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Nas - Speechless (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Chauncey Hollis, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I don't even know what's goin' on no more I don't even know what's happenin' man Ain't no answers I'ma figure some shit out though, you hear? You know? Yeah, yeah Just try to get my weight up Try to get all my watches in order Get my safe up, get great I'm 21 years past the 27 Club It's like I went back into my past, and then I sped it up Robert Johnson, Winehouse and Morrison found where Heaven was Heaven on Earth, this shit is magic with no fairy dust Home of the gully, gangsta, the gruesome and the scary stuff I told my brother Jung', "Fuck 'em, they gon' go through Hell with us They don't have the history in the streets that compare with us" Hood niggas, they wanna be us, thugs in the St. Regis Only thing undefeated is time The second is the internet Number three is this rhyme Before security, my dog had to sneak in the nine God must be on my side I had to eat and provide, my winning streak is divine I told thun, "Leave the street shit behind Don't let 'em hype you, a slow run beats cheatin' the grind" Dawg, I'm tellin' it like it is You gotta deal with the consequence When you run in a nigga's crib, nigga you better be ready to sit Dope dealers, street hustlers, pop cases Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases Big gamblers, skullies, hide faces Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it Left 'em speechless (speechless, speechless, speechless) Left 'em speechless (speechless, speechless, speechless) Pick a down on his luck rapper Bet he broker the arrogance of a crackhead Mad at a weed smoker, or a pill taker Who hate a distilled wine drinker A killer who use a gun to hate on a knife swinger Aight, I get it It's who the littest, we in competition Y'all did it first'll be the death, I got a proposition You and your brothers stop plottin' on each other, plot on millions Educate yourself, find ten different areas of interest Spread your bets out, double down on what's working Then you double up Hands on your paper, they sending hate no matter what you touch Honestly I'm speechless Fly to Greece 20 pointers on the chain, I freaked it Lawn chair in the hood, sittin' comfortably I must be insane givin' you bars runnin' companies I'm done with the redundancies Checking on my HSTRY, making content for Viacom License music to Tiffany's I come from Dope dealers, street hustlers, pop cases Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it Left 'em speechless (speechless) Just like when the judge read the sentence Threw your life away in minutes Left 'em speechless (speechless) The bounce back is the greatest feeling When they thought that you was finished Leave 'em speechless (speechless, speechless, speechless) Speechless (speechless, speechless, speechless)
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Chauncey Alexander Hollis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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