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Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran, me tellin' you Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran I man say excuse me for a moment for aduction Fus one fi mi Muma but mi Pupa last son Like some fruits in due season a so Jr. Gong come And mi deh 'round dis ya music from mi small and mi young Mi use to play family man bass, knock Carly's drum And any question you can ask I man can answer mi son Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran, me tellin' you Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran Well Jr. Gong is coming up and doing well excellent Treat the people right you stand out predominant Loving don't cost not a farthing neither a cent But should you spend the money that a money well spent Anyway, bigging up jah jah, blowing breath like a vent Listen to the girls dem with angelic talent Chant Nyahbinghi, burning up the serpent Please we teach the youths them loving not violence And from you naw say loving we beg you keep silent I say loving loving not violence And from you naw say loving me beg you keep, Lord I said, look who is driving Ms. Daisy The whole world is getting so hazy The people they are getting so crazy The wonders they don't seem to amaze me It's been a long time the world's been waiting for this And them love Raggamuffin thru him style and tactics Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran, me tellin' you Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran I man say excuse me for a moment for aduction Fus one fi mi Muma but mi Pupa last son Like some fruits in due season a so Jr. Gong come And mi deh 'round dis ya music from mi small and mi young Mi use to play family man bass, knock Carly's drum And any question you can ask I man can answer mi son Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran, me tellin' you Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran It's been a long time the world's been waiting for this Well Jr. Gong him come again, him have some brand new... It's been a long time the world is waiting for this I man greet you with a smile or I man greet you with a kiss Them love Raggamuffin through him style and tactics Them love Ju Ju royal through him fun and gimmicks The love Mr. Marleycause him... Lord Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran, me tellin' you Me name Jr. Gong, me tellin' you Youngest veteran Ha

Him still a move weight cross the border Contraband by the loads And when the fiends pre order He doesn't ship by a boat Dem say him too out a order Disrespecting the Pope And dem a say this nuh call fa And it's about to explode (Accurate Immaculate) Hey, yo Eleven years in the game, an still a chop it Just pick the topic, me philosophic with the skill me dropping Me used to tour and never see no profit Now me fill and pack it, anywhere me go With scammers ticket scalping Kicking like Mbappé, my lyrics dem try fi copy Syllables microscopic delivered in fiber optics I'm killing it, try fi stop me Shift them like Ronaldinho Streaming like Sean Paul, dem feel like man a Latino The proof is in the pudding Just look at what we've been doing Start we own labels with artiste weh we producing Me, Chron, and Diggy undeniable, it's proven The shadow weh we cast so big it's hard to remove it Inspired a generation of artists, my presentation is flawless My resume is retarded, the said I blaze it the hardest Gong Zilla, Sizzla, Capleton and Stephen Marley is my inspiration Now the preservation is my target Gimmi the riddim a mek me dismantle it and trample it Producers dem a ask Zill what the sample is Me show dem what a lyrical example is Nuff a unnuh rhythming but you nah say nothing strong with it Big man still a sing about the gun dem weh them handling It's fucking embarrassing While the pedophile dem see the child dem and a strangle him And raper dem a traumatize all girl inna dem family, sickening I a play my part inna di music, put my heart inna di music From me start me never lose it, Kontraband this Every verse me write, me check Zilla if him approve it Smile on him face from the moment we done recouping Record sales moving, still cyaan' believe me still improving Yuh favorite lyricist's favorite lyricist Pyramid dem choosing Beats I'm abusing, left them bruising 'Til the next episode catch me cruising Him still a move weight cross the border Contraband by the loads And when the fiends pre order He doesn't ship by a boat Dem say him too out a order Disrespecting the Pope And dem a say this nuh call fa And it's about to explode

Yow me tell dem caution Wen yuh see lion pon patrol We nuh kin teet, yuh cudda be the richest also Wid yuh fortune, yuh money, yuh platinum an gold Yuh cyaa buy people life, yuh cyaa save people soul Slaughter, wen bwoy a stop di cash flow An a live comfortable while resentment a grow Yow a torture, di less fortunate a die slow How yuh fi reap wealth, wen a pure death yuh sow So di pauper, doesn't have a cash in him billfold An cyaa buy di knowledge weh di rich man own Nor look afta his family or his humble household Wahapen wen him get up and decide fi roll Wid di scorcha Real fiya torch, real fiya sparka Wen di fiya start Well not even wata weh quench wen di river dem flow Cudda out dis ya fiya wen it bun and start glow Well a wah dem wudda do if hungry belly stop fear An decide fi tek from all who nah share An one man pull up and kick off anywhere Cah hungry nuh business a who life a spare A wah dem wudda do if hunger keep conference An mek criminal and police tun fren And decide fi tek it from all who nah sen (Caution, caution, caution, caution) Yow me tell dem warning Listen up if yuh have ears to hear You nuh mek hungry belly tun unu inna gun engineer Man a trespass and man a overcome and get there Wen di dutty get tuff and everyting is despair Warning Talk up if yuh have mout fi talk An nah speak up on ghetto yute dem behalf Cah dem a play like a dummy and dem nah pay di staff An a mek di most noise, dem hear dem front door kickoff Warning Look out all who have eyes to see An still a play blin like injustice nuh real Memba hungry nuh hav mercy pon bakklefield Man will eat yuh food fasta dan ten Navy Seal So caution Have you white collar extortion Di dirty politican and yuh tricks dem a turn di yute dem inna orphan Smoke di cigar and a laugh an Since yuh smart ansa dis Yow Well a wah dem wudda do if hungry belly stop fear An decide fi tek from all who nah share An one man pull up and kick off anywhere Cah hungry nuh business a who life a spare A wah dem wudda do if hunger keep conference An mek criminal and police tun fren And decide fi tek it from all who nah sen (Caution, caution, caution, caution) Yow me tell dem action Always louder dan words An no school nah build outta di money transfer You too greedy, you wuddnt even lef a one third fi di needy Yuh bend up and gadda like herd Option, scarce wen it come on to job Man cyaa find nuh work till go road go rob You a try save face but it done gone bad It's a gamble dem lie fi raise dem living standard An its a sign dat unless you being kind One day you may find dat you cannot stop the crime You system designed that, stony is the hill dem cyaa climb Even if dem work a lifetime Dem cyaa gain no traction Cyaa find no satisfaction Election is just a distraction Write it inna caption Caution Warning to all Yuh tink hunger cyaa jump yuh wall Yow Well a wah dem wudda do if hungry belly stop fear An decide fi tek from all who nah share An one man pull up and kick off anywhere Cah hungry nuh business a who life a spare A wah dem wudda do if hunger keep conference An mek criminal and police tun fren And decide fi tek it from all who nah sen (Caution, caution, caution, caution)

Yes, give thanks and praise To the most high Jah Rastafari, you know Yeah, you know As I would say ya, you know The father is the strong hold for the oppressed And stronghold in the time of trouble, you know And those who put their trust in him Shall endure for iver, you know As I and I would say, you see Bless my eye this morning Jah sun is on the rise once again Way earthly things are going Any thing can happen, you see So much trouble (in the world) in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world You see, we've got to face the day Ju Ju, hoo we come what may We the street people talking, true, true We the people struggling, you see So much trouble (in the world) in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world Jr. Gong So much trouble, so much violence Nah say loving, better you keep silent So much trouble, so much violence Nah say loving, better you keep silent You got to face the day no matter the consequence World ain't getting better, ain't no improvement Everywhere you go that's another problem Work everyday still you can't find a cent Land lord on hunt cause you don't pay no rent No mother, no father, you are a lone parent Everyone all around such a bad temperament No chains round your feet still you can't free yourself Laws cause crime and violence, so much trouble in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world And all we've got to do Is give a little (give a little) Take a little (take a little) Give a little (give a little) One more time Yeah, yeah (give a little, take a little, give a little, give a little) So they sitting on their time bomb Now I know the time has come Telling you what goes on up is coming on down Goes around and comes around, yeah So much trouble (in the world) in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world Jr. Gong So much trouble, so much violence Nah say loving, better you keep silent So much trouble, so much violence Nah say loving, better you keep silent You've got to face the day no matter the consequence World ain't getting better, ain't no improvement Everywhere you go that's another problem Work everyday still you can't find a cent Land lord on hunt cause you don't pay no rent No mother, no father, you are a lone parent Everyone all around such a bad temperament No chains round your feet still you can't free yourself Laws cause crime and violence, so much trouble in the world Yeah yeah yeah So much trouble (in the world) in the world So much trouble (in the world) in the world

Ladies like the party better (yeah) I think these fellas like the party better (that's true) I think the ladies like the party better (yeah) Ladies (I think the fellas like party better, that's true) Fellas (I think the ladies like party better, yeah) (I think) I know (these fellas) some of (like the party) the (better) most Intelligent women in (I think the) the (ladies like) world Is (party better) listenin' right now (I think these) and (fellas like the) all the (party better) realest brothers as vibe (I-I-I) uh Get light with it Day party to midnight with it I sweat like if I hide, you hit it While the girls double dutch I double my digits Dice game pop, peace and one love to my niggas New York, New York All sorts of bosses, who walk the walk Look how long the blocks is Ruthless, close range they shoot shit Wall Street, racquetball, oysters, masseuses Bourgious-zee, the mood y'all be Then it's back to the hood where you knew I'd be Driver license and the face card, two IDs Get light off the rosé (uh) bottle we sip New shorty in my life, she my lottery pick And if the economy slips, she gon' ride with the kid City girl like J-T, M-I-A to the bridge Ladies like the party better (yeah) Get light (I think these fellas like the party better) Get light with it (I think the ladies like the party better, yeah) Get light (I think these fellas like the party better) Yo Hit-Boy, hold up (I-I-I-I) bring it back Yeah Get light with it Day party to midnight with it I sweat like if I hide, you hit it While the girls double dutch, I double my digits ATVs, quads with speed Doin' wheelies, black 'long-gone' sneaks Family first, a holiday feast, I constantly seek Moments like this is peace to say the least We used to play ball when girls watched, we played smoother I had to try to be light, Michael could be point shooter Couldn't be the loser, takin' Gatorade from the cooler Summer, Fall, Winter, New York girls smokin' hookah Grown ladies with Mercedes Benz keys and chimneys Friendly as little kids on 10-speeds Makes me want to have another seed I'm simply Gettin' light on the track Ripley's, believe It or not I'm still the cream on the crop I was just the tender age of eighteen on the charts Wasn't even dreamin' this far, believe who you are The sun doesn't even know it's a star Get light with it Day party to midnight with it I sweat like if I hide, you hit it While the girls double dutch, I double my digits Dice game pop, peace to my hustlin' niggas New York, New York All sorts of bosses, who walk the walk Look how long the blocks is Ruthless, long range they shoot shit And party, and bullshit And party, and bullshit And party, and bullshit And party, and party And party, and bullshit And party, and bullshit And party, and bullshit And party I think the fellas like the party I think these fellas like the party

Too many changes, you changed from your greatness Become a byproduct of yourself all for the paper regardless The markets see you as a old-ass artist The McCartneys live past the Lennons, but Lennon's the hardest Stay on your path, stay on your craft They just want you to switch your lanes up So they can hate on your ass What's in a name? What's in a name? Suffering and pain Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's grace I came in this thinkin' you was gon' be this great thing 'Cause I seen the greats do it with a great queen What these kings have in common? They had women who solid Malcolm needed Betty, I met some queens who wasn't ready They envy the unhappiness of the greats They don't have a fulfilled life yet, so they searchin' for ways To feel what Sam felt, play the hand Marvin was dealt A Vandross, here's the cure, the antidote A thousand milligrams, make sure you don't overdose Turned to a businessman, used to serve 'em in the cold Cold game, don't get exposed, stories get told You glamorize the game, it ain't a glorious road Rest in peace Kobe and Nip, that's off the rip King shit, if it ain't about fam, it don't mean shit The cure, love all the allure Donuts rotten, the phone tapped, tappin' in with Lord Roll the credits Cuban link QB chain belong in the MOMA So boomerang, you salute my 27 summers Rolls-Royce Brigade just 'cause it go with the moment Pac's on the chain, got his medallion, I won't Insinuate imitation 'cause I copied his stomach Kings honor kings, straight from my pops to my son's shit Steak tartare bloody, mercury levels from raw fish Sushi for lunch, waiter at the table, the cork twist I'm studied like a book by many They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga On my Rick James behavior Life is school for the soul and I'm in life seven already Life's simple but heavy, incomprehensible shit Everything from sexy to deadly, I done been through that shit Still goin' deeper like I grew a new inch on my dick We looked at robbin' as a way of resolving our problems My moms cooked food, but some of my niggas was starving And whatever they was down to do, I was with 'em regardless Turns out I was hungry and was hittin' the hardest The scissor was sharper, my predictions was on it No fortune teller, just going off regular signs Niggas often tell you they moves Without a word, just reading they mind Wasn't needin' no nine Corner executive born in ghetto hell Where metal yell especially over necklaces Life lessons is karma Whatever you dish out come back as blessings or to haunt ya Could miss your kids and hit your grandkids for your dishonor That's generational curses, they said they want the old Nas back Play the Clue tapes for old verses Messin' my homies' lives up, sayin' Nas will rise 'em up Like they wasn't live enough, many lives I've touched Can I get a witness? Can I get a witness? I need a witness, drinkin' three at night on some Bridge shit Wearin' shorts and Timbs, summer night on some Bridge shit Party with gangsters, gettin' right on some Bridge shit (Yeah) Like MC Shan and Marley, I be on some Bridge shit Yeah Like Jabari, I'm on some Bridge shit Shooter live on Kings live forever Yeah We go through a lot And nobody wanna hear about what we go through And that's cool too Every man go through the same Mondays and Fridays Same sun, moon, and stars It's just how you stand like a man

He's the heartbeat of the people The ghetto people, and when I say ghetto people The people who cannot afford to go to big concert Some of these people do not even have TV, so they can't afford cable Some of them can afford a radio So the only thing they can listen to is the music People the ghetto, people from the projects, street people Hortical ghetto youth who know what it is to sing about suffering and reality New York girl, dem a mad over we New York girl, dem a mad over we New York girl, dem a mad over we New York girl, dem a mad over we Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Inna New York City, inna New York City Inna New York City, inna New York City Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle Hope I don't catch a homo, grossing our net Simultaneously making me climb higher Heinous crimes behind me, search but can't find me Fuck sadness, had this been you having this lavish Habitual happiness at me you wouldn't look backwards You would have sex on condominium roof decks So anyone move next, I'll hit you with two Tecs Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy My Colombiana mommy riding beside me Every tat mean something, that's my word on my body I'll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty My niggas is ignant, put lead in yo pigment Just cuz y'all was mad at all the years I was getting it In 97 the six, 98 the Bentley Now it's the Ghost Phantom and y'all can't stand 'em but Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Inna New York City, inna New York City Inna New York City, inna New York City Army jacket swag, Army jacket green and black With the square top pocket that snaps, where the gas at? Pass that, not you, you hold cracks in your asscrack I never did that, my sock's where my stash was at Yo, I used to listen to that Red Alert and Rap Attack I fell in love with all that poetry I mastered that Cutting school with Preme team, the Fat Cat was at Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat Now I'm the one who repping Queens, way beyond your wildest dreams Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans 20 years in this game, looking 17 I don't lean: no codeine, promethazine I just blow green, pick which bitch to bless the king Although he's on to another chapter Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to, braah Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Inna New York City, inna New York City Inna New York City, inna New York City New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island The cops be out wilding, all I hear is sirens It's all about surviving, same old two step Try to stay alive when they be out robbing I been out rhyming since born knowledge Like prophet Muhammad said the ink from a scholar Worth more than the blood of a martyr So I'mma, keep it on 'til I see a billion dollars Keep your friends close and your enemies closer Love model chocha mommy pop it like she 'pose ta Eyes red shot like I'm never sober Big time smoker, Indonesian doja Mini me's you can hold up before you end up wet up from my soldiers Don shit, under fire I remain on some calm shit This for every ghetto in the hood Nas the Don, Super Cat the Don Dada, understood? Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don, Nas the Don Inna New York City, inna New York City Inna New York City, inna New York City

