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Nas - Sex, Drugs, Money And Murder - текст песни, видео

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Nas talking:
Yo Nore I just can't understand
What be going through brothers minds man
Know what I'm saying!
You try to tell a brother when he going the wrong way,
Try to put him on the right way,
He don't wanna hear that though,
So you just gotta let a nigga go

Death followed'em
Before it swallowed'em whole
It was signs he shoulda read
That was inside of his soul
Niggas light dutchies to'em now, so long
Missa muthafucka, but still
Life goes on
Hope I'm rich on my last day
Clutching some ass,
Niggas say he came and went
Got a nut when he passed, an old man
Laying dead on my bed, wit some young shit
Screaming out FREEDOM
When I slung to her chest
After that chill, be a bitch wit a hex
Every nigga she sex, be the next
Put ta rest

Yo if you live, you a member in 85
When it was just bats and knives,
Made men and made wives
Things changed, sell the Jetta, cop the Range
Sending slugs that a leave that ass cripple
As a child had nemia wit out the sickle
N-O-R-E, nore, grand markey
Always wanted to be in this game since Biz Markie
We fuck it up what
Light dro, throw the chalk up
Ever since crack came in little capsules
We control blocks, rock flat-tops
Had two spots, selling blue tops
Seeing Benni cop new rocks

Four wheel flow wit the rowdy thugs
Queens out,smoke Cali budd
Feened out, my thoughts leak out
I speak out, what's worth dying for
Freedom,respect or both
What's worth ya tears
Being broke or when ya man get smoked
It all depends if you used to having ends in his ceased
Instead of cry, more see,
Whoevers fly in the beef
On the other hand, if it's not ya real fam deceased
And you used to funerals, then it ain't that deep
So when you kep slingin
Me myself, I do my thing in the streets
Since i was young I was anxious to eat

Yo since a young sibling
Had every flavor Timberland
Always had jumpshot, and always dribbling
Yo macarole, Jose lay
Like casserole, dolomite type
The Jungle low, cut the China white
Come check ya,mix henney wit the nectars
On straight flights while y'all catch connectors,
If it was up to me
The whole world would be comfortably
Since it's not, y'all niggas stay fucked up
I think about y'all too much
And be bankrupt,so nigga get yours, I got mine

Sex and money go togother like techs and nine shells
Swiss cheese you and cover it up like Rahswell, cartel
Yo ain't seen no iller regime
The Stellarsteen profecy
Project warrior, owns property
Crack is hated, cops get jealous
Cause I stay wit
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