I shot the motherfucker back, right out the ass son For niggaz don't know how to act, what the deal son I shot the motherfucker back, no doubt son For
that thought, twist up nigga, roll that short Catch me with my chick that let me go back door Hall of famer, don't make me shoot your game up at close
fiends Since I was eighteen Never voted Ask yourself how the hell I wrote it? Figure niggas out like they frost works I be the author, hitting you up Like one shot
Might see me in the burgundy thing, or the black on black Matter of fact, go get ya chrome 'Cause I rather be broke together than rich alone Clappin' em' down, backin' em
illin? What more can we say? Stop grillin? 'Fore you get hit up, shot up good We'll murk you in your hood I'm El Patreno, Nas the God, you lose your
2] Don't Don't End Up dead Nigga Don't Don't up Dead [Game 2nd Verse ] One thing about me, always keep it real with myself Like Nas, I'm Ill Will
{intro} (Nas) Untouchable, Ill Will y'all (AZ) Life (JOE) Your dealin' with veterans now (Nas) AZ y'all, c'mon c'mon c'mon (AZ) We tryin' to win y'all
the beat go thump I dump clips of pros, oralital blows The chillin' is killin' with the illest type flows [Hook] "Rap legends presidents felt" - Nas 'Nas
feel 'em Till the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em 'Cause when I am not, then I'ma stop pinnin' 'em And I am not hip-hop and
his eyes He was surprised I snatched him up regulated his gat And backed him up, stepped to the side, P blast em up Hey yo, cannons are rough, you got strucked up
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
grew up in a drug spot, and blew my first shot on the roof My movement's like the automatic top on a coupe Smoothness like Allen Houston got when he shoots
in peace boy Get your mama's house shot up Bodies all chopped up When them bodies pop up, I ain't getting' locked up My Bentley cruise the block, with
wow I hate a rhyme biter's rhyme Stay tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime Right... It's halftime I got it going on, even flip 'em on this
It ain't hard to tell The Buddha monk's in your trunk, turn the bass up Not stories by Aesop, place your loot up Parties, I shoot up Nas, I analyze,
night time is more trife than ever What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together? If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say whats up
Nas' name Nothin' but Ludacris answers The game backwards like dancers Shootin' on the same dance floor You grew up and answer to them shooters Now
Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet [Nas] Tell em it's on right? [Ghf] Show those crabs how to rhyme [Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is