Letra de Dedicated - Nas

Back by popular demand, it's Magic

Ded—, ded—, dedicated (Yeah)

When Carlito was dying

He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby

Like, "Fuck it, it's my time", but if God save me

Maybe I'll erase any vice that could potentially bring harm to me

Before I make a move, I think about it karmically

Everything come back like a boomerang

I'm black as Paul Mooney slang

And all I pray for is health and a sustainable business

And a faithful missus

I see a lot of people try to be who they ain't

We don't want money that fit in the bag, we want the bank

Just to spread it around like icing on the cake

White tiger out the cage, Mike Tyson in '88

Dedicated like jack boys on Melrose

Smash and grab, yo, this world became a hellhole

Stay cool is what I tell those (Word) youngins

So they don't end up in jail clothes, come on

I dedicated my life, my life

Dedicated my life, my life (Dedicated)

I dedicated my— (My)

Uh, uh (You know what that is? It's the inspiration)

Dedicated my— (Uh)

Whole damn life

If I wanted to now, I could live an old man life

Confronted with how the hood can use more funding

More budgets for more teachers, financial literacy, more speeches

Chefs come cook for me

Look what it took for me, the streets had its hooks in me

Yeah, people ask me what books to read

Destruction of Black civilization, that's history

Journal of Chris Columbus, that is what interests me

Juneteenth holiday finally came and it pisses me

Off for the fact that we came in chains, you'll be physically in pain

Dedicated like Ricky Walters, Dougie and Dana Dane

I dedicated my life, my life

I dedicated my life, my life (Dedicated)

I dedicated my—, ah

Dedicated my (Dedicated)

I dedicated my life, my life

I dedicated my life, my life

I dedicated my—

Test, test, yeah, you know?

To get to this point

I might have to write a script, a manuscript

Yo, yo

Ghetto manners, is you thuggin' me or asking?

Finessin' me or pressin' me? Well none of that is happenin'

Accessory to murder, not necessarily Manson

I'm just a G in constructs, a Pelle Pel' or a Vanson

Ratty clothes, we haven't spoke in years, pat his coat

Check his waistline, he spyin' on who has the most

Best to leave me alone, I get in my zone

Laughin' with African presidents while over the phone

Shit be feeling like the last days, cash made

Mirrors on the ceiling with a bad babe

Same age but niggas be having mad grays

Million Man March for real niggas, never last place

Blazin' gats like young Haitian Jack

Me and money go together like the 80s and crack

Shorty aura like Kimora rockin' Baby Phat

I'm droppin bars nigga like I'm on stage with Smack

To my niggas who have staples from the navel up

Healed up, had to chill a while, lay in the cut

Shorty tried to WAP me down in the Mercedes truck

Pulled up, cobblestone ground in my palatial hut

Paradis for niggas still doing deals in the street

Original Backwoods, I fill 'em with green

Am I a musician or am I a magician?

No tricks, just real shit straight out the kitchen

Pure magic

No tricks, no tricks

No tricks

No tricks, pure magic (Magic, magic, magic, magic, magic)

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