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For the live ones, not the shook ones For the riders, not the hook ones Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers My crew consist of millionaires, failures, and gangbangers Say my name like Candyman Then I'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand I span forty-nine states, bounce rock skate Similar to movin weight out of state Lyrics lacerate spinal columns, "I bury all cockroaches" Stare in his face, Stomp-in on bustas like Kirk Franklin Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? "But of course" Still screaming Behold a Pale Horse Watch my flame turn green like a Promethean torch Pay no child support when me and my divorce Some of y'all cats in the game look confused Where's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes? Gotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when oh-three-one is gangbangin in Brooklyn [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" To all my live ones, not my shook ones [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" To all the riders, not the hook ones [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" Music to live by, music to die by Songtexte[Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" Uhh, Music to Driveby I puff the Black & Mild, crusin on a Harley - flickin ashes Givin crazy baldheads the finger like Bob Marley Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word See ever since the days of Turkish gold chains and cross cords Uncle Sam wanna play me on some "All you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies" Yeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists they keep a brother fightin federal cases, "ju know" I'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick - so I sharpen it... and stuck Ron Goldman If ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right Sometimes I'd rather have two dykes than five mics See I'm fat, my shit is mo' John Blaze than that I got John Blaze shit, and then I was un-recognized, and then fuck that Who is you to be askin me questions? Bustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" To all my live ones, not the shook ones [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" To all the riders, not the hook ones [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" Music to live by, music to die by [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" Uhh, Music to Driveby Now if I ever fall off, then take a picture trick But I'ma play Dennis Rodman and kick you in the... damn! Hip-hop smoothed out on the R&B tip, with a pop feel appeal to it I'm so for real to it I cream it, wet dream it Support it like a Wonder Bra, when I bust like cleavage Eff a spot lock up, I rock three-quarter top Nikes on the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes Fifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace No bail, no release, from Inglewood court South to La Brea then East to the Pen, handcuffed I shoulda jumped off the roof like Mack 10 Create the funny styles with the chokers round the neck Flossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest Ras Kass the Nova Don Juan, the phenomenon You know I'm the bomb, I raise hell like Spawn [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" To all my live ones, not my shook ones [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" To all the riders, not the hook ones [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" Music to live by, music to die by [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" Uhh, Music to Driveby... ...To all my live ones, not my shook ones [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" To all the riders, not the hook ones [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" Music to live by, music to die by [Nas] "Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" Uhh, Music to Driveby Aus Songtexte Mania