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Nas - Death Row East (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
Garren T. Edwards
Garren T. Edwards
Background Vocals
Ed Lover
Ed Lover
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
Dustin James Corbett
Dustin James Corbett
Songwriter
Joshua Strange
Joshua Strange
Songwriter
Garren T. Edwards
Garren T. Edwards
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Marvin Delgado
Marvin Delgado
Assistant Engineer
Dustin James Corbett
Dustin James Corbett
Co-Producer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah hold up KD2 shit (Hit-Boy) Ayy hold up, c'mon, whoa Right back at this Right back Right back, hold up, whoa High on life, drunk off dark liquor Shit gettin' eerie like I threw on Thriller Bitch, I'm a hard hitter, Rolex clocks and killers Holdin' the order, I'm prayin' God delivers I had run-ins with Suge, niggas would've been shook At the height of the beef, they started Death Row East Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my Gs Notorious label, the story was made in the streets Now it's real life movies Rest in peace, Ill Will Let's talk about it We the smartest, not thе loudest, came up out the projеct houses Where they resort to violence Hennessy bottles on the curb, lil' niggas tryna serve Let's talk about it Back when Jungle told Pac, "It's on" soon as we walk up out this Picket signs, Outlawz outside the music hall Bunch of ghetto superstars really down to lose it all Both sides was thuggin' But when you in my city, you know how we comin' Animals in the field and most of 'em clutchin' When you livin' this rugged, that come with repercussions, look High on life, drunk off dark liquor Shit gettin' eerie like I threw on Thriller Bitch, I'm a hard hitter, Rolex clocks and killers Holdin' the order, I'm prayin' God delivers I had run-ins with Suge, niggas would've been shook At the height of the beef, they started Death Row East Damn, I even saw their tees on some of my Gs Notorious label, the story was made in the streets History lessons Keep it on record Let's talk about it 'Cause when you got a story real as mine, you can't leave nothin' out it Let's take you back to '96 Diamonds and MAC-10s, lookin' through a fresh lens Everything I know now, wish I knew back then Like it was only so much time left Before Makaveli the Don left Booked a flight, flying out West We was tryna squash the whole shit in Vegas No media to eat it up and leak it in the papers Eric B, Big D, and 'Preme was affiliated Peace to E.D.I., Napoleon and all the innovators We had respect before we was ever some entertainers See Suge, he was a dangerous threat M.O.B almost turned half of New York red Brothers I grew up with threw up they sets Some even had them Death Row chains hang off their necks There's a rumor that spread I'd like to address Pac was never set up by Stretch (let it rest) I stepped to him at Bryant Park so we could speak direct He didn't disrespect, we planned to reconnect I flew to Vegas to shoot the Street Dreams video and link with Tupac Tried to squash the East Coast-West Coast beef We didn't talk But he was still alive in the hospital And it rained that day in Vegas (chill out, chill out, yo) Rest In Power This is my nigga Nas And we both got one thing in common We both represent Queens to the fullest, a'ight? This brother was good enough to stop his show And I want everybody in here, everybody stand up on their feet First and foremost, please At 7:03 p.m. New York time 4:03 p.m. Vegas time, 2Pac Shakur passed away, y'all Give me a moment of silence
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Dustin James Corbett, Chauncey Hollis Jr., Garren Edwards, Joshua Strange Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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