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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Performer
Large Professor
Large Professor
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
W.P. Mitchell
W.P. Mitchell
Songwriter
Niqua Jones
Niqua Jones
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Feat. Nas) [Intro: Nas] Large Pro., Nas. Traveling through your mind one time. Get bliss to this. [Verse One: Nas] The greatest lesson ever learned, has yet to be taught Niggaz running outta court like "what the fuck they thought?" It made me somber, my mans I just can't picture being locked up They used to being mad fly 850 I style Cherokee, letters read Nas they could never bury me But kill 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 head Infinity drive Without a sound Queens bound Paully got a call for war out from 40 Meeting out in Beach Channel With peeps from Hammel Blunted niggaz get roasted in they rides Soak they tongues to Remy Heat's in the 5 series high and leery When those 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 saying the honorable Wealthy, Wall Street read the chronicle I fuck big titty chicks Who sip the Long Island City lix Drunk off the Azay (Alize) with Henny mixed Mad niggaz is jail like TCB teach me Everything you see ain't always what it be Hardly able to chill night ills feeling slight chills Finding out that rich nigga got to write wills High 'til I die Eldorado red pack the Uz-o Pretty thug Last Don by Mario Puzo [Verse Two: Large Professor] Stages and places that we go through In a lifetime, maybe more than a few 'Cuz one day you're A and the next you may Have a brand new topic and see a new way Like history, while it's repeating I'm beating the drum on the dumb and blurry don't worry The least bit About shit when the weak split The raw brain remains Long range This is possible I know and charge like a rhino Bro, I gotta let this music go For the maestro Climbs higher heights yo Season a bass line And mind of a Bandog shrine In hell, can't tell All the times I fell But can Tell the thing called man I stand In the eyes of the father tasteful like guava Unravel and break down a tec and solve a Problem, in no time you'll lose your mind Tryin' to calculate the rate of the Large's incline Out of nowhere, I go where few can go On the strength I be rising on tunes and flow With the flock very seldom Words when I weld them Connect for the perfect brew I you
Writer(s): N. Jones, W.p. Mitchell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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