Текст (слова) песни: Nas - Street Fighter soundtrack

Verse One:

In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm
Embrace the world of reality we`re faced to learn
Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where thugs rest
I keep my mug blessed, the evil is illegal substance sold
Roll mob deep, guns in the black Jeep
Mac-11`s and legends, cracks in the streets
Patroller, gold money-folder, gun happy soldiers
Never sober takin over, my blood is colder
Niggaz respect violence so I become it
I`m from it, I even done it blunted so run it

Yeah son, you know what this is
Take it off [come on dunn, don`t even come at me like that]
[dunn, come on dunn]

Chorus:

Imagine this, no guns no knife
It`s a one on one so now we gots to fight, son
Imagine this, no gun no knife
It`s a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine that, no gun no knife
It`s a one on one now we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this, no gun no knife
It`s a one on one, son

Verse Two:

Yo I`m a cream fiend, with a mean dream
Brain full of schemes, my crew`s rollin fresh out the greens
Give you what you never seen, the ips on the Mac-10
It`s 2:10 in the A.M. in the streets of Queens
Try hard and die hard
Chances of survivin the game is like tryin to feed Allah lard
A walk a piece with a deadly shadow
They want to blow me with the double barrel, found no sorrow
I brawl with Blanka, caught Bison in a thinker
Don`t make hell your new home, with the blue chrome
Mistakes want me, sauve fellow but raunchy
The soul of a cold body haunts me, I flee the country
But only to shed tears for years
Too wild for my own self, hopin help is near
Street Fightin was cool but in school I brought a new tool
Toolin with the devil, a rebel, a fool

Chorus:

Imagine this no guns no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one where we got to fight, yeah
Imagine this no gun no knife
Just a one on one, a one on one

Yeah, take it to the bridge -- Queensbridge

Yo whassup money? [Yo yo do you remember this face?]
[Yeah yeah yeah, run these, run these]
*sounds of brawl* [Break you down! Get broke!]
[No hands, run that, run that, run that, no hands]

Verse Three:

I hear Jake walkie-talkies in my sleep
Marked money I keep, play the bitches all week
I visualize Coups, alligators in suits
Elevators in my mansion that rises to the roof
Sippin eighty proof, watchin Juice, but hold up
I see some brothers tryin to roll up, wishin I could fold up
It`s hard to see their faces in they hoodies, I better boogie
Too late, I tried to swing when they jigged me, I`m out...

Yeah yeah kid, don`t front, 360 degrees, knowhatI`msayin?
That`s how it comes back at you. Queensbridge, that`s how we live.
South side, all that. New York, light it up, light it up.
Yo yo you saw how I snuffed that kid? [Yeah I saw that, I saw that]
You know how we steppin. That`s how we do out here in the street fight!

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