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Money Over Bullshit

アーティスト:Nas  アルバム:Hip Hop Is Dead 

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[Verse 1:] My niggas got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fullies Brrat, cars peel, the east coast cartel Rats get they tail snapped and trapped It's snitches in the streets and it's snitches in rap Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya Coroner choruses, some from the Bridge to Astoria Dreams of fallin' in a elevator passin' flows Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers Picture ya tarot cards and bodyguards gettin' sprayed up Sabotagin' my make-up, my watches get laced up Even if they indited Jacob Forensics, paramedics, carry cowards off The frivolated shock to ya chest, try to cough They die and hit Hell from a iron I'm fly in YSL, I'm paid from this shit Got bitches high as Hell and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist They get sent to ya hotel or made in this shit Put a barrel in the capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out You a kid, you don't live what you rap about Came poetic, too many haters to count Too much paper to count, QB bitch [Chorus: x2] Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money over bullshit, pistols over brawlin' Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength [Verse 2:] Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper black carpet Thinkin' 'bout which nigga to target You kill a nigga today, he lives forever So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no martyrs Black tech on the table, mag four-four Black negligee on my bitch, she's at the door Black fish eggs nigga, that's


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