[Produced by DJ Premier]
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[Intro: Nas]
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(Check that shit)
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Aight, fuck that shit, word, word
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Fuck that other shit, you know what Im sayin?
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We gon do a lil somethin like this, you know what Im sayin?
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(Stay up on that shit)
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Keep it on and on and on and on and
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Know what Im sayin? Big Nas
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Grand Wizard, God, what is it? (Its like)
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Haha, you know what Im sayin?
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Yo, go ahead, rip that shit, dunn
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[Verse 1: Nas]
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I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
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Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be dissin a
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Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
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I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
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Jungle survivor, fuck whos the live-r
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My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
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Sentence begins indented with formality
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My durations infinite, money-wise or physiology
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Poetry, thats a part of me, retardedly bop
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I drop the ancient manifested hip-hop straight off the block
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I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
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Choco bluntsll make me see him drop in my weed smoke
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Its real, grew up a trife life, the times of white lines, the high pipes
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Murderous night times and knife fights and blight crimes
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Chill on the block with Cognac, cold strapped
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With my peeps thats into drug money market into rap
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No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
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For niggas, no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
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Start off the dice-rollin match, from craps to cee-lo
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With side bets, so roll a deuce, nothin below
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(Peace, God) Peace, God, now the shit is explained
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Im takin niggas on a trip straight through memory lane
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Its like that, yall
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[Chorus: Biz Markie & Craig G]
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Now, let me take a trip down memory lane
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Comin outta Queensbridge
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Now, let me take a trip down memory lane
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Comin outta Queensbridge
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Now, let me take a trip down memory lane
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Comin outta Queensbridge
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Now, let me take a trip down memory lane
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Comin outta Queensbridge
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[Verse 2: Nas]
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One for the money
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Two for pussy and foreign cars
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Three for Alizé, niggas deceased or behind bars
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I rap divine, God
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Check the prognosis — is it real or showbiz?
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My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
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Live amongst no roses, only the drama
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For real, a nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
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Heres my basis; my razor embraces many faces
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Your telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces
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Peoples are petro, dramatic, automatic .44 I let blow
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And back down po-po when Im vexed, so
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My pen taps the paper, then my brains blank
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I see dark streets, hustlin brothers who keep the same rank
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Pumpin for somethin — somell prosper, some fail
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Judges hangin niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
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My intellect prevails from a hangin cross with nails
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I reinforce the frail with lyrics thats real
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Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
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I decipher prophecies through a mic and say “Peace”
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I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
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They spoke of Fat Cat; that niggas name made bell rings, black
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Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
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Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin
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Yo, fuck, rap is real Watch the herbs stand still
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Never talkin to snakes cause the words of man kill
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True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my vein
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I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
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[Chorus: Biz Markie & Craig G]
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Now, let me take a trip down memory lane
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Comin outta Queensbridge
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Now, let me take a trip down memory lane
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Comin outta Queensbridge
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Now, let me take a trip down memory lane
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Comin outta Queensbridge
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Now, let me take a trip down memory lane
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Comin outta Queensbridge
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[Outro: Nas & Craig G]
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Comin outta-a-a-outta-a-a-outta Queensbridge
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The most dangerous MC is
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Comin outta-a-a-outta-a-a-outta Queensbridge
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The most dangerous MC is
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Comin outta-a-a-a-a-outta Queensbridge
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The most dangerous MC is
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Comin outta-a-a-a-a-a-outta Queensbridge
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The most dangerous MC is
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Me number one, and you know where me from
