pictures, and past times Is what?s left of my life? (Broken Promises) Would you believe a word I said? If I told you this is the best of me. So close your eyes and
represent Hit the bar and played the star everywhere I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home On my block
Disappear. [Chorus:] I Reminisce On Tha Fast Times Can't Explain, Just What Attracts Me To This Dirty Game I Reminisce On Tha Past Crimes Gold Chains, Some Extra Change, And
me home (coming forth to carry me home) Swing low sweet chariot (sweet chorit) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) I looked
I didn't know last year Who the f-ck are y'all I swear it feels like the last few nights we've been everywhere and back But I just can't remember it all
Drive slow or the cops will get ya' And sit back while I paint this picture For the city It's been my home for about two decades Folks rock T and C to
: [Intro: Nas] I want you to close your eyes And vision the most beautiful place in the world If you in the hood on the ghetto street corner Come on
really know though Cuz they walking past me Giving me the eye When they past me they be asking When you new shit coming out At tha picture house They be huddled up and
this house of pain stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and for the past three
seen 100 times Cause baby you weren't the first or the last or the worst And I've got to fill the blanks in the past with a verse And we could sit
stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin' and for the past three months yo I can still
Everything in time Have it all But do you recall Back when our minds were so free? We could get close To our visions and hopes I lived for times just like these And
'em in my scope, that's close enough Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up and smile And hit 'em with the millimeter and I show a bitch kill a nigga See me
now so she stands far but close enough for her pictures to have me in the background I'm kinda used to it now they say it's all part and parcel and if
really know though 'Cuz they walking past me, giving me the eye When they past me they be asking When you new shit coming out At the picture house They be huddled up and
weed, jewels and Bentleys I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food and Dentyne See what I mean livin' with the scum of the earth Hit with plenty of time