Too Late chords by Nas, The Alchemist

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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I the
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blood of Christ from a gold cup
I love this like my soldiers,
smoke you know
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Deadman and Graves roll over,
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I'm part Apache, Slave Master African,
who asked me?
Fans tear my clothes,
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bitches try to trap me,
30 ,000 seats rise to they feet
to hear me flow
Got two mansions on the East Coast,
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models deep throat,
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I heard about them kidnapped dudes,
had dinner with some
Shake hands with killers
just to see who really was one
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Studious moves,
how we look fake,
but that's the trick to it,
now we turn you to bait
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The streets said I stick to it,
rappers hate me,
bitches sayin' how did he start?
They go to psychics,
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askin' them for my astrology chart
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I'm the righteous thug,
fight for Mamiya
Racist white jugs,
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made Diallo's murderous freak
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See they don't like us,
and what about conspiracies
to kill black boys?
But y 'all ain't hearin' me?
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Worship the planets like asteroids
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Look around and everything you see
was once an idea
From somebody's thoughts
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who turned into reality, clear
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Look at  the tallest skyscrapers,
interested in the fear
Somebody build it up, and build it up,
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and put it right there
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And yo, rich niggas burnin' road up
with testarossas
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Po' niggas plan to come up,
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they cop the toasters
Dead niggas lay in they grave,
they roll over
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But then it's too late, it's too late
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Rich niggas burn the road up
with testosterone
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Po' niggas plan to come up,
they cop the toasters
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Dead niggas lay in they grave,
they roll over
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But then it's too late, it's too late
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Ayo,  ayo, ayo