[Nas] Uh, rest in peace to Black Just Ridin through Jamaica Queens in his black truck Timbs was forty below, waves to the side of his dome Definition of GOOD nigga, yo Gangsters don't die, niggaz only become immortal Angels don't only fly, they walk right before you, in front of you It's foul what this money could do, cash corrupts the loyal I hung with E-Money too, the fuckin truth! Fuckin with Stretch from Live Squad I could've DIED the same night that Stretch died I just got out of his ride He dropped me off and drove to Springfield November 30th, another Queens king killed, it fucked me up, y'all! I was just tryin to make it with Steve Stoute The legal way, drug-free route Back in the days, they was sleepin on us Brooklyn keep on takin it, Manhattan keep on makin it Tryin to leave Queens out But we was pullin them Beems out, them M3's out Pumpin bringin them D's out Rastas sellin chocolate weed inside of a weed house Colosseum downstairs, gold teeth mouth Astoria warriors, 8th Street, twin buildings Vernon, can't even count the Livingston children Justice in Ravenswood, nice neighborhood Caught sleepin out there, be a wrap though Bridge niggaz, be up in Petey's ten racks, yo A simple bet on a serious cash flow Get money Manolo, welcome home Castro Queensbridge unified all I ask for Let's do it for DU, say waddup to Snatch, yo I just salute REAL niggaz when I pass through Uh...
[Nas] Niggaz is very hungry for that bank robbery Bury money, tryin to get to a Benz from a Hyundai The Queens Courthouse right next to the cemetery Niggaz rap sheets look like obituaries You be starvin in Kew Gardens Bolognas and milk from a small carton You could still feel chills from the team On 118, my nigga Ben fly by like it's a dream His face on his Shirt Kings Laced in a pinky ring, in his black Benz murkin Back when Black Rock & Ron was on the map Cheeba in yellow sacks, dope sold in laundromats Thugs bark, gettin amped from weed Over the heart of champions, see Ever since back then, a nigga been about the dough (\"You all know how the story GO~!\" <- Run-D.M.C.)
[Nas] Any other real niggaz in the world besides us, I ask Probably is, but odds are we'll never cross paths Put yo' glass high, if you made it out the stash spot And here to tell a story, and celebrate the glory Drinks in the air for my niggaz not here This how we do, I see you D.U. Queens to the heavens, salute the hood legends Crack the Patrn, Hennessy and Glenlivets Champagne bottles, drownin out the sorrows Hope the memories'll get us through tomorrow I'm a real OG, cause back in nine-three Niggaz couldn't fuck with me, sippin 'gnac since I was little Laid back in a rental, mouth shinin Eddie's gold caps all up in the dental Nigga gettin money now but you know I'm STILL mental, but not simple Put yo' glass high, if you made it out the stash spot And here to tell your story, and celebrate the glory Drinks in the air for my niggaz not here This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down I told ya Pop another bottle, and keep the smoke rollin
[Nas] Watch the con realist, channel his mom's spirit Goosebumps cover me, mother's here, I could feel her Blood of Christ covers me, our savior and healer Drug prices up or down, I know a few dealers And some accident murderers, they act like they killed on purpose Liars brag they put work in You ain't mean to murk him, your gun's a virgin Better stay on point, if not it's curtains Bebo Posse reincarnated through me probably If music money didn't stop me I never claimed to be the toughest Though I'm to blame for a few faces reconstructed It's the game that we was stuck with Now I'm the only black in the club, with rich Yuppie kids Sad thing, this is the top, but where the hustlers went? No familiar faces around, ain't gotta grab the musket It's all safe and sound, champagne by the bucket Where them niggaz I shouted out on my first shit? Bo cookin blow, fuckin slay that, where Turkey went Old videos show niggaz that was murdered since Another reason to get further bent Put yo' glass high, if you made it out the stash spot And here to tell your story and celebrate the glory Drinks in the air for my niggaz not here This for the fallen soldiers, hold it down I told ya Pop another bottle, and keep the smoke rollin