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(feat. Chrisette Michele) [Nas:] There comes a day in ya life When ya wanna kick back Straw hat on the porch When you old perhaps Wanna gather your thoughts Have a cold one, brag To your grandkids on how life is golden So I'ma light a cigar in the corridor of the crib Pictures on the wall of all the things that I did All the money and fame, 8x10's of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame Colliding with big names that coulda made your career stop All that, and your man is still here, and I'm still hot Wow! I need a moment y'all, see I almost felt a tear drop... [Bridge:] When was the last time you heard a real anthem? Nas, the millionaire, the mansion When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme? Never on schedule, but always on time [Chorus: Chrisette Michelle] These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Letras de cancionesMade me (truly this is what made me) Break me (not a thing's gonna break me) These streets hold my deepest days This hood taught me golden ways Made me (truly this is what made me) Break me (not a thing's gonna break me) Ooooh I'm that history, I'm that block I'm that lifestyle, I'm that spot I'm that kid by the numbers spot That's my past that made me hot! Here's my lifelong anthem: Can't forget about you!! [Nat King Cole sample in background as Chrisette ad-libs] [Verse 2: Nas] Can't forget about the old school Bam, Caz, Mele Mel, Flash Rock Steady spinning on their back Can't forget when the first rap Grammy went to Jazzy Fresh Prince - Fat Boys broke up, rap hasn't been the same since So irregular, how it mess you up when Mr. T became a wrestler Can't forget about Jordan's retirement The shot Robert Horry hit to win the game in the finals, kid Some things are forever, some things are not It's the things we remember that gave the world shock They stay in a place in your mind so snug Like who the person was with whom you first made love [Bridge] [Chorus] [Verse 3: Nas] Unforgettable, unsubmittable I go by "N" now, just one syllable It's the end 'cause the game's tired It's the same vibe Good Times had right after James died That's why the gangsta rhymers ain't inspired Heinous crimes help record sales more than creative lines (creative liiiines) And I don't wanna keep bringing up the greater times But I'm a dreamer, nostalgic with the state of mind The past the past, enough of it, aight then But nothing gives me chills like Douglas and Tyson (Tyson) Or Mike when his talk was live Or when he first did the moonwalk on Motown 25 [Bridge] From Letras Mania