[Polow da Don] QB… where the fuck y´all at? Ha... YEAH, let´s go GETS MONEY!
[Nas & (Keri Hilson)] Chain gleamin´, switchin´ lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh) Can´t leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes) So in God´s Son we trust ´Cause they know I´ma give ´em what they want They lookin´ for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero)
[Nas] Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentlemen Crooks & Castle on his back, Maybacher Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor Workin´ like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya And of course I´ve been the boss since back when
Rockin´ D Boy, Fila velour in one-ninety black Benz Now they shut down the stores when I´m shoppin´ Used to be train robbin´, face covered in stockin´ I´m him
[Nas & (Keri Hilson)] Chain gleamin´, switchin´ lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh) Can´t leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes) So in God´s Son we trust ´Cause they know I´ma give ´em what they want They lookin´ for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero)
[Nas] Rubber-grip-holder, reloader
Come at me, I´ma rip your soldiers in half Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag Young, rich and flashy; young bitch, I´m nasty All black clothes ´til ice lay on me so classy And every time I close my lids I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain´t never lived to see Tell them angels open the door for me From nine Berettas and movin´ raw To chillin´ in wine cellars, sticks and humidors That´s what I call mature That´s what I call a G, that´s what I call a pimp That´s what I call a gangsta, to the fullest, shit I try to make more cream By every September 14th, that´s my dream
So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly I can see things more clearly, that´s why they fear me (let´s go!)
[Nas & (Keri Hilson)] Chain gleamin´, switchin´ lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (fresh) Can´t leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (yes) So in God´s Son we trust ´Cause they know I´ma give ´em what they want They lookin´ for a (hero) I guess that makes me a (hero)
[Nas] This universal apartheid, I´m hog-tied, the corporate side Blockin´ y´all from goin´ to stores and buyin´ it
First L.A. and Doug Morris was ridin´ with it But Newsweek article startled big wigs They said "Nas, why is he tryin´ it?" My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winnin´ Forgettin´ Nas the only true rebel since the beginnin´ Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow Try tellin´ Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel They can´t sing what´s in their soul So "Untitled" it is I never change nothin´, but people remember this If Nas can´t say it, think about these talented kids With new ideas bein´ told what they can and can´t spit I can´t sit and watch it, so shit, I´ma drop it Like it or not, you ain´t gotta cop it
I´m a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio No matter what the CD called, I´m unbeatable y´all, let´s go!