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Where Y'all At (Album Version (Explicit))

Where Y'all At (Album Version (Explicit))

Nas

Hip Hop Is Dead

2007-01-01

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Where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? I slow dance with the Devil Snow setting in the bezzle Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville Polo black scented, eyes squinted Air Force One's, with my own patent in it Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy Pagan holidays, are way far from my reality Far through Evisu jeans, lethal green Oliver peoples shades when I creep through Queens With no AKs, I'm the ambassador Robin Hood in the Aston Mart. Lotta blood gonna splash in war Task force homicide, federalies gonna arrest But y'all ain't never seen nothing Not a word not a hint, on the kid from the Project Bench That went Sony-BMG, to that new conglomerate Island Def Jam, guess how many dollars was spent To get the best man, yall niggaz ain't silencing shit Ya bench been wanna police the dick The big Benz, Imma model ya chick Was that posing, cash froze her Cats stroke her, once I smash it's over Cold like ice, more chains than slaves Dangerous ways, Poltergeist change the channel Roll the dice, I bring change when I gamble I could sell sand to a Arab, hot and my gun handle The ill whip pusher, my spit wet ya If you stand close to the woofer Betcha get sprayed by my lecture Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular Give it up smooth, I ain't beggin ya Intelligent brainiac, brains maniac Back of the Maybach, taste that, don't waste that Eat with my elbows top of the table Street etiquette with speech impediments And s'til see presidents, no matter who paid Cause you ain't take the last dollar made Long as they keep printing it, there's chances of getting it Money's my bitch, and we stay intimate Ask about Nashwan, could ask about Jung Ask about Bravehearts, and ask where I'm from Q Boro, specifically The Bridge Don't ask no more question, ya know what it is Whether chrome sparking or loan sharking Busting rachets or numbers rackets or drug traffic My funds are wrapped up, no concerns who has what Financer, skull doo wrapped up Mob life, prizefights, plasma tvs or first floor Diversified all my circle Amid the most sickest groom the proof swiftness Numero uno, annuit coeptis That's the language of our Latin ancestors On the back of a dollar, the plan and the message In the Rolls Royce like the King of Nigeria My criteria, smoke cigars Change rap like Jimi Hendrix changed Rock And Roll With a broke guitar, diamonds flashing Almost put a million cash in, in my mommy casket Seen more green than St. Patrick-trick
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