[Nas & Snoop Dogg]
If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that´s against me
They the ones stirrin´ up the conflict
Then try to make it out like I´m conflicted

Bitches
East Coast niggas in six-fours hittin´ switches (Shit)
It´s not a conflict of interest
Cuh, them niggas with the business
West Coast niggas rockin´ them Timberlands deep up in them trenches
It´s no difference

[Snoop Dogg]
Neither one play games when swingin´ for them fences
We want the finer things, the shit that´s еxpensive
The shit that hit ´еm either close range or at a distance
If God for me, nigga, why bother?
I got my game from the Godfather (Woof)

Top of the food chain, rock bottom
And handled my business when it was my problem
G shit, nigga flossin´ with a gold chain
I got my Turkish rope with matchin´ gold fangs
Bomber jacker in the winter, it´s a cold game
I met some East Coast niggas up in Spokane (What up?)
Some of the realest niggas in this dope game
I got my curly top, lookin´ like Special Ed
Clean fade on the side, bumpin´ that redhead
Clean tags when I ride, duckin´ the fed-feds
East Coast niggas, they get that bread-bread
You fuck with them niggas, you end up dead-dead
Them West Coast niggas, they leave that lead spread
And now you got bullets all in your dread head

[Nas & Snoop Dogg]

If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that´s against me
They the ones stirrin´ up the conflict
Then try to make it out like I´m conflicted
Bitches
Still tryna fuck the riches
East Coast niggas in six-fours hittin´ switches (Shit)
It´s not a conflict of interest
Cuh, them niggas with the business
West Coast niggas rockin´ them Timberlands deep up in them trenches
It´s no difference

[Snoop Dogg]
Fourth and inches
I´m finna hit a lick and handle business
I got a down bitch, she real vicious

Rock-a-bye baby, no witness
This is not even a conflict
You niggas on nonsense
Niggas die the same way in Brooklyn and Compton
But niggas with that gang-gang, them niggas make a profit
Niggas on top, niggas stay poppin´
Look, see, I was the high school Slick Rick, I was stylin´
Fat gold chain with an African medallion
Hip-hop connoisseur and Rollin´ 20 Crippin´
Rap game real tight, freestyle was magnificent
All about the clout and all about my dividends
Them older niggas couldn´t tell me different
I need a ´round the way girl to let me stick it in
Showtime at the Apollo
I´m drinking OE up out the bottle

Take two swigs and pour out a little liquor for my niggas who won´t live to see tomorrow

[Nas]
If God for me, who could be against me?
I guess all them niggas that´s against me
They the ones stirrin´ up the conflict
Then try to make it out like I´m conflicted