They never realized, how real NaS, is so decisive It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this A slight twist, of lime rhyme, be
illin? What more can we say? Stop grillin? 'Fore you get hit up, shot up good We'll murk you in your hood I'm El Patreno, Nas the God, you lose your
Yea, he he, Don Quan Original God's Son Nas That nigga Cass rules, what up baby Y'all niggaz is crazy, to think Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick these
a club bathroom Or a restaurant mens' room then I can zoom in your womb We both get what we want then we can assume We doin' what we was smokin' that
'all feel this one, come on My antidote to the dope, add drugs in the party Pistol whippin' your body lyrical odyssey Y'all ain't smoke real shit 'less y'all smokin
In the distance, hawkin' my style, talkin' loud Non-believers wonder how I'm talk of the town Hate Me Now, like Puffy and Nas, I uprise Never thought
! Represent, represent! Represent, represent! Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of fella Moet drinkin', Marijuana smokin' street dweller
Biggie verse And I shoot you without smokin a Ziggy Marley first God's Son we hot in here Bravehearts we hot in here, niggaz they got to fear! [Outro: Nas
that to the game Grafitti all on the train, get up your name I don't feel how I used to feel I'm in my 20's so a new Nas joint used to give me the chills
da ass, fuck you Nas, niggaz, is this and that Big Pun, I'm even, even better than before Styles, I don't give a fuck who you are Pain in da ass, fuck you Nas
out in open I'm smokin that hydro, choking I'm scopin, my eyes are on you Don't reach cause I tried to warn you No street corner Nas won't come to To
Uh, yea, yea, yea Let's go niggas C'mon nigga, c'mon nigga I be dippin' in tha twilight, wit gangstas Smokin' weed up in my ride life The same stuff,
[Nas-Chorus x2] Now, niggas salute me, bitches salute me, the block salute me, the hood salute me, you should salute me they should salute me, so fuck
on 'em, that's how we play this I slay this, copped the pair of fours fucked the draws Really, his pretty had the nigga leary Mad dipped in, nas you
Let me show you the stars take you back to the car Rewind time march 3, 1994 I was only in my teen's deuce-deuce in my Levi's When Nas hit the scene
, poppin' the same In the distance, hawkin' my style, talkin' loud Non-believers wonder how I'm talk of the town Hate Me Now, like Puffy and Nas, I uprise
5, fly friendly skies Thug passion for J Doves, Henneys for Nas Then we mix that shit, tip that shit Pass it around, hook the hood, everybody get wit' it [Chorus] [Nas
door, became one of y?alls leaders In the fresh pair of Air Force One sneakers Uptown we call ?em uppies when they on divas Prolly worn when KRS One teaches Nas