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Journey Through the Life
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[Nas] Yo, Yo



[Puffy] Gansta, Gansta



[Nas] Gansta Yo



[Puffy] That's Right



[Nas] Journey Through the life of some real niggas



[Puffy] Some real niggas, You'll never see what I've seen







[Puffy]



When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood



Naked bitches, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast



Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body



Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets



Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy



Every night is different pussy since my girl left me



And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy



And her friends are cut-throats, they deep throat to lay with me



I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space



Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face



Lampin' in a mansion, home alone



I hear footsteps, shit I kicks just not lyrics



I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits



If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it



Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now



Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now



It's supposed to be good now



It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down



Fire below me



Now the fantasies I have for women are unholy



Success, thousand dollar bottles impress



Models with fat ass and big breasts



Floor seats, Knicks vs. Nets, private jets



Millionaire heir to Antigua, with Ananda, the MTV diva



Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive)



East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh



A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress



Still I ride to the death, love hip-hop



Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect



Feel Me? Fuck to the rock Sean John jury



I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids



Write about the black experience, sell it to Marimax



Tell me if you feelin' that







1 - [Lil' Kim & Joe Hooker]



Take a journey through the life of these real niggas



The things that they seen it would thrill niggas



If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder



Through the rain and the pain and the thunder



By the time that you realized that it's goin' down



You may find yourself going underground



When they see that this life is upon us



We would see that there's no one that we can trust







[Beanie Sigel]



You can never see what I see, motherfucker



Beanie Sigel, the realest nigga from the streets was taught



Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court



Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep in thought



Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, cause the meat was poor



Ya'll niggas couldn't live my life, I've been through it



Streached up in hospital beds, fed fluid



Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it



Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it



My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap



Upstate the case niggas slice your throat



Wear your boxers in the shower when you gaurd your soap



I done seen the biggest nigga's in the yard get broke



I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall



Took blocks to Wall for box of raw



What you think 33 in the glock is for?



Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars,



C4, block your doors, nigga's can't stop this war



I show you faggots what this Swatz' is for



Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for



Read the papers, '94 I took the cops to war



Half of ya'll niggas livin' a lie



Only reason you switchin' up your droid is cause you keep gettin' robbed



I looked that nigga in the eyes before I send him to God



Beanie Sigel, desert eagle, the realest nigga alive







Repeat 1







[Nas]



Aiyo, Aiyo, Gansta, Gansta



The Bible has words that Christ wrote, evil men sacrifice goats



I speak all my life under oath



Since a kid, troublesome

Thrownin' shit at little girls jump ropes

Bustin' B-B Guns at stray cats, that was way back

Watched it die, covered in flies

Then I picked up a stick, try to dig in it's eyes

Makin' dirt pies, na, being buggy-eyed shit

And every other nigga that rap, sound like my shit

I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip

I don't shoot it, I roll with killers and criminals

With heroin habits they picked up from the penile

They let you have it, all I do is give them a smile

Lifestlyes of the realest, you ain't ruthless you bitch

I got a pine box just your size, I know it'll fit

Your whole life's a mistake, stop holdin' the pen

Kill yourself, come back as a man over again

Cause in this lifetime I'm reignin', slay men

Leave your whole body cold

Your nails grow long, you get gray skin

May this nigga rest in peace, Amen

I run with brave men, straight out the housin', we wildin'

Names engraved in the pavement

Brick building, grown ladies jump off the roof

Nigga get paged, then murdered at the phonebooth

New York streets made me nigga, it's crazy nigga







Repeat 1










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