[Produced by Trackmasters]
[Verse 1: Nas]
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug CB4 Gusto
Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though
You freak n***as played out, get f**ed and ate out
Prostitute turned b**h, I got the gauge out
Ninety-six ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray
A gla** of 'ze, makin mad Ca**ius Clay
Red dot plots, murder schemes, 32 shotguns
Regulate with my Dunns
Seventeen rocks gleam from one ring
They let me let y'all n***as know one thing
There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King
The highlights of livin', Vegas-style roll dice in linen
Antera spinnin' on Millenniums
Twenty G bets, I'm winning 'em; threats I'm sending 'em
Lex with TV sets the minimum
Ill s** adrenaline, party with villains
A case of Demi-Sec to chase the Henny
Wet any clique, with the semi TEC – who want it?
Diamonds I flaunt it, chickenheads flock, I lace 'em
Fried broiled with basil, taste 'em, crack the legs
Way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have 'em
f**in' me in the Benz wagon
Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon?
Grab your gun, it's on though
sh** is grimy, real n***as buck in broad daylight
With the broke MAC that won't spray right
Don't give a f** who they hit as long as the drama's lit
Yo, overnight thugs bug ‘cause they ain't promised sh**
Hungry-a** hooligans stay on that piranha sh**
[Refrain]
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of d**h
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of d**h
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of d**h
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
I never sleep, ‘cause sleep is the cousin of d**h
I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin'
[Verse 2: Nas]
I peeped you frontin', I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat
Tinted with heat, beats bumpin'
Across the street you was wildin'
Talking 'bout how you ran the Island in '89
Laying up, playing the yard with crazy shine
I co*ked a baby 9, that n***a gravy mine
Clanked him; what was he thinkin'
On my corner when it's pay me time?
Dug 'em, you owe me, cousin, something told me "Plug him!"
So dumb, felt my leg burn then it got numb
Spun around and shot one
Heard shots and dropped, son, caught a hot one
Somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me my name, what the f**?
I got stitched up and went through
Left the hospital that same night, what
Got my gat back, time to backtrack
I had the drop so how the f** I get clapped
Black was in the Jeep watching all these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun, and yo, nobody in my hood got one
That clown n***a's through, blazin' at his crew daily
The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me
So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours
Be lighting L's, sippin' Coors on all floors in project halls
Contemplating war n***as I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown coppin' the raw
But a thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, word up
[Hook]
Y'all know my steelo
There ain't an army that could strike back
There ain't an army that could strike back
There ain't an army that could strike back
There ain't an army that could strike back
[Outro: Nas (AZ)]
Thug n***as, yo, to them thug n***as
Getting it on in the world, you know
To them n***as that's locked down
Doing they thing, surviving, yaknowmsaying?
To my thorough n***as New York and worldwide
Yo, to the Queensbridge Militia
'96 sh**, The Firm clique
Illmatic, n***a, It Was Written though
It's been a long time coming
Y'all fake n***as, trying to copy
Better come with the real though, fake a** n***as, yo
(They throw us slugs we throwing 'em back, what)
Bring the sh** man, live, man
(f** that son, word up) 9-6 sh**