sh*t Like This lyrics

by

Nas


24-7, 365 days
n*ggas coming sideways, not me
Some are sloppy
My style sharper than a three-piece suit
Plus a tie, and deper than the look
In a thugs eyes
Why do slugs fly?
Ask ya'self that
Why does Uncle Sam got us held back?
My n*ggas sell crack, to survive
Thun it ain't what you wear
It's what you drive
Them crackers in the bank don't give a f*ck if you live
No offense, but y'all just gotta know
That it's tense
I'm energized, everytime that I rhyme
I go the length
From point A to point Z
I guess you slept
I guess you'll never realize how hot my joints be
So turn it up
I found a new way to earn a buck
Rappin' for the people
Hustla's and murderers
Doctors and lawyers
Cops and Tom Sawyr type n*ggas
Ball playas earning nice figures
Everybody, play my sh*t loud at every party
b*tches get di*ked down
Now they praying that they pregnant by me
On purpose, I be the n*gga that you worship
Staying in ya tape deck
Spraying ya favorite verses
Again and again
Peep my adrenaline
Thugged the f*ck out
At the same time
A perfect gentleman
(Chorus)
You ain't never heard no sh*t like this(6X)
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