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Memory Lane - Nas
- One for the money, two for pussy and foreign cars
- Three for Alizé, niggas deceased or behind bars
- I rap divine, God, check the prognosis: is it real or showbiz?
- My window faces shootouts, drug overdoses
- Live amongst no roses, only the drama
- For real, a nickel plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja
- Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces
- You're telephone blown, black, stitches or fat shoelaces
- Peoples are petro, dramatic automatic .44 I let blow
- And back down po po when I'm vexed so
- My pen taps the paper, then my brain's blank
- I see dark streets, hustlin' brothers who keep the same rank
- Pumpin' for somethin', some'll prosper, some fail
- Judges hangin' niggas, uncorrect bails for direct sales
- My intellect prevails from a hangin' cross with nails
- I'll reinforce the frail with lyrics that's real
- Word to Christ, a disciple of streets, trifle on beats
- I decipher prophecies through a mic and say "peace"
- I hung around the older crews while they sling smack to dingbats
- They spoke of Fat Cat; that nigga's name made bell rings, black
- Some fiends scream about Supreme Team, a Jamaica Queens thing
- Uptown was Alpo, son, heard he was kingpin
- Yo, fuck, rap is real! Watch the herbs stand still
- Never talkin' to snakes, ‘cause the words of man kill
- True in the game, as long as blood is blue in my veins
- I pour my Heineken brew to my deceased crew on memory lane
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