Niggas is up in here hittin' some of this chronic,
Yeah, and this chocolate over here,
Nigga, hit some of this shit, nigga
I'm tired of these niggas,
And niggas is stealin' your whole
Niggas wanna take everything from a nigga,
Yeah, yeah, yo, Nas, it's like this, man
Niggas can't do it like I do it though, you
Just like niggas can't do what you do
You know, all these niggas
Niggas need to kill that shit and make some money,
What is it, what is it, God?
Let's get together (right, that's
And get paid and just, let that be it
All these niggas talkin' all this bullshit
Better sit back and watch what happen
The Golden Child shot that ass
Let the streets be the court,
and corners hold the trial
I rock the cable '86 shit
Foreign cars, young with crazy bitches
Solicitin' ill editions of
A provocative plan can bring
As the pyramids that stand
In the heat of the moment, like Farrakhan said,
Bulletproof glass, S- classes
Chrome kitted up, calicones lit it up
I didn't get touched, checkin' my nuts,
I stood up and lit a Dutch
Clutchin' gats, quick to bust
But knowing how these niggas tattle
I sneak move, get the drop,
one shot without the gun battle
So when you run, the lead travel
I come through, it's taboo
Jack Daniels through the cracked window
red dot his face like a Hindu
tied his hands to make examples
Substantial amounts you owe to the fam,
Firm affiliation, paper chasin'
Chips glossy, rich Pablo Escaban
Blazin' hollows like Saddles
Rap apostle, nacho cheese, I'm Castro
Com pared to these niggas
But impostors to Hoffa, Nas
Countin' bills to send to all
From New York to LA, QB to CPT for GP
The clout, murder material,
My name's passed out like it's
From childbirth to hearses,
flow like the Nile cover surface
I bit the fruit from the Serpent
Apocalyptic, get bent, stay splifted
Control the rap game, you got it twisted
Dr. Dre way, the 'Bridge say,
Sip Cris', push the 6 with the biscuit
Jeep full of chickens, pull up beside,
wavy hair, teeth chipped in
My shit bump, in the courtroom drunk
Links truck, rocky bracelet
Cognac kernel, never chase it
Rap pro, diamond Role, hustlin' low
Pro- file white gold style,
rakin' bloody dough by the pile
Shot down, still alive, he strugglin' for the phone,
these three words are sung
It's Nasty Nas, and Dr. Dre, huh
That's how we makin' it happen
Ayo Nas let's get this money,
Sit back and watch all these motherfuckin'
Riffin' and beefin' about this bullshit
Yo, ha, while they doin' all that
We just gon' kick back with these honeys,
Ha, and party to the year 2G