I think I know you know I think you know I think about you Got you?re picture tattooed to the back of both my eye lids. I think you play this game
Blast your stereo Right N*ggas wanna hate on us (who) N*ggas be envious (who) And I know why they hatin' on us (why) Cause that's so fabulous (what) I
it like how you know how to beast rocks Entertain you, see you soon at the next spot The crew got you bouncing and dropping your eye Making you ?? Tss
ha ha) (Yeah, yeah) You know (They know) We got to keep on walking on the road to Zion, man (Yeah you gotta keep walking y'all, You gotta keep...) [Nas
why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you like I ain't notice you?BITCH, I had a show to do! Like
Blvd. Man I ain't fucking with chevy's I got my own car D-O Double you don't wanna rumble, why you testing me Oh I know, you must be gone off them extacy
I know, I know, I know, I know SHAOLIN! I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know BRONX! I know, I know, I know, I know
go down You know who the culprit, sure enough The R-E-B-E, L, yell it freely I, call him Stereo, T-Y-P-E Greasy, on the hunt for the big easy Switch
I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined That same dude you gave nothin, I made somethin doin what I do through and through and I give you the news - with
radio Blast your stereo Right N*ggas wanna hate on us (who) N*ggas be envious (who) And I know why they hatin' on us (why) Cause that's so fabulous (what) I
my principles, way I displayed When I used to MC where all the other kids played 'Cause I was way too I'll, so I would hone my skill And go out in the
broke I'm out of bullets lettin loose my last clip I'ma kick you in your ass and your nigga gettin pistol whipped You know that's how I do, you know that
can't do what you do ("Nas is coming..") [Nas] Right, right [Dre] You know, can't nobody fuck with this ("Nas is coming..") You know
change I'ma performer strange, so the mic warmer was born to gain Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's halftime
y'all, it's Nasty the villian I'm still writin rhymes but besides that I'm chillin I'm trying to get this money, God, you know the hard times, kid Shit
mothers womb You need nine more mouths Your crews nine more punks You rhyme on stuff and claim I didn't sign y'all up If I sign y'all I'm on dust Ya we
resituals Cuz everyday and all day you hear me on your stereo I'm in the centerfold I make guys lose control In the studio I'm droppin hits from my booty
