Street Fighter Soundtrack(1995) Writer-Nas Producer-Chris Larger Co-Produced by Mr. Freaknasty Verse One: In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep Mac-11's and legends, cracks in the streets Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers Never sober takin over, my blood is colder Niggaz respect violence so I become it I'm from it, I even done it blunted so run it Yeah son, you know what this is Take it off [come on dunn, don't even come at me like that] [dunn, come on dunn] Chorus: Imagine this, no guns no knife It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son Imagine this, no gun no knife It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah Imagine that, no gun no knife It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah Imagine this, no gun no knife It's a one on one, son Verse Two: Yo I'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin fresh out the greens Give you what you never seen, the insom(nia) with Mac-10 It's 2:10 in the AM in the streets of Queens Try hard and die hard Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed Allah lord A walk a piece with a deadly shadow They want to blow me with the double barrel, foul no sorrow I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome Mistakes want me, sauve ...
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Thursday, 27 December 2012
Nas-One On One [ HD ]
Nas-One On One [ HD ] Tube. Duration : 3.33 Mins.
Street Fighter Soundtrack(1995) Writer-Nas Producer-Chris Larger Co-Produced by Mr. Freaknasty Verse One: In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep Mac-11's and legends, cracks in the streets Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers Never sober takin over, my blood is colder Niggaz respect violence so I become it I'm from it, I even done it blunted so run it Yeah son, you know what this is Take it off [come on dunn, don't even come at me like that] [dunn, come on dunn] Chorus: Imagine this, no guns no knife It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son Imagine this, no gun no knife It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah Imagine that, no gun no knife It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah Imagine this, no gun no knife It's a one on one, son Verse Two: Yo I'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin fresh out the greens Give you what you never seen, the insom(nia) with Mac-10 It's 2:10 in the AM in the streets of Queens Try hard and die hard Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed Allah lord A walk a piece with a deadly shadow They want to blow me with the double barrel, foul no sorrow I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome Mistakes want me, sauve ...
Street Fighter Soundtrack(1995) Writer-Nas Producer-Chris Larger Co-Produced by Mr. Freaknasty Verse One: In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep Mac-11's and legends, cracks in the streets Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers Never sober takin over, my blood is colder Niggaz respect violence so I become it I'm from it, I even done it blunted so run it Yeah son, you know what this is Take it off [come on dunn, don't even come at me like that] [dunn, come on dunn] Chorus: Imagine this, no guns no knife It's a one on one so now we gots to fight, son Imagine this, no gun no knife It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah Imagine that, no gun no knife It's a one on one now we got to fight, yeah Imagine this, no gun no knife It's a one on one, son Verse Two: Yo I'm a cream fiend, with a mean dream Brain full of schemes, my crew's rollin fresh out the greens Give you what you never seen, the insom(nia) with Mac-10 It's 2:10 in the AM in the streets of Queens Try hard and die hard Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed Allah lord A walk a piece with a deadly shadow They want to blow me with the double barrel, foul no sorrow I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker Don't make hell your new home, with the blue chrome Mistakes want me, sauve ...
