Deja Vu

歌詞

[Verse 1] 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 Gettin props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, and do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, I presume the unpredictable Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual [Chorus:] Heres A Toast to my Foes, Trees, & Women Déjà Vu It's Like A Whole New Beginning... [x4] [Verse 2: Nas] Too much thugs and alcohol, what a mixture Just picture ya life as a whole judged in court with convictions They telling you 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 Celebrate and Elevation in the seeds that we make So How You Like That? [Chorus:] Heres A Toast to my Foes, Trees, & Women Déjà Vu It's Like A Whole New Beginning... [x4] [Verse 3: Nas] 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 a high, blunts is like insulin 95i I drive high zoning Stash box zoning my trunk, I flash not teeth golden Look at me now Ma, blowin but for 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, thank shines on my links Drug money, snortin bitches, in-a, in the times Got my 9, till I flatline, nigga give me mine! Déjà Vu [repeat til fade]