy
I think they really scared of me
Do what I do and let it be
And that’s the way I always been since I was 17
I finally see what this all really means
Did a double album when rap double albums was startin’
They bootlegged “I Am” an album I put my heart in
Nipsey met me to do a doc about it before he departed
He talked to Stoute about it too ‘cuz he was part of that project (yeah)
Back then we charted with the CDs and tapes
And I still come out the field
You either scrape or get scraped

You either in or out you rollin’ or you just in the way
What this all really means I had to reload the drake
80 years old I’m still gonna have a chain, a kilo it weigh
Speedos on the beach, my belly out when I land in Capri
Wearing black owned designer (uh)
Math on my mind (Ok)
It’s a while before I get there, almost past 49
I be on the block easy with a glass full of wine
Red Chrome Heart lenses to see I’m in my third prime

The Q-U-double E-N-S
Yall gonna need some EMS when we drop this and that’s a bet
The feeling of the first time seeing your name on a flier
It just was yesterday picture that on the day you retire
And they still shocked and amazed I made it up higher
‘Cuz I came up with them hotheads that play with the fire (it’s facts)
And I can see the jealousy
I think they really scared of me
Do what I do and let it be
And that’s the way I always been since I was 17
I finally see what this all really means
It’s everything
From the hard times
I finally know what this all really means
The bad times
Anthony Saleh we got a team
The better times
All mixed in between
Sunshine and rain
Yeah
Yeah
Tough people last, tough times don’t
Yeah
Tough people last, tough times don’t
Now I see
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Nas – Bokeem Woodbine Lyrics Lyrics, Letra Nas

One two, one two
Yeah
I know some goofies that wanna scalp me (ouch)
Wipe out my accounts, leave me needin’ mouth-to-mouth
But that just aroused my style
Then I party like I’m Tony in a South Beach house
Bars hittin’ like I’m still livin’ couch-to-couch
Motivation for the trappers living ounce-to-ounce
This is rockstar status Neil Young with a bounce
I know that make you uncomfortable and make you say ouch
Snub nose like the Colombos and Bonannos
Rum in the cup holder hittin’ bumps and spill on the sandals And car panels
I drew attention with artistic vision
Make an incision like Alonzo did to Joshua in Jason’s Lyric
I think I caught the holy spirit
I put my soul in lyrics
Closed casket and we know who did it
E-S-C-O I’m in the pole position
Yo she chose this pimpin’ put the pain inside the music cuz I know they listenin’ ‘Member I sat on Kool G Rap’ couch
Drank Ol E til we could’a blacked out
He pulled the track out
Thinkin’ ‘bout what to rap ‘bout
Snappin’ like Chrisean and Blueface
Tradin’ bars with the Gods ‘til they get the screwface
Ouch

I know that’s painful like playin’ hoops and sprang your ankles Or gettin’ robbed for your Jesus
Your girl ain’t stay true
That sht will hurt you like a K do
Being crossed by your homie, wow he ain’t the same dude
I’m bent off good wine, like Bokeem Woodbine
Home reading a script, lighting up from a good line
Not no cocaine, this that crack though
She asked for my passcode
She got what she asked for
I know some goofies that wanna scalp me (ouch)
Wipe out my accounts, leave me needin’ mouth-to-mouth
But that just aroused my style
Then I party like I’m Tony in a South Beach house
Bars hittin’ like I’m still livin’ couch-to-couch
Motivation for the trappers living ounce-to-ounce
This is rockstar status Neil Young with a bounce
I know that make you uncomfortable and make you say ouch
Ouch
My view is they only do it for views
Knife in my back and I wear the wounds
Like razor blades and lemon juice
I know it’s hurtin’ ‘em how I move
You a sniper, she a sniper
Ouch
That’s a painful situation
Ouch
You know when they say jokes but it be real
Ouch
You might take it like they hatin’
Pain pills can’t even help you
Don’t even matter if you’re sedated
And you be swearin’ you that boy
Then why shorty got you waiting?
Ouch
Ouch
Ouch
Yeah, yeah, ouch
Sht it feel good it feel good
Sh*t feel good bruh
Feel good, it’s that good type of pain
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