Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do Allah
  Fisk full of dollars in a dice game god
  D & D glass cloth Kangols guided by angel with white wings
  Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles thankful
  Gangster see gangster do I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
  Gun on my dresser slang I use upset college professor
  More knowledge than Webster dictionary obituary column plus sign 'em
  the first fake rapper murdered for rhyming
  The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss cheese 'em up
  My wrist is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
  Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers
  But they small as a shanty in a African village
  Soft as cotton candy we assassins and killers
  Let shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your familia
  You screaming like you love war
  
  [Hook: repeat 2X]
  Everybody's crazy
  Somebody's gonna get shot get rob get done get stomp get drop
  Ladies love thugs and my thug love hip hop
  Thugs love ladies and ladies they love hip hop
  
  [Nas]
  Peace fuck you with a fist in your ass
  You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo fag
  You know blood baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em
  8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting
  Cause now Instead of coke rhymes it's laying
  No analog it's digital criminals turned rapper times is changing
  niggaz get flashier houses more plusher
  Bitches giving ass up at ages more younger
  Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a glock they keep squeezing
  Bullets stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing
  I'm light year far your mouth get all white
  when I'm near you I frighten your heart
  I want you to watch me notice stare look closely
  Feel I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you
  Soldiers approach you, you want to squash it, you older than most dudes
  Although Nas did you and your whole crew, but
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Nas]
  I know where niggaz sleep; it's too many schemes too many plots
  War plus money man I got too many spots
  Hungry niggaz get tutored to thinking new shit to come up
  Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up
  Not me your not ready I'm low but I be watching
  We all connected so your man know my man
  Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up
  Beat cases and now niggaz back on the block what
  Bothers is taking secret routes when they drive
  Tinted windows ears to the street stay on their job
  Peep niggaz that go t prices on their head so high
  Their own my will take the contract surprise
  So we play a mental game intimidation
  Got pussy niggaz get pressed up on and paying
  I wish these niggaz would step up wait for the day an
  Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying
  Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the safe
  I got some niggaz with acid get it thrown in your face
  Play dirty catch your moms in J-30
  Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 7:30 now
  
  [Hook]