[Verse 1: Nas] The greatest lesson ever learnt has yet to be taught Niggas runnin' outta court like, what the fuck they thought? It made me sob up, my mans I just can't picture bein' locked up They used to bein' mad fly, 850i style Cherokee Letters read: Nas, they could never bury me But through me, my nigga, you free Truly reppin' QB, my life is like a movie The credits at the end and the film plays again The script is every rhyme I ever said off the gin Bloodshot Hennessy eyes, Infiniti drives Without a sound, Queens bound Pauly got a call for war out from 40 Meetin' out in Beach Channel with peeps from Hammels Blunted niggas get roasted in they rides Soak they tongues in Remy Heat's in the 5-Series, high and leery When them blue and white cars drive near me Avirex Gore-Tex wet with fly jewelry Israelite, original, insight and lethal, first Hebrew God-sent golden Asian, phenomenal You can't say the name Nas without sayin' The Honorable Wealthy, Wall Street, read the chronicles I fuck big titty chicks who sip the Long Island City lix Drunk off the Alizé with Henny mix Mad niggas is jail like TCB, teachin' me Everythin' you see ain't always what it be Hardly able to chill, night ills, feelin' slight chills Findin' out that rich niggas have to write wills High 'til I die, Eldorado red, pack the Uz-o Pretty thug, Last Don by Mario Puzo
This song can be found on Large Professor’s album – The LP. It was made in 1996 but it got officially released in 2009, after Large Pro regained the rights to the recordings.
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