paroles de chanson Based On True Events, Pt. 2 - Nas
Yeah,
huh
Uh-huh,
yeah
Yeah
Uh-huh,
one-two
Yeah
Strange
out
here
Yeah,
yeah
(Chapter
one)
Fresh
cut,
lined
up,
his
hair
clean,
it's
not
a
fair
game
Can't
trust
how
they
move,
and
his
solitaire
chain
His
bust
down
Cuban
with
the
new
'Rari
truck
Cuts
down
the
music,
he
got
a
call
that
was
confusin'
Heard
this
kid
said
In
front
of
that
dude
somethin'
that
never
happened
Somethin'
being
perceived
like
it's
beef,
but
it's
street
gossip
It's
nothin',
ain't
bout
no
cash
and
hung
up
the
phone
He
can
tell
by
the
sound
of
his
tone
Next
time
he
see
him,
it
might
have
to
be
on
Four
Seasons
with
the
heaters
He
pull
in
the
valet,
he
playin'
Jackson
5 Maria
Pouring
good
burgundy,
drinking
wine
by
the
liter
Million
dollar
ideas,
son
a
thinker
But
he
surrounded
by
negative
peers
Minds
of
seventh
graders
Several
haters,
several
losses
Had
to
get
his
weight
up
"Happy
belated
gorgeous",
he
sent
a
text
to
his
ex
Her
tattooed
chest
where
her
necklace
rest,
she
covered
his
name
Thinkin'
to
himself
no
other
girl
could
love
him
the
same
She
replied,
"we
still
celebrating,
come
out
to
Spain"
He
jumped
right
on
the
plane
He
had
bright
orange
leather
luggage
When
he
arrived
at
the
world's
oldest
restaurant
since
1725
Madrid
was
live
Looking
in
this
woman's
eyes
Looking
where
his
name
used
to
be
now
covered
with
butterflies
Had
a
few
Spanish
connects
from
touching
pies
Just
to
summarize,
he
knew
a
couple
guys
who
had
a
couple
ties
To
make
a
shipment
touch
down
safe
Secured
the
situation,
told
shorty,
"I'm
out,
bae"
End
of
Chapter
one
Chapter
two
Nigga
plottin'
on
the
plane,
crunchin'
the
numbers
Thinkin'
how
this
move
gonna
help
him
fuck
up
the
summer
Told
his
dog
who
to
meet
and
what
he
pickin'
up
from
him
Dog
said,
"We
solid,
I
got
you,
nigga,
we
bubblin'"
Since
Jamella
out
in
Queens
used
to
have
him
livin'
lovely
She
sat
down
and
didn't
sing
She
got
out,
he
had
her
comfy
Thinkin'
bout
coppin'
that
fly
estate
with
five
acres
Three
hours
from
JFK,
watch
the
Knicks
vs.
the
Lakers
When
the
game
was
over,
he
dozed
off
When
he
landed,
his
man
wouldn't
answer
his
phone
calls
Did
he
take
it
or
is
he
locked
behind
a
stone
wall?
Did
the
Feds
wait
in
undercover
patrol
cars?
Tried
to
tell
himself
not
to
panic,
don't
go
so
far
But
what's
the
law
of
averages
when
you
done
broke
laws?
He
had
to
do
the
math
on
this,
he
can't
take
no
loss
Keepin'
his
poise,
at
the
end
of
the
day
He
know
that
he
can
trust
in
his
boys
Chapter
three
Baggage
claim,
hurry
the
fuck
up
Askin'
TSA,
"Is
that
conveyor
belt
stuck
or
what?
What's
the
delay?"
Satan's
work,
hopin'
the
devil
don't
fuck
up
his
day
He
had
to
factor
in
the
facts
when
it
came
to
the
play
He
remembered
his
face
last
time
he
was
loadin'
the
safe
Heard
him
say,
"You
ain't
the
only
rich
nigga
who
in
this
place"
Fuck
tryna
relax,
he
had
to
pull
up
everywhere
that
this
nigga
be
at
Said,
"It
ain't
like
my
nigga,
know
he
ain't
dip
with
the
stash"
Hold
on,
I'm
almost
at
the
climax
Shots
ring
out,
sounding
like
some
loud
hi-hats
His
dog
got
popped
at
the
place
of
the
transaction
Dudes
from
Spain
set
him
up,
straight
flattened
On
Flatbush
Avenue,
into
a
restaurant
in
the
back
room
They
took
the
money
and
drugs
and
shot
him
in
his
half
moon
Doing
my
homework
on
IG,
under
his
last
picture
says,
"R.I.P."
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