twenty-six bars To ten LP's, what can him tell me? Of them? Of y'all? I'm Nas on a track that's unorthodox Like my life coulda been offed by the cops
streets So let's go, let's go, let's go for the beat Let's go, Virgo proof, it's the Virgo Let's go Nasty Nas, let's go Ludacris And if you don't know
think you might wanna 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
known as Queenbridge Nas, Nas you don't stop Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop From the Blues to Street
Disciple, disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets) Disciple (Streets) Disciple
broke 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
Live now niggas There's no promise of a second time around Put it down wit' ya's (Live) Live now there's no reason Why shouldn't everything is up to
M-A-X Doin' it N-A-S I'm back again (Who's back) Again, again, I'm back again (Who's back) Ooh, tell me (Who's back) I'm back again (Who's back) Again
it's sad I don't remember great times that made me drool And the sex gave me flashbacks when I was like eww Mature with it now dog, here's the side of
, stayed high Got a call, he's in N.Y Needs a couple of G's 'til tomorrow, I dips by For a season where he's at Greets me with a smile, told him, 'Here
talking Why don't they just leave us alone? I know it's hard for them to understand People like us can love each other Come on, stop cryin' now Oh, there's
kennel is waiting You 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
know what's right for you Bap bap bap bap bap, daa dee aaa dee ahh (Daddy's little girl) Bap bap bap bap bap, daa dee aaa, woah Daddy's little girl,
were born Starring out, a young disciple You had that gleam in your eye Disciple of the projects From the day you were born Street's disciple Yeah, disciple
Delilah You're pint-sized, I'm mic's eyes With the gladiator tattoos on it You scared to look too long at Sit on a don's lap tell you a story, shorty
, Bar, Pappy, my niggaz Here's another warrior song from Nasty and Quan It's to him I pass the baton to carry this on Street's disciple Salute to those
writin, semi-automatic, no hyphen It's frightening The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right Understandable smooth shit that murderers move wit The thief's
