[Nas & Big Kap] (Y´all ready for Nas? Queensbridge, y´all ready to see Nasty Nas? Uh huh, they ready) Yeah, word
Got some Rémy Martin And some good-ass cigars, check it out
[Nas] 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-cutter´d 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, semi-automatic 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
[Nas] 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 ´bout 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 it You envy, but don´t offend me 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 90´s Drug dealer car, 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 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, haha...
[Nas] 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 this Since I´m cakin´ up, put funds in my safe, laughin´ And joinin´ 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 them wars, in the streets, cops kickin´ in doors For my team, nigga, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I´m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher For my G´s, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga