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My Worse Enemy

アーティスト：Nas  アルバム：The Lost Tapes (Sept. 2002) (Official Mixtape) 

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[Intro: Nas] Yea, uh, uh, real niggaz dawg, ya heard Yea, journey to the life, just journey [Verse One: Nas] I'm the nigga that ain't loud Throw C-low, never ace out Only move out wit a particular crew, I hate crowds The observer, money and murder the hood praise it I was raised in it, early age Was presented with the ultimatum Be a boss with a army, drop the Atari games Hard cocaine that had my neighborhood strung out Brains numb out, guns out I was smart high hopes in my heart But dope cartels would emerge Bloody shirts on niggaz while they hollerin' 'Til their lungs don't work Figures I end up with a scarred memory of my youth With dudes in the drug loot, feelin' henny "SHOOT" My nigga Will still here, man I wish it was truth Buried in his favorite shit, FILA sneakers and FILA suit My eyes are the window of my soul My niggaz let the Indo roll Thinkin' time flies we gettin' old That's the words of my right hand man, my main dawg We been rollin since day one, he down for the cause All he talk is extortion, kidnap shit, big gat shit I'm like - "yo think positive", but he act sick He only think about lettin' his Mac spit He like fuck who he hit Me it bothers, 'cause he know I'm rent 'em it regardless If he keep wildin' out he's makin' both of us targets So I pull him, tell him on some deep shit, try to school 'em We already lost niggaz by how we was movin' We still livin', but our lives need much improvin' I think I'm gonna lose 'em [Chorus: Nas] I was blind in this world All I thought about was diamonds and pearls I had beef wit a nigga, then I'm clappin' his girl Nappin' his kids, ransack and run through his rib Blow up his mom's crib, there's no way he could live It's gettin' clearer, starin' at the man in the mirror Like all this time, it's just a fragment of my mind Come to find out, shit wasn't what is made to be In reality My Worst Enemy was me [Verse Two: Nas] Feelin' like I got the dons clout Trigger pawn cocked glocks spray up your moms spot I ain't playin' wit you, war, fuck pistols Bring machines, icy bell



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