Nas
Deja Vu
[Verse 1: Nas]Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and goldI unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globeWhen I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeastTo conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streetsLive on the run, police paying me to give in my gunTrick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my sonSmoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantlyI'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts meWhile, funny style niggaz roll in the pileRooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's IsleHoldin weed inside they pussy with they minds on thePretty things in life, props is a true thug's wifeIt's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go inDo a bullet, come back, do the same shit againFrom the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictableGuns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual[Chorus:]Heres A Toast to my Foes, Trees, & WomenDeja VuIt's Like A Whole New Beginning... [x4][Verse 2: Nas]Too much thugs and alcohol, what a mixtureJust picture... ya life as a whole judged in court with convictionsLetras de cancionesThey telling u your state of mind, like you worthlessSo he curses, his moms saying Bible VersesThat's all she works withBut miracles, neva leave the churchesInstead, it hits the pockets of the Preacher just to purchase...A house, with a swimming poolLabels me a sinning foolI'm just a nigga who inherited a winning jewelTo be a trendsetter, wheneva sub-ject to respect...This and all respect through is the essentialThe streets life, hustlin the struggle broke ghettosBallin coats settles, slowin inside a glass kettleThere's a Lee-V on my T.V,Lifestyles of living easyGot my crew tense, plottin to gips... to get whips... with V.V.'sPushing cakes... new and erect is what ten platesCelebrating and Elevation in the seeds that we make...So How You Like That?[Chorus:]Heres A Toast to my Foes, Trees, & WomenDeja VuIt's Like A Whole New Beginning... [x4][Verse 3: Nas]Escobar life... gems of raw TimsGators for pretty boy hatersIn Vegas with chicks trickin fortunesI'm glistening... Hells of cops whistlingStill I'm drifting in...In a high, blunts is like insulin95' I drive high zoningStash box zoning my trunk, I flash not... teeth goldenLook at me now MaBlowin but for how far?Cars, Cash, and Bitches got me out moreAnd things you never dreamed I can vouch forSnake niggas, slither on the A of lightsI ain't a Christian, but I find that we pray alikeNeva no one to ask for the time to a saintA mask and 9, I think... will make my problems sinkDown on Canal, similar to how we drinkDistinct diamonds flooded, thank shines on my links...Drug money, snortin bitches, ina... in the timesGot my 9, till I flatline... Nigga Give Me Mine!Deja Vu [x4]
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