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Mo Money, Mo Murder / Born Alone, Die Alone ✶ AZ

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We bigger than the Jews

bigger than the Irish

you can run the whole fuckin country!

YOU could be the next John D. Rockerfeller

 

“Nobody noticed us, nobody gave a shit

but the bigger we get

the more we’re TAKING from other people… “

 

[Nas]

Yo, in a mahogany, black scenery

that was lightning and rain drops

I’m tied up in the basement cocaine spot like Bangkok

I’m blindfold, Vietnam type mind control this torture

His accent sounds like the rarest culture

Askin me, my atrophy stabbin me gradually

Says his attribute, was satanic, masonic, ironic

I felt reminded of my fast life ventures

and winters, blinded til the flashlight enters

 

[AZ]

Yo Dunm, before the sun set

Call connect get all the tech’s

I’m vexed, this nigga stall for sex

Lost respect, let’s off his neck

My calibre, got me thinkin on a higher algebra

See me I’m just as foul as ya

but you ain’t got no style in ya

I’m into bigger cheddar, G’s and better, Armarett-ah’s

Armani sweaters, plus these crabs could never dead us

 

Chorus: AZ (repeat

 

Mo money, mo murder, mo homicide

You catch that body nigga, better have that alibi

You never know it might just be yo’ time you take yo’ ride

to them pearly white gates, (now) watch that suicide

 

[AZ]

Now government official

Got you sippin Cristal in crystal

You fish you foul so you fell and took your fam witchu

I’m out to get you, guaranteed every shell’ll hit you

Plus I’m on some shit too

Layin down whose-ever witchu

Mafioso, the New York City 90’s era Sosa

AZ, you know my culture

Now my wolves is out to ghost ya

 

[Nas]

Scent of a rose on the graveyard for real now

The stakes is up a half a mil now

I tried to grab him with his shield down

Four walked in, they’re crazy paid up

Sharp but straight up

Gators from Barbados, never seen nobody play those

Lay-Low’s what they called him, his head baldin

Sippin cappucino, spilled on his silk suits, was scaldin

Laugh was vulgar, canvas paintings of the Isatollah

And on his arm he wore a priceless vulture

Tobacco pipe smoker, Escobar your life is over

Justify the righteous nova

Bullets flew out his right shoulder

Corpse leavin a foul odor, The Firm Volume 1 adjourned

Bring it to a closure

 

Chorus

 

[Nas]

So now you’re rollin wit us

like co-defendents, no phony business

So know the difference – from supreme solo

it’s the styles ancient as Moses scriptures

It’s Latin Kings, Black Kufis, and White Jesters

amongst us

Crime invades the minds of youngsters

Where it’s pitch black they can’t see you

Godfather 3, fallin for dead, in a cathedral

 

[AZ]

Now you’re forced to listen

I got the mind of a grad from Princeton

Play your position, or soon you’ll be lost and missin

It’s far from fiction

My presence is like that of a christian

With ammunition puttin states under submission

Street addiction, got me tied in thorough with buroughs

Still in the ghetto, but in the cut where it’s mellow

Incognito, on the lee-low, like Carlito

Cause we know, niggaz don’t really want us to see doe

You never know it might just be yo’ time you take yo’ ride

to them pearly white gates, watch that suicide

 

Chorus

 

[Nas]

Homicide, mo homicide

Mo suicide, mo homicide

 

{*music fades*}

{*untitled 1: 18 length song starts*}

 

Born alone, die alone… {repeat

 

[AZ]

All alone in this wilderness

Who can figure life as ill as this?

My vision’s blurred from guerilla’s mist

Gun sprays, trey’s left a portion of my crew in graves

Niggaz that would screw in ways unknown to these dudes today

Intelligence, kept us all away from state evidence

cause it’s evident, this world is controlled on dead presidents

Never hesitant, I’m soulless, filled with coldness

Born to uphold this til I’m left dead from oldness

 

Born alone, die alone…

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