but my President black My money green, the sky blue and thats where heaven is at I don't carry a gat, but my n-ggas do It's like my jumper is off, I
leave the town this what i told my bitch, i bought that benz for you so you dont touch my oldschool shit i hustle hard they no what my focus is spitta
, look out below, I think I rolled another cee-lo Pick up my crap, niggaz don't get back a DIME of that And keep my hand right by my waist where my nine is
blockage gives Alzheimer's to youngsters Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs With who? For what? They screw-face me up, my boo laced me up Bolinsiaga
my left ankle Terry cloth Guess shorts robes is comfortable Bring me a nice bitch that means I'll fuck with you My swagger is Mick Jaeger stones is rolling
cloth Guess shorts robes is comfortable Bring me a nice bitch that means I'll fuck with you My swagger is Mick Jaeger stones is rolling Prestige is cut
g-note, fixed price But the only thing fixed, is the holes that we put in the dykes Rocks is okay, my voice is extraordinaire The man that scrapped with
Murder Dog The imagery is dead-ly so what the fuck? Interscope ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus Like Nas said, it's a coon parade, yeah Bitch
the money I see, clothes that I buy Ice that I wear, clothes that I try, close your eyes Picture me rollin', sixes, money foldin' Bitches honeys that swollen, the riches, Nas
It's quite Frank, my niggas I'll kill Never waste a penny, money stay well invested Feel the weight on my necklace When death is too close flip the
nigga! Fight for my life, this is the resurrection nigga! Hop out the motherfuckin casket - brush the motherfuckin dust off my shouldersnigga! Yeah - see what you don't understand is
Just Blaze, you a rebel On this beat nigga, uh Once again back is the incredible The incredible Stop the presses, I'm back, cook Coke, that is Crack,
Nas is coming) Nas is coming Nas is coming, Nas is coming Nas is coming (Nasty Nas is coming) Nas is coming Nas is coming, Nas is coming Nas is coming
6 They said R&b dead But keyshia that bitch (Chrous) (Verse 3) Its money that makes 7 days change From puerto rico to watch a lakers game I give my heart and my
my heater under my Iceberg fit, you see it I'm the shit, I got these haters pissed, I'm bitchin', you can see it I pump my breaks, my rims keep spinnin
See me as a pre'me but I'm not and my nuts big I don't know what the fuss is, my career is illustrious My rep is impeccable, I'm not to be fucked with
brought my baby home the first night Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib Ragin' in my new car bought from entertainment Champaign and gainin' clout fast, whiplash Did this bitch
for these SOLDIERZ Roc-A-Fella heat HOLDERS, put a shell up in each SHOULDER Fuck up my day Nas is like, a bitch wit the mack to his BELLY Been dissed