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[Intro] Check it out... I call it Yeah Yeah Yeah-Yea Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this Shit for niggas with daughters, I call this Shit for niggas with daughters [Verse 1] I saw my daughter send a letter to some boy her age Who locked up, first I regretted it then caught my rage, like How could I not protect her from this awful phase Never tried to hide who I was, she was taught and raised like A princess, but while I'm on stage I can't leave her defenseless Plus she's seen me switching women, pops was on some pimp shit She heard stories of her daddy thuggin' So if her husband is a gangster can't be mad, I'll love him Never, for her I want better, homie in jail - dead that Wait till he come home, you can see where his head's at Niggas got game, they be tryna live He seen your mama crib, plus I'm sure he know who your father is Although you real,...

[Intro: Super Cat] Super Cat New York girls Dem A mad ova wi (4x) Nas the Don (8x) In a new york city (4x) [Verse 1] Yea.. yea Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle Hope I don’t catch a homo (homicide) Grossing our net Simultaneously making me climb higher, heinous crimes behind me Search but can’t find me Fuck sadness Had this been you havin’ this lavish Habitual happiness at me you wouldn’t look backwards You would have sex on condominium roof decks So anyone move next I’ll hit you with two techs Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy My Columbiana mommy ridin beside me Every tat mean something, that’s my word on my body I’ll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty My niggas is ignant, put lead in yo pigment Just cuz y’all was mad at all the years I was getting it In 97 the six 98 the Bentley Now it’s the Ghost Phantom And ya’ll can’t stand ‘em but… [Hook] Nas the Don (8x) In a new yo...

[Hook] Ghetto dreams Ghetto ghetto dreams Ghetto niggas’ dreams Ghetto ghetto dreams Ghetto niggas’ dreams Ghetto dreams Ghetto niggas’ dreams From the hood [Verse 1: Common] I want a bitch that look good and cook good Cinderella fancy, but she still look hood Butt naked in the kitchen flipping pancakes Plus she tricking from the dough that her man makes We got our own handshake Her titties ain’t fake F-cking in the car cause we just can’t wait to get home Early in the morn’ getting stoned Pretty with her eyes low, runny by Bible The type of bitch that BIG said he would die for Is the type that I would rather stay alive for Tatts on her back, looking all tribal She know shoes like she know survival Well put together, she weathers the storm Seen her brother die so forever she’s strong Hear Beyonce’s song and she gotta perform Whether f-cking or fighting: we getting it on! [Hook] [Verse 2: Common] I don’t even say shit, she can feel it I toss the realest, sold nails acrylic Ass is a ...