[Verse 1: Nas] If you knew my streets You would know all everybody talk about is who got beef Who's snitchin', who told police Who came home, who's still gone, who's restin' in peace Now they're killing over music money not drugs Rappers placed it cuz' thugs with no brains got no patience New jacks I pistol whip em with the funky rhythm I be kickin Musician, inflictin composition of pain I'm like.. Saddam Hussein Still alive, looking at his dead childrens birth remains I birthed the game, learned you lames a new lesson Your crew's soft man y'all need some new weapons
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