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(feat. Nas) Do you see what I see...do you smoke what I smoke.... [Verse 1:] When I walk up in a room niggas feel a slight breeze stay a little while 'till they feel they might freeze never understood why they never liked me 'cause when I lock the door they turn into iceys starin' at my feet all you see is Nikes bet you never seen a ill pair like these size Ten, never find me in a tight squeeze at the airport minutes before my flight leaves round trip tickets to who knows where stay boardin' with never atleast a day's warning previous plans, they spoilin' a dollar and a dream, the theme of NewYork state drawings rep from Saint Johns to Wake Forest wait for us, straight ballers you're hearin' it first, Nate flawless in almost every event puttin' up points while niggas like you stay scoreless. [Chorus x2: Nas and Nature] All my niggas from the Projects light one up to my bitches from the Projects light one up Letras de cancionesand stay high....high... and pass me a cup of that good shit, we on some hood shit. [Verse 2:] It's like hoppin' in a glass pool half full niggas only hit the bottom when they crash through mash fools out like they fast food bone appetite whether Platinum or not it ain't no match for me I sum niggas whole careers up scared tough niggas, bluff niggas into thinkin' that their years up it ain't a game, I took since months off then shit jumps off mini me's are gettin' punched in they jaw some call this shit animal rap, me? I call it dumbin' my nearsighted niggas saw it comin' more stunnin', brand new flows to toy wit' neck flooded on some hurricane Floyd shit back and forth to Saint Croix kid, same plan playin' Sega Dreamcast to the plain lands, a changed Man niggas don't know, they never will and if they don't understand then they ain't fam simple as that... [Chorus x4] From Letras Mania