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Where Are They Now (90's Remix) Lyrics - Artist : Nas
Aiyyo check it out y'all this is Nas, y'all know what I do to the business
(Yeah! Uh!) I bring back the business (Nas you my dude for this B) Aw man y'all ain't ready (Straight check it) Here they are the remix, let's go It's Kingpin plus two I'm on the guestlist fam But if this dude ain't like thirty he don't know who I am Boo boo my name, monetary gain is better than fame But let's face it without the spotlight you thinking Red is Eddie Kane If I was drugs then I used to be a key Now I'm a couple ounce, on the come up hustle me Yeah, and hip hop man ain't no 401K I got my MPC I'll see you one day ("Hit it!") I'm still here, still flipping flows Still ripping shows, Rob Base let me get ill yo! It's the O.G. (who?) R to the O-B B to the A-S-E, repping N.Y.C. I toured the country, since I dropped my first CD (what?) "It Takes Two", remember me? If you don't it's the one that hit you with the whoo yeah Used to make it so hot, you couldn't breathe the air Ain't but too much for you to sweller Hard body, fuckin' with a Coke-bottle model Auburn, full back and observe While I blap blap to your nerves, uh! (oh!) I'm that Original, S-P twelve hundred Anything y'all will do, Spin dunn done it The baguettes, the Prada stilet's On the turntables, call me Gillette Yo! First of all big up to Nas the killer rip spitter The Q.B. hitter called this Far Rock nigga Yeah I'm dripping heavy from my head to my feet From the bars that I spit to my name on her cheeks Catch me on the mixtape, Bentley with the Queen draped Pilot on deck G5 when I gotta skate Let you know when I'm out on the dough that shows I'm selling them My LP's drugs nigga be like running listen (Hey! Where are, where they now, huh-oh hey!) (Aw man can you believe it it's like a holiday man) (It's like Nas bringing a rap holiday man, ha ha ha, yeah) (Where are they now?) (Hey! Hit me! Where are they now?) (Here they are, two thousand and seven they right here, yeah, they right here) One baby drop two to the three Is she out for the count UK mic deceased? You never heard again from words not the least I checked first set net worth mic relief Remain calm more vowels spit battles And associate the kid when they hustling up the cattle I don't care to give when they ride like a saddle Hip-Hop crowd well in doubt where are you now? It's the Jungle Brothers (housing) with that five thousand Blowing up your project housing, Baby Bam Lee just bouncing Make me wanna crack a 40 ounce and, and straight get loud and Chase her blouse and, turn her out Cause I know we rocking party it's all about Aiyyo cool calm collected and my name is Mike G And I'm repping for Nas and my crew the J Beez! Eight bars, ten stars, fuck five mics! I'm (The Source) and the boss, show you what it's like To play bad mitten at the top of your position With a whole lotta niggas wouldn't play but it's written I'm the first to murk, chea! Representing Philly boy The same kid that spit this wrote ?Baby Gram? Nicholas one son the (Greatest Man) living True school be like everyday thanksgiving Pos. K! Uh, uh, still spits this summer Came up like I hit the number, yeah y'all know me! I'm not a stranger to y'all in the orgies Squeeze ya dick up in ya in the ear as if ya for me I'm more "primetime" than Maury Plus I took ya to the "Bridge" like James Brown and Nas applaud me My rhymes is suppository, it feels shit Top [?] watch Nemo then they watch the stories (Hey! Where are, where they now, huh-oh hey!) (Yeah did you hear your favorite yet?) (I know some of y'all bugging out, did you hear the dudes y'all used to like? The craziness?) (Where are they now?) (Hey! Hit me! Where are they now?) (The Original Spinderella, all that, aw man, I can't believe it yo, don't go nowhere) (I got more! I got more!) Miggity, "Where Are they Now" Nas remix Feel how real Hip-Hop needs this Wish B.I.G., Pun, and Pac could see this Diggity Das-EFX piggity pioneers in this Made his kids just reminded y'all Throwback go back to the nineties y'all Look it up, hook it up, get the catalog We your favorite rappers, rappers, rapping dog Yeah I go Nas, Lord Do It All Me and you got something in common through Marley Marl Burst in the bricks, talked to buying ?leather? Golden aged flows, you sound undiscovered I do this with a passion, spray-paint tag in Hip-Hop's alive, and I'm the breathing dragon On the stage whylin, jumping and laughing It's Lords of the Underground and that's if you're asking! Yo! I strip the booth anytime my lips move And it spews, my screws and they loose, I'm a move and it's proof Now give me two minutes I'm still wicked and still kicking it With skills built and hot [?] you can't step in my shoes yo! When I'm in the mood, when I'm in the booth and whenever when you I spit phantom in a boost you better just prepare to make room! Nas give me eight bars, eight stars Escobar Yo we rule, and we still ain't got nothing to prove, yo! For the second I'm wrecking I got you double-checking For me to flash your big chain wheeler, shiny weapon, step in and holla I gotta hit the kids that shit Hip-Hop The wack gets spit lot, the man bullshit stop Yo they call lot and I accept the invitation But I not try and snitch upon my ?inclamation? On the real God, I'm good, a brother been in mediation And my mind has been kenotic, kill the pres led a nation, Dres Aiyyo Chi Ali hold ya head up in the peniles This your man Nas, here they are Unbelievable, Hip-Hop is dead Let's see what happens aight! |
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