he back to square one, screamin', "Shoot don't please" I put my fifth back on my hip, it's like a VCR rewindin' a hit He put his hands back on his bitch
gun) You ain't real, hope ya (Got yourself a gun) My first album had no famous guest appearances The outcome, I'm was crowned the best lyricist Many years on
The outcome, I'm was crowned the best lyricist Many years on this professional level Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine, tattoos real
Nas] Salute and honor, real revolution rhymers [Damian Marley] Rhythm piranhas [Nas] Like true Obamas, unfold the drama [Nas] Word is out, hysteria you heard about Nas
of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas too real, Nas
, rapper revolutionized What is his race nation or creed? Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian they read Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens Spit at judges, stepped on
them? Of y'all? I'M NAS, on a track that's unorthodox Like my life coulda been offed by THE COPS Told y'all, Nas will prevail by the book when it's up
the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on
them thugstas, yes They will run up on ya, on ya, And that?s when its over, cause We don?t play no games, so when we up on ya, Believe we gonna let it
Yo Nas I don't think they wanna fuck with this Gangsta shit, for sure (Danger, danger) Check it out It's on, and once again I bring niggaz the rough
uncle told me Haven't slept since, cause my dreams real big I aint even rich yet, so get up off my d-ck bitch Oh shit haters through the mist, on some
' spot we are for real And yet we heard you got it locked but like them socks we on your Heels So you best be on your toes nigga Especially on your flows
now nigga, know-mean? Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave, queen's queen's queen's Yeah yeah yeah, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens Day Cash made on
Right now if you raisin' some children That don't belong to you But you know you're takin' care of them Please report on the dance floor, let's go now
got the money son, that's all that it's about No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode Under control, can tell my real niggaz really roll On the low
you down (Fucked up) But I don't know why I mention And if I don't pay no attention, I'm cool (Real niggas do real things) (Real niggas do real things
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 tens of crack
Biggie Andre from Outkast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas and then me But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy So when I'm not put on this list the shit
