NAS - A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People lyrics

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    "A Message To The Feds, Sincerely, We The People"
    [Verse 1: Nas]
    I walk the block like whatever god, my message to y'all feds
    Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads
    Abrochrombie & Finch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman
    Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed
    The project logic is still salute the dead, glocks spit
    Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Viewmount
    Otisville, Newasberg, Fort Dicks, Fort Worth, Oakdale
    Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk
    War hurts much to gain 'til the day we all say
    May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away
    At our enemies, may they die easily
    Long as they perish forever's what freedom means to me
    Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things
    Thrown away, zonin' grey, GT, Diesel jeans
    Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts
    On some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushed
    And they're aware of us though
    And we don't give a flyin' 7-47 fuck though
    Stayin' on my hus-tle
    [beat change]
    
    [Verse 2: Nas]
    A message to those who trapped us up, from federal guys who backed them up
    We never will die, we black and tough, lead in your eye, we strapped to bust
    Half of us been locked up inside the beast, look at the time we see
    Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens, even the Congo needs dreams
    Our bullets and triggers our enemies pullin' on innocent women and children
    It wasn't no ghetto killers who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings
    But I'm not gon' cry, and I'm not gon' stand just watch you die
    I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand -- come on let's ride
    A message to those who killed the king, who murdered the Christ
    The same regime, what God has built you never can break
    What God has loved you never can hate, man makes rules and laws
    You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting
    You devils will run back into the caves you came from
    Whenever that day comes, forty-acres, plantations, see every race won
    Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations
    
    
    [Thanks to amh617@verizon.ent, diamond1751@yahoo.com for correcting these lyrics]

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