Westwood Show Freestyle

[4anybody...]

[first part is a verse from "memory lane"]


It goes on 'till the break of dawn
Listen to the words, knowledge--word is bond
It goes on 'till the break of dawn
Listen to the words and the knowledge

I keep a Gem Star razor under my tongue right near my gums when I'm not strapped
Blow u just before u cock ur glock back
Touch ur temple, leave u leaking while I'm speaking
The shit that I be freaking gives me papers while I'm speaking, Chief
Walk around mega hard like "whatever, god"
U couldn't count how many niggas my baretta scarred
I like the marijuana smoker chicks
most of them I smoke 'em with couldn't take it--my gangha left emotionless
I'll leave ur brain stuck giving hoes a plain fuck
They call me nasty but I'm not with the strange stuff
When I'm drunk I stagger and writing lyrics with a dagger
Next day I'll be catching wreck, badder than a tech woulda had 'em
Left struck, now who's next up? I murder
Send me to San Quentin then I'm lynching niggas, word up
Or Sing Sing ???? I'll hang, still its the same thing
No matter the cell block, Nas will be named king
Slaughter, drinking with ?hemrock?, forget water
Peace to my niggas w/ this shit in ur tape recorder
It goes on word is bond, word is bond
letting knowlege be born--with westwood
Yeah, pardon the curses but just in the verses
When i was a kid i used to blow up the churches
but now, I got older, snatching purses
walking around, i'm a nervous wreck
what the heck? don't disrespect.
Cuz if u do, u might get hit with the tech
Off the top of my head, yes, i'm a blunt head
The F-I, F-B-I wants me dead
But chill, I might stutter but I'm still crazy butter
Do whatever u want, I'm from the gutter
Queensbridge, where I live, New York City
Where it's coming live and the girls look pretty
Like my man Malachai said
It goes on, word is bond, to the end my friend
I wanna drive me a Benz, I swear
And my mutherfuckin real name is Nasir, yeah
It goes on, like that it don't stop
I keep it real, rockin that New York hip hop
Straight outta Queens, by all means
I chill with ses fiends in Guess jeans
And yes, yes, it's on.

[Lyrically_N_Gaged]

Props.

Can you send me the full version of this? Mine stops before thsi part

Yeah, pardon the curses but just in the verses
When i was a kid i used to blow up the churches
but now, I got older, snatching purses
walking around, i'm a nervous wreck
what the heck? don't disrespect.
Cuz if u do, u might get hit with the tech
Off the top of my head, yes, i'm a blunt head
The F-I, F-B-I wants me dead
But chill, I might stutter but I'm still crazy butter
Do whatever u want, I'm from the gutter
Queensbridge, where I live, New York City
Where it's coming live and the girls look pretty
Like my man Malachai said
It goes on, word is bond, to the end my friend
I wanna drive me a Benz, I swear
And my mutherfuckin real name is Nasir, yeah
It goes on, like that it don't stop
I keep it real, rockin that New York hip hop
Straight outta Queens, by all means
I chill with ses fiends in Guess jeans
And yes, yes, it's on.

[4anybody...]

just pm'd u the link