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nas – march madness (remix) lyrics

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[intro: future]
dress it up and make it real for me
whatever that f-cking means

[hook: future]
dirty soda in a styrofoam
spend a day to get my mind blown
dress it up and go to n-ssau
200 miles on the dash
and gotta roll a pound up and gas it
switching lanes in a grand rapide
we the ones that kept it cool with all these n-ggas
til these n-ggas start acting
shoot a n-gga like a film in a movie
n-gga, gone let ’em have it
ballin’ like the march madness
all these cops shooting n-ggas, tragic
i’m the one that’s living lavish
like i’m playing for the mavericks
i didn’t wanna f-ck the b-tch, the molly made me f-ck her even though she average

[verse: nas]
reflect with radiance
rising consciousness of my people in the stadiums
or i can get ignorant like that n-gga maury povich portray us as
i’m hip hop baby dad
and all of y’all my litter, my little kids
and my label’s m-ss appeal
a blunt, a pill and some liquor
i get to my hitters, they spray your -ss
get money fast, r.i.p. the check, smell my kilo breath
i spit and i freeze you to death
cuban tobacco mouth, trap n-gga cologne
been had the og respect
pick the city, i knock four of ya’ baddest
16 chillin’ with supreme magnetic
fort greene n-gga with a little queens b-st-rd
now i’m in a ghost or a benz or an aston, icon status
and we still strapped case you n-ggas want static
still ballin’, still mackin’
n-ggas ain’t a 100, he 60/40
we 50/50, that’s automatic
my n-ggas got open cases
but n-ggas got watches and bracelets
and cee-lo, i never throw aces
don’t give a f-ck about racists
pray that my n-ggas come out of the feds
shout to my n-ggas who dead
we got the stripes
all i got is my real n-ggas for life
nas pour henny, future pour dirty sprite

[hook: future]
dirty soda in a styrofoam
spend a day to get my mind blown
dress it up and go to n-ssau
200 miles on the dash
and gotta roll a pound up and gas it
switching lanes in a grand rapide
we the ones that kept it cool with all these n-ggas
til these n-ggas start acting
shoot a n-gga like a film in a movie
n-gga, gone let ’em have it
ballin’ like the march madness
all these cops shooting n-ggas, tragic
i’m the one that’s living lavish
like i’m playing for the mavericks
i didn’t wanna f-ck the b-tch, the molly made me f-ck her even though she average



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