Check me out y'all Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria Before I blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front; matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle Fever King poetic. Too much flavor, I'm major Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I'll pull a number like a pager Cause I'm an ace when I face the bass 40-side is the place that is giving me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds And ain't a damn thing gonna change I'mma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain Nas, why did you do it You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime It's halftime This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I'm max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck I used to hustle - now all I do is relax and strive When I was young I was a fan of the Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise cause I'm wise This is exercise 'til the microphone dies Back in '83 I was an MC sparkin' But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and Kick my little raps cause I thought nigga wouldn't understand And now in every jam I'm the fuckin' man I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Versatile, my style switches like a faggot But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual Of rap I'm a professional and that's no question, yo These are the lyrics of the man, you can't near it, understand? Cause in the streets, I'm well-known like the number man Am I in place with the bass and format Explore rap and tell me "Nas ain't all that" And next time I rhyme, I be foul Whenever I freestyle I see trial, niggas say I'm wild I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme Stay tuned, Nas soon - the real rap comes at halftime It's halftime This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel I got it going on, even flip a morning song Every afternoon, I kick half the tune And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit Word to Marcus Garvey: I hardly sparked it Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word I be slayin' them fast, doing this that and the third But chill, pass the Andre, and let's slay I bag bitches up at John Jay, and hit a matinee Putting hits on 5-0 Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44 And biters can't come near And yo: "go to hell" to the foul cop who shot Garcia I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed This goes out to Manhattan, the island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is living fat and The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout Ill Will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

It's like y'all can't do nothing Everything be going good, but then y'all pull me in And mess everything up Why y'all always let me win? Uh I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes? Beef is my name, my story is age old So question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls) I'm everywhere in the hearts of men Jealousy and envy my right hands, them is my mans I'm what happens on mad blocks, I'm the jabs takin' in talks The arguments between the women in the crab leg spots That behind the back shit complex and multifaceted Lesson to the real, I be decimal, subtracting shit The devil is a lie, I could confuse a genius Have him movin' real dumb over nothin' at my convenience When empires fall over women, I am the reason USA and Al-Qaeda, I'm the tension between 'em I'm the words that get misinterpreted I'm the get back, I'm the first to hit I'm the worst of it, lurkin' on your premises (lurkin' on your premises) I am your nemesis Parents of every slain rapper wish I didn't exist But I'm alive and I thrive on your ignorance I'm a thousand foot fence that keep you from getting rich Get around me I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes? Beef is my name, my story is age old So question, why do I always come to take souls? I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes? Beef is my name, my story is age old So question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls) I'm the invasion of personal space Fake smiles on your face, just serving' 'em hate All that internet beef, that shit a virgin to me I been here before the Bible it's murder I speak The energy creepin' 'round the blocks and the streets Take his guys with him shoppin', they side-eyeing to please Everybody's impossible, it don't stop in the P's I'm eternal, I'm everywhere the action at I'm always where the guns are blazin', attractin' that The grimiest places is my natural habitat In all the jails and all the parties I be Drive-bys with kids that killed accidentally That's the type of shit they try to pin to me Tragic situations give me my identity The beef cut off the fat, that sizzle in grease Love to many deceased over me I be (beef) tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes? Beef is my name, my story is age old So question, why do I always come to take souls? I be tryin' to find the best way they can stop me cold Another body and guess who the cause, and why they foes? Beef is my name, my story is age old So question, why do I always come to take souls? (Take souls) People got me in some shit everyday Over this, over that Over nothing, over something Either way It's on Why it's always gotta be resortin' to me? I ain't asked for this power, it's torture, it forced me to see People drainin' themselves, some pull off some horrible deeds Rumors turnin' into a monster, lies always mislead By the time you hear what somebody said It's stretched out, they expanded and made it worse Now you all stressed out You wish you got it straightened out But it's too far gone From "Who Shot Ya?" to "Hit Em Up" to 2Pac's song

Now ready for Nas! Yeah, word Got some Remy Martin and some good-ass cigars, check it out Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle Queensbridge leader, no equal I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot and heal the people Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number Name a nigga under the same sky that I'm under Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder Eyes flutter, it's love when Nas pops up Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin' The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars Drop Rolls, hoes drop clothes Louis the XIII, freaks, women nice size I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous It ain't my fault, semiautomatic weapons I brought The world crazy, I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy Dick 'em, convince 'em all to praise me They ideology is confusion, I lose 'em Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety Since the Tunnel and Skate Key, my jewelry in HD Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage, I am the dragon Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Faith Evans My little Jackie Onassis, dig? I'm so high, I never land like Mike Jackson's crib Vest on, .45 still crack ya rib sacrilege Talk trash about the nasty kid Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive, talk money Is you jokin', cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket On the floors, ceilings, the safe, bitch, I got all you envy But don't offend, I'm skinny, but still I'm too big for a Bentley You are your car, what could represent me Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly Must design me somethin' Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the '90s Drug dealer call, rush to the bar Move, niggas, we don't give a fuck who you are Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims Pretty women see them them saggin', bet a hundred stacks Niggas'll run it back just havin' fun I ain't even begun to black, light another blunt in fact (Nasty) Yeah, nasty kid For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin' Saying it was Nas I used to hustle with I display fashions while my lungs engage hashish, guns on my waist past his Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin' And joining the blunt passin' you niggas was straight assin' Excuse the vulgarity, I'm still not fully adjusted Or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin' I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin' Fake it 'til you make it, I've driven those toys Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin' in doors For my deen niggas, your flow cheap as limousine liquor I'm no fake rap CD listener Sit back and roll a mean swisher For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga

Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle Get murdered on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals Who don't care, guzzlin' beers, we all stare At the out-of-towners they better break north Before we get the four pounders, and take their face off The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin' brothers The D's on the roof tryin' to watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a glock for The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners Thinkin' it can't happen 'til I trap 'em and clap 'em And leave 'em done, won't even run about gods I don't believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street corner Pullin' a TEC out the dresser, police got me under pressure Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moët drinkin', marijuana smokin' street dweller Who's always on the corner, rollin' up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing less than Guess Cold be walkin' with a bop and my hat turned back Love committin' sins and my friends sell crack This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one 'Cause life ain't shit but stress, fake niggas and crab stunts So I guzzle my Hennessy while pullin' on mad blunts The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be pissin' in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black frames Now I'm into fat chains, sex and TECs Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's Represent, represent Represent, represent Represent, represent No doubt, see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan Around the time when Shante dissed the real Roxane I used to wake up every mornin', see my crew on the block Every day's a different plan that had us runnin' from cops If it wasn't hangin' out in front of cocaine spots We was at the candy factory, breakin' the locks Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man Fuck a yard, God, let me see a hundred grand Could use a gun son, but fuck bein' a wanted man But if I hit rock bottom then I'm a be the Son of Sam Then call the crew to get live too With Swoop, Bokeem, my brother jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs Nuff respect to the projects, I'm ghost, one love Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent Represent y'all, represent One time for your motherfuckin' mind This goes out to everybody in New York That's livin the real fuckin' life In every projects, all over To my man, Big Will, he's still here The 40 side of Vernon My man Big L.E.S. Big Cee-Lo from the Don Shawn Penn, the 40 Busters My crew the shorty busters The 41st side of Vernon posse The Goodfellas My man Cormega, Lakid Kid Can't forget Drawers, the Hillbillies My man Slate, Wallethead Black Jay, Big Oogie Crazy Barrio spot (Big Dove) We rock shit a lot, PHD And my man Preemo, from Gang Starr '94 real shit y'all (word up Harry O) Fuck y'all crab-ass niggas though (Bitch ass niggas) (Bitch ass niggas) Bitch ass motherfucker Come to Queensbridge, motherfucker Yeah, yeah Let's bring it back That's just a warm-up 'Cause I can- on anybody, anybody

Yo, I'm in rare form (rare form) Niggas speak down on my name Like I wasn't there for 'em (there for 'em) Talk about back in the days, this isn't back in the days They want me back in my ways Chipped tooth and the fade (tooth and the fade) Uh, musically I'm on Mars Walkin' all over the beat, puttin' my feet on the stars I rock it like Lenny Thinkin' like Jimi the first time he seen a guitar Standing in front of where they shot Ahmaud And said we gotta know who we are (know who we are) Uh, I'm in rare form (rare form) Wearing rare Jordans straight from Air Jordan, this a fair warnin' Too many young gods beef over nothin' When you get money, you know that it's comin' Sayin' they homies, but they ain't a hunnid We the most hunted, uh I got my Mets hat on to the back Y'all already know where we goin' with the stats Hall of fame only, kings and queens only They all be grabbin' my style but you know they can't hold me Yeah, I'm in rare form (rare form) Y'all still on the ground, you know I've been airborne (airbone) Studyin' Big, studyin' Nietzsche You gotta call on the chopper to reach me Homie, I don't need a jeweler to freeze me Ice in my veins, I make it look easy Mentally, I'm in Queens Mo' money, mo' problems, you gotta be ready for all that it brings Let 'em say what they say, revenge on my plate, I'm lovin' the taste They see you shining, emotions get hard to contain They just not evolvin' the same Me and HB is too rare I'm movin' all through the snares, sound on billionaire Ain't nothin' changed, I'm flippin' a page I'm Prince on the stage, slave on his face You know what they say, KD the wave I'm stayin' rare for all of my days (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart) I'm stayin' rare for all of my days (All of my days, braveheart, braveheart) Levels of Tarantino Curvin' my ego, even though he know Empty glass of Pinot, cigars and casinos What they especially praise is the ethos Stacks on blackjack, movin' my chips No superstition to make me get rich I'm with this chick, just one I brought today In between placin' my bets, we shop to Cartier Rose gold, I copped her a set Runway, hopped in the jet, flight attendant poppin' Moet I said I need that Dom, off the respect We havin' conversations, niggas show me property then I call my nigga and I tell him, "Yo, I gotta be there" Salmon shish kebab, in a misty fog, roll a sticky log Big dawg affair, no kids involved Roundtable havin' war council Press one button, it'll change the world around you Too rare, nothin' to see here, Cuban over my street wear You're nobody 'til somebody kills you, just to be fair It's okay to keep the mystique, I learned that in the street On me, solo or deep, I'm puttin' on for the G's (Hit-Boy) We been doin' gangsta shit for a long time Look inside my mind, see a gold mine I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line You keep starin' at the glow, bitch, don't go blind Braveheart energy, fuck all of the enemies XO Hennessy, it's not on me, it's in me I'm not here to be friendly, they ain't even pretendin' Comprende? We've been doin' gangsta shit for a long time Look inside my mind, see a gold mine I'm my own cosign, she textin' the old line Comprende? It's up, Hit-Boy, you on some other shit We on some other shit, comprende? Yeah

I don't even know what's goin' on no more I don't even know what's happenin' man Ain't no answers I'ma figure some shit out though, you hear? You know? Yeah, yeah Just try to get my weight up Try to get all my watches in order Get my safe up, get great I'm 21 years past the 27 Club It's like I went back into my past, and then I sped it up Robert Johnson, Winehouse and Morrison found where Heaven was Heaven on Earth, this shit is magic with no fairy dust Home of the gully, gangsta, the gruesome and the scary stuff I told my brother Jung', "Fuck 'em, they gon' go through Hell with us They don't have the history in the streets that compare with us" Hood niggas, they wanna be us, thugs in the St. Regis Only thing undefeated is time The second is the internet Number three is this rhyme Before security, my dog had to sneak in the nine God must be on my side I had to eat and provide, my winning streak is divine I told thun, "Leave the street shit behind Don't let 'em hype you, a slow run beats cheatin' the grind" Dawg, I'm tellin' it like it is You gotta deal with the consequence When you run in a nigga's crib, nigga you better be ready to sit Dope dealers, street hustlers, pop cases Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases Big gamblers, skullies, hide faces Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it Left 'em speechless (speechless, speechless, speechless) Left 'em speechless (speechless, speechless, speechless) Pick a down on his luck rapper Bet he broker the arrogance of a crackhead Mad at a weed smoker, or a pill taker Who hate a distilled wine drinker A killer who use a gun to hate on a knife swinger Aight, I get it It's who the littest, we in competition Y'all did it first'll be the death, I got a proposition You and your brothers stop plottin' on each other, plot on millions Educate yourself, find ten different areas of interest Spread your bets out, double down on what's working Then you double up Hands on your paper, they sending hate no matter what you touch Honestly I'm speechless Fly to Greece 20 pointers on the chain, I freaked it Lawn chair in the hood, sittin' comfortably I must be insane givin' you bars runnin' companies I'm done with the redundancies Checking on my HSTRY, making content for Viacom License music to Tiffany's I come from Dope dealers, street hustlers, pop cases Throw dice, on pavement, cop chases Big gamblers, scullies, hide faces Gang wars, hot spots, police raid it Left 'em speechless (speechless) Just like when the judge read the sentence Threw your life away in minutes Left 'em speechless (speechless) The bounce back is the greatest feeling When they thought that you was finished Leave 'em speechless (speechless, speechless, speechless) Speechless (speechless, speechless, speechless)

One more time, one more time Uh, one more time, uh One more time I dream of the day I can go back to when I was born laying in your arms Wishing you was here today mom Wish you'd appear just for a second from Heaven My tears would be gone I wouldn't be rapping this song I'd be happy driving up to your eight bed room mansion Up late, laughing bout the hard time we faced The galaxy is so enchantin' beyond Galileo's understanding Past the Milky way and all the planets There's something out there greater But only God knows, scientist claim we came from apes But they lies though, that was part of our conversation I spark one up and start blazin' Thinking of how amazing she was A Angel gave me love I'm thankful, to ever know a women so real I pray when I marry my wife I have one of your skills But mom you could never be replaced I'd give my life up just to see you one more day to have One more dance with you mama If I could only have One more dance with you mama Praying, wishin' I could have One more dance with you mama If I could only have One more dance with you mama I wish you were here I miss you more each second I breathe You resting in peace forever I accepted you free A blessing to me, I see you dressed in all white Smiling at me, happy knowing everything's all right If only I can hear your voice and your laughter Just one more time My chest would be filled up with sunshine April seven four two That's when the gates of Heaven opened up for you To stroll through beautiful Anne Jones Job is done, raising ghetto kids in the hood You was my strength to carry on and now I'm good Job well done, you lived threw you sons and your grandchildren Jesus finally got his bride, mommy dance with him And you've been my guide threw all the trouble I faced They playing our song the life beat my hand on your waist I grab your other hand and try not to step on your toes Spin you around with my eyes closed Dreaming I could have One more dance with you mama If I could only have One more dance with you mama Praying, wishin' I could have One more dance with you mama If I could only have One more dance with you mama I love you forever mom You will always live threw me always Uh, uh uh, yeah

2004, yeah L, whatup? Prophesy! Yeah It's Prophesy baby! Disciple, disciple (what?!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (let's go!) Word to mama, any lineup of rhymers Could bring any drama, anytime, the city's mine, Nas Is Like Love Undying, Money's My Bitch in Thugz Mansion Thugs dancin' around the fly shit Pharaoh garment's Prada, Egyptian camelback-riders Pyramid architects, Perignon bottles Money, jewelry want me then come get me Hit me but don't miss me, you history Lead flowin' around like a Frisbee, Italian dons from Sicily kiss me This ain't 50, this ain't Jigga, this ain't Diddy, this ain't Pretty Pain, power, pussy and pistols Lyrically no one, hold none near me, hear me Kids cheer me like The Count of Monte-Cristo Steady poundin' soundin' like G without the lisp though My big bro told me plain and simple, "Nas do not look back" Watch where you took rap, no bookbags and trucker hats Just army jacks and diamonds that's flashin' What the fuck is that, freestyle Disciple, disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (Esco!) Like Paul, Michael and Matthew, Peter, James and Andrew Phillip, Simon and Judas, I'm disciple of music Street beats is the main thing minus the traitor And I'm not a dictator, I'm the righteous invitin' you haters Inside the life of the greatest, it'll take you through something real Get a smack in your face, 'cause I hurt up, traumatize, llama Bust shells, destroy yet tryna prevent violence If I present iron somebody dyin', don't even worry 'bout it Then dress warm for the cemetery climate When I speak I need cemetery silence, terror See me, gold Hummers, Lamborghini's, man who stole the summer Hand straight gleamin', if I don't know you toe-tag you Drag you through the cement, fo-fo maggie Body parts in my man's Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar While Rigor Mortis'll grab ya, him retarded, I'm pass that Gloves on, where the mask at? Too many love songs All the thugs gone, what happened? Where's the passion? Rappers battlin' non-rappers, carryin' on backwards Laughin' sayin' Nas thinks he's Farrakhan preachin' blackness Hell yeah, awareness is my alias Word to the 'Braveheart' written on my bare chest The realest, here it is! Disciple, disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (street's!) Disciple (Esco!)

