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 weed
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
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
up, 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
vest 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
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
, 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
) "I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death" - Nas "I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin" - Nas [Nas] I peeped you frontin, I was
* 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,
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
[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 rhyme
was thick Accappella no body smoother than this young nigga Bring the beat back Nigga I will rip it and I won't miss a beat. It once was written man
you're thinking, thinking that it must be I'm a raw flow 'cause it never get rusty I ain't gotta say it, man, dawg, trust me Bust somebody head, TLC, where was
watch eazy e rise put LA on nomatic but they ain't beleive nas that was 96 in the g __ told me they gon believe start writin rhymes after BIG died eyes
stone Send out a blast like an e-mail to shoot ya Female Medusa (It Wasn't Me) like Shaggy Denaun (da nine) did it Like a fag was snitchin' on D-12 producer
Who do I copy? Look in to the mirror And it's you I see look at me Everything new Like it fresh from the factory Everything you do? It impact me Your
butt, then rock it It seems I was seein the same scene adopted Prevalent in different things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it They said don't knock it