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Nas Lyrics for Song: Sekou Story
 Lyrics for Album: Street's Disciple [2004]
 
 
 
 38444>[Verse 1: Nas]
 
 Uh, I knew a few pharmacists, fuck frozen
 
 They kept pneumonias on their arms and wrists
 
 The main dude, Sekou, face look hard as shit
 
 Remember like yesterday, they were the kings of ecstacy
 
 Kept sellin' it, he blends in everywhere, has a mixed heritage
 
 Bitches let him hit on the reg', waterbed seats in his car
 
 All red ferari, Florida where we met at a redlight
 
 Homeboy bumpin' my old shit
 
 They wildin' with some freaks from the islands
 
 piled in behind him, limosine, Benz
 
 He shouted, "Nas, roll with us"
 
 I'm bored so I followed him
 
 Nikki Beach, here's where the scene begins
 
 He put me on to Don, nice ass with a set of mean twins
 
 Had a pocket full of cash, Sekou wasn't lettin' me spend
 
 I was there for the weekend, packed and prepared for anything
 
 Then he brings me to his castle in Coconut Grove
 
 War stories about dudes both of us know
 
 Never heard drunken words spoken so slow
 
 A year go by, the nigga was fly
 
 Prada shoes, a lotta jewelry, stayed high
 
 Got a call, he's in N.Y
 
 Needs a couple of G's 'til tomorrow, I dips by
 
 for a season where he's at
 
 Greets me with a smile, told him "Here keep that"
 
 Next week got a call from his wife
 
 Said somebody done took son life
 
 *beat changes*
 
 She said
 
 
 
 [Nas as Scarlett - repeat 2X]
 
 "Who gon' hold me down now? Hold me down now
 
 Tell me that huh -- who gon' hold me down now?
 
 Who gon' hold me down now? Who gon' hold me down?
 
 Tell me that huh -- who gon' hold me down now"
 
 
 
 [Nas as Scarlett]
 
 Forget about them other dudes, they talkin' to me rude
 
 'Cause I always knew the truth, they hated Sekou
 
 H2 full of holes, the drove him off the road
 
 Left him there on this 'cain, clothes stained with his brain
 
 My soul shattered, my man's toe's tagged up
 
 Arrangement's a closed casket
 
 See now a hoe has to, maintain with his fake gang
 
 sheddin' fake tears, I won't have it
 
 Look, this kid's Jamaican -- half Hatian, half Asian
 
 Brag about how the streets needed a changin'
 
 Son, you the only one a bitch could call
 
 You remind me of my dude, help me get them all
 
 
 
 Nas: "Di-sci-ple" *scratched by DJ 3X*
 
 Scarlett: "You remind me of my dude, help me get them all"
 
 Nas: "Di-sci-ple" *scratched by DJ 3X*
 
 Scarlett: "You remind me of my dude, help me get them all"
 
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