Uhh
[Nas]
Pushin drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had
us all apes
Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate
That was a uncanny
era, guns in my pants
Yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my
fade
Homicide and feds on the blocks where I played, b-ball
That's when I
wondered was I here for the cause, or be-cause
Cause Ray Charles could see
the ghetto
Was told to stay strong and I could beat the Devil
Cause yo, I
used to play Apollo balcony seats
Watchin niggaz swing razors in the front
row, then out in the streets
The car show, 560's, chemical afros
Acuras
pumpin Super Lover Cee and Casanova
Live chicks be, asses bustin out of they
clothes
Wearin lip gloss, big door knockers pealin they earlobes
So where
them years go? Where the old gold beers and cheers go?
But now them shorties
here doe, so
[Chorus]
The doo rags are back, fitted hats,
snorkels and furs
Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the
word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still
enjoyin life's ride; one mo' time
The doo rags are back, fitted hats,
snorkels and furs
Riker's Island bustin, still packed, what's the
word?
The drinkers stay drinkin, or puffin they herb
And I'm, still
enjoyin life's ride; right?
[Nas]
Political thugs in shark
suits persuade us to pull triggers
in army boots, yellin "Join the armed
forces!"
We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons
Needles in arms of
veterans instead of bigger fortunes
There's still a lot of naked crawlin in
the carpet offices
War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture
us
They won't be servin the beast too long
The murderers wearin police
uniforms, confederate flags I burn
Beat Street breakers were dancin to the
music I chose
And Peachtree Atlantic crackheads was tootin they nose
in
frozen corners of Chicago, loaded up Llama's children
with fo'-fo's, and
double-revolvers
We devil incarnates, headed for jail
Where Shell gas
company in South Africa be havin us killed
Your paper money was the death of
Christ
And all these shorties comin up just resurrect your life
It's like
a cycle
[Chorus]
[Nas]
Niggaz used to wear rags
on they hair when it was fried up
That's when we were lied to, buyin hair
products
Back before my generation, when our blackness started
disintegratin
'til awareness started penetratin
The styles come from
prison, they used potatoes makin liquor
just to prove we some creative
niggaz
Turnin nothin into somethin, is God work
And you get nothin without
struggle and hard work
War is necessary to my niggaz in chains
From Greene
to Sing-Sing, I'm wantin y'all to know one thing
The hardest thing is to
forgive, but God does
Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but
God loves
Take one step toward him, he takes two toward you
Even when all
else fail, God support you
I done it, got God sun on my stomach
My heart
and my lungs was affected from Henny's and gettin blunted
Do your body right
and it loves you back
You only get one life, and yo because of that
I'm
still blazin, goin out for the cause
Still rockin stockin caps, not for the
waves, obeyin no laws
And it's like that
[Chorus]
