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Lyrics for Sometimes I Wonder by Nas:
| | | Artist: | Nas |
| | Album: | Unreleased (I Am 'MP3 | | Track: | Sometimes I Wonder | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 215 | | | | Lyrics: | QB the whole NYC
We gonna bounce to this
To all my niggaz (yeah yeah)
To all the ladies
Chorus:
Sometimes I wonder
Will a nigga go
under because of his hunger
This game is risky
If a nigga slips six deep
Will these niggaz really miss me
Dead partners too soon
All these niggaz flipping on
me
Cause I won't give no loot to them
Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I...
(Nas)
Top of the world is what I'm aiming at
These niggaz is flaming
gats at my circle
I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you
I hit your bird too,
two in your scalp then you out
Your thug crew is out, blood oozing out
Some serving
caine
Knowing nothing about this murder game
Its easily told but hard to hear
When niggaz finally find out its real
Thats when they heart pumps fear
The
real remains the weak will disappear
My words is 20/20, my vocals are crystal clear
911 style sits on your mind like chrome
Lets say your brains is V12, put it in drive let it
roam
What color? Might as well make it same as your dome
You need your thoughts
together, that means destination is unknown
As we travel on this road, an infinite path, I
get into this math
Drop and get intense for this cash
Will I be subject to kill,
live my life by a gat
Just when I think I made it out, the street is calling me back
Chorus:
(Nature)
I know a lot of fiends by they first name
Living in Queens, a lot of cats getting stuck for they chains
Holding dirty guns, the young
owe dirty ones
Running wild, niggaz I raise hell above ground
Live in sin, holding
rocks, benjamin grin
Figure once I got knocked, it would end
Never that
They
try to tell me I don't love my own
The thugs know, they ride my zone
Like the
cyclone trademark
For coney isle, yeah you know me now
I'm giving fake hugs, phoney
smiles
Stack profits, you know how the niggaz on the block get
Try to give you dap
to stare at your pockets
Cruise advance nothing new just the rules of the land
You
could tell if they wolves or lamb
You could fight a few, there's a few that ran
Or
you could feed them and lose your hand
What you wanna do?
Chorus:
(Nas)
Blessing be to the ones who left us
Transcend into spiritual essences
In Allah's arms you rest in
To him we pray for my peeps
Floyd, Twin and
Taiyeh, Mr. Sunny back in the day
Get the money yam, he use to say not only nice with hands
But streetsmart he was twice a man
I try to understand life's deep plot
I
think of Weewop, Shikeisha they both was mad nice on the rocks
They could have went pro but
only God knows why not
Like my nigga Bing, let your sneakers not be clean
He'll
start snapping on you, making a scene
Kept the lye, a cool nigga warm heart and stayed fly
You still alive, I see you in your sister's face
Are you there pa? Or looking on from
a distant place?
My thoroughbreds, Blackhead quiet but real
Expect to see your black
jeep fly over the hill
In the spirit of Richie Lou tribute
Remind the world of the
crimes that NY pigs do
We miss you, Harry and Sonia
Rest in peace to Marty, a 41st
side of Vernon soldier
T.J. Black better known as Killer
I can't replace you, but in
me Havoc will always have a brother my nigga
My man Will till we meet again
You hold it up there, I'll hold it down here
I hope you hear my prays clear
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