(2 da gods, 2 da earth) (Pass Dat Shit Man) Now tell me what yall smokin' What kinda heat yall holdin' Well does ya creep move potan I got a bunch of bullets n a bag of guns I'll pass em to my niggas come on We by coastin' Keepin' our pockets bulgin' We got da plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets n a bag of guns I'll pass em to my niggas come on Zoom from outer space he comes Blunt in his mouth wit his hand on his gun Bitchs flappin they guns Though he be clappin' an shootin' guys Actor all movie star rapper revolution Nas What is his race, nation, or creed Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian they read Magazines say I walked on water Talked to da heavens Spit at judges Stepped on peasants But in reality I just entered ya galaxy September 73 up in these wild streets Fuckin' des wild freaks A hero my hoes An momasteek got me tarin' my close Now tell me what yall smokin' What kinda heat yall holdin' Well does ya creep move potain' I gotta bunch of bullets n a bag of guns I'll pass em to my niggas come one We by coastin' Keepin' our pockets bulgin' We got da plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets n a bag of guns I'll pass em to my niggas come on My niggas smoke wit one lung If he cough he might die pass em des tree's The liquor bottles almost empty We about to collide wit da emeny Only way you die is if it's ment to be Your fuckin' wit a general No discussion it's da principle We bustin' it's da end of you Now we knockin' on ya momma door Like we came to fix da sink My kinda war Death angel's commin for you Sprit horse runnin' from ya body like young guns 1 and 2 Paramits fightin' for you Who's gonna win da hands of time or da hands of medicine Don't cry witness ya fate Dis is ya wait Walk by ya casket spin in ya face Into da fall dog The light is ya god An when ya gone all ya niggas gonna light it wit nas Now tell me what yall smokin' What kinda heat yall holdin' Now does your creep move potan' I gotta bunch of bullets an a bag on guns I'll pass em to my niggas come one We by coastin' Keepin' our pockets bulgin' We got da plan in motion I got a bunch of bullits an a bag of guns I'll pass em to my niggas come on Pardon but I got a question of life now Look at the nigga next to ya right now Is he real, fake or scared Do it like dis niggas right hands in da air Ball it into a fist an put it over your heart Now lets say it all together let the sermony start I shall stay real, true, stay holdin' figga's Neva put a bitch ova my nigga's I shall never cooperate wit da law Never snake me i'll always hold ya down in war If dey take one of mine I'll take one of there's I never break da oath to da death I sware I sware Dats how we plegalegance to da ilance Of under worlds, killas, n thugs Though the signs of a nigga are yet to be found So light up some green n pass it around Now tell me what yall smokin' What kinda heat yall holdin' Well does ya creep move potan I gotta bunch of bullits n a bag of guns I'll pass em to my nigga's come on We by coastin Keepin' our pockets bulgin' We got da plan in motion I gotta bunch of bullets n a bag of guns I'll pass em to my niggas come on Wanna get high come smoke wit me Smoke wit me light it up Wanna get high come smoke wit me Smoke wit me light it up Wanna get high come somke wit me Smoke wit me light it up Wanna get high come smoke wit me Smoke wit me light it up

Light it, uh Light it up, uh The whole, city is mine, prettiest Don I don't like the way P. Diddy did Shyne with different lawyers Why it's mentioned in my rhymes? Fuck it, it's just an intro Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it Write it, across the stomach spell God son Life is like a jungle black, it's like the habitat of Tarzan Matter of fact, it's harder than most can imagine Most of my niggas packed in correctional facilities Half of them passed on, MAC strong, couple of shots Made the ghost leave a body, now they hauntin' the block Where they used to stand at, somebody's takin' they place A younger man perhaps, hand slaps, can't understand that Same walk, same talk, I wonder, can that be possible? A thug dies, another step inside his shoes And they will hurt you, layin' low with a bottle I'm blowin' circles, my state of mind purple Light it, light it, uh Yeah, light it up, light it up, uh Y'all just wanna deal with drama Talk about niggas who got things, y'all ready to kill his mama Everything you into is underworld related You sell your man out, not even your girl is sacred You don't trust a soul, hold up, you moldin' soldiers To pull guns quick and always look behind the shoulder Think of how many dudes died tryin' to be down with you Everybody's under six feet of ground but you Still standin', still roamin' through the streets, that's real You a survivor, knowin' all the beef is ill You got a bunch of thugs with you even now that's ready Trustin' your judgment, quick to put it down, they deadly The hood love you but behind your back they pray for the day A bullet hit your heart and ambulances take you away That ain't love, it's hate, think of all the mothers at wakes Whose sons you killed, and you ain't got a cut on your face? Unmarked police cars roam the streets hard, the heat is God Somebody tell these shorties reach for the stars Instead, they tell 'em how to reach through the bars, holdin' a mirror Lookin' down a tear in jail, makin' weapons to kill ya Weed smoke three tokes nigga pour more Henny He sighs with eyes that seen a war too many Cold-blooded murderers, universal Hood to hood, blowin' smoke, state of mind is purple Light it up, light it up light it up, uh Light it up, light it up, light it up, uh Uh, uh, uh, light it, light it, uh These hot-headed youngsters, always get into trouble Reactin' before thinkin', they easily irritated And murder's premeditated, it's a fact that we sinkin' When we should be climbin', in a nutshell, it's just jail Drug sales, liquor and diamonds, niggas rewindin' Instead of movin' forward, to blow up, so what's the science? People shoutin', police pushin' the crowd And on the ground's a young soldier, with meat hangin' out him Am I hallucinatin' off the hazin'? Or did I just see a nigga shoot another nigga's face in It's a ugly nation, cops circle the block with mug shots Photograph pictures of, suspect faces It's usually, two or three niggas who innocent But if they lock the wrong ones up, then someone'll snitch A divide and fall strategy, they aren't fair I dig in my bag of weed that's covered with orange hair This Color Purple'll make Whoopi give me the pussy And Celie, Oprah and Danny Glover gots to feel me This is how I escape the madness, too much of anything'll hurt you So, my state of mind's all purple

I should be more mature, sure, I'm spoiled Hit up the south of France after tour, bonjour (bonjour) How many girls pre-bate right before they date So she can have restraint? She still get slayed (bonjour) That's ill behavior, want the whip matted Want her ass the fattest, beat it Thriller jacket A street metaphor: if your dog piss on the floor Put his nose in it Check these niggas from the door Oui-oui amour Plenty of kisses, plenty of bisous A good day and best wishes Comment allez-vous? Bonjour Eat at selective kitchens Speak on our next intentions Over-creamy Polenta It come chef recommended (bonjour) Come through the side entrance; I arrive, bitches Crackheads still owe me from '89 fixes (bonjour) Havin' drinks in Vegas, my business She didn't see me coming, now she's an eyewitness Laissez le bon temps rouler Say ahh so the kids could play Oui-oui amour Plenty of kisses, plenty of bisous Good day and best wishes Comment allez-vous? Bonjour Vacay share twisted Whatever happened missed it Vacations I didn't like, put myself through a guilt trip (bonjour) All these beautiful places But the cities be poor You wealthy when your kid's upbringing better than yours All this money we getting Could be gone in a minute If we don't invest it We long-term affected Watch who you getting pregnant That's long-term stressing I got a mil for every bump on your face That's what I call a blessing, flexing My head looks straight up And I'm wonderin', "What did I do?" (bonjour) She looked at me like, "Damn, did I surprise you?" Sure enough, as the sky's blue, she turned back around And walked right down the avenue (bonjour) She's waitin' for the right cue (bonjour) I'm waitin' for the right clue (bonjour) (Oui-oui amour) She be leavin', still I smell her eau de parfum She can't run 'cause I got Cinderella's right shoe And, that right girl, but I'm be seein' right through Crowd obscurin' my view There's nothin' left to argue (bonjour) At least there's not from my view (bonjour)

Yo, release what's in me Besides the Henny, it's eyes that's seen plenty Fiends get skinny as if Queens was a Craig Jenny Instead of diet plans, it's crack, 200 grams I pump a G-pack, peepin' for where the D's at It's slow, lookin' for Rambo The cop who got grazed back in the days Chasin' niggas through my project maze That cop — he got a death wish He run behind niggas until you breathless Everyday, he makin' ten arrests, shit! My nigga, check this, I know the bitch he rest with I even blessed it, forty-dash-ten, inspect it (Already checked it, dunn, near his ankle you could see his gun) Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum To check Tanisha, fat ass, real fly with the blonde caesar Vittadini summer gear, she push the two-seater I heard she brag about the way he eat her A Irish man, short, slim with a tan, they say he laced her cheeba She due, be lookin' weaker, now her teeth are foul Speakin' loud, peep her style, in and out of every reefer cloud Fat ass dissolvin', like cotton candy in a mouth that's starvin' Rock the same gear daily, like a soldier in my squadron I heard she let Jake investigate from her window 'Cause she's a nympho, suckin' dick and coughin' up info So now it's set up, her and the beast to get wet up I know he's vest up, we blazin' from the neck up (Yo, let me knock first) Soon as he open, let your Glock burst They had the chains on, son, hit the lock first We busted in, the cop jerked, Jungle popped one in his shirt I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth We saw the cameras, tape recorders and the monitors They eyein' us, (Nas, yo, he survived one from the fo'-five) Pull his shades down, they seen his last days now There's no way now, we can be treated just like a slave now Two in the dome, he's laid down A-yo, the bitch is saved now She's livin' in a snitch grave now Shootouts is similar to Wild West Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold See, It Was Written, but was never told Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold Niggas roll with iron Police roll in hot pursuit, tryin' to stop the loot Fuck Jake, cock and shoot Still on the streets with my peeps so deep We threw a block party for my man goin' up creek To do his two-to-four, niggas show love from all around the board Peace, Lord, Sony Handy-Cam on record Pop a bottle, 'cause when you come home, we still got it sewn We can watch the tape, play back and just zone Film all the bitches, on the benches with ill extensions We block the streets off, only crew cars can enter Music was loud and it was crowded Barbecued wings, we fed the fiends (Gamble in the back!) Killa shouted And Frank tried to stop the bank, lost about what a Roley cost Guzzled his drink, and staggered off He's a Big Will, used to slang krill, now he own The Hill Couldn't take losin' his cash, and I could feel Something in the air, yeah Frank returned with Pierre A gunslinger, who niggas hadn't seen in a year I usually be holdin', 'specially this type of weekend And everyone except for me had started reachin' They had gats in each others faces With kids and grandmothers around Frank's only concern was his papers My man Killa let off, half of them fake niggas jet off Police blitz quick, waitin' for that to set off Runnin' the static, it got me mad 'cause they a bunch of faggots Startin' shit in my hood, I can't have it Yo, High, get the 40-Cali stainless Jake is still out, let's make it real and still make 'em niggas famous Dip behind trees in fatigues and squeeze, dodge and weave Hearin' Jake retaliatin', and Wiz was up the alley waitin' We breeze, jump in the ride, heard Pierre died Internal bleedin' inside, and ain't been back since '95 Shootouts is similar to Wild West Broad daylight, face-to-face without a vest You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles Please God, just save the life that the Devil sold See, It Was Written, but was never told Peep the jewels, black man, it's even better than gold Niggas roll with iron Police roll in hot pursuit tryin' to stop the loot Nigga, fuck Jake, cock and shoot

It all about... Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame With the forklift on the nightshift on the Zion Train Babylon by bus or Babylon by plane When the race gets hard to run di blood run all through your vein Whether the Confrontation or the Uprising All nation a bow just to hear him sing Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame When the music hit you, you no feel no pain In Mt. Zion is where he live and reign He said, I don't wanna, I don't wanna wait in vain Chase those crazy baldhead then from off of the lane Guide a lot of people out of sorrow and shame Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Everyman have the right to decide his own destiny And in his judgement there is no partiality So don't you think that you are better cause you gwan boasty I've got to keep on moving so them can't hold me Di man shot the sheriff and him spare the deputy Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame With the forklift on the nightshift on the Zion Train Babylon by bus or Babylon by plane When the race gets hard to run di blood run all through your vein Whether the Confrontation or the Uprising All nation a bow just to hear him sing Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame Mr. Marley them know your name Raggamuffin Mr. Marley in the Hall of Fame

Moonwalking, time travel New day, more truth unravel Mars landing, space gravel Mankind still a fight and squabble IPod, King James Bible Slingshot unto long cal. rifle Tower of Babel, Tower of Eiffel Twelve month a year, but thirteen disciple Saddam, Bin Laden, Gaddafi, Idi Amin Call of duty, drone bombin' Steel bomba, more famine Biometrics, eyes shining We report bodysearch and swappin' More police arrest men, can't hack it More stick-up and random bank robbin' Sufferation, lost wha den? Equal wonderin', conflict we're having Chain grabba, hijackin' No ideas this computa hackin' ID thief and credit just scammin' Social network, bloggin' an spammin' Hide their tv, surround sound burnin' Next generation, Fifa and madden More problem, more panic Suddenly now more planets More places man can inhabit Colonize and breed up like rabbits Contaminate and spread dirty habit Crosspopulate and thief dem knowledge I said it right back in the college Meanwhile they call 'em savage What will the future bring for me? 'Cause know 'bout why many things are cold What will the future bring? What will the future bring? What will the future bring for me? If my little son is seven years old What will the future bring for him? What will the future bring? What's real life? What's virtual? What's fiction? What's factual? Who's partial? Who's neutral? What's not real? What's natural? Who's actin'? Who's actual? What's cheap talk? What's action? What's ours? What's fraction What's plus or subtraction? Acuerdos, then faeces Al Qaeda, then ISIS Stock markets in crisis Government raise tax and prices Gold less why are ships on the ices? Young war and da streets full of sirens Like wi-fi at the high speed Shot o shell, like grains of rice is Motha bawl, I beg dem why please Man a fall, and a go like lychees One an all, get cold like night breeze Man at arms What will the future bring? You far from the animals, face extinction What will the future bring for us? What will the future bring? What will the future bring? No more ancient scrolls to give direction What will the future bring for me? What will the future bring?

