Walk with a nigga man - just vibe with me Yo, gather round hustlers that's if you still livin And get on down, to that ol' Jig rhythm Here's a couple of jewels
YO, they call me William H. (H!) the all-time great (GREAT!) I fuck the most hoes out of New York State (STATE!) I rock my jewels (JEWELS) I'm not a fool
and I'll bet you figure out How to zone and control your future while Yeah, I think I'm in the future too I'm unlike fools, who precede the jewels To
calls Either or, we're breathing for try a reason Arrived rich but we're leaving poor Stand naked when you see the Lord I stand protected when I see his
see a nigga breathe (breathe, breathe, breathe) Jewels enchanted, like they was new from Atlantis Cruise with the hammer Jealous hearted can't stand
now because of one reason They listening In Budapest, Japan, China, and Switzerland We getting it in, son Another bullet passed by-missed me Wondering who plotting to get me Alphabet boys still
does he live? Is he still in the bridge? Does he really know how ill that he is? Got all of y'all watchin' my moves, my watch and my jewels Hop in my
Byrd:] ("GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!" GET INVOLVED!!!") [Intro: Nas] Hold up, hold up, hold up man, this is Nas, hip hop still
Streetlife] I Silver Surf the city circuits, forever lurkin on the street surface, I spit blood for blood verses Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer
upon your silver shield and in your rusty scabbard now the sand has taken seed and though your jewel-encrusted blade has not been plundered still the
a maximum extent However, please dream on and walk on The path you chose, what a jewel of Subterranea it hides? And is it jewel at all? One billion
And I slept with the work plenty nights thought I heard Niggas coming thought I saw the cop lights but I was dreaming, then I woke, the junkies was still
a hole and chop the stick quick cause my lip get to the point, to STILL rock the fly shit Since you're holding your breath, I hold my jewels I swing hardcore
: (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) A thumbnail sketch, a jeweler's stone A mean idea to call my own Old man don't lay so still you're not yet young There'
scence that lives and the rest is produce I'm in the booth wit no shoes and my chain be bangin the mic so I don't got on no jewels I'm so hot and I done
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap Street niggaz now the corporate boss Still go
said, knew your chump ass was dead When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead It's Wu-Tang nigga, ain't nothing changed nigga Still shame
the V-trim that win and the enormous fields disperse of rap On the road to the riches more furs to drag More niggaz to kill, than birds to bag Hit the jeweler