I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
And she's dead, she's dead
Yeah, niggas smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corne
Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama
Rich ass niggas is ridin' with three llama
Revenge in their eyes, Hennesy and the ganja
Word to the wise with villain state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
（Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind）
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up
Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up
My face once graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million in billin', I helped build 'em up
Gave my nigga my right, I could have gave lef
So like my girl Foxy, a nigga went De
Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren?
And she's dead, she's dead
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
What influenced my raps? Stick ups and killings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings
Criticize that, why is that?
Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap
Cuz we love to talk on ass we gettin'
Most intellectuals will only half listen
So you can't blame jazz musicians
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
Oh I they like me--in my white tee
You can't ice me, we here for life B
And for that we not takin' it lightly
Bodies in the morgue lie together
All together now
she's dead, And she's dead
Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business
If it got where it started
So we all gather here for the dearly departed
One homeboy became a man then a mobster
If the guys let me get my last swig of Vodka
R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
Went from turntables to mp3s
From Beat Street to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
I'm lookin' over my shoulder
It's about eighty niggas from my hood that showed u
And they came to show love
Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut
[00:17.96]
[00:22.63]
[00:28.26]I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
[00:30.50]Roll to every station, murder the DJ
[00:32.63]Roll to every station, murder the DJ
[00:34.73]
[00:47.71]And she's dead, she's dead
[00:51.39]Yeah, niggas smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corne
[00:54.27]Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama
[00:56.45]Rich ass niggas is ridin' with three llama
[00:58.51]Revenge in their eyes, Hennesy and the ganja
[01:00.56]Word to the wise with villain state of minds
[01:02.87]Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
[01:04.87]Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
[01:07.06]（Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind）
[01:09.30]Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up
[01:11.42]Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up
[01:13.55]My face once graced promotional Sony trucks
[01:15.79]Hundred million in billin', I helped build 'em up
[01:17.92]Gave my nigga my right, I could have gave lef
[01:20.16]So like my girl Foxy, a nigga went De
[01:24.03]Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren?
[01:26.10]
[01:48.44]And she's dead, she's dead
[01:53.11]The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
[01:54.86]Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
[01:56.92]What influenced my raps? Stick ups and killings
[01:58.98]Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings
[02:01.29]Criticize that, why is that?
[02:03.59]Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap
[02:05.72]Cuz we love to talk on ass we gettin'
[02:08.28]Most intellectuals will only half listen
[02:10.34]So you can't blame jazz musicians
[02:12.59]Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
[02:14.58]Oh I they like me--in my white tee
[02:16.64]You can't ice me, we here for life B
[02:21.07]And for that we not takin' it lightly
[02:25.00]Bodies in the morgue lie together
[02:26.68]All together now
[02:27.81]
[02:48.08]
[02:52.45]
[02:57.81]she's dead, And she's dead
[02:59.76]
[03:10.62]Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game
[03:12.37]Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business
[03:14.93]If it got where it started
[03:16.37]So we all gather here for the dearly departed
[03:20.80]One homeboy became a man then a mobster
[03:23.11]If the guys let me get my last swig of Vodka
[03:25.61]R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
[03:27.54]Went from turntables to mp3s
[03:28.73]From Beat Street to commercials on Mickey D's
[03:31.91]From gold cables to Jacobs
[03:34.15]From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
[03:36.71]I'm lookin' over my shoulder
[03:38.34]It's about eighty niggas from my hood that showed u
[03:41.02]And they came to show love
[03:42.63]Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut