, thank God for every breathe Shaking the devil wearing a cherry dress Staying sincere as Nas on his belly shit Yes, now watch me go Can we get higher, probably, it's not
Oh Promised Land, I picture Porsches, Basquiat portraits Pinky rings realistic princesses Heiresses bunch a kings and queens Plus I picture fortunes for kids out in Port-Au-Prince Powerless, they not allowed to fit but not
happened to the bitches man? hmm...cadillac on 22's why is david banner takin' off his shoes? its supposed to be about cadillacs not david banner bringing dead people back
we living in it Thinking about taking my own life I might as well 'cept they might not sell weed in hell And that's where I'm going 'cuz the devil's
it) See this is what it's all about right here Understands me, see my life real (I've got to have it) I don't know about yours Everything I do is an event, Nas
have it) Nas, Monica, and me (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club (oh) Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? (What?) [Nas
that, you know it's like that I got at him, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't an army that could strike back So I react never
Speech', I think he going racial Never that I'm just dropping knowledge, tryna flow-icate you So in the midst of your troubles just keep going straight thru You going
'm sensing **** is defenseless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost Who can prevent me **** senseless at these **** throats **** made **** and that bull**** you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing, untouchable **** you **** and that bull**** you going
stop until I get there keep going Bury me with a Makaveli suit and a Mac If God strike me with lightning, I'm shooting him back Skinny 'cause I don'
keep going [Verse Three: Hussein Fatal] Bury me with a Makaveli suit and a Mac I've God strike me with lightning, I'm shooting him back Skinny cause
hitting fence's then getting ghost Who can prevent me shooting senseless? At these niggaz throats Bitch made niggaz and that bullshit you going through Outlaws busting while we rushing We untouchable Fuck you niggaz and that bullshit you going
if it call for it A thousand n-ggas couldn't stop me once I get to going You can have a nation of millions, still wouldn't hold me back Still wouldn't
a lot of issues going on Another thing ain't never been no east coast, west coast war mother fucker Nigga war was real they were between individuals not
of the O-Town 6.1.4. I say stunting every where I go Top down on the Macy Listening to B.I. And yeah ya?ll nigga?s doin it But homie not like this guy