Sekou Story Lyrics - Street's Disciple - 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 

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"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" 

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 

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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"