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Peace,
Mal

Freedom of jail, clips inserted
A baby is being born the same time my man is murdered
The beginning and end
As far as rap go, it’s only natural, I explain my plateau
And also what defines my name
First it was nasty, but times have changed
Ask me now, I’m the artist, but hardcore, my sign’s for pain
I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame
Saw fiends shoot up and do lines of cocaine
Saw my close friends shot, flat-linin’ my same
Got the pen, carry mac-10’s to practice my aim
On rooftops, tape CD covers to trees
Line the barrel up with your weed, pinch it and squeeze
Street scriptures for lost souls in the crossroads
To the corners thugs hustlin’ for cars that cost dough
To the big dogs livin’ large, takin’ it light
Pushin’ big toys, gettin’ nice, enjoyin’ your life
It’s what you make it, suicide, few try to take it
Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked
Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt
And of course N-A-S are the letters that spell...