Letras:
Nas Street S Disciple

wanna s-s-sneak your ratchet in here for this one Ay ladies Put your petroleum jelly on your face Yo Nas, we got a big bet in the streets that you knock

the club scene where I met Miss Green Eyes She walked by asking me ?Are you Nas?? ?Why?? ?If you was I?d be totally T.W.I? ?What?s that?? ?Totally

men to rich ones Throw them phone numbers away cuz this is it, hun Headed to the Chapel, my niggas laughin And it's bafflin cuz just a year ago It's weird

you to death I smack mine on the ass and she breathe her first breath [Chorus] [Nas] Gimme Sade's mystique, she gotta know her way in the streets Like

hyphen It's frightening.... {*scratches*} [Chorus] The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit, that murderers move wit The thief's

devils will run back into the caves you came from Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple

s not overnight Let's start the fight (Nas: Yeah) Yeah I think about this everyday, that's the American Way *Sample* Nas: Nas is a rebel to America!

blessed the feet, now less baby mom's problems New woman, she's great, this a different world, Checkin' out my wife's chemistry with my little girl It's

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