way, though, you know? -Double-tre son, you know aint nothin' coincedental or accidental, son. Nas:No doubt! -You know how it's goin' down, man. Nas:It was all written
It was on" I felt his palm troubled him shakin Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin My creation was
: [Nas] They never realized, how real Nas, is so decisive It's just the likeness, of Isrealites mist, that made me write this A slight twist, of lime
, word So now it's on, never wasted a slug, Time is money when it comes to mine, take it in blood "I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin
a Fed team Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it [Nas
Nas is coming..") and make some money, y'know? [Nas] WORD! ("Nas is coming..") [Dre] Fuck it [Nas] What is it, what is it God? ("Nas
back Escobar status, knowin The Firm got it cornered We on it, shit we was born wit Chorus: Havoc Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it's do or die In this, business
: * 45 seconds of talking/skit * [Nas] It was a murder Jake just hit the corner people swarming Three in the morning I jumped out my cab like "Fuck,
You know the episodes, thugs camouflage the spectacles Please God to save the life that the Devil sold See +It Was Written+ but was never told Peep the jewels black man, it
: Intro: Nas (Lauryn Hill singing in the background) Life..... I wonder.... Will it take me under.... I don't know Verse One: Nas Imagine smoking
you and leave What up mah, frontin like you naive Pusherman's whip, callin police when you flip Can't understand it, yo it should be a throne for us
mics is full of silicone Spot's blown, guerilla ice on this killer's life I put my word on it Now you can sleep on or rock a swerve on it Nas is menage
without the clique Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates got a Crooked I for the Jakes I want it all, ArmorAll Benz
, no back up, it's jungle tactics Livin' practice, out of line niggas get smacked backwards So wear it if the cap fits, fold it up money and mad clips
hurt you and leave What up mah, frontin like you naive Pusherman's whip, callin police when you flip Can't understand it, yo it should be a throne for
, "It was on" I felt his palm troubled him shakin Somebody stomped him out, his dome was achin He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waitin My creation was