You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and how we roll up and I can't control it, can't it, it's so nuts I take a sip of that yak, I to fuck I take a hit of chronic, it got me stuck But really amazing is how I keep blazing Towel under the door smoke the days end Puff, puff then pass, don't up rotation for Henny, now nigga that's your chaser Turn nothing to something now pimpin' that's a Best are green now pimp and get your paper off the ground instead of skyscraper Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we
We (come on, homie, we major)
Feeling than some head on a Sunday afternoon Better than a chick say yes to soon Until you have a daughter, what I call karma And you pray to god she don't breasts too soon. to' up, gang signs is thrown up Niggas hats broke off how we grow up Why else you think write rhymes just to blow up? Get they first car and then IRS up He never had shit but he had that nine Nigga through flickin' and he had that shine Put two and two together in a little bad Gon' be a family on that funeral line Ask the reverend was the strip club if my tips help send a pretty girl through school That's all I want like wino's want they good I in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me
You motherfuckers better do your job and up and watch how we roll up and I control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts I take a sip of yak, I want to fuck I take a hit of that chronic, it got me But really what's is how I keep blazing under the door smoke until the days end Puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga your chaser Turn nothing to something now pimpin' a savior Best are green now pimp and get your paper High off the instead of skyscraper Too low thinkin' we local, on homie, we major
I the beat and I ain't know what to write First line, should it be the hos or the ice? Four-four's or black Christ? Both flows would be Rap about big paper or the black plight At the studio console my man to the right What this verse like, should I freestyle or write? He said, Nas, what the fans is Illmatic, Stillmatic Picked up the pad and and jotted what I feel Been like 12 years since a first signed Now I'm a free And I'm thinking time To build my own Motown Cause rappers be of executive 9 to 5s And it hurts to see these companies be stealing the And I to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic So y'all copped the LPs and y'all got dealt I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony King got killed I survived the livest niggas Lasting longer than more than half of you Look, I used to before I had the game took Either way my change like Sam Cooke.
Feeling than I ever felt before today Like better than never is orientation Still we can it better throwing all your cares away
You motherfuckers do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and I can't control it, hold it, it's so nuts I take a sip of yak, I want to fuck I take a hit of chronic, it got me stuck But what's amazing is how I keep blazing Towel under the door smoke until the end Puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga your chaser nothing to something now pimpin' that's a savior Best things are green now and get your paper High off the ground of skyscraper Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we