NAS - Deja Vu lyrics

rate me

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold

I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe

When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast

To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets

Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun

Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son

Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly

I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never haunts me

While, funny style niggaz roll in the pile

Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle

Holdin weed inside they pussy with they minds on the

Pretty things in life, props is a true thug's wife

It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in

Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again

From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable

Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Heres A Toast to my Foes, Trees, & Women

Deja Vu

It's Like A Whole New Beginning...

Too much thugs and alcohol, what a mixture

Just picture... ya life as a whole judged in court with convictions

They telling u your state of mind, like you worthless

So he curses, his moms saying Bible Verses

That's all she works with

But miracles, neva leave the churches

Instead, it hits the pockets of the Preacher just to purchase...

A house, with a swimming pool

Labels me a sinning fool

I'm just a nigga who inherited a winning jewel

To be a trendsetter, wheneva sub-ject to respect...

This and all respect through is the essential

The streets life, hustlin the struggle broke ghettos

Ballin coats settles, slowin inside a glass kettle

There's a Lee-V on my T.V,

Lifestyles of living easy

Got my crew tense, plottin to gips... to get whips... with V.V.'s

Pushing cakes... new and erect is what ten plates

Celebrating and Elevation in the seeds that we make...

So How You Like That?

Heres A Toast to my Foes, Trees, & Women

Deja Vu

It's Like A Whole New Beginning...

Escobar life... gems of raw Tims

Gators for pretty boy haters

In Vegas with chicks trickin fortunes

I'm glistening... Hells of cops whistling

Still I'm drifting in...

In a high, blunts is like insulin

95' I drive high zoning

Stash box zoning my trunk, I flash not... teeth golden

Look at me now Ma

Blowin but how far?

Cars, Cash, and Bitches got me out more

And things you never dreamed I can vouch for

Snake niggas, slither on the A of lights

I ain't a Christian, but I find that we pray alike

Neva no one to ask for the time to a saint

A mask and 9, I think... will make my problems sink

Down on Canal, similar to how we drink

Distinct diamonds flooded sfinx shines on my links...

Drug money, snortin bitches, in the end of times

Got my 9, till I flatline... Nigga Give Me Mine!

Deja Vu

Thanks to sfinx shines on my links for correcting these lyrics