To My Nigga who brought me in this world

Taught us right Nigga

My old dad imported to the family structure

Provide

(feat. Eban Thomas (The Last Poets))

It is absolutely silly, and unproductive

to have a funeral for the word

Where my real niggas at

Theres a lot of real niggas out there

Theres a lot of real niggas everywhere

Thats why you don't fuck with just

I see people hating other people

Tell me what's the reason

That your kid is hungry, you ain't got no money

What's the reason?

By the time

Yo, release what's in me

Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty

Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny

Instead of diet

Uh, If I can teach somethin' so dear

And hope somebody learn somethin' from it

And give it back

They can't break me or shake me

They too fake

(You're a big girl now)

Fully grown with your hormones now

Got your own home and you alone

Wanna bone, wanna moan, get your back blown out

(No more

Yeah

I want all my niggas to come journey with me

My name is Nas, and the year is

Beginning of me, therefore I could see

Through my belly

I shot the motherfucker back

Right out the ass son

For niggaz don't know how to act

What the deal son

I shot

"Nas is . . ." -

Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born

Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end

As far as rap go, it's