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Peace Peace, yo Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god D and D glasses cloth Kangols guided by angels with white wings Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor More knowledge than Webster dictionary Obituary column plus sign 'em The first fake rapper murdered for rhyming The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers But they small as a shanty in a African village Soft as cotton candy we assassins Let the shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familiar You screaming like you love war Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop Peace, fuck you with a fist in your ass You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo fag You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em 8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting 'Cause now instead of coke rhymes it's laying No analog it's digital, criminals turned rapper times is changing Niggaz get flashier, houses more plusher Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a glock they keep squeezing Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing I'm light years far your mouth get all white When I'm near you, I frighten your heart I want you to watch me notice stare look closer Feel I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it You older than most dudes although Nas Did you and your whole crew, but Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop Peace, I know where niggaz sleep It's too many schemes too many plots War plus money and man I got too many spots Hungry niggaz get tutored to thinking new shit to come up Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up Not me, I'm not ready, I'm low but I be watching We all connected so your man know my man Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up Beat cases and now niggaz back on the block what Brothers is taking secret routes when they drive Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job Peep niggaz that got prices on their head so high Their own my will take the contract surprise So we play a mental game, intimidation Got pussy niggaz get pressed up on and paying I wish these niggaz would step up wait for the day and Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe I got some niggaz with acid get it thrown in your face Play dirty catch your moms in J-30 Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get shot Get rob, get done, get stomp, get drop Ladies love thugs and my thugs love hip hop