So long as the sun shines to light up the sky We in this together son your beef is mine Uh, lay back, word up, just bless 'em with the bulletproof Mobb Deep, Nas
So, why you wanna end your little life like this? 'Cuz now you bump heads wit kids that's lifeless I live by the day only if I survive the last night
this? (Nigga Nas tried to commit, yeah word em up) Not that nigga, not that nigga that nigga's too pretty (You gotta do somethin man, you gotta do somethin man, word
'till he R.I.P, the odds might be Against me, you real, convince me, I think you a bitch Pardon me Nas, I think you suck dick Whens the last time you
Queens feel it when you pump that Mobb Deep That Jay-Z and Nas beef doesn't involve me, I'm sorry Legal hustle, Infamous affiliated, last rapper to test
sculptures Lady chauffers who fuck us Full house and royal flushes Roll with the rush, that official nas Got bitches with pistols and cash We living in the last
state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Nasty Nas Nasty Nas Nasty Nas ...
on The crack-heads stalkin', loud-mouths is talkin' Hold, check out the story yesterday, when I was walkin' The nigga you shot last year Tried to appear like he hurtin' somethin' Word
them gangsters at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? Where where them dumbs at? [Nas] I slow
da ass, fuck you Nas, niggaz, is this and that Big Pun, I'm even, even better than before Styles, I don't give a fuck who you are Pain in da ass, fuck you Nas
[Verse 1 - Nas] Hats off, to da rich ones who flash and floss Pour some liquors out to my dogs trapped up north Reminisce on the deceased who no longer
me up Touch one of mine on everything I own I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga All out warfare, eye for eye Last words to a bitch
word, son (Don't say a word) keep it quiet, yo, don't say a word, yo (Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo (Don't say a word) keep
are flyin I know your cryin My words are sharp I ripped your chest apart Cut deep down to your heart You fall apart and now your dyin When you look up I'm the last
I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, word [nas] Stay on point - don't even use the phone Just come to my crib yo, word up [az] Out
it for the salary cap few relate And been what I been through at least in fraction So when they spit you could feel the passion, I see you maxin' That Nas
me and think I'ma rob em Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problem I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood But word to God I turn your last
