Channel: Music
Uploaded: July 4, 2008 at 10:30 pm
Author: SeeHearsThaThing
Length: 05:51
Rating: 4.20
Views: 3095
(feat. Jay-Z)[Jay-Z: talking]I know you can feel the magic babyTurn the muthafuckin' lights downEsco watup?[Nas: talking]What up homie[Jay-Z: talking]I meanThis is what you expected ain't it?Let's GoUh Uh [repeated]Turn the music up in the headphonesYah, that's perfectYou gotta take your time by making a nigga wait on this muthafuckaNiggaz is mad and shit likeNiggaz usually start rapping after 4 bars goin inI could start dancin on this muthafuckaYah[Nas: talking]Yah[Jay-Z:]I feel like a black republican,money i got comin inCan't turn my back on the hood, i got love for emCan't clean my act up for good, too much thug in emProlly in the back of the hood, like fuck it thenHovering over the oven, we were like brothers thenThough you were nothing another then the son of ma momma's friendWe had governin', who would have thought the love would endLike ice cold albums, all good thingsGrab a dope, sing the same song that all hoods singIt was all would bring, all could could bringWe would bicker like the other fools,but talk good gameNever imagine all of the diaster that one could bringGood friend you should blame the game, I couldIts kill or be killed, my good I reframeForever be in debt that's never a good thingThe pressure of success can put a good strainBut a friend you call best, but yes it could bringOut of the worst in every person, even the good saintThough we were cursed, the shit ain't tha sameWhen you cook cane at the age of sixteenThen you mix things like cars, jewelries, and this thingJealously, ego and pride and this bringsAll into the head, like a coin, chang chingThe route of all evil strike again, this could stingNow the team got beat between the post and the pointThis puts the ring in jeopardyI feel like a black republican,money i got comin inCan't turn my back on the hood, i got love for emCan't clean my act up for good, too much thug in emProlly in the back of the hood, like fuck it then[Nas:]I feel like black militant, taking over the governmentCan't turn my back on the hood, too much love emCan't clean up my act up for good, too much thug in emProlly in the back of the hood, like fuck it thenI'm back in the hood, everyone's like "Hey Nas"Blowin on purple, reflecting on they livesCouple of fat cats, couple of A I'sDreamin' on fly shit, instead of the great skiesThey bring 5's, hate Nas, wishin i bring guys[?], the niggaz sing "why?"Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jailtimeWeak minds keep tryin', follow the street signsStanding on the roof of my building, I'm feeling the whirlwind of beef I inhale in, just like an acrobat, ready to hurl myself through the hoops of fireSippin on [?], bulletproof undermereCould be the forces of darkness are against hood angels of good, that forms street politicsMakes a sweet honest kid turn to legal for commerce, to get his feet out of them ConverseI feel like a black republican,money i got comin inCan't turn my back on the hood, i got love for emCan't clean my act up for good, too much thug in emProlly in the back of the hood, like fuck it thenI feel like black militant, taking over the governmentCan't turn my back on the hood, too much love emCan't clean up my act up for good, too much thug in emProlly in the back of the hood, like fuck it then