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Nas - Outro lyrics
[Bun B:]When I step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that? "
 Big Bun B, but you already knew that
 Live from the state where they chop it and screw that
 You hatin' on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!)
 Motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man
 Fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand
 Get out my mix man, just go' get you stuck
 Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man (damn!)
 No tricks, man, those is for kids
 Cushion, my cigar, and hoes in the crib
 Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge
 You fuckin' with da so you know what it is
 I'm sittin on the fours that clack
 Comin' down candy in the golden 'lac
 We gettin' to the money like it's goldman sachs
 And we do it for the pimps that are holding back... let's go!
 [Nas:]Look who crept in with automatic weapons,
 reppin' qb till the death of him
 That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like kanye west and em
 Track record goes back to "the essence",
 smack adolescents who ask who the best is
 I'm nasty like gas from a fat man,
 attested, I pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast
 But I'm like a gastric bypass?
 , actors seemed to get typecast in the same role
 Since 16 I ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow, cocaine white range rov'
 Tats on my body like an art exhibit, I did real good for a private nigga
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 Was once a bacardi sipper,
 now it's chandon, fat blunts in the car with strippers
 Guns in compartments hidden, I was real young, little youth, a novice nigga
 Blessings, bowed down, respected, chowed down now my food's digested
 Pow pow, with my shooters are techs that'll bust louder
 than the noise that I just spit
 Let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin'... testin'
 Chop heads off like king henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, bitch!
 I'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb
 Been in this shit since '91
 Niggas can't fuck with the style I use
 Your fate is sealed, no heidi klum
 Calm now, was a wylin' dude, studied cowards that made power moves
 Watched wild planet seen lions devour food, you can say that's how I move
 A monster nigga, and I don't really like doing songs with niggas
 There go my nigga wayne, let them niggas hate
 Or like my nigga drake say "we ain't got time to respond to niggas"
 [Shyne:]I'm a villain, I'm a villain, all that happens in the street
 Poverty and desperation made me everything I be
 I'm a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up
 Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over gotham
 Blood Game 5, it's that Blood Game 5
 But green is the bottom line
 I run this town I ain't gon lie
 They running out they aint gon fire
 They acting like they ain't gon die
 Until I let them llamas fly








