Featuring noreaga
Nas talking:
Yo nore i just can't understand
What be going through brothers minds man
Know what i'm saying!
You try to tell a brother when he going the wrong way
Try to put him on the right way
He don't wanna hear that though
So you just gotta let a nigga go
(nas)
Death followed'em
Before it swallowed'em whole
It was signs he shoulda read
That was inside of his soul
Niggas light dutchies to'em now, so long
Missa muthafucka, but still
Life goes on
Hope i'm rich on my last day
Clutching some ass,
Niggas say he came and went
Got a nut when he passed, an old man
Laying dead on my bed, wit some young shit
Screaming out freedom
When i slung to her chest
After that chill, be a bitch wit a hex
Every nigga she sex, be the next
Put ta rest
(noreaga)
Yo if you live, you a member in 85
When it was just bats and knives,
Made men and made wives
Things changed, sell the jetta, cop the range
Sending slugs that a leave that ass cripple
As a child had nemia wit out the sickle
N-o-r-e, nore, grand markey
Always wanted to be in this game since biz markie
We fuck it up what
Light dro, throw the chalk up
Ever since crack came in little capsules
We control blocks, rock flat-tops
Had two spots, selling blue tops
Seeing benni cop new rocks
(nas)
Four wheel flow wit the rowdy thugs
Queens out,smoke cali budd
Feened out, my thoughts leak out
I speak out, what's worth dying for
Freedom,respect or both
What's worth ya tears
Being broke or when ya man get smoked
It all depends if you used to having ends in his ceased
Instead of cry, more see,
Whoevers fly in the beef
On the other hand, if it's not ya real fam deceased
And you used to funerals, then it ain't that deep
So when you kep slingin
Me myself, i do my thing in the streets
Since i was young i was anxious to eat
(noreaga)
Yo since a young sibling
Had every flavor timberland
Always had jumpshot, and always dribbling
Yo macarole, jose lay
Like casserole, dolomite type
The jungle low, cut the china white
Come check ya,mix henney wit the nectars
On straight flights while y'all catch connectors,
If it was up to me
The whole world would be comfortably
Since it's not, y'all niggas stay fucked up
I think about y'all too much
And be bankrupt,so nigga get yours, i got mine
So what what
(nas)
Sex and money go togother like techs and nine shells
Swiss cheese you and cover it up like rahswell, cartel
Yo ain't seen no iller regime
The stellarsteen profecy
Project warrior, owns property
Crack is hated, cops get jealous
Cause i stay wit
The 98 temporary plates on my whip
The system think its not right
Arista could fuck a cops awife
Cause i'm on, televisi-on
And live the pop life
I rock mics, make mils
Soundscan sales, one point whatever records
Professionist skills, moneys the root of evil
But it make you happy
Don't wanna shoot my people
But still they might clap me
Cause i talk like dr.malacayork
Play the sidewalk, hold fort
Diamond plate chaiun, gold fort
Get in tune, rich like ricky form silver spoon
Frank lopez crib, elevators and living rooms
(noreaga)
A yo we still in queens
Same place where we used to be
Most people don't see us
Cause we usually out touring
Leave the hood, now the hood boring
Nore, you know me, we regulated
Straight from iraq to qb, affilated
It's like a higher learing
From 99th street down to vernon
Letting our heat burst burning
Like henney wet, throwing up my set
Catch me on the startek
Bout to set the connect
Yo sex,drugs, money and murder
Beers and sex, lands and lex
In the projects
The fourth floor, where we score through our cooker
D's shook up, hit the block
Now you looker!
(nas and noreaga talking)
Nas: it's like the battle will symbolize the war,
And the war symbolize the winners of the battle,
No what i mean, go at ya neck!
Either you in it or you in the motherfucking way baby!
Nore: word up, we analate ya ass!
Nas: queens style, no what i'm saying!
Nore: ish me allah da men a raheem!
Nas: queens style, brooklyn style!
Nore: went from selling cracks to making raps,
To fucking hoodrats!
Nas:lefrak and qb!