Uh-oh, 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
herded the sheep a whole flock of __ nigga do you believe yo wats poppin its the kid kain ya my nigga ludacris my homeboy my dawg my brother from another
shittin' on niggas dot com It's a fuckin' invasion you bastards We a problem [Scratches "Invasion" - Nas] Green Lantern [Marv Won] Aye, aye I'm back on my
is perfectly worded The way you like So I can make some currency Just to service my life Really I've been workin with verbage all of my life So when
was a G when I came That's the way I remain [Verse 4: Nas] Who besides the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption My existence persistent to bring
on Viacom It's on, long as needed we competin keep-keepin it strong Ain't no (Comic) in my (View) as long as they sell the black out I grip my shit and
where the tool's kept All my just-comin' homies, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face, you people so phony Pull out my waist
my claim to fame From doin' fix to bustin' tricks out the fuckin' frame Got these bitches on my jock niggaz on my block Jealous ass suckers got it duckin' for my
QB My niggaz die for the cause, .45 on the drawer City laws made by Big Nas and Biggie Smalls Bitches, holdin' my weight in they titties and drawers My
fiend") (Shaquille O'Neal) I'm the hottest thing spitting y'all???? Shaq D also better known as stack neat Paper, cats can't understand my caper Getting dough is like Nas
ghost Feds with toast knockin my door down Sweat poor down my body roast from the heat So I soak my sheets, wake up shiverin' Pull my hoe close to
us Sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us My bad, should I step out my shoes give 'em to you? Here's my car and my house you can live in
boxes And *** in it sayin' blast Nas *** Drove down harm's way, puffin' that bombay QB thug tattoo on my arm say Names of my fam, so I'ma read you a
back alive with an axe And attacked niggas actin' like Nas, my passion is to capitalize Come through my hood you get jacked for your ride Catch you from the passengers side My
odds Tune in to my life nigga, this shit is sicker than Nas Fightin' against them crackers, plus them killers getting at us Nowhere to run, so I grab my
my way Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God (peace God!) I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Darkside, Darkside, Darkside [DJ Premier scratches
on to the next phase of my life I finally met the women, I would make my wife It was love at the first sight, in the worst way Shorty kept holdin' out
You the best dada) Yo, my official like it in (Shit's) You like, Keith Murray Bury my beef, gettin' your sweet cherry Every week if necessary I'm very nasty like Nas