Lyrics Store Run - Nas
G's,
yeah,
yeah
QB,
AQ,
Ravenswood,
Woodside,
let's
go
(Hit-Boy)
My
thumb
struck
a
lot
of
lighters,
pulled
a
lot
of
all-nighters
Banned
from
some
after
hours
spots
My
crew
would
choose
violence,
move
in
silence
Who
knew
I'd
grew
to
build
an
empire?
Streets
had
me
against
the
ropes,
would've
thought
I
was
ziplining
TECs
in
the
dresser,
money
off
tech,
pushing
a
Tesla
Rolled
up
a
fresh
one,
it's
one
IPO
to
the
next
one
Rich
from
corporate
or
thuggin',
expensive
mistakes
It's
all
a
racket,
it's
the
same
thing,
just
the
risk
that
you
take
Moving
too
fast,
blues
on
your
-
The
boys
came
through
with
the
task
Peep
through
the
blinds,
you
knew
it
was
curtains
Breadwinner
take
a
L,
leave
the
whole
family
hurting
Seen
it
a
million
times,
system
washed
him
out
with
the
verdict
So
I'm
clean
as
a
whistle,
drinking
premium
liquor
In-between
two
Argentinian
sisters
They
counting
up
for
me
until
their
fingers
get
blisters
What
I
blew
that
on?
I
cannot
seem
to
remember
It's
not
even
bragging
(I
like
that)
It's
okay,
it's
gon'
be
okay
Flyest
n-
in
this
rap
sh-
Yo,
as
I'm
looking
at
the
New
York
skyline
Reminiscing
on
nighttime,
shootouts
with
my
guys
Pouring
this
white
wine
You
could
Richard
Millie
your
left
wrist
Keep
in
perspective,
we
on
God's
time
(the
world
is
yours)
What
happens
when
dealers
reduce
to
addicts?
What
happens
when
kings
don't
see
their
potential
status?
What's
your
exit
plan?
Face
to
face
with
my
omens,
I
never
ran
Stood
on
stages
most
never
can,
pyrotechnics
and
leather
pants
Shifting
the
culture
Mention
me
with
Mick
Jagger
and
Bono
like
you're
'posed
to
I'm
standing
next
to
rookies,
somehow
they
looking
older
The
altitude
of
matter
so
cold,
it'll
make
your
nose
run
How
you
expect
to
get
love
if
you
don't
show
none?
I
should
send
you
little
n-
on
a
store
run
How
we're
moving
is
no
cut
I'm
from
the
era
of
razor
blades
and
- dust
People
living
with
no
trust,
champagne
in
the
soap
suds
So
I'm
clean
as
a
whistle,
drinking
premium
liquor
In-between
two
Argentinian
sisters
They
counting
up
for
me
until
their
fingers
get
blisters
What
I
blew
that
on?
I
cannot
seem
to
remember
The
world
is
yours
Scarface,
Tony
Montana
It's
yours,
yours,
yours
R.I.P.
Ecstasy
from
Whodini
DMX,
Prince
Markie
Dee,
Shock
G
Real
rap
gods,
do
you
know
the
meaning?
All
the
rap
brothers
we
lost
this
year,
and
last
year
Ayo,
check
it
out
Run
to
the
store
for
me,
man
Get
me
veggie
chips,
blunts
and
a
bottle
You
got
this
shit
all
twisted,
man
It's
about
rank,
you
ain't
there
yet
Think
you
gon'
send
me
to
the
store?
I
own
the
store,
man
I'm
just
testing
you
I
got
the
hood
playing
golf,
wild
boss
style
Crucifixes
over
the
Chrome
Hearts,
you
get
crossed
out
People
battered
down,
Asian
hate
getting
passed
around
Tiger
happy,
both
his
parents'
lives
matter
now
Marble
floors
is
my
common
law,
we
company
builders
I
inspired
those
who
inspired
you
to
run
up
millions
Not
perfect,
persistent,
keep
it
more
pure
than
the
purest
I
do
this
for
the
'jects
and
them
good-hearted
jurors
1 The Pressure
2 Death Row East
3 40 Side
4 EPMD 2 (feat. Eminem & EPMD)
5 Rare
6 YKTV (feat. A Boogie wit da Hoodie & YG)
7 Store Run
8 Moments
9 Nobody (feat. Ms. Lauryn Hill)
10 No Phony Love (feat. Charlie Wilson)
11 Brunch on Sundays (feat. Blxst)
12 Count Me In
13 Composure (feat. Hit-Boy)
14 My Bible
15 Nas is Good
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