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(feat. Joell Ortiz) The Evil genius, Green Latern [Hook: x2] The same shit's that going on The crackheads stalking Loud mouths is talking The same shit's that going on You know I seen it all before [Nas:] It's cool enough to win but it's better to hate to lose There's only one Nas by the hundred thousand use You lose money chasing women, never lose, women chasing money Niggaz is broke, plus the wolves is hungry Morgues full of dead niggaz who is taking money Morgues full a niggaz who the last shit they ate in their stomach Spinach and steak Gortex bootprints still on his face, it's still on his face When we visit his wake Whatever's undone I do it Fight against a whole army one gun I use it Some suntou shit Keep it on you like walking ammonia You far from opponents Letras de cancionesWe can spar for the moments I stay in deceitful conversation With creeps with foul natures Attempted murder trial the basics Threatening the witnesses And relatives of dead victims it's the shit we live Queens Bridge thug matrimony Clap a phony Bullets even hit a crack in his Abercrombie Psycho analysts was asking me what happened to me See the yack got to be, then the gat got to me Then the homies on the block with the stacks of money Then these beautiful bitches was bending backwards for me The lames put the rap game in the caskets slowly Man I don't give a fuck... [Hook: x2] The same shit's that going on The crackheads stalking Loud mouths is talking The same shit's that going on You know I seen it all before [Joell Ortiz:] Planet Earth The land of the worse Handle your turf Cannons a burst and breaks the wrists of amateur jerks Scare me to hurting on your man and that hearse I seen it ten times They get a small article never the headline Candles in the lobby next to empty yack bottles Niggaz drunk talking shit like when they see this mac nozzle But nothing ever happens Even if it do, nothing ever happens We don't talk if that ain't gutter you yapping in the ghetto You can ask a nigga mother what happened and get an echo When I'm from it's so bad Bunch of ignorant mulfuckers with no dads Oh he did, but he don't care cause he nursing his dope hab And when him and they mom argue he always throw jabs So they grip a chrome mag And walk around like who wanna choke tag Fiending to leave a head see through like a coke bag If your life's slightly something like the one that Joe had then you're (Ghetto) Coup a peas, scoop cheese, duck D's and squeeze Breezing on hoop tees, bumping new Ortiz And the houchies please G's by gettin on their knees Giving a body part the scarecrow knee I'm living at life The shit that I write is from my heart, my word Simple with your pocket grab a sharpy homie mark my words If anybody interfere with me and these bucks I ain't only in a career, dawg, I'm beating you up I'm still ghetto [Hook: x2] The same shit's that going on The crackheads stalking Loud mouths is talking The same shit's that going on You know I seen it all before From Letras Mania