The strings set the tone as Nas rushes in and spits: "Fake thug, no adore/You get the slug CB4 Gusto/Your luck reduced, I didn’t know ’til I was drunk however/You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out." His strains on this track are as vivid as a rapper ever spit. Nothing is fucked up here,
Dude. DUDE
Green. Some brown, or, uh, rust,
coloration.