Nas - Escobar 97

Honies, cash, weed, cars
ghetto celebrities, hood movie stars
gat slingers now rap singers are who we are
went from Nasty to Nas to Nas to Escobar
The path we all walk, starts out long
it's like a boardwalk monopoly, some make it around, some go down, it's prophecy
happy days balancing with life's atrocities
hoppin' in v's, knowin' some day I got to lead properly
high up in a five realizing the price paid for this life
laid in the light shade one might say, top of the world's
two whips, a crib and a girl quick to celebrate it, poppin' corks like they made it
pretentious, arrogant niggas is senseless
pro ball players with white wives, peep they night lives
while you could catch me in a crisp white five
dark tinted, dijon-scented, with Al Green on my theme song, love and happiness, how can it seem wrong
I mean before this, I used to rock a taurus with the donuts
now I grown up, got it chromed up got the rap game sewn up,
shonuff niggas acting cool, but it's really no love
I feel a slow buzz, off the dutch this is everyday, every second
got to make it pay, every lesson I learnt got me open
while most of these rappers'll stay burnt

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With so much drama in QBC, it's kinda hard being Escobarro
Elderado Red, sippin' Dom out the bottle
my life is like a Donald Goines novel
we wave glasses like bravo drunk niggas with mad problems, and shot pockets
my niggas from the block rock this, box cocaine, cook it and chop it
looking to profit, in different ways
goin' through this difficult stage, called life but each year my physical's praised
some fell beyond the reach of help cut in the street, thinkin' they could teach theyself
when all we wanted was a piece of wealth and randomly, feed our family
the streets are insanity amply, living in ths thug's fantasy
richest nigga in show biz is what I plan to be
heavy chain and my QB sway, living this king's life
magazines write about me, in this dream it's all tight

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Now the main thing that boggle my brain be all the bottles of pain iced
the chain and all the followers came they tried to throw me off track, but I caught that
they thought I lost that but I'm continuing to make more stacks
halftime, new york state of mind, it was written
was hittin' trips overseas, southeast, diamond and riches
sleepin on the plane, wake up when we land feelin' real scared, on the ground
rollie flush, princess cuts, and large rounds
the crews up, findin time to shine rocks it's real, you violate, be in a pine box
if it go there, I lay you before you lay me, it's crazy
I didn't make the game, the game made me
records for the babies so they raised up in mansions
haters keep hating, and ladies'll keep glancing
Yall know the routine out this muthafucka.... word up