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nas - give it up fast lyrics

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got out the airport, the mobb pick me up in the truck
jury junkie like f-ck, i ain’t scared to get stuck
so what’s the deal poppy? you heard the feds almost got me
i had the cuban posse all up in my room and lobby

negotiating like an illuminati network
don’t catch a body experts and retrospect till the foul connect
when i lost but back then was my fault
now it’s time to floss

eye for an eye what’s mine is yours
i need a suite with the flowers
complementary at trump towers
sit at the table we can build for hours

on gettin’ riches, a cinch, take a glimpse
the world is yours written all over the blimps
here’s a toast to my foes, it’s like a whole new beginning
from [unverified] and prima, loads of women rockin’ linen

i got a plan to blow the hiroshima, j-pan
movin’ n-gg-s out tha hood and just divide ’em with fam
ay yo, the b-tches like g money said to us, man
about the d-ck like the horse with the cowboy brand

give it up fast, quick and not slow
not goin’ to the tables if it’s not about dough
son you know mobb deep is runnin’ this sh-t
qbc, n-gg- grab your click

yeah son, i’m feelin’ it, opposition want me dead, concealin’ sh-t
four gats got me livin’, kid, rushin’ through my pyramid
you secondary, go against the grain then you adversary
had to bury n-gg-s on my side, that snitch

ran his mouth like a b-tch, now he’s layin’ in a ditch
daily dug for himself on his grave i had to p-ss
scud missile never miss you
hit you, scratch you off, we left jim star rip through

you metal deeper, you ain’t havin’ it me either
it’s drama, ain’t got time for no breathers
rapper noyd make these n-gg-s into believers

huh, huh
hey noyd, what up this cat right here, man
word up

the tough guy strong me, i guess he got plans to ruin me
he want ta do me slowly but surely i beat his fast -ss a bit early
grabbed the biased raid, the sh-t was curly
put the drome to his dome let him know it’s never early

you can slide before i sn-tch the heat from his side
saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes
he was surprised i sn-tched him up regulated his gat
and backed him up, stepped to the side, p blast em up

hey yo, cannons are rough, you got strucked up, ya strokes slit
so rapper n-gg- playin’ thug try to pro sh-t
(yo, kill that n-gg-, man)
all i remember was i shot for his throat g
you see big guns and 3-d is haunting

it gets deep, f-ckin’ with these chinese
thai weed burnin’ my hip from hot gats
burnin’ my lips from roach clips
catch me on 40th and bootlegger in the a.m.

these ‘r-tape meridian’ cats, insomniacs
four in the mornin’ we throwin’ back some cognac juice
lettin’ gats loose in the blue van blitz through
these kids too couldn’t find the pistol

ay yo, i got the lexus, holdin’ my necklace
i’m bent off some next sh-t, gasoline wick, a kerosene twist
stumblin’, place of my gun right, it’s slipped down it’s caliber
lookin’ for chicks that he can stab now

numbed up for my fiery cup, i held juice of sin’s nectar
saints found they youth
mega-action, b-tches all around ready to f-ck
big -sses, you bought all the sh-t, pressin’ ya luck

my pipe games like a night train top speed through ya warm piece
[unverified] to say the least

give up the p-ssy fast, quick and not slow
not goin’ to the cell if it ain’t a freak show
said you know mobb deep is plannin’ this sh-t
qbc, n-gg-s grab their click

give it up fast, quick and not slow
not goin’ to the tables if it’s not about dough
son you know mobb deep is runnin’ this sh-t
qbc, n-gg- grab your click

(and that’s how it go)
and that’s it n-gg-
(if it ain’t a freak show)
it ain’t a freak show

ya know what i’m sayin’?
(don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up)
don’t go
(you know the deal)
rapper noyd, rapper p, nas, havoc to the exit

n-gg-s we out, what up
(the infamous)
it’s over baby
(f-ck 9-6 to 9-7)
tell the rest of the crew

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