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アーティスト:Nas  アルバム:I Am  作詞:BROADY CARLOS/JONES NASIR/MYRICK NASHIEM SA ALLAH  作曲:BROADY CARLOS/JONES NASIR/MYRICK NASHIEM SA ALLAH 

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[Nas] See no evil.. fear no evil.. speak no evil.. hear no evil.. If you don't bring that shit around you You ain't got nuttin' to worry about (uh-huh) Yeah (yeah, uh-huh) Know what I'm sayin Yo, yo yo yo Carolyn, from Maryland, she Lady Heroin She elegant, her apparel in the M-Class caravan Keys of dope, lovin' cats to ski in her throat She fuck killers in her condo, her Benz and her boat Her iced throat, ass is curvy, 40 years old She passin' for 30, Gucci framed glasses from Purvy's Madison Ave., shoppin' when she not, coppin' bricks of that shit She hoppin' on dicks, ridin' Pony's who trick At my man's wake, she said the eulogy After that I usually, bumped into her shoppin' for jewerly Her bodyguard screwin' me, I gave her my math Ain't nuttin' new to me, blowin' backs out, six-pack Stout's Wide fat mouth, the evil look, with a bow-leg Yo niggas said, "Shorty's a pro, she blow head She push the fo' red, she know Feds, Feds know her" A code red, maybe she's out to slay me, this bitch is crazy She blew the celly up, meet me at the telly to fuck She knew about cats from way back, we smoke a haystack She never cough once, blunts was her hobby She said I knew her man probably No doubt, not since he tried to rob me I jetted though, sometimes you never know He snorted all her work, now she need me, to do her dirty work Hook: It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") Nigga you reap what you sew What goes around, comes around If you sleep you don't know A very small world ("It's a.. small world..") where beef could never end At the time you least expect it I'ma see you again It's a small world ("It's a.. small world..") You get away with it now Soon enough it catches up to you Someway, somehow Yo it's a small world Watch what you do.. ("It's a.. small world..") Snook from Redhook was grimy, did five years, glad to be home From Attica known for keepin' chrome calibers Smooth like a Wallaby shoe, he's out to get it Five years plannin' to blow, soon as he hit the briddicks Had a girl in Woodside Queens, thought he was low Played the crib for a month, and deaded his P.O. Started robbin' niggas till he caught a whole kilo He had a bunch of starvin' niggas he owe, he never paid though Got large, sign on his door, "Don't knock hard" Layin' with his bitch, niggas is rich, is what he told her Played the block, holdin' cracks inside the baby stroller Here come his crazy soldier, six shots it's over


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