Black Folks - Nas

I ain’t seen as much death, nor seen as much crime

Since the blackout in Queensbridge in '79

Everybody’s a killer now;

pimps, playas, and dons

Shorties on the block push drops and carry on

Niggas look through our window wherever we drove

Through the tint, to see if the Benz is matching the clothes

We the Queens kings, I used to view the cats that are old

Seeing things that made me real from my skin to my soul

Girls who turned hoes, friends who turned foes

Bad luck niggas who bring death wherever they go

Never sleep, it feels better to know

It’s all real though

Everything is real

Where we Headed now?

Up to more money, would be more fun

Leave with mo' bitches, carry more guns

Where we headed now?

Where we going, yo?

It’s getting real, son;

we gon' let it flow

Where we Mo' bitches, it be more dough

It be more fun, holding more…

How the hell are we supposed to excel from the street

Where the Jake’s crew face young kids who wanna eat?

Quantum Leap to this Black world, hustlers and ghettos

Self-made millionaires who tussle with the devil

Bust a lil metal lead, wrestle you, to the pebbles

On the hard ground, that’s if your guard down

It’s a struggle, brothers jump bail

To come chill with they niggas on the block, with them rocks for sale

On the horn with the god Shapelle, my Queens comrade

Yo, run and come in with the dime bag

Ayo, I need dat, I got to smoke dat

Send me some Chunky Black, so I could smoke away the pain

Try to find my brain, but the thought still remain

Yo, it’s on again once the death stunts these chains

'Cause I been through it;

the drug game, I thought I knew it

I got knocked, took it to trial, but I blew it

25, but only lived 20 years of my life

Took 5 from me;

got me wrapped up like a mummy

Now I’m in the system a.k.a. the devil’s home

Where they tell you where to eat, sleep, shit, and use the phone

Now I’m living with, drug dealers, and chain stealers

Bitch niggas who got knocked and turned squealers

Imagine, sharing a cell with a rehabilitated addict

Who love fucking with faggots, but I civilized the savage

I sat him down and made him study mathematics

Now I’m sitting in the cell thinking…

About this reefer I’ma get this weekend

On the V.I., I rather be… uh, damn, damn