I pray thee, I pray thee Once again I wonder if you're surrounded by ones of such talent... ya know Speak life Live a humble and meek life Ordinary day of the week life Try to search and seek life Way up Keep your head up and stay up Even when you sore and pain love Never giving up till its game up Keep your aim up And focus Don't concentrate on what's bogus Never sell out for a bonus Handle your biz like grown ups Own up It's amazing The way Jah fire keeps blazing That's why I constantly praise him For some of them it's a phase thing So they're gazing On the street lights Till dem go catch up in street fights Cause are pretending they're street wise And put an end to a brief life I feel Like It's a mystery How we can keep repeating our history Making the same mistakes as our ancestry Seems like all of life lessons missed we It's risky So give praises One day you may find your oasis Rise up to the challenge you're faced with Be hopeful and creative You'll make it It's basics People been doin' it for ages In many other cultures and places On a regular basis There's so many cases Let's face it Way too much time has been wasted Building military bases Fighting our war with no bases Life is sacred An' every bare people naked Some of 'em nah gwaan like dem risk big And don't care what they making They can't take it So speak life man All this darkness don't feel right man

Rasta man a hussle so every dolla haffi flip The shop haffi set up fully stock out and well equip Revenue haffi come in Caw man a fi a see profit Hypocrite a watch di food Dem better stop and take a tip caw Am putting in the hard work, work Some money broker have me as a money making expert Am putting in the hard work, work Das why a champagne alone quench mi gal fren thirst Am putting in the hard work, work And hard worker deserve all their crops and perps Am putting in the hard work, work Big Gonzilla minister of commerce Now to all my ganja farmer selling pounds of cannabis That study economy like a real economist A go tru every statement like a scholar with a script The age and demographic have the shoppers on my list Shopping spree on me girls I do insist Some man a say dem a king and dem a live worthless And all lazy boy dem fi get diss miss Girl come get your business fix Am putting in the hard work, work Some money broker have me as a money making expert Am putting in the hard work, work A peanut punch alone quench mi gal fren thirst Am putting in the hard work, work And hard worker deserve all their crops and perps Am putting in the hard work, work Respect to all white and blue color shirt Zilla is a DJ say me well down to earth This a nuh show-off exhault or exert Influence the youth dem fi build dem worth Let them know say dem bless from birth Never you jealous after the next man purse Crab inna barrel and to make thing worse Nuff a dem will sell out them best friend first Zilla out sell out concerts Cause Am putting in the hard work, work Some money broker have me as a money making expert Am putting in the hard work, work Das why a spirlina alone quench mi gal fren thirst Am putting in the hard work, work And hard worker deserve benefits and perps Am putting in the hard work, work Respect to all the doctors and nurse Rasta man a hussle so every dolla haffi flip The shop haffi set up fully stock out and well equip Revenue haffi come in Caw man fi a see profit Hypocrite a watch di food Dem better stop and take a tip caw Cause the money never stay when time you mek the money quick The race is marathon its not run by the swift Is there a practice ting but still him end up with a gift But dem think its a bingo ticket, no Am putting in the hard work, work Some money broker have me as a money making expert Am putting in the hard work, work Das why a fruit juice alone quench mi gal fren thirst Am putting in the hard work, work And hard worker deserve all their crops and perps Am putting in the hard work, work Big Gonzilla minister of commerce

As I would tell you as I would say Let love go or you let it stay Keep love shining along the way Raggamuffin a produce Jr. Gong a DJ 1 bottle of Magnum 1 shot of Roots Dem deh ting de a bad bway juice 2 slimy okra doctor fish soup Don't you know dat a ruff neck juice 1 bottle of Magnum 1 shot of Roots Dem deh ting de a bad bway juice 2 slimy okra doctor fish soup Don't you know... Lord Now some man a deal woman like a bird dem a shoot Never sew di seed and them dem want keep di fruit Settle Raggamuffin you is a militant youth Old soldier and you nuh need a parachute Baby baby mi love di function Legs dem sexy not a scar 'pon you hand Girls like a you is x amount of action And mi tell you Jr. Gong is like a gas station That's what Raggamuffin use As I would tell you weh di Daddy Ziggy him use Dat a weh di Ruggu Ruggu use As I would tell you weh di Juju Royal use Dats what Jr. Gong him use As I would tell you weh di Daddy Ninja use Dats what Daddy Maestro use... Lord 1 bottle of Magnum 1 shot of Roots Dem deh ting de a bad bway juice 2 slimy okra doctor fish soup Don't you know dat a ruff neck juice 1 bottle of Magnum 1 shot of Roots Dem deh ting de a bad bway juice 2 slimy okra doctor fish soup Don't you know... Now some woman outta road dem a drive man mad Can't even cook and that's bad bad bad Good looks alone sey dat can't hold me Although me love di girls dem with the sexy body Now gal pickney love when man pocket strong And all through the dance dem fi have something in dem hand A man say every gal him check she say she have a man So him check I and I fi di love potion That's what Raggamuffin use As I would tell you weh di Daddy Ziggy him use Dat a weh di Juju Royal use As I would tell you weh di Ruggu Ruggu use Dats what Jr. Gong him use As I would tell you weh di Daddy Ninja use Dats what Silverado use... Lord Party day and night Party party right Party never stop Party 'til we drop Party day and night Party party right Party never stop Party 'til we drop Now I want you listen keenly me a tell you di truth Woman you fi di Juju Royal like a kani boot I will be di loom and you will bear my fruit Is to Paso Solo like a velvet suit Candle light dinner violin an flute Dedicated to di man weh build di juice Arrow root poridge a broad bean stew Can you keep a secret now you know dat we use 1 bottle of Magnum 1 shot of Roots Dem deh ting de a bad bway juice 2 slimy okra doctor fish soup Don't you know dat a ruff neck juice 1 bottle of Magnum 1 shot of Roots Dem deh ting de a bad bway juice 2 slimy okra doctor fish soup Don't you know... Now some man a deal woman like a bird dem a shoot Never sew di seed and them dem want keep di fruit Settle Raggamuffin you is a militant youth Old soldier and you nuh need a parachute Baby baby mi love di function Legs dem sexy not a scar 'pon you hand Girls like a you is one in a million And mi tell you Jr. Gong is like a gas station That's what Daddy Ziggy him use As I would tell you weh di Raggamuffin use Dat a weh di Daddy Ninja use As I would tell you weh di Ruggu Ruggu use Dats what Juju Royal use As I would tell you weh di Daddy Maestro use Dats what Jr. Gong him use... Lord 1 bottle of Magnum 1 shot of Roots Dem deh ting de a bad bway juice 2 slimy okra doctor fish soup Don't you know dat a ruff neck juice 1 bottle of Magnum 1 shot of Roots Dem deh ting de a bad bway juice 2 slimy okra doctor fish soup Don't you know...

Oh Autumn seems to never end Leaves are always brown Summer seems to never tend To ever come around Springtimes are for beginnings When true love is found Winters are for finishings True love stands it's grounds Now I hear no happy songs Birds have all gone south Bright Green Pastors drying up And plenty turn to drought Life is full of ups and downs The carousels of love Good times, bad times, smiles, and frowns Don't give up on me Don't give up on me Time flies by while having fun It's all gone in a wink And now the days feel more like months Don't know what to think Life is full of ups and downs The carousels of love Good times, bad times, smiles, and frowns Don't give up on me Don't give up on me Time flies by while having fun It's all gone in a wink Now the days feel more like months Who knows what to think? Life is full of ups and downs The carousel of love Good times, bad times, smiles, and frowns Darling, don't give up on me Up on me Don't give up on me Don't give up on me Don't give up on me Don't give up on me Don't give up on me Don't give up on me

What you want and what you will Working for your dollar bill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Walking home, ah you gets killed Police free to shoot at will Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Nine to five you know the drill Weekends are a shawty thrill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Come put it on over till it spill Take until they've had their fill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Some of us think we're too big Got a system gives us jobs Even though it's just a low paying game Some of us will boast and brag And those of us who think we're small Just because we don't have much That's really not the case at all There's riches that the flesh can't touch Some of us won't respect names Some of us don't respect loves Some of us don't respect life Even though we worship God And some of us won't let go of faith No matter what the price may cost Some of us wan' practice hate But I will still believe in love What you want and what you will Working for a dollar bill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Walking home, a child gets killed Neighbours free to shoot at will Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Nine to five, we know the drill Weekends duch a short-lived thrill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Come put it on over till it spill Take until they've had their fill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Most of us think we're too good Just because material gain If we were living as we should Then less of us would be in pain Those who are misunderstood Still deserve a voice to claim The things that are still meaningful To each and all of us the same And some will say the cups are full And give your thumbs on what we've gained And some will say there's much more weight to pull And then we tell you that straight up and plain And some will think outside the box While some of us will hold our lanes And some of us we write the facts While some of us just don't care What men want and what they will Working for a dollar bill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Walking home, a child gets killed Police free to shoot at will Hurts to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Nine to five you uknow the drill Weekends are a short-lived thrill I can see the old slave mill Is grinding slow but grinding still Come put it on over till it spill Take until they've had their fill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still

And I just like to say Big up all the youths, yu know Youths like this and youths like that One good thing about music When it hits you feel no pain One good thing about music When it hits you feel no pain Well, hit me with music Hit me with music right now Hit me with music Brutalize with music now It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock Grooving in Kingston 12 We're grooving in Kingston 12 We're grooving in Kingston 12 We're grooving in Kingston 12 No want you fi ga lang so No want you fi ga lang so You want come cold I up But you can't come cold I up There is a lot of goodie goodie down in a Kingston 12 Don't be no, don't be no little stock on the shelf Do unto you breda like you do to yu self Good healthy body value more than wealth So big up all the massive in Kingston 12 Dem nuh want no lickie lickie in Kingston 12 Dem nuh want no none progressive in Kingston 12 Dem nuh want no lazy body in Kingston 12 A chapter a day keep the devil away So read your Bible go down on your knees and pray Ask GOD Almighty guide you day by day Go down in di ghetto and hear what the people a say One good thing about music When it hits you feel no pain One good thing about music When it hits you feel no pain Well, hit me with music Hit me with music right now Hit me with music Brutalize with music now It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock It's Trench Town rock Grooving in Kingston 12 We're grooving in Kingston 12 We're grooving in Kingston 12 We're grooving in Kingston 12 No want you fi ga lang so No want you fi ga lang so You want come cold I up But you can't come cold I up There is a lot of goodie goodie down in a Kingston 12 Don't be no, don't be no little stock on the shelf Do unto you breda like you do to yu self Good healthy body value more than wealth So big up all the massive in Kingston 12 Dem nuh want no greedy greedy in Kingston 12 Dem nuh want no none progressive in Kingston 12 Dem nuh want no lazy body in Kingston 12 A chapter a day keep the devil away So read your Bible go down on your knees and pray Ask GOD Almighty guide you day by day Go down in di ghetto and hear what the people a say Grooving in Kingston 12 We're grooving in Kingston 12 We're grooving in Kingston 12 We're grooving in Kingston 12

Just like a rose Everybody knows that you are so beautiful But I feel a thorn in my hide I should've known, we can't repair what we broke But I held you close, too close I should've left your roses at the door They're sharper than before And I don't want them no more I should've left your roses at the door They're sharper than before And I don't need them no more I have no time to give you guidance Barely have any fuck time either Hefner minded like, I think you're fine, but I seen the finest women that ever came out a beaver Mind reader, can tell she vegan or not when I meet her Or if she insecure, most are, if she's mixed A possible psycho alert goes off Not a judge 'cause a judge don't wear no draws, yet he allows Everything to go to your spouse when you end your vows My tax bracket not enough blacks have it Who should I date? Project chick or Cuban actress? A white chick, they might flip talking that blackness Should only attract black shit, I'm an ass magnet If you mad at that, you'll be mad forever Never played you, I prayed we would stay together Wished it'd last forever, know what I mean Heard you tear a rose from the roots, the rose screams Just like a rose Everybody knows that you are so beautiful But I feel a thorn in my hide I should've known, we can't repair what we broke But I held you close, too close Them Xanax can't manage your maniac Manic depressive expressions They some silent killers, that stress shit That put ulcers in a lot of niggas I'm blowing medical, it helps chill a violent temper I done went to hell and back, you always think you right You know when you wrong and still you want to fight When people like my song, you want to kill 'em right? You resent me every time I make a million right? You want to experience life when you calling all the shots Ordering bottles for all your girls up in the spot Have your own cash, own your own Benz Your own house, everything, me, I understand Thought you would bask in the glory as queen bee Put you on under Martin Scorsese, Mean Street The first movie he made, thought that was fly I thought you was flyer, you a fuckin' liar Just like a rose Everybody knows that you are so beautiful But I feel a thorn in my hide I should've known, we can't repair what we broke But I held you close, too close I should've left your roses at the door They're sharper than before And I don't want them no more I should've left your roses at the door They're sharper than before And I don't need them no more

One time, yeah, yeah Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood Mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip Writin' names on my hollow tips, plottin' shit Mad violence, who I'm gon' body? This hood politics Acknowledge it, leave bodies chopped up in garbages Seeds watch us, grow up and try to follow us Police watch us, roll up and try knockin' us One knee I ducked, could it be my time is up? But my luck, I got up, the cop shot again Bus stop, glass burst, a fiend drops his Heineken Ricochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in Blackin' out as I shoot back-, fuck gettin' hit! This is my hood, I'ma rep to the death of it 'Til everybody come home, little niggas is grown Hoodrats, don't abortion your womb We need more warriors soon Sent from the stars, sun and the moon In this life of police chases, street sweepers and coppers Stick-up kids with no conscience, leavin' victims with doctors If you really think you ready to die with .9s out This is what Nas is 'bout, nigga, the time is now! Yo, all I need is one mic All I need is one mic (that's all I need) All I need is one mic (all I need, niggas) All I need is one mic (yeah) All I need is one blunt, one page and one pen One prayer, tell God forgive me for one sin Matter of fact, maybe more than one Look back at all the hatred against me, fuck all of them! Jesus died at age 33, there's 33 shots From twin Glocks, there's 16 apiece, that's 32 Which means one of my guns was holdin' 17 27 hit your crew, six went into you Everybody gotta die sometime, hope your funeral Never gets shot up, bullets tear through the innocent Nothin' is fair, niggas roll up, shootin' from wheelchairs My heart is racin', tastin' revenge in the air I let this shit slide for too many years, too many times Now I'm strapped with a couple of MACs, too many .9s If y'all niggas really with me, get busy, load up the semis Do more than just hold it, explode the clip until you empty There's nothin' in our way, they bust, we bust, they rush, we rush Lead flyin', feel it? I feel it in my gut That we take these bitches to war, lie 'em down 'Cause we stronger now, my nigga, the time is now! All I need is one mic (that's all I need, niggas, that's all I need) All I need is one mic (there's nothin' else in the world) All I need is one mic (that's all a nigga need to do his thing y'know) All I need is one mic (this is all I need) All I need is one life, one try, one breath, I'm one man What I stand for speaks for itself, they don't understand Don't wanna see me on top, too egotistical Talkin' all that slick shit the same way these bitches do Wonder what my secrets is Niggas'll move on, you only if they know what your weakness is I have none, too late to grab guns I'm blastin' 'cause I'm a cool nigga Thought I wouldn't have that ass done? Fooled you niggas What you call an infinite brawl, eternal souls clashin' War gets deep, some beef is everlastin' Complete with thick scars Brothers knifin' each other up in prison yards Drama, where does it start? You know the block was ill as a youngster Every night it was like a cop'll get killed Body found in the dumpster For real a hustler, purchased my Range Niggas throwin' dirt on my name Jealous 'cause fiends got they work and complain Bitches left me 'cause they thought I was finished Shoulda knew she wasn't true She came to me when her man caught a sentence Diamonds are blindin', I never make the same mistakes Movin' with a change of pace Lighter load, see now the king is straight Swellin' my melon 'cause none of these niggas real Heard they were tellin' police, how can a kingpin squeal? This is crazy, I'm on the right track, I'm finally found You need some soul-searchin', the time is now All I need is one mic (yeah, yeah yeah yeah) All I need is one mic (all I ever needed in this world, fuck cash) All I need is one mic (fuck the cars, the jewelry) All I need is one mic (to spread my voice to the whole world, baby)

