*Yee-hah's and whips cracking in background*
-Hey Nas, hey hey boy, you see what they done did to Jimmy and Lee.
Nas:Mmmhmm. Damn, man.
-I can't take it man.
Nas:Sho' can't.
-You think this is gonna eva' change?
Nas:Man, damn this place, man! Damn these chains! These damn
chitlins every damn night.
-This cotton.
Nas:Shit!
-I can't take it man.
Nas:Harriett done left the night befo'. It's time we go.
Aint no place for black folk here. Man, promise land callin'
me man.
-It's callin' me too.
Nas:It's time we go.
-Yeah, I'm wichou!
Nas:Hey man, hey damn these chains, man. Damn you master, you
ain't my master, man!
*Sounds of punching and bumping*
Nas:You aint nothin', you aint nothin.
-Hey Bandit, Bandit, get the dogs! Get the hounds, we gonna
have ourselves a hangin' tonight!
Nas:Nineteen-ninety-six!
Back up in this nigga.
The right way, though, you know?
-Double-tre son, you know aint nothin'
coincedental or accidental, son.
Nas:No doubt!
-You know how it's goin' down, man.
Nas:It was all written.
-No question, I'm sayin' man, I mean, how we playin' man,
you know what I'm sayin', they dealt us in, son.
They playin' with a fifty-four deck, you see with the
Jokers in and everything, you know what I'm saying?
Nas:Son, I'm playin' with the fifty-two.
-You wanna stress on how I used to play, that's how I play.
