Hustler lyric nas

Description:Jones never leaving Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast we riders Hustlers, dealers, drop-top riders Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast we riders He a Compton-Compton O. Dre, he a Compton-Compton O. Jones never leavin' [Chorus 1] Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast we riders [Chorus 2: Nas, he a qb-Qb true G Do the history Way before The Firm, like back in the day Nas was the first New York nigga rappin' with Dre So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away But we still get together like every several years To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears Relax sippin' Calico in Rio, stupid fuckers Low-key, know G's, but it's still Gucci luggage I love Cape Cod, and watchin' fly bitches with grey eyes Wrestle in a tub of ky to get my day by I like to celebrate, why? Jones never leavin' [Chorus 1] Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast we riders [Chorus 2: Mix that with a qb-Qb true G What you got's A concoction of some different ghetto blocks West Coast kill the tracks East Coast gunshots [Nas] Come off the dice game with a fortune walkin', you a walkin' coffin' The musket I tucked it, you bluff it I bust it You're sideways talkin', so I lay often I wait patient, to duct tape hatin' Fuck ass niggaz, get bucked ass niggaz Pluck ashes - of Cuban cigars, you foolin' with Nas That's my name and I came with Rugers this time And if I'm sane that "Soul Plane" movie's the bomb Word to my mom's name tattooed to my arm You can't revolve me, embalm me, calm me or harm me Rob me or dodge these bullets I'm bustin' See that's malarky you yappin' I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clappin' Nasty man, from baggin' grams and runnin' from cops To a mill' on the hand, a mill' on the watch, I'm fuckin' with Doc [Chorus 1] Make that cake, cop two five fivers Pimps and players, platinum diamonds East to West Coast we ridin' [Chorus 2: Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.

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