Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, Nas, uh, yo Here I come from the housin' tenement buildings Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death Better known as the projects
anthrax napkin Inside a package wrapped in Saran Wrap wrappin' Open the plastic and then you stand back gaspin' Fuckin' assassins, hijackin' Amtraks, crashin' All this terror, America
Hey yo, the same old G, yo that's my shit Switch CD's threw on Nas shit Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up Shorty givin' me head mouth clogged up
you ridin' with a nigga like me To all my Marla Mable bitches just shine To all my niggaz keep it gully just shine To all the ghettos in America shine
don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight Suspect witness don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight It justifies, Nas
The sleeping sons of Jacob For what tomorrow may bring May a better day come Yesterday we were Kings Can you tell me young ones Who are we today [Nas
[Nas - Speaking:] All I do is stay focused looking straight forward at the world and beyond. I feel people pulling me down. I feel some pulling me up
' flag, plus it's on the Qu'ran, it's on the Bible Plus America 'cause that every car that's drivin' Holdin' the homeless sign you focus you know it's Nas
South Suicide Queens, all niggaz Gather up all your arms And get ready for this new world order Shit is about to change muther fucker I'm America's nightmare
in the Towers and Pentagon, why then? Must it go on, we must stop the killin Tell me why we die, we all God's children [Chorus - Amerie, Nas in background
'm a survivor. Ive been around the block. I'm survivor yeah... Wel its not about the industry, and its not about the things that i been through like NAS
got the throne naw not today But I'm only bout 5 or 6 slots away, uh huh I am the source being I'm that nice Nas should've more than 3 and a half mics
, shootin your man Shootin each other, shootin your brother Aim the gun at the right motherfucker and leave him colder than the prison in Russia or America
[Skit] [Noreaga] Hey yo the same old G Yo thats my shit Switch cd's threw on Nas shit Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up Shorty givin me head mouth
fall imagine how crazy that'll be America (America, America) America (America, this is not what you think it is) America (America, this is not what you think it is) America
again. Battlin' years who denied history's lies, while mystery's wive's, watching with misty eyes watching they niggas be beaten visciously Battling this world is North America
? Why it's over for the gangsta, why it's over for bling? Why they hype Britney up, they know she can't sing? Why a whip and a chain a black American