Aah Aaha Ooh Babylon position the queen and set the pawn And start transform like Deceptacon Anytime delegates have a discrepance Well, a bare tension with some long weapons Night vision upon the attack mission Coalition of folly-ticians get switch on If you look in the face of the newly born The newly born, a face malnutrition Suspicion to what is them ambition Total destruction start to ignition And the world still a fight over religion Everyone have a right to a decision Superstition the people reflect upon Something nuh right I man suspect a con 'Cause them a lost inna the darkness beyond And none should escape except the ones Who Exodus with no question Better put on your khaki uniform If you-a driver, leave unno engine on If you a rider jump 'pon a unicorn Lace your shoes is you is a pedestrian Run for the boarder like a Mexican Underarm smell green like a Leprechaun Survival of Jah people Exodus, alright, alright Movement of Jah people Boom Chicken merry, Hawk is near Tell them beware but them still won't hear Life is a road so you drive with care Tire can't bus' 'cause you got no spare Whole heap of lust in your atmosphere Step 'pon di gas and you start draw gear Dis Rastafari you do not care Some don't share and then that's not fair Make a move before they make a move on you Making moves and still move and go through Moving things weh you not supposed to move Watch you move and where your moving to Who you move with you move with your crew Move some fool from up off the avenue Move a pound and boost your revenue Move uptown and overlook the view Move around and get from one to two Make a wrong move in the game you loose I stand up and I refuse to move Substance weh mi know mi nah go use Metric measurement mi nah go choose Moving on and still you need a clue Car keys are the only keys wi' move Moving on in, Lawd Exodus, alright, alright Movement of Jah people Move Music business as usual Mi spliff and Guiness as usual Royal and muffin as usual High grade we puffin' as usual Fight down the system as usual The system fight we down as usual The cops dem a watch we as usual And a we a watch the cops as usual No strap would be unusual Roll wid it inna we lap as usual Always ready fi clap as usual Rastaman deh 'pon top as usual Standard never drop as usual Man-a' cream of the crop as usual Run right 'round the clock as usual Movements non-stop as usual Exodus, alright, alright Movement of Jah people Move, move, move, move Move, move, move, move Move, move, move, move Move, move, move, move Exodus

I wanna hear the new shit Lil', a lil' something I feel a lot of hate since I've been creating with Hit I'm feeling a lot of hate since I've been creating with Hit I gotta say what it is, say what it is It's coming in Ay, they gonna try me, they on my body, no illuminati (no illuminati) No way to describe me, no other word, other than godly (godly) I run it back to back to back to back, ain't no one beside me (no) I'm doing 'em grimy (yeah), I don't know what got inside me (yeah) Durag energy, I'm on a wave, you niggas cap Give you the shakes like, "Faces of Death" tapes When that lady got hit on the track I'm seeing black so I gotta black The magic is black (magic is black) One generation don't listen to Nas Don't listen to rap (listen to rap) Spit on my platinum plaques They'll probably spit on my grave, for real I split 'em like Puff and Mase for real 'Cause I got a budget to waste, for real Hit-Boy on the drum and the bass (bass), nobody jump on the stage R.I.P. Trouble but niggas is acting like they want some trouble today Let's go I'ma say what it is, I'm the one taking the risk (taking the risk) Y'all creating the hate, but I be creating with Hit (Hit) Ain't no way we could miss (no), ain't no way we could miss (no) Ain't no way we could miss (no), can't put a grade on my shit (no) Y'all should be ashamed of your list (A plus) I put some pain into this I put my veins, blood, bones, soul, I put my brain into this Y'all moving brainless (brainless) Anything to be famous I'm a magician, you should listen, it's never the same tricks 2020 when we did the first one, five album run Not a cursed one, it's a blessed one By the time y'all hear this, we be halfway through the next one Bless up (bless up) All the rappers we lost, I'm hoping they rest up Back to my roots like Questlove, still avoiding the extras (extras) What will they say today? I came from carrying crates (carrying crates) To troy to various states I'm doing what's never been done to this day (done to this day) Even the great can be on a plate, nobody safe Abracadabra, saw 'em in half And then reattach 'em, I'm doing magic Can you escape? I gotta say what it is I've been the one taking the risk (taking the risk) Y'all creating the hate, but I be creating with Hit (what up?) Ain't no way we could miss (no), ain't no way we could miss (no) Ain't no way we could miss (no), can't put a grade on my shit (oh) They gonna try me, they on my body, no illuminati (no illuminati) Killing 'em easy, God, I'm doing this thing as a hobby (a hobby) I'm running it back to back to back to back, ain't no one besides me (besides me) I'm doing 'em grimy (yeah), I don't know what got inside me (yeah) Yo Hit, can you believe this? You are doing Juju Abracadabra niggas, hahahahaha And you know what I'm talking about, man He's fighting people You know we've been fighting 4Hunnid and still fighting to this day To this day, to this day! You just sit here, you don't know what I'm talking about?

Lord! This Spear, huh! Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Nyabinghi Man a Mau Mau Warrior Despair, eh Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya This Spear, hey Ayatollah, Idi Amin, Mennelek, Man a Masai Warrior Despair, eh Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya This Spear Like BURNING SPEAR AND SUCH AND SUCH BEFORE ME Who all fought for the cause and This Spear, eh Enforcing all the laws The Master of the Masses One has power The other one lacks it Guns are power Controlled by assets Owned by financial forecasters Who are the Masters? They are the Gangsters They are the bankers The ones who tax us The Masses They are us The sheep, the people Divided in classes I go off like a Shite bomb And All ya'll see I'm on my War paint on my face, shit My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street War Chiefs The Elitists Groups The Masses They pray to Jesus Saying he will see us through The Masters are the aristocratic The Masses Ask if the Most High Is On his way here I'm trying to stay clear My mind is my modern day Spear Hey I say... This Spear, huh! Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a Gideon Man a Mau Mau Warrior Despair, eh Fear and desperation no depression can't tarry ya This Spear, hey Through the hands of time and cruel men It has slew more than a billion Despair, eh It keep on suppressing the humble man's opinion This lead into Swiss cheese When the 5th squeeze Mislead The media Misleads Scares you to the point Where you miss sleep With that said This lead with this Ruger And that shooter Sub-machine gun Ratta tat through you Copper tops, hollow points Will do ya something bad Our future Is Mislead Three strikes There's no school When a teacher strikes This economy This monopoly Get no job Just own your property Now it's back to What comes natural Must survive any how you have to Despair, Desperation But I have no fear When I hold This Spear Mek some bwoy know mi nah smile Cause this spear nah beg friends Man a run racket Man a run scheme Man a run race Man a run down Benz Can't trust a she nor we nor eye Inna contact lense Man a run from police And a run down wealth And dollars and nah mek sense So, Rise up to my defense Hollow pointed is my preference Should have been deterred Don't know what you heard Get referred By the wrong reference When this spear start dispense It a fly and a tear through fence Dismember your members And all of your limbs Body bust inna nuff segments Well, Man a run drugs Man a run risk Man all a run out a time and ends Man a run up and down And a run fi dem life And a run down this month rent Nutin' nah gwan a yard And food deh a road Then man hafi go touch pavement Despair was a tool That was used to enslave man And mek manservant Escape from Despair and Desperation Becomes more urgent Mankind needs to cleanse and wash out dem soul With spiritual detergent A distant army A distant relative Controlling the circumference And any man move with no permission They're feeling the circumstance of This Spear, hey Shaka Zulu, Bobo Shanti, Man a, eh Man a Mau Mau Warrior Despair, eh! Fear of your recession and depression can't tarry ya This Spear, hey Inner city youth dem rise it up disguised as AK-47 This Spear, eh! And anytime them clap it up the whole city level This Spear Like Burning Spear And such and such before I Who all fought for the cause and This Spear, eh! They can't ignore me No!

Whoa whoa whoa Chalice in'a we palm Babylon you're gone Whoa whoa whoa Them your rasta youths are not gon' calm It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin' If them put a finger upon me herb It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin' Babylon are gon get what them deserve And a'oneness the youth them sit up in all a'reverence Babylon them want be sneak up upon a'me residence Out in me fields and the youth wake up them in a decadence True and chalice will trick up pick your preference Them talk them uttering no make no sense fighting my fight but we cut up with such excellence Said that it's illegal, show me where's the evidence This are the fumigation for your pestilence It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin' If them put a finger upon me herb It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin' Babylon are gon get what them deserve Hey no touch me ganja Fire will burn up you and your people We them can't conquer Just like i'm coming through the eye of a needle Whoa whoa whoa Chalice in'a we palm Babylon you're gone Whoa whoa whoa Them your rasta youths are not gon' calm Yes, through the natty upon me head them want to stop the herb consumption Chalice me'a burn from westmoreland to junction cops a'pull me over still the beast we'll have a run from Them a'bring a and not saw the rasta function Look how we neat and we proper Them a'fight the rasta and thats the meat of the matter The herb it is the healing of the nation trouble the indica or sativa It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin' If them put a finger upon me herb It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin' Babylon are gon get what them deserve Hey no touch me ganja Fire will burn up you and your people we them can't conquer Coming through the eye of a needle Whoa whoa whoa Chalice in'a we palm Babylon you're gone Whoa whoa whoa Them your rasta youths are not gon' calm It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin' If them put a finger upon this herb It's gonna be a weepin' and a moanin' Rasta is the cleansing of this earth And a'one days the youth them sit up in all a'reverence Babylon them want be sneak up upon a'me residence These days the youth wake up them in a decadence True and chalice will trick up pick your preference

To my niggaz huh, we all we got Let's hold it down though, y'know? However it's gon' go down This what we gotta deal with y'know? Yo It's the life we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes And the only way out is death or goin' broke This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo, but yo This life is the only life I know Gold bathtubs, makin' love to my queen Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin' up green Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine Closets, full of rockets and submachines Take this nigga out the projects and his thug team Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyin' 'Cause it's hard to fuck around when we dealin' with science My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it They never know we enemies until they hear me say it Till they kid's on the phone sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it" Till they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep Why you stink? Yo, these streets don't allow you to blink You get showered by lead, comin' out with your mink Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico It's hard fuckin' with niggaz you hope you can trust You a fool if your main bitch is easy to fuck And you've got money, is these hoes greedy or what? Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin' you stuck It's the life we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes And the only way out is death or goin' broke This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo This life is the only life I know Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough? He wanna stick you What's love, you got beef? Nobody rollin' wit you What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air? What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe And you don't even let him know, 'cause you fucked her befo' What's real, when you talk behind a man's back Then you see him and give him dap, now explain that? What's trust, when they separate your case When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man? And he never crossed you but you claimin' he's fam'? What's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate? They blaze purple haze with 'em the next day? God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire But everybody's different, you won't know how you react Till you in that position, and that's an actual fact The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong? You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90 On your deathbed you regret bein' grimy What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug? A ghetto child raised around drugs, till he's old enough to bust slugs? Then what's jail, to rehabilitate or to make a nigga worse When he come home to catch another case? Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it You did it, heaven or hell or prison Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin', get your weight up Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya You gettin' older player, look at those who gave up It's the life we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes And the only way out is death or goin' broke This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo This life is the only life I know

Alchemist you know me man I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes right on the spot in the studio Soon as I hear the track; you know what I'm sayin? Word but I wanted to bring a couple of books to the studio today Man I foundthese shits up in the crib man in boxes man I don't even remember when I was writing these shits Or what's in these shits man probably a bunch of bullshit man Fuck it check it How can I trust you when I can't trust me? Picture myself a old man a O.G. Some niggas will conversate with liers all day Time pass...(Nah lemme start somethin' else) Soul on ice death threats given by clowns I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first I thought I was abnormal cause I would overcome any tasked called to So there it is I'ma prince I'ma get slain Some do minor shit swear they on the top of they game Ya rhymin' is called "Vagina Monologue" It kinda supports theories of scary niggas who should lie in the morgue Rarely y'all come in contact with the real Since Pun passed he was the last shine of sun I could feel Yo said there's a few left since music's expressions of life Damn I wish I took more time to write in my book of rhymes Oh shit Tina - I been lookin' for this bitch number damn. No this rhyme is weak. This is week I remember this bullshit right here (My Book of Rhymes) Gandhi was a... what the fu.? Gandhi was a fool, nigga fight to the death The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of conquest (I wonder when I wrote this. Nah it's weak) The money's ya religion sky the limit live life Numbers is big business makes the poor live trife The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to dream Through your existence become wealthy knowledge is king Pimps and card sharks thiefs murderers with hard luck Addicts and fiends prostitutes passin' for teens is my society Cops that shoot blacks is routine for noteriety Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with charms Beautiful ladies on their arms Dangerous new cars was my fantasy for Nas Rubbin my lips with Campophenique Still behind the ears wet turned out to be Pioneers vets amongst hustlers crack sellers and liers and squares... (Nah that was weak there) My people be projects or jail never Harvard or Yale Pardon me type in my 2way while I'm chargin' my cell It's hard to be iced up with Gucci god poverty's real I can't fight you cause you would sue me niggas be groupies I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my style And they don't even realize that I notice they stealing Nas' shit I pump some Rick James with that Teena Marie My nina lean on me like Swoop it's crap this can't be My book of rhymes This can't be my book of rhymes writing this bullshit! (My Book of Rhymes) Nah neva that fuck that, aw why you laughin' Alchemist? Huh you a funny nigga... naw yeah (My Book of Rhymes) I'm tellin' you I'ma come up with some new shit now Fuck that I'ma write again now fuck that I musta been high on some shit mmm what the fuck is this? Look how we treat pregnancy women in the 'hood Our values so low our values are no good Things our mothers told us we shoulda heeded Cause now we need it We older almost able t... I'm jealous of you how come you so beautiful? Smelling fresh youthful intelligent while I'm stressin' and shit Aiyo I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way Such a innocent child is what some say I get upset 'cause I just want to be treated the way you are Like a star not a worry in this world thus far But wait a minute we both need ya mother's attention I must be crazy jealous of my own baby infant (Kinda crazy)

Buckets like Gilligan Still I peep reptilians in the Filligan Blendin' in, my quintillion ton brain Got me revealing men Quintessential Queensbridge poet Back to the grill again Did songs with Chubb Rock to Chris Brown Switch styles Yet to see any heavyweight Make it to this round This that pure champion sound I wear the crizzown Raw, one take, I don't even need a mixdown Demure, not docile, volatile, I kick down Amphibians, reptiles who make that hiss sound They eyes change color Their pupils start to slit down When I take cover, and I let off a fifth round I got seven MAC-11s, about eight 38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends Rest in peace to B.I., the shit never ends B.I.G. shit I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s The shit never ends (Never ends, never ends) The world's going crazy This shit never ends (Never ends, never ends) Stop waiting for the hood to 'preciate ya Whoever gets love in the hood He's a freak of nature When I said I wasn't mainstream, lames scream What does he mean? Who does he think he is? His bank be hid, he hardly out He still as hard as he was when he started out We count 'em out, we count 'em in Amongst the real, never my crown in doubt So around my house with my wiz Lessons I got from my friends Do they love me for me or love me for them? I got seven MAC-11s, about eight 38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends The world's out war, the shit never ends Everybody packin' I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s The shit never ends (Never ends, never ends) It never ends This shit never ends (Never ends, never ends) What will it take to end? Can't see me moving, I'm like the fastest I'm a 3D movie, no need of glasses They hate it before they hear it Clear that my perseverance Is somethin' they can't bear It's become apparently clear They fear me, I'm not dying or rather Put my ears to the blaring cop siren Am I here or in a hot dryer? Didn't hear all that pop-soundin' Fakespeare, pop rhymin' Niggas should stop lyin' Why in a whole year You still in the same spot trying To change, but you not risin'? When will somebody real tell him he not Nas-in' Cars, you just started drivin' I've been ridin', been made it You and your pretend stages I did this since windbreakers (Windbreakers)

Uh, what, what, uh Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square Headed for Delaware, with one change of gear Nothing on my mind but the dime sack we blazed With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print Though I'm innocent, til proven guilty I'ma try to filthy, purchase a club and start up realty For real G, I'ma fulfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream The first trip without the clique Sent the b- with the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes I want it all, Armor All Benz and endless papes God sake, what nigga got to do to make a half million Without the FBI catching feelings Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something From fat cat to papi, n- see the cat Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back Living with moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet Two sips from bein alcoholic Nine hundred ninety nine thou from being rich but now I'm all for it My man saw it like Dionne Warwick A wiser team, for a wiser dream we could all score with The cartel Argentina coke with the nina Up in the hotel, smoking on sessamina Trina got the fishscale between her The way the b- shook her ass yo the dogs never seen her She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins B- blow me while hopping in the drop-top BM Word is bond son, I had that b- down on my sh- like this Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something Growing up project-struck, looking for luck dreaming Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing Cars, Ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans G'n, heard about them old timers OD'n Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady Worshipping every word them rope rocking niggas gave me The street raised me up, giving a fuck I thought Jordan's and a gold chain was living it up I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts everybody Cut out of class, just to smoke blunts and drink naughty Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money With all the gun play, painting the kettle black hungry A case of beers in the staircase I wasted years Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career But I'm a rebel stressing, to pull out of the heat no doubt With Jeeps tinted out, spending never holding out Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big G's Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something "Yeah nigga, what?" "Oh, sh-!" "Queensbridge, boy, what? Yo, what?" "Yo, they shot dun, dawg!" "Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a f-" "Look! We on his back right now We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!" "I want some more n-, come on!" "Yo, come on run, yo!" "Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!" "Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!" "Yo, I twisted that kid, right?" "Yeah the hell you did, man" "Yo why you-" "Yo, yo, come on though" (Oh, sh-) "Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo" "You think somebody peeped that?" "Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o- Get rid of the heat, yo!" "F- that!" "Get rid of the heat, yo" "C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon" "We gotta bounce, yo!" "Let's bounce!"

Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley Of course with me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney Brazilian candy, from Miami Masseuse, wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion Hate rap, told me where she get cake at She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer Tries to be a mother when she gets a chance to Left her husband alone to raise they son, he's in pampers Modeled for a year, got her bachelors degree 33, recovering from plastic surgery Went from 34B to 36 double D Met her in San Diego at tha Super Bowl party Had the Henny, sipped it up with Terrell Davis MVP, we flicked it up from Sports Illustrated I was silked out, flossing with Stoute, he had the gators When she walked in, she lit up the room like Las Vegas Terrell said her man's a fullback for the Raiders A drunk who'd fuck cheerleaders and wind up in the papers It's easy to get the pussy, just don't fall in love Next thing you know I'm hugged up with this bitch in the tub Palm Springs, Al Capone's Suite washing her feet Is this love? Somebody's wife fucking a thug Hitting it raw, tasting it, wilding out of my character Taping it, Tyra Banks face with Faiths lips Giving head like she knew me for years Pillow talk, she let out tears, told me bout her husbands affairs Millions she would get if his neck got slit She rolled the equality, then passed the la to me Told me 'bout her man's life insurance policy He stays on the golf course, wears Le Coq Sport Evenings he drinks his wines on his private resort You can take him there, here go the keys, you can slip in the rear Chop a nigga up, yo, meet me somewhere So we can make more money, then you could ever see rapping Split the cash and move to Venezuela, adapting P-11's, ACP shells for blasting Caught him with his spanish maid He had a lighter with a can of spray, burning her legs She tied to the bed, sex S&M, sadomasochistic Sadistic, yoked her from behind, blew him out exsistance His maid cried "No", lucky she was blindfold Naked with mad burn marks all on her thighs, yo Twelve point five million, he kept his funds In the Lloyd's of London, goes to his wife and his children Yo, I thought "What if shorty gets scared, electric chair's all I envision All she'll probably get is psychiatric supervision" I switched the plan, the maid flied to Switzerland Fake ID, forged his wife name, catch the next flight The same night, headed to Spain, nice game Now we're back to where we meet again Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley Of course with me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney Top down, night air blow her hair Sky black, stars glow, the face on the moon stare Fastlane on the nine-five, honey laughs about the cash Took a blast out of her coke bag Snorted it, started screaming "Yo, we almost crashed!" Earlier I took the coke out, replaced it with crushed up glass Her head nodded down to her chest, slowly she fell asleep Overwhelmed by greed, put to death

Mmm (Hit-Boy) OG talk, project halls 40 Side where a nigga seen it all (for real, for real) I can send niggas a slide, I'd rather show them the ropes Integrity matters the most, I gave the hood hope Damn, I gave the hood classics Something to open your mind, instead of going out crashing How was you real when you hate the real? My nigga, I'm simply asking Can't just talk about the plan, you gotta put it in action Ain't no pity party for yourself You gotta get up, rise for your wealth Can't spend all that time in your feelings Tryna sympathize with yourself (for real, for real) Don't nobody owe you, ain't nobody holding you back (woo) You stuck in illusions, attached to something that ain't even that South Beach, Nassau, Amalfi, Maldives, same beach Unless you are after something most men just can't see Shorty off the block, shorty off the runway, same freak (for real, for real) We all got the access to open doors like we share the same key OG talk A lot of things go down like incarceration You know, crime, drugs, violence Outta all of this you gotta look for the positive OG talk OG Talk (OG talk) project halls (project halls) 40 Side where a nigga seen it all (seen it all, for real, for real) I can send niggas a slide (slide) I'd rather show them the ropes (ropes) Integrity matters the most (most) I gave the hood hope (hope) Damn, niggas really got it jumping They finally gave Nas a Grammy, just front me the gold That wasn't the goal First clip was a warning shot, nigga, we spinning back up the road Through the boroughs, pull up our Rolls Empty this bitch and reload (for real, for real) When you been in it this long, it's gon' look like it's magic Only island that my niggas knew was Rikers or Staten (LI) You get your first V12, tap the pedal then stab it Get your first ten milli', watch that shit like a habit (for real, for real) OG Talk, shout out 41st side Jackson Heights, Flushing, Elmhurst (right) Keep your blicky, you know how the streets work (for real, for real) Seen too many of us die over the turf OG talk (OG talk) project halls (project halls) 40 Side where a nigga seen it all (seen it all, for real, for real) I can send niggas a slide (slide) I'd rather show them the ropes (ropes) Integrity matters the most (most) I gave the hood hope (hope) 'Til then We gon' be thugging behind the project building (for real, for real) Plotting on our way that we can make a million, a billion Until then, we gon' be thugging

(Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) It's sort of like the conclusion to Color Purple Niggas is losing, confusion, with one-time on pursuit moves in Grabbing niggas up in this movement to rule shit Cop versus the block, shorties is schooled quick Lesson number one, if you're arrested and hung Where niggas is from, gotta keep a lid on your tongue It's like silent murder, I hit blunts hard like Ray Mercer The violent words of a Prince in a Palace of Persia The cognac plurger, plus the trees But who's the foul one to make his nose take a freeze? And got enough gall to rock ice in all hype Used to be a general, but just lost his stripe Pipe dreams and white fiends and all-nighters Collect calls from lifers, Astoria wars with Cypress Since I got a problem with the law-writers I kick some more items just to explore horizons The palm lady dreamt of this day So I'ma play the crib close, smokin' with the big toast and lay (Silent, silent, murder) They say the arms of Nicky Barnes would be enough to blast A lot of rich niggas fell and started pumping gas Was it the mind of CIA that bumped off Malik Shabazz? Fuck what they teach in class, I'ma reach the mass Strap up, no back-up, it's jungle tactics Living practice, out-of-line niggas get smacked backwards So wear it if the cap fits, folded up money and mad clips Are stacked right under my mattress To smoke a nigga like a Hughes Brothers motion picture Niggas getting open, crews roping older niggas April fools, they laugh, the jokes on the benches Seeds outside, my nigga spoke on his sentence (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent) (Silent, silent, murder) My right-handers never play too close to cameras It's night time, scandalous, circle the loud gamblers Peace-making niggas pep talk The Beast making niggas walk off the hot avenues with they brew Time to get this loot countless 'Cause, son, it ain't no youth fountains Niggas take cash and shoot, bounce and Pakistanis are took hostage Locked up inside a linen closet, known for spending pies up What's the flavor when your neighbors do Jake favors? Locking real niggas down and letting fake players Roam around the projects, it's lyrical logic I dilute, then we can inject the right composite When plotting on murderous schemes It seems, I'm ghostly called by the essence of Queens The palm lady dreamt of this day So I'ma play the crib close, smokin' with the big toast and lay (Silent, silent, murder) (Silent, silent, murder) And Cain killed his brother Abel (silent) When God accepted Abel's offering and not his (murder) Abel's offering showed (silent) that Cain was not giving his best to God (murder) And Cain's jealous anger drove him to murder (silent, murder) Drove him to murder (silent, silent, murder)

Crime, life, bitches, money, time For my Braveheart's, my Braveheart's Uh, uh, uh, what, what, what? One time, two times From 'Breaking Atoms' to 'Illmatic', to goin' platinum Shit did change course since rippin' it with Main Source Nine-one, nine-two, time flew Out of the blue, time for a new young king to rule Younger frame, older state of mind Find my name on a page in your Qu'ran, I learned that, in '89 When I was slingin' cocaine and baby 9's Put it in rap and I gave ya'll a way to rhyme God guides us, from public assistance to high rises Condos, houses where y'all can't find us Move on your cliques in silence, and wet it up My meal everyday was a slice and 7-Up Took advice from a street legend Identities have been changed, to protect the innocent Witnessin' niggaz mistakes, visits at niggaz wakes 'Cause jealousy infiltrates and seals your fate Look way deep inside yourself Discover the diamond inside, find ya wealth Once you get it, you gotta live it the limit Niggaz never wanna see you with it, fuck them tho' Niggaz can't come close enough to touch the dough The lifestyle I live is untouchable So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew 'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do Different ways to come out the hood, in cuffs or a casket Or crazy, or shootin' three pointer baskets Or maybe, it's the rap shit, all type of tactics We use to get dough, some choose kickin' in doors I asked a reverend, my mother and a best friend Less than ten years ago for me to get dough What ya'll recommend is either dope weed or blow 'Cause high school was slow, and jewelry was hot Duckin' truancy cops, trains I hopped, to make it downtown Cisco in my veins, pissed between trains Canal Street, just lookin' at rings Outside through a glass, went in the store and asked how much it cost Korean man brushin' me off For some other big time customer, probably a hustler Who looked down at my small chain and chuckled up I said, "I'll be just like you soon, motherfucker what?" Look way deep inside yourself Discover the diamond inside, find ya wealth Once you get it, you gotta live it the limit Niggaz never wanna see you with it, fuck them tho' Niggaz can't come close enough to touch the dough The lifestyle I live is untouchable So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew 'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do To them niggaz who get life and throw a smile at the judge Wildest thugs, who blow trial, exiled from the hood Keepin' bitches, comin' through on visits You will survive, them weak freaks think you finished You first time in, you known for poppin' your toast By your third year in you, forgotten by most Niggaz wife cut them out of they life, niggaz don't write Friends actin' like they don't be gettin' your kites It be ill, niggaz comin' home and no time to get killed Not even home a month and they get peeled Backwards in they own backyard or in the park One to the head, two to the heart, you should be smart in the projects Who gon' die next? Hoodrats know who let the gats blow and who keep cashflow Like the niggaz know the rats, with some good asshole Blunts be a good-ass roll while passin' your 'dro Look way deep inside yourself Discover the diamond inside, find ya wealth Once you get it, you gotta live it the limit Niggaz never wanna see you with it, fuck them tho' Niggaz can't come close enough to touch the dough The lifestyle I live is untouchable So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew 'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do Feel me? One time, huh, two times, uh, uh, uh What, what, what? Uh, uh, uh

Yeah Yeah Literally rich, this Nas, sick Still woulda hit a enemy with a TEC in nine-six Exotic material on the neck and fly whips I was fresh out the 'jects, decked out to death Y'all witnessed it, I could fill you with real millionaire shit Escargot, my car fresh from the dealership Esco alias, my escrow grow daily It's the freshest Air Max wearer, yes Ejaculatory depression after sex And that mean after I nut, don't touch me, no questions Unless she's a restless spirit then I can heal it Spend a lot of time together, I know her feelings But you fightin' what the essence of a woman is I respect you, my love's limitless But what are you becoming? You wanna be the man or the woman? Play your position Mornin' or night I'm lickin' the pudding ain't I? Since my days of St. Ides Pullin' out box cutters to bang opps who ain't us To Bentley Continentals, see the man I is Hand-to-hand hustlers always claiming they ran The Brizz The big homies don't approve that Felt and Dirty Red fundin' RK but where was you at? We all tried to move crack Nowadays I'm just showing my age The new goons hardly heard of these legendary names, it's strange The Bridge rappers influenced me, son But if I was in the Juice Crew, we woulda won No disrespect 'less disrespect served to me You a gangsta groupie, gassin' niggas to murder me, nigga? Who I'm reppin'? 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family And that's word to Yammy, yeah Deep roots, I ain't have to fake it yet Old solid tree branches ain't breakin' yet A vet Get rich project niggas Billionaire mindset niggas Know you know my set, niggas 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family Get rich project niggas Billionaire mindset niggas Know you know my set, niggas (Yeah, yeah, yeah) 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family I got the je ne sais quoi, why bother With girls who like to play keep-away with they toddlers? She started with good intentions like a rich pastor Bitch was bad, turned from good thing to disaster Takes forever to build a rep, one second to lose it She put her neck in a noose, snapped it Hangin' on every word she heard come outta cougar mouth, super foul Play your cards right, deuces wild, salute my pals Fathers all around the board goin' through it She got lobster appetites, lots of habits Like frontin' when she need apartment deposits Here's something, get you a starter But pardon my pimpin', I don't sponsor I don't by cars, I coach you to win, know what? If you broke and your man don't teach you, get rid of him Who I'm reppin'? 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon, still And that's word to Will, for real Get rich project niggas Billionaire mindset niggas Know you know my set, niggas 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family Get rich project niggas Billionaire mindset niggas Know you know my set, niggas 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family Shout to Draws, Spanky, Black Ed, Hands Shout to Shabazz, Wewop and Harvey Rest in glory TJ Killa Black, rest in glory Shout to all the young legends we losin' too soon Yeah

Get yours nigga Cuz I'mma get mine In due time Everybody gotta shine Get yours, I spray nines I say this one time The last time, I swear to y'all I'm from where The dope fiends is at And killas crawl And snitches call police All these niggas and street Corners everybody's like Smokin' marijuana and Snuffin' niggas in faces & startin' drama and Shootin' niggas in cold blood, just kill 'em, so what With the fo' pound go nuts Betta slow up Before you get your ass blown up Nigga never gonna grow up Drinkin' the Henney But he know he gonna throw up Tryin' to make crack sales What it look like? The future for a black male Don't want to make my momma cry On a front page for a homicide Fly whips, all I wanted to drive Where chicks get blunted & ride Do 105 in the fast lane And a fast pace chasin' the papas Spendin' chips on big chains And the dimes that give brains That was a 80's and 90's thing Now I'm into big things I ain't fuck with you Now I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man Cuz now I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna rhyme wit you Cuz now I'm into big things You know I can't do that shit no more Now I'm into big things Nah, I can't fuck with you I'm into big things Nah, I ain't gonna stand on the corner I'm into big things Now the talk is small talk I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things When I started this All I wanted was cars and cribs Like other rap artists but Do I know where I'm goin' to? Can I forget when I came from? I be showin' you Another style I'mma flow for you Can I make somethin' wild I can throw for you, flow for you Make it bi-coastal Take it to heights That some of y'all can't come close to? Some of y'all Want to talk like hoes Worse than bitches And when y'all niggas see me blow Bet it hurt like stitches No competition I stop and twist 'em Hit 'em like a mafia proposition I'm glad y'all stopped and listen Thinkin' back to when I had not pot to piss in Look up at a nigga now Rocks are glistenin' Can't stop my mission Make anotha LP drop I'm hittin' With the new shit exclusive No time to get caught up in a crime I ain't have shit to do with Used to chase the hoes Now I chase the dough Is y'all bitches gonna help me get paper? No! I go past y'all Y'all got the glass jaw And when I hit it, admit it Y'all on ya ass y'all We on the same team You don't wanna pass the ball Chuck and gunnin' for dough You want to score But you really don't know how to to ball I put you on It was me that introduced you to wealth Crossin' me Is like shootin' yourself Wanna blow so fast now do it yourself You ain't shit now You was so ill, why you never came out Where ya clique now Where you sit now In the back seat Mad cuz I flip styles And I pack heat Make you run laps Like a pro athlete An' I done that From my experiences I appear relentless Take more time Just to hear my sentence I'mma tell you what's real An' what could stop you from makin' a mil You could prevent this When niggas don't see eye to eye to you Lie to you Wanna get high wit you Want to eat food off of your labor And take food off your table Cuz they don't see your vision Don't understand your mission Is to make history While you here How long you plan on livin' Not for forever At least to 140 Pray for me I'm tryin' to eat Like the niggas who bought Motown off Berry Gordy Good God Nigga I'm tired of games I'm into big things Gotta get my life together man Cuz now I'm into big things Now the talk is small talk Cuz now I'm into big things I'm into big things The big things The big things Man we already did that Now I'm into big things No time to get sidetracked Now I'm into big things Get money now besides that Some more big things I'm into big things The big things The big things

