hurt his arm lettin' off that ***** You know me, black on black Bentley, big ol' black 9 I'll clap yo monkey ***, yeah black on black crime Big ol' chrome
finest..' 'Do you love the X-Ecutioners!' [Large Professor] Yo I'm like a country wild western, rhyme style murderer X-Ecutioners, cuttin things you
little somethin' like this, yaknahmsayin'? (Is they up on this?) Keep it on and on and on and on and KnowhatI'msayin'? Big Nas, Grand Wizard, God what
] No tricks, no tricks baby [Nas] Yeah, aiyyo Rae [Ghf] Check it out y'all [Nas] It's the science [Ghf] Fly wonderful [Rae] Yeah y'all [Nas
Verse One: Nas My stripes show like regiments, military intelligence Murder game, I leave no evidence -- credentials Go ask my pre-school, even talk
to my man" -> prodigy "meth-tical" -> meth "pete rock" "half man, half amazin" -> nas "make it hot nigga!" -> big
wall of all the things that I did All the money and fame, 8 by 10's Of the whole Rat Pack inside of a big frame Collidin' with big names that could'
Indian but not a Navajo I smoke the big leaf in all the big deef's My hair in two braids, I'm the big Chief Ladahdah be dahdadah Yeah, break that down
hands Three little woman got these young boys tryna be their man Do your thing shorty but if they get disrespectful Get on your cell phone call big brother
This go out to C. Delores Tucker, Bob Dole And anybody else who feels like They stronger than the constitution Freedom of speech big baby, freedom of
Big Pun in his prime Maybe '96 Jay, before Dame was throwin' money around Or 2pac without Humpty around Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his
Tupac talking] This go out to C. Delores Tucker, Bob Dole And everybody else who feels like uh They stronger than the constitution Freedom of speech big
violently Closed caskets expose bastards I leave 'em bloody Deloris tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak on gettin' money Ain't nothin' funny, green, got a nigga seein' things
Closed caskets, expose bastards I leave 'em bloody Deloris Tucker don't let your kids hear a nigga speak On gettin' money ain't nothin' funny, green, got a nigga seein' things
May I introduce, four of New York's finest Give it up for the X-Ecutioners Yo, I'm like a country wild western, rhyme style murderer X-Ecutioners, cuttin' things
(Shop) got the (Candy) sex I'm a (Hot Boy) on beats like Mannie Fresh Her lips real big, hips real big Tits real big, everything's real big I'm rich