Tekster:
Nas From Illmatic To Stillmatic The Remixes

buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up, parties I shoot up Nas, I analyze, drop a jewel, inhale from

Sweet, sweet, dreamer X2 from your boy escobar and big R check it, low profile, rap style, slick as new nile give the crew pounds everytime we cover

in front of my eyes, he wore disguise Put a gun to me hungry he went on to chastize That's Nas ain't it, made it rich from entertainment Fresh Wally's

rep, to the death of it 'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon Sent from the

and use my brain Generate pain, penetrate your vein Move like a maniac, Nas is nice son Talk to your concience and hit like Tyson No competition, cause I cause wonders Nas

and use my brain Generate pain, penetrate your vein Move like a maniac, Nas is nice son Talk to your concience and hit like Tyson No competition, cause I cause wonders Nas

rep, to the death of it 'til everybody come home, little niggaz is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb, we need more warriors soon Sent from the

in front of my eyes, he wore disguise Put a gun to me hungry he went on to chastize That's Nas ain't it, made it rich from entertainment Fresh Wally's