Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm a rapper turned rock star
Word up, what I wanna know
Yo, I'm a rapper turned rock star
What, what, what, what
I'm a rapper turned rock star
Yo, yo, yo
I'm a rapper turned rock star, in a hot car
What y'all? The black prop with the crowbar
No plates off the lot it costs a lot
You forced to watch hands take they hand off the glock
Money don't stop long as I stay hot
Cook it up, chop it up, put it on the block
Bust a bullet on the chart till we hit the top
Nigga not too thick, the fold, I'm dipped in gold
You half a gram niggas, can never slam niggas
What part you don't understand? I'm the man nigga
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Why not?
Under A Mask lyrics

(Hofstede)
Cover up the pretty faces
Cover up the eyes and the lips
And the things we love
Under a mask
Oh what a feeling it is
Oh what a feeling it is to be unknown
Under a mask
I wanna know
Is it really your face
I wanna know
Are they really your eyes
I wanna know
If I'm looking at a replica
Cover up the angr
Makin moves and gettin money with my team
We them ghetto starz
This here is far from a dream
Official Nas, here to get up in that ass
Word up, pour some liquor in my cup and pass
Yo, word up kid, there's mad money in this
Grab the mic, handle your business
This here is for Official niggas only, no beginners
About my heavy metal, run the ghetto, where my sinners?
You feel me in my crazy world, I only deal with sinners
Hearin local reports from out the vocal laws up in the game
You violate nigga, I swear I tear you out the frame
Y'all niggas know the name, we represent the burrough Queens
With the same routines run with y'all gats to smithereens
Official Nas, and L-B fam
Bringin yo
Everybody Join Hands lyrics

Read the paper
whatta you see
War in Asia
hunger and greed
Murder in the Bronx
rape in the park
Pollution in the city
tomorrow looks so dark.

Everybody join hands with your fellow man
And work together to save our land
Take a look around
take a look inside
Oh can't you see we gotta turn the tide.

Man in the p
 the jam from the Queen-shy to get green-shy
Rob with us, shorty it's all live, peep the vibe
As we keep you wired, so up the stakes, cut the cake
Regulate, we delegate and dead they take
That's a rapper that it's official, track for track
I back slap you, with my other platinum plaques
You whack rap hopefulls, have you noddin like the dope do
Any member of my crew'll roze you
Number one spot, took that
Onyx show, book that
Got a bet, better know where to put that
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I smoke weed in cars that cost more than your house
I got a fly chick with gats, hold coke in her blouse
I'm talkin about a hundred g's, show sold out
So you see that, you better shut your mouth
I used to sc
Haeresis Dea lyrics

Lyrics by: Fabrizio / Music by: Alex / AndreaFreedom wings as precious as slim How many times were broken? Poor in spirit overbearing Sentenced exception to death Stifled cries Implored grey skies Purification of fire Heretical you're guilty! Confess, abjure We'll save at least your soul eme on niggas that had more than me
Now I'm that nigga and niggas scheme on me
I got a ghetto mentality
If a nigga front, I'm gattin 'em
I never had nothin, now my rolex is platinum
I be the same man, rich or poor
Wildin out at the club, time to hit the floor
Outside I got the infa, in the Ferrari cockpit
Fuck partyin with y'all, we already got shit
You rockless, nina you ain't got no props
Let me see you at the awards this years, I blow your spot
Even at a rich event, you can still get shot
Fuck that, as of now Onyx back in the mack
We guaranteed to start fights everytime we rap
Yo, who got next? Who got first?
I'm God Son, the illest nigga on this earth, what?
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