Niggas bit off Nas it, you bit it Niggas bit off Nas shit, Niggas, bit off, Nas if, you bit it, bit it
Niggas bit off Nas it, you bit it Niggas bit off Nas shit, Niggas, bit off, Nas if, you bit it, bit it
You can be a and ride, or a coward and hide Either way you go against me, you still die I got four macs, a few nines, I'm for beef You wanna talk, it about money, then let it be brief
I need a drop for it's a hot, a Hummer for when it's cold An ill attorney's in my corner these fake niggas fold The I kick, fuck with niggas mentally Makes them mention me And see me doing a century in the penitentiary
Nastradamus predicted the future, that's a fact money I run up on workers with the mac, like where that pack money I'm a tell y'all Papi told me I got you need, 19, 5 a key
I stay catching a stunt, in somethin' mean And I'll any nigga for the right amount of cream Run up on all with the same problem solver Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight
Projects too hot, better hope we never hit rock 'Cause then we run up in your spot Screamin' get the on the floor, give us the Ro'
too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock 'Cause then we run up in your spot Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'
Aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo, I'm like Sugar Shane Mosley, it no beef You're staring, a ticket holder that in row three Next to Ron and Kobe Yo, I woulda went pro too, then I let them phillies me
I'm a black man's asthma, seeking a pump Breathin' deeper when I'm up Y'all need to fuck with the tightest, I niggas Ensevilitus, leavin' whole families in
My virus is obvious, past on to most rap Un cured, no vaccine Last seen at the automatic machine, maxing out Or in the studio booth, out
It's Con Ed style, real twisted, I on some Blair Witch shit back I'm rich kid Either or you can't stop me my feet in the door Or walk away from the or the morgue, play your part nigga
Projects too hot, niggas hope we never hit rock 'Cause then we gonna run up in your
bit off Nas it, you bit it Tell these somethin', God
What, yo? I disturb niggas and white boys five pointed stars Tattoed on they arms, your moms like I'm Magic Don Juan From to Hong Kong, weed in the bong We smoke that, our minks on the coat rack
Those that plot on me, nine times ten the nine is on me Feds search the God, but nothin' they on me When I rap don't wait to applaud sooner Unless you hate a nigga George Bush Jr., I bring awkward to you
Porsche maneuvers through the city like New sewers up the air, Central Park, horse manure Rims is 22 inches, suspensions 22 dick when I'm pimpin'
you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound 50 with Bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us You fake niggas imitate I started, let's go
Niggas bit off Nas it, you bit it Niggas bit off Nas shit, Niggas, bit off, Nas if, you bit it, bit it
Projects too hot, better hope we never hit rock 'Cause then we gonna run up in your Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, us the Ro'