America the beautiful, gangsta's paradise For a black man to be rich You say we sacrifice our own family members Like we're not savvy enough to make outstanding figures And ain't nobody in no cult I give so much, financially give away But there's an aspect of that that's crippling to us today Still coping and dealing with my environment as a kid I trust no one today because what someone in my past did King, gotta learn to let it go and move forward King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing King, I started sayin' "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest" And after that, it took off like fire, peace, King Took it from a street dude, you don't need to be a street dude Get a lawyer, read your contract, and eat food Become Roberta Flack or Lionel When you catch flack, that mean they got they eye on you Produce great results, they start to lie on you Is it love for a Queens dude in Supreme shoes Or did the street code expire with these dudes? Especially now, I don't expect you to bow, but stand Creating jobs, named my venture from after the land I came from, that's unheard of A hood that's known for murder now doing mergers The streets is a lie Don't believe these dudes, jail or death is all you get They tell you never move, but when they get money, they split King, gotta learn to let it go and move forward King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing King, I started saying "Peace King" On my song "The Flyest" (Peace King) And after that, it took off like fire They hardly happy for you, keep doing what you do You can't please everybody, and not everybody is you Don't try to force a square peg in a round circle That shit'll hurt you Don't try to fit in either, you're better off with neither Few veteran speakers get medicine when you need it Especially when we all need knowledge instead of sneakers Stop hangin' on to childhood trauma, it defeats us Our challenge is holding ourselves back, I hope you felt that Queen, gotta learn to let it go and move forward King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing King, I started saying "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest" And after that, it took off like fire, peace, King

What up kid? I know shit is rough doing your bid When the cops came, you shoulda slid to my crib Fuck it, black, no time for looking back it's done Plus congratulations, you know you got a son I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flippin', talk about he acts too rough He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff I was like, "Yeah", shorty don't care, she a snake too Fuckin' with the niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo', guess who got shot in the dome-piece Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones beach, it's bugged Plus little Rob is selling drugs on the dime Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's And night time is more trife than ever What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together? If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my nigga when push came to shove (One what?) One love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York, the same shit is goin' on The crack-heads stalkin', loud-mouths is talkin' Hold, check out the story yesterday, when I was walkin' The nigga you shot last year tried to appear like he hurtin' somethin' Word to mother, I heard him frontin' And he be pumpin' on your block Your man gave him your Glock And now they run together, what up son? Whatever Since I'm on the streets, I'ma put it to a cease But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Wilin' on the island, but now in Elmira Better chill, 'cause them niggas will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said, they tried you in the showers But maintain when you come home, the corner's ours On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the next V-I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent ya flicks Your brother's buck wilin' in four Maine, he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home I'll play it low key So stay civilised, time flies Though incarcerated, your mind dies I hate it when your moms cries It kinda wants to make me murder, for reala I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack Mind's in another world thinkin' "How can we exist through the facts?" Written in school text books, Bibles, etcetera Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed So I be ghost for my projects I take my pen and pad for the weekend Hittin' Ls while I'm sleepin' A two-day stay, you may say I need the time alone To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home You see the streets have me stressed somethin' terrible Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue Or HDM, hit with numbers from eight to ten A future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop Rollin' two phillies together, in the Bridge we call 'em "oo-wops" He said, "Nas, niggas cold be bustin' off the roof So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tres-deuce" He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black We was chillin' on these benches where he pumped his loose cracks I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard Keeps me blasted, he starts talkin' mad shit I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him 'Cause when the pistol blows the one that's murdered be the cool one Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up At the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleed Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul Only 12 trying to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose, wipin' the blunts ash from my clothes Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose Words of wisdom from Nas, try to rise up above Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love

Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world It's a new world, it's a new world Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world Yo, celebrate the new life New ways to make money New ways to break dummies Forge they name and take money Computers ain't that smart Whatever man built could be taken apart Anything new can get old Like dudes started rockin' platinum, some stopped wearin' gold Solar-energized rides, no steering wheel, tell it how to drive No propellers in the sky Airplanes like many rockets Waitin' lists for the rich to get tickets to visit Mars While the poor people starve, computers takin over they jobs A man's forced to live off land Now it's back to the caveman era When we made fire, by two sticks rubbin' together The truth is, many are too scared of new data America Online, cut off, see you later Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin' A new way to play, a new way a livin' Cash is the past, a new way a spendin' New life for man, children, and women Welcome to the new world, new beginnin' A new way to play, a new way a livin' Cash is the past, a new way a spendin' New life for man, children, and women Yo, the new Mike Tyson's Roy Jones Bill Clinton's the new JFK, without the hole in his dome The new Don Trump is Bill Gates Not because his occupation, it's 'cause we respect his cake And cake mean his stock, net gross Young kids step it up, go for the most New cameras in police cars taking pictures New hustlers getting new street figures And US embassies overseas Almost every foreign country's under siege Covertly starting wars, CIA, NAVY Seals Commit larcenies that be worth over mil's Oil in the earth spills Girls blow they body up, birth control pills African's pick diamonds out a dark caves Then we wear it on our necks just so we can light up the stage Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin' A new way to play, a new way a livin' Cash is the past, a new way a spendin' New life for man, children, and women Welcome to the new world, new beginnin' A new way to play, a new way a livin' Cash is the past, a new way a spendin' New life for man, children, and women Say goodbye to the brainwashed Say goodbye to the young kids who not smart Say goodbye to the toasters and Pop-Tarts Yo, it's real Swallow a little pill, there's a four-course meal Say hello to the one world Say hello to the sky, something's out there watching you and I More enticing than Star Trek, StarTec phones Your genes and DNA is used to make clones You got CD-Rom, everything operates by computers Then what happens when circuit breaks Y2K's the big scare Scientists say we ain't prepared What I feel is contrary Alexander Graham Bell made telephones, yes But now we request for your e-mail address I might be old fashioned, stuck in my ways But nothing make me more happier than seeing today Yo, welcome to the new world, new beginnin' A new way to play, a new way a livin' Cash is the past, a new way a spendin' New life for man, children, and women Welcome to the new world, new beginnin' A new way to play, a new way a livin' Cash is the past, a new way a spendin' New life for man, children, and women Welcome to the new world, new beginnin' A new way to play, a new way a livin' Cash is the past, a new way a spendin' New life for man, children, and women Welcome to the new world, new beginnin' A new way to play, a new way a livin' Cash is the past, a new way a spendin' New life for man, children, and women It's a new world It's a new world It's a new world

Uh... Pacino life, G a roll, casino dice At the Mirage, Vegas strip, neon lights Gamblers, puffin' cigars, couples and stars Flashin' cameras, dealers, shufflin' cards Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it's odd 'Cause I'm the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob I never hang out, when we do we bust the .45 'Cause shells comin' back at us while we jump in the ride Flyin', duckin', our bitches in the club cluckin' Tellin' my wife who I was dancin' with like I was fuckin' Flew back, Monday evening from Nevada where the sun was beamin' To the concrete jungle of cement Limousine's from LaGuardia airport, sleepin' Told my dogs peace, kept it movin', I was beat when Got to my crib, where the hell my keys went? Ringin' the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low My baby's, drop Mercedes is parked, I creep around yo To the back, she must be inside and can't hear Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin' her hair I walked in through the back door entrance Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense Chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses And lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands Somethin' swingin' on the ceiling fan, I stopped it Swingin' slower and slower On the last swing I saw it was a G-string and heard laughin' Thought about my nine-side Glock but somethin' made me disregard it Started my way up to where the noise and music was at Froze, I couldn't react Bedroom door opened a crack, seen wifey layin' with some nigga Mumblin' shit, he had one hand on her ass And she was rubbin' his dick, toastin' wine glasses Cherry scented candles was lit, couldn't handle the shit Searchin' for words I found none, without a sound I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun Now I'm out buggin', whylin', what I'm gon do? Call my man Horse, meet me outside, I'm comin' through I thought you loved me I thought you cared for me I thought you needed me Did you believe in me? I thought you loved me I thought you cared for me I thought you needed me Did you believe in me? Got up with Horse, showed a look on my face was mad lost I ain't know whether to cry or just, try to laugh it off "Son you home early -- they wiped you out that quick?" I said, "Nah," showed him the plastic with nine in the clip Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway I said, "Bet you'll never guess in a million years What I just saw happenin' -- and probably still is Snuck in my crib - some nigga fuckin' my wiz I saw dem, they ain't see me, I ducked and I slid I'ma grab shorty, I need you to grab the nigga for me" Just when I thought I found love, she shitted on me Shopped in Vegas, a present, for our engagement 20 G's on a ring I would have hit her today with My surprise couldn't match the one she had for me We pulled up, he was walkin' out the house backwardly Parked in the back of my house, they couldn't see us Ran to the side of my house, cocked the heater Walked to the front when I talked he had jumped Bitch tried to slam the door shut, got caught in Horse foot Shot the Spanish kid in the rib, drug him in Grabbed her face, say goodbye to your undercover friend One between the eye, she's died, by mistake Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face Heard somebody knock -- Horse helped me hide the bodies Heard si-rens, I guess we goin' out we out like kamikazes We surrounded, red lights flashin', who's inside? Came out a bullhorn, I'm contemplatin' suicide Horse asked me for the MAC, he gave me dap, one love Cocked the strap, then he ran out the back Mad shots couldn't tell what was goin' on Sat on the floor near my dead girl, put her in my arms Pulled her ring out my pocket I was savin' Put it on her ring finger cocked the Glock, and started prayin' To Muhammad and Allah, the most beneficial Through you, all things are possible, I know you're listenin' I never meant for this to happen, I never dreamed This'd be my fate, such a grotesque, murder scene On that note, same time, the cops busted in Kissed my lady, her blood on my lips, I said "Amen" Put the nine to my head, pulled the hammer, held her close Squeeze the toast, said to her, "Now unto God, we elope" . We elope (Stupid fucking niggers)

[Man laughing] [Verse 1: Nas] I had bad chicks that blow cum bubbles like bubblegum Plus they ass lick, summer house be sippin' rum Layin' lazy in the recliner, couple days In my ashtray, smoke signals from the haze I stick my finger through it, the ring of smoke broke That symbolize weak guys, pop the strong link off The infrastructure caves in, amazin' I ain't have to read The Art of War to slay men Serve niggaz, bird niggaz speakin' reckless When their momma love the kid's records I made You gutless, you don't know struggle Throw a couple slugs at you, hell grabs you Nail stabs a hand of the Nasirine I carried the cross to help you afford that plasma screen Gave you chumps a path to walk, hold my hand I'ma guide you like the OG, but don't talk, don't get it confused 'Cause none'a y'all can fit in my shoes Y'all made of chemicals, artificial actions God'll forgive you bastards Only if you repent to the Nazareth Savage [Verse 2: Nas] I squeeze nipples like pimples to get the puss, get it? Form a crew, swallow forty cal' bullets after dinner's finished Wash it down with a shot of tequila, pocket full'a scrilla Can't come close to, Francis Copala, Samson -- no Delilah You're pint-sized, I'm mic's eyes with the gladiator tattoos on it You scared to look too long at, sit on a don's lap Tell you a story shorty, spicy like lories Chickenheads and orgies, criminals that draw heat in their late forties Drug habits, love grabbin' kids up like yours Sendin' you a picture of them in their drawers with black eyes Savage guys, you hire Magnum PI's to bag up my guys Said you was a thug with a good disguise, try to protect your cabbage You're runnin' from the Nazareth Savage [Verse 3: Nas] Son's backward flows, they say mine is very scary Smell fear like a canine that finds buried babies And all of y'all wear that same aroma How to blow on your eighth LP, I'll show ya You're wack nigga, face it In the history of the game, you have no placement Liquor and weed just massacred their mind, or thee celebrity Or they couldn't change with time, so now they run they mouth But when the sun go south, them comes come out My cavalry woulda been threw ten in your skin Casualty you don't wanna be, don't want it with me Straight savage

Uh-huh, yeah Uh-huh, yeah Talk to me Talk to me, yeah Ladies love cool Nas with a tight fade And I ain't make it past the ninth grade And I ain't need to have one diamond to bag a dime (yeah) And I ain't need a dollar to holler I made her mine (yeah) A rich dude' wife stayed on my block talking to me Like she ain't scared to get knocked, and she wore all this jewelry What she see in me? She look like Sheila E She looked like she could be ten years older easily Her name was - oh well, I don't kiss and tell But she must've ran her mouth 'cause every time me and her man cross paths (what's that?) It's tension in the air he probably doin' the math Late night, she ventin' to me, say he doin' her bad And I ain't feel a way about it (yeah) Told her pray about it When I crush and she go back home, I hate the silence Writin' in my notepad flippin' through soul samples Not knowin' I could get caught in a whole scandal A serious situation we all go through (Yeah, we all go through) we all go through A serious situation we all go through We all, we all (uh-uh, it's too serious) I ain't have to drive a Rolls and I took off her clothes I ain't have to have a house and I was strippin' her down (yeah) I was switchin' 'em out (yeah) Ig'nant amounts (yeah) I guess that's how I was movin' can't say I was proud Since the days of public school when I was a scruffy dude I ran with the troubled youth (yeah), had shorties in love, it's true Many had got jealous before I was top sellin' Before I had touched a million (okay), few niggas caught feelings Few niggas bought pussy Few of 'em bought gifts And I ain't do none of that, she blew me a soft kiss (mwah) But now she want something more, I'm ready to call it quits The one I'm with right now, who I'm gettin' lost in A serious situation we all go through (Yeah, we all go through) we all go through A serious situation we all go through (When I risk it all for you) A serious situation we all go through (Yeah, we all go through) we all go through A serious situation we all go through Anything could happen now that you're my baby Yeah, I be gripping on you crazy Haven't we all I was havin' a ball Oh, yeah Serious situation we all go through Damn, mami, you sexy, I love the thickness I'd bite you too Don't act like that with a back like that, uh

As we enter Come now, we take you on the biggest adventure Must be dementia That you ever thought you could touch our credentials What's the initials? Q.B., Jamrock, the lyrical official Send out the order, laws and the rituals Burn candles, say prayers, paint murals It is truth, we big news, we hood heroes Break past the anchor, we come to conquer Man a badman, we no play Willy Wonka And I got the guns, I got the ganja And we could blaze it up on your block if you wanna Or haze it up, stash-box in a Hummer Or you could run up and get done up Or get somethin' that you want none of Unlimited amount you collect from us Direct from us, street intellectuals And I'm shrewd about decimals And my man'll speak Patois, and I can speak rap star Y'all feel me even if it's in Swahili Habari Gani, Mzuri Sana Switch up the language, I move through Ghana Salute and honor, real revolution rhymers Rhythm piranhas like two Obamas, unfold the drama Word is out, hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr. Gong gonna turn it out Body the verse until they scream "murder" out The kings is back, time to return the crown Who want it? Tuck your chain when dude comin' Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your jewels on it, you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it Queens to Kingston Gunshot we use and govern the kingdom Rise of the Winston, I can see the fear up in your eyes Realize you can die any instant And I can hear the sound of your voice When you must lose your life like mice in the kitchen Snitchin', I can see him pissin' on hisself And he's wettin' up his thighs and he tryin' to resist it Switch it, I can smell him diggin' up shit like a fly Come around and be persistent That's how you end up in a hit list In a bad man business No evidence, crime scene fingerprint-less Flow effortless, casual like the weekends No pressure when we're comfy and decent We set this off beastin', huntin' season And, frankly speakin' Word is out, hysteria, you heard about Nas and Jr. Gong came to turn it out Body the verse until they scream "murder" out The kings is back, time to return the crown Who want it? Tuck your chain when dude coming Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your jewels on it, you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it Word is out, hysteria you heard about Nas and Jr. Gong came to turn it out Body the verse until they scream "murder" out The kings is back, time to return the crown Who want it? Tuck your chain when dude coming Renegades that'll peel you back like new hundreds Bet your jewels on it, you don't want to lose on it Either move on or move on it

