God's creation Mind deep like revelation, murder, hustling my occupation Verse 4 (Mac) Affiliation from my nation got niggas pacing from here to Russia Stone
thoughts of the huero loco to make you shiver I got my mind on the struggle they tryin to make me fold I keep on freakin' and tourin' to push my record
feet out my shoes A nigga like me done paid my dues Keep my comb out your hair Unless you 'bout ready to take it there Keep my name out your mouth Until
stone-faced from the brothers Ludicrous whinin', meanin' when the others Stand by 'em, while they take the fall The beast now lives in the capital Record wrecks sets, Def Jam
niggas slide For niggas out slingin' like 4 in the night For your man's not snitchin' when the pressure is tight For pistols that don't jam when it'
check out my reflection She's wearing all the right clothes The Jam is playing on the stereo Checking emails on her phone She got more hits than the rolling stones
Shorty hit the brakes too late We shine it right for every man, child, woman and girl And to my man's in it, and my peeps in it and my girls in it Put
yeah Hip hop, who sat out in the dark We used to do it out in the park Hill Avenue, ain't a damn thing new Stay true to my Clan, I'm a family man Loyalty
sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at
My avalanche, it came with 10 feet of snow I'm cold blooded, my fam half Eskimo My flows move like endo Turn ten nickels to ten loads out of ten stones
't matter, we rock it for the whole world Anyway, yo we gotta give a shout out, a shout out Can we give a shout out? I'd like to give a shout out to
a Uzi on the island in my army jacket linin' Hit the Earth like a comet, invasion Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian, half-man, half-amazin' 'Cause in my
wrong, with a little 'Bump N Grind' Now that's what my man say Sometimes I lay in my bed, and I dream of bein' hand-fed I made the jam, with my man,
away Once a super secret, stupid fucking pocket Where I left my bungalow keys? How am I always waking up in places like these? Who's been singing all my symphonies? Rap bastards impaling my
necessary got my mind on the cheddar kill my haters together bury em in abundance and starve there family's stomach's paper come in my thumbage, brand
still plays TV, yeah it's always on A flicker of the screen, I'm moving out, your screams Are basking in the shit flowing out of it I'm stoned in the
, mind if invite ya over for some red wine, nice Barry White huh She pulled out a cigarette, hon here's a lighter Her voice was a slow jam, full length
check out my reflection She's wearing all the right clothes The jam is playing on the stereo Checking emails on her phone She got more hits than the rolling stones