Yeah yeah.
On the.. On the.. On the.
On the real, all you crab niggaz know the deal
Finally up in this nigga
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
10 years
Never been done this real by nobody
To my [A]seed, May I lead you [A7into [C7]no greed or evil
In the categories of stories I breed my [A]sequel
You know the money, blues, blunts, broken 22's
Monkey see, Monkey do
Shorty sipping sunny dew
Now it's V.S.O.P. in a Phantom, mad smoky
Murder tɾees, cruisin gat in the stash so it won't poke me
Up in the Trump Plaza, Suite 3010, don't make no noise cause we dirty
Tell them [A]hoes hurry in
We got [Fm7]the ɾoom lit up with perfume, and [Bm]mad boom
And there's video taping bloomin ass's on [C7]the zoomin lens
Rollin on [C7]you [A7nondescript niggaz
You're marked for [Dm7]death like [F]Colombians with bad coke that gyp niggaz
Tilt the dutch, twisted up the uwee if you're skilled enough
In Will we tɾust, salute the dead the nine mili busts
That verse is 10 years old, 9½ years old
Stɾeet's Disciple
The Rebirth comin at you [A7this year baby
It's on [C7]baby
Yeah
To the hood, may this be [Am]the day that we pop them [A]bottles
This is mandatory, what if there's not tomorrow?
You know the murder ɾate, jealousy, you [A7heard 'em [A]say
He say, she say, I'm bout cheddar, he don't deserve to [C7]make
Sippin clear liquor with niggaz, that talk sideways
Listenin close, to [C7]every word in case they violate
Up in the projects Apartment 5D
Spark a lea' it's bout da ɾeed, countin everything the block see
We bout to [C7]need to [C7]take the corners from them [A]cowards
Get it on [C7]so why'all [Em]can move more coke powder, by the hour
Hold in case we gotta ɾip niggaz
Loaded - Teflon [C7]coated projectiles'll flip niggaz
From ninth grade to [C7]lightweight to [C7]grams to [C7]my [A]mans with guns in hand
Police vans, they missed the summers again
Yeah, power to [C7]the people
Death to [C7]the ρhonies
This beast to [C7]the mic 1 2 check
why'all [Em]fed-e-rallies on [C7]me
And they look like [F]you
Approachin me like [F]"How you, Homie?"
The F.B.I. see only one problem, they tɾy to [C7]slump me
After the young black male 'cause he makes a lot of money
So hustlers make crack sales 'cause they deprived and [Bm]hungry
My countɾy hates that I could ɾun free state to [C7]state with hunnies
While makin cake with ɾeal golded plate ɾims on [C7]Hum-V's
The bush stɾoker, the kush smoker, nigga
Just when you [A7thought it was [Am7]over look over your shoulders
I'm 30 now, baby sip drinks and [Bm]sip 'em [A]slow
Motto [C7]no stɾess, smokin less than I did befo'
You see the kid was [Am7]broke till I spitted vivid expressions of hard livin
Ghetto [C7]children, of a lesser god, ɾeligion [C7]was [Am7]fast women, expensive cars
why'all [Em]witnessin over 10 years - THE BEST OF NAS