My niggaz got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fullys Brat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel Rats get their tails snapped and trapped The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria Dreams of fallin' in the elevator, passin' floors Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards gettin' sprayed up Sabotagin' my makeup, my watches get laced up Even if they indicted Jacob Forensics, Paramedics carry cowards off Defibrillators shock to your chest, try to cough They die and hit Hell from an iron I'm flyin', wire or cell, I'm paid from this shit Got bitches high as hell, and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist They get sent to your hotel, a maid and a shit Put a barrel in a capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out You a kid, you don't live what you rap about King poetic, too many haters to count Too much paper to count, QB bitch Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (my own strength nigga) Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn (that's what I'm scared of) Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet Thinkin' 'bout which nigga to target You kill a nigga today, he lives forever So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no Martyrs Black Tec on the table, Mag .44 Black negligee on my bitch, she's at the door Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar You niggaz fish-made, y'all niggaz is fifth grade, niggaz It's fifty ways to dissect the General If I give ya the top five, you will not survive Rule 1, cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue Rule 2, thought ya knew don't fuck with God's Son Rule 3, see, matter fact, I just wait If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive Each one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive Like y'all ain't in agreement wit Nas Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (my own strength nigga) Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn (that's what I'm scared of) Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength From crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses laced in riches Cake ridiculous from nickel and dimin' to trickin' them diamonds Vegas, places in Switzerland From non-blastin' to auto, I don't have to blast mine They blast mine, black nine, you flatline, my cash climb, buy rare art Antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases Five-star restaurant eaters Don't forget who your peeps is 'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you Only if they grind with you or slang for ya Seen niggaz live, laugh, party and die in that very same corner Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl Once even gave me a phobia that I be in a spot trapped Like Madame Zenobia's with this kid eyein' my Rolly, y'all Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn (my own strength nigga) Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn (that's what I'm scared of) Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength There it is QB bitch, yeah QB bitch, yeah, yeah QB bitch

Speak without thinkin' Speak without speakin' Feel without reachin' That's what it's about It's about that inner, inner love Ya'knaw'mean? God love us hood niggaz 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz And the killers, God love us good niggaz 'Cause on the streets is the hood niggaz And I know he feel us God love us hood niggaz 'Cause he be wit us in the prisons and he take time to listen God love us hood niggaz 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz But he forgive us He who has ears, let him hear and he who has sight, let him see He who has life, let him be, see everything goes through change Those who know don't talk and those who talk don't know a thing Men are born soft and turn tough Dead lay a stiffened heart, I've been kissed by God I've been hurt, I've been marked for death, almost ripped apart By the beast but he missed his mark Alone in the dark my thoughts had sparked up When I saw my body on the floor, from above I watch it all Yo, it came to me, the pain in me Many slain empty skulls where a brain should be It strangely seemed like it was a dream But the sirens had never woke me Only reason I'm here now is 'cause God chose me And to me, I'm only just a crook nigga But God love us hood niggaz God love us hood niggaz 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz And the killers, God love us good niggaz 'Cause on the streets is the hood niggaz And I know he feel us God love us hood niggaz 'Cause he be wit us in the prisons and he take time to listen God love us hood niggaz 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz But he forgive us Day by day, by day I sit back and pray My thugs get packed away in a maxi-cage They pass away, they went off the casket way My gats will spray but that won't bring 'em back today So long my crimies now gone for eternity The team we got left on the set, now turn to me Can't speak, tears in my eyes, revenge in my mind I ride past the church where they got his body and find They takin' him to the hearse to put his body in dirt That's it, pay my respects, wipe my tears with my shirt Now it's time to do work, out of love and retribution As loyalty, he would die for me, no excuses Loadin' clips up, countin' bullets carefully For self though it feels like he was there with me Saw the enemy, I ate him, saw Jakes behind me They ain't knock me, it's obvious that God's watchin' me God love us hood niggaz 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz And the killers, God love us good niggaz 'Cause on the streets is the hood niggaz And I know he feel us God love us hood niggaz 'Cause he be wit us in the prisons and he take time to listen God love us hood niggaz 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook niggaz But he forgive us Jealousy in the hood, felonies in the hood Thugs wit guns become celebrities in the hood There was beef in the hood, smoke trees in the hood Little girls have seeds by O.G.'s in the hood It's food in the hood, it's drugs in the hood You can choose if you would, coke to sniff Dope to ooze in your blood, parolees Ex cons live in the hood, it's jobs in the hood You can starve in the hood Your best friends'll fuck your baby moms in the hood But it's good in the hood, I was raised in the hood Was taught how to walk and duck strays in the hood I stays in the hood, got my ways in the hood Learned to play ball closer to NBA in the hood There's AIDS in the hood Our lives are the worst, on top of that, we broke That's the main reason why God love us the most God love us hood niggaz 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook nigga And the killers, God love us good niggaz 'Cause on the streets is the hood niggaz And I know he feel us God love us hood niggaz 'Cause he be wit us in the prisons and he take time to listen God love us hood niggaz 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook nigga But he forgive us God love us hood niggaz 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook nigga And the killers, God love us good niggaz 'Cause on the streets is the hood niggaz And I know he feel us God love us hood niggaz 'Cause he be wit us in the prisons and he take time to listen God love us hood niggaz 'Cause next to Jesus on the cross was the crook nigga But he forgive us

Yo, I want the Langston Hughes and Alex Haley Got blazed before they told stories I'ma get blazed before I tell y'all stories I saw on TV today, this man lost his son, his son died So he had him cremated, took his ashes And then made it to a Diamond ring Now he watches his son shine everyday I just thought about that, while I sit here ashing in this ash tray, yeah The makin' of a mad band, intricate stories of DeVante Swing Ava Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome But Alex was puttin' coke in his nose, **** whylin' Could be a myth but I swear that the source was close, Phyllis Hyman Killed herself, it was crazy, mommy was bad they say Donny Hathaway freefall from a balcony, he swings As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me Did I, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? And will the money and fame out last me? The blunt's ash falls down in the ash tray Will I see my whole life fly past me? I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me Sam trusted Womack with his main lady He tossin' in the grave, like, 'This is how you repay me?' A change gon' come, wish you didn't trust me so much Marvin said, 'No mountain's high enough, fly stuff' David Ruffin was punchin' Tammy Terrell, gave her concussions While the Funk Brothers was layin' down the percussions When Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried Many people said that she was laughin' inside As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me Did I, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? And will the money and fame out last me? The blunt's ash falls down in the ash tray Will I see my whole life fly past me? I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me? John F. Kennedy's, enemies dealt with treachery It interests me, Judy Campbell in Gucci sandals She's what a temptress be, the death of Ennis Cosby, what a mystery Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington, someone is sabotaging them Watch out for the traps Larry Troutman killed his brother Roger Troutman Then he killed himself, that's the end of Zapp And I wouldn't change a thing, mistakes of the greats This is what came from their pain from their hurt we gain An unfair exchange As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? And will the money and fame out last me? The blunt's ash falls down in the ash tray Will I see my whole life fly past me? I'm askin' did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me? Wasn't even allowed to go to the premier Could'ya'believe that?, couldn't go to premier to her joint Man, you know they were strong back then man Blunt from my ash tray, nothin' gon' to live past me, yeah, yeah, yeah

This bitter land Watered with my soul The fruit it bears Leaves me so cold This bitter land Does nothing for love This bitter land Brings pain from above, oh-oh Yeah, running on the concrete across the train tracks The devil is behind me In the ghetto where's you'll find me, it's where I stays at Cop shot us up, he get a medal then retire But it never will define me Write a letter to the president, whoever in control of the society Tell 'em stop riding me, stop driving us into a suicidal ideology Tryna feed my seeds Getting high on weed, study my degrees Stay fly, getting paper With some dead white people faces in the circle of spaces around the green I'ma lean, taking Percs as a bit of Earth Is a nigga cursed? Am I blessed? See what I mean It's a test, life is a test Life is like a hood, hard Trying not to fall between the cracks In the cracks it's so dark, and the dark Seems more appealing than the light in the land Where you gotta fight Catch a body in the night, we need a plan To survive, to survive the land Survive the storm, when it comes through Either you're busy living or busy dying, look what it's come to Look what it's come to, so what you're gonna do? This bitter land is far too real This bitter land, it does not heal Cause in the land skies are grey But we fight the storms that come our way A boy who strives to be a man Must push to lead with all he can Oh, this bitter land Oh, bitter land Oh, oh, oh, oooh This bitter land can't stop my fight This bitter land Look what it's come to So what you gonna do? (My land)

Intro Yes Well its all about the giurls Bounty Well den a two gyal mi have And I am stuck in between. One a hold out like she don't waht glive in. One ah 21, di nedda one a 19. Now one a mi oman, and one a mi queen, One face a rinkle wen mi laundry fi clean. One cannot two get of my ital quizine She surly learnt about my kinhg sized tram One dominat, di nedda one reign supreme. One very kind, di nedda one kindda mean One a rude gyal, di nedda one queaky clean. Tree ah we togedda, dats my ideal dream, One gyal so tight man have to use vasaline, Next gyal so wide she mussi use gasoline Dem deh kind a gyal deh boost ur self esteme Mek you want to built your ownna housinng sceme. Noting nuh change so disapline we a deem. Real buffafol when a no rastafiri regime, Bush bungalow a weh mi dwell wid mi queen Mek dem know tings are not always what them seem. Two jealous oman is a dangerous sceme More time you mussi Double clip magazine Dont mek she find al the old 16 Two a dem a war and start blood up team I juniour gong the gyals dem tangerinze One looking like she couldda be a ballerine Next one delicate she coudda be a figurine, Non a dem start move sideways and lean Repeat 2 x

You never hear a weh the Jr. say See many girls who look so fine And still I'm searching even night and day An can't find a gal who look so lovely You never hear wey the muffin say Trod through the valley of the sweat and tears And still he's searching even night and day Can't find a gal who look so lovely You set the standard for all prestige You're beauty plentiful just like plenty sand on the beach You should a keep in a showcase when guarded by police Me tek ten thousand chariots jus fi reach Well, mi see she blush then she bawl good grief Gwan Jr. Gong you is living masterpiece Well, a so me know she weak under mi speech Mi big up Raggamuffin cause me learn as you teach A the muffin show I and I how fi dress so neat The proper way to behave anytime parents a meet The courteous smile the only way to greet Bon jour madam would you please have a seat A cool beverage or maybe something to eat I said a lady like yourself should not be seen on the street Good thing mi no diabetic cause the way you so sweet Nuff tender touches to sweep the girl off she feet She said my aspect of life is genuinely unique She need a real Raggamuffin to compliment her physique And sing You never hear a weh the Jr. say See many girls who look so fine And still I'm searching even night and day An can't find a gal who look so lovely You never hear wey the muffin say Trod through the valley of the sweat and tears And still he's searching even night and day Can't find a gal who look so lovely Woman I would like to let you know just how this man feel And express myself so the secret reveal Gal me love you like how Georgie love cornmeal I would like the privilege for me and you just fi deal Well, full dedication I'm taking for real You and me was meant to be just like a pedal and wheel You a the treasure everyman want to steal Excellent qualities with cross over appeal Take you on a trip through the West Indies Or maybe me and you can spend some time overseas Well, smile fi awhile then she bawl yes please Gwan Jr. Gong go show your expertise Well, right then and there mi observe wey mi need She's sweet than the honey that we get from the bees Right at my finger tips is to touch and to tease Cause mi de in a di program from mi eye deh a mi knees Ital stew under nuff gungu peas She want a real Raggamuffin to hug and to squeeze You never hear a weh the Jr. say See many girls who look so fine And still I'm searching even night and day An can't find a gal who look so lovely You never hear wey the muffin say Trod through the valley of the sweat and tears And still he's searching even night and day Can't find a gal who look so lovely You never hear a weh the Jr. say See many girls who look so fine And still I'm searching even night and day An can't find a gal who look so lovely You never hear wey the muffin say Trod through the valley of the sweat and tears And still he's searching even night and day Can't find a gal, watch dis You set the standard for all prestige You're beauty plentiful just like plenty sand on the beach You should a keep in a showcase when guarded by police Me tek ten thousand chariots jus fi reach Well, mi see she blush then she bawl good grief Gwan Jr. Gong you is living masterpiece Well, a so me know she weak under mi speech Mi big up Raggamuffin cause me learn as you teach A the muffin show I and I how fi dress so neat The proper way to behave anytime parents a meet The courteous smile the only way to greet Bon jour madam would you please have a seat A cool beverage or maybe something to eat I said a lady like yourself should not be seen on the street Good thing mi no diabetic cause the way you so sweet Nuff tender touches to sweep the girl off she feet She said my aspect of life is genuinely unique She need a real Raggamuffin to compliment her physique You never hear a weh the Jr. say See many girls who look so fine And still I'm searching even night and day An can't find a gal who look so lovely You never hear wey the muffin say Trod through the valley of the sweat and tears And still he's searching even night and day Can't find a gal who look so lovely

Yeah B. Brown, Marley Got a Brown and Marley combination here, y'all Feel it The revolution will be televised, feel me Come on And me and she we trampoose a lot Several mornings she shampoos my locks Always have my back she stand true to dat Real type of loving, thank you for dat Yoh, running barefoot without me shoes and socks 'Cause she keep herself clean mi nah go catch no rash And she love me for real mi nah fi have nah cash And any likkle ting from mi splish she splash Yoh, all this blinging it's like you forgot Use cheddar as the bait den you recruit the rat So we listen couple speech of Martin Luther chat Dennis Brown, Bob Marley and some Super Cat Yoh, seem like she live upside the duko shop 'Cause she don't have a scratch it's only beautiful spot When one duty start is when one duty stop One nine to five, one five to twelve o'clock You see me Beautiful Here we go again My love, you know I will never let you go My love Beautiful Here we go And I remember when we met and we began dating And everything was copacet' and we began mating And then the way mi love her good, she gimme don ratings Becah mi style dem plentiful and ah nuh one way thing And she get belly full and ah nuh pot scrapings And the closer we become the more she gravitating Until we buckle down and there is no escaping Now it typically became an everyday ting Regularly, physically communicating Sexually, scientifically penetrating Until she start spiritually resonating Ah so mi know she real and seh she ah nuh play ting She is the only queen, the king is designating And so mi seal the deal I am negotiating I know it's kinda deep but keep on concentrating 'Cause Jazzy lay di beat and I am clearly stating Beautiful Here we go again My love, you know I will never let you go My love Beautiful Here we go (beautiful) And me and she we trampoose a lot Several mornings she shampoos my locks Always have my back she stand true to dat Me a general and a me trooper dat Yoh, run barefoot without me shoes and socks 'Cause she keep herself clean mi nah go catch no rash And she love me for real mi nah fi have nah cash And any likkle ting from mi splish she splash Hey, all this blinging it's like you forgot Use cheddar as the bait den you recruit the rat So we listen couple speech of Martin Luther chat Dennis Brown, Bob Marley and some Super Cat Yoh, it seem like she live upside the duko shop 'Cause she don't have a scratch it's only beautiful spot When one duty start is when one duty stop One nine to five, one five to twelve o'clock You see me Beautiful Here we go again My love (my love), you know (you know) I will never let you go My love (my love) Beautiful Here we go (here we go) And I remember when we met and we began dating And everything was copacet' and we began mating And then the way mi love her good, she gimme don ratings Becah mi style dem plentiful and ah nuh one way thing And she get belly full and ah nuh pot scrapings And the closer we become the more she gravitating Until we buckle down and there is no escaping Now it typically became an everyday ting Regularly, physically communicating Sexually, scientifically penetrating Until she start spiritually resonating Ah so mi know she real and seh she ah nuh play ting She is the only queen, the king is designating And so mi seal the deal I am negotiating I know it's kinda deep but keep on concentrating 'Cause Jazzy lay di beat and I am clearly stating Beautiful Here we go again My love, you know I will never let you go My love Beautiful Here we go Here we go, beautiful Beautiful My love, you know I will never let you go