Fire spitta, I ain't never met a higher nigga Me extinguished is like Queensbridge fiendless Mansion, marble foyer, I can afford a closet in alphabet order A-Life, Adidas under "A", the "B" for Bottega, British Knights sneaker My "C's" so ill, that man, I get chills when I look at my Christian Dior's they kill "D" is for Dries Van Noten, young niggas try to keep up with what I'm doin' D cups, tequila and blunts, weed, women and liquor Depending on the day, it's a different mission They not knowin', they wanna know what he got on A Qb Don, went and got his Pete Rock on Nas keep a fine bitch to roll his weed up for him My niggas in Mount Vernon keep it G'd up for him Speaking of "G", the gat I'm good with it, hit your hood with it 44's never could miss him Comin' to see us, glad to see you made it home to the hood nigga We blowin' trees, tell me, don't it feel good nigga?
Man it feels good, it feel good, don't it? (La, la, la) Yeah, put that good shit in the air (La, la, la) Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas) But as long as we here together (My Qb niggas) We gonna put that good shit in the air (La, la, la)
Another bullet manufactured, another man in his casket Fuck maintaining, that's lame language Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, I duck quick Seen fire flashes, the type of fire that spit out of a Magnum And I'm the type who runs to the drama, lookin' for who clappin' Nike Boot, when I eat 'em he's like food Pulled out the barrel, four fifths rip through bone marrow Make his toes spiral the dirt, while his feet kick up rock He's a sprinter, police a Jenner, lock up niggas for three winters When I attack, I'm faceless like an iron mask Then get away quick, traceless, line back, lions path I breathe deep like lamaze class Live long, obtain wisdom and die last Stressed out or in a body bag, I am that Live long, obtain wisdom and die last
Man it feels good, it feel good, don't it? (La, la, la) Yeah, put that good shit in the air (La, la, la) Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas) But as long as we here together (My Qb niggas) We gonna put that good shit in the air (La, la, la)
Look, I don't have that much time, candidly I'm in divorce Rumors, Dui's in and outta court Different judges, assault charges, hovers on ya boy Other niggas wives lust to be in covers with ya boy Y'all don't want no angry Nas on your label Y'all got plenty checks, Ceo man, I'm only 36 But at this point five on the table I say with all respect my dude, thank you, we had the best times But I'm about respect, about the talent I possess Never know, there could just be a time when I'm behind your desk and let you go Could you imagine Nas the exec? The artist owning masters, controlling your release Probably they wanna wait 'til I'm deceased to honor me So my product could be a big commodity Not bothered if my son and daughter eat off of me Cautiously I write this next line honestly, cause I'm a G It's no beef, I used to be open to making 50 g's But now I spend that on a dime to make her neck freeze My larynx will serenade the hood I tell the cops my blood dirty, they say I'm all good Tmz, they hopin' when the marriage end, I'ma turn to Larry Flynt Nas is not the average gent, I'm on my classy shit Here's one small percent of what y'all in store to get More real nigga shit
Man it feels good, it feel good, don't it? (La, la, la) Yeah, put that good shit in the air (La, la, la) Niggas in the hood don't live forever (My G niggas) But as long as we here together (My Qb niggas) We gonna put that good shit in the air (La, la, la)
Confirmação de Idade
Esta letra possui restrição de idade, você deve ter mais que 18 anos para acessá-la.