E's a star And I'm right back, like I left the keys to my car whoa [E.S.G.:] Move around, cause I'm right back in the house One of the first up out the
S.K's, A.R's And Mini Fourteens I'm Cashis, The Last Of The Real, With A Strap On Pro-Sac, D's And E-Pills, It's A Rap Get The Block On Tip, Two For
bay So now Ja thinks that he's so tough And Murder Inc.'s the big bad wolf And they go huff and puff and blow our label down But our building's made out
blow up they can build statues of me old money Benjamin Button, whaat, nuttin, now superbad chicks giving me macLovin, you would think I ran the world like Michelle?s
s Yelling "I think his name Lex, that's his aunt, freeze" That's when I hit the window, indo' coming out the back room Boom, Pretty and his man, Black
asked for it, man, shit I fucked a nigga up, man) Yo, it's New Year's, yo (get back to me, muthafucka) Yo, it's New Year's son (fuck ya'll niggaz, this
all about? man.. I'm coming out front and back, 98 brougham All you fake G's stay home Leave that shit alone King Tee's back on the throne And that nigga
I walk in, it's everything I dreamed of Everybody and they momma got clown luv Japanese, Lebanese, and Chinese, Portuguese, and southwest ghetto g's
some cheese (Watch me) See me with hustlers around them G's (Watch me) Blowin 'dro runnin through pounds of weed (Watch me) At the bar baby, round's
headless horsemen nigga Read the prescription Try it once instantaneous addiction If you ever wanna see me H, O, R, S, E, M, E, N, nigga nigga nigga
Eurythmics "Sweet Dreams") Street dreams are made of these Niggaz push Beemers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin a key Everybody's lookin
: [Intro: Nas] Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin
G.O.D., Nitty and Twin in The Ill Will Bravehearts, L.E.S. millennium [Nas] Yo blow faces, fo-fo blazes, no one's safe This music mogul rollin wit a
s the desperation in the dap, boost the wheel Trucks and 20's, relax when them cups is in me You can catch me at Justin's or up in Jimmy's Jeckyl and
catchin' feelin's Street dreams are made of these Thugs drop Beemers wit' three-hundred E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a ki Everybody's lookin
to this game of hustlers and dealers from Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B.'s newborn killers. Verse 3: (Ruc) 96 buildings of children, guns, and bad
t face me Both of them hoes like, Cagney & Lacey And N.O.R.E. (YEP!!) I'm respected in the projects Filled out my O.G. card, it's in the process I used
