Nas - One of Us lyrics

[Verse 1: Nas] You could die young out here Mess around and die before 21 out here Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets in the dresser She not asking questions She seen the vests and seen other kids in the casket resting Weed so loud they got surround sound Smoking good sh** cause they tryna take me back to some hood sh** Any club, any fly affair If they start shooting all they remember is Nas was there Some homies of yours bangin' affiliation on their personal time Conflict with business can hurt down the line It's something that you ain't have nothing to do with Your man confrontation end up getting you hit Learn how to draw the line from when we hang with the shooters Strippers, dealers and k**ers, leeches and opportunists Where I come from it's ruthless, air you out from the Ubers Tutored by coke movers, put holes through ya' You wouldn't get that from me though, you'd overlook me Looking like I just get to that money and stay in some p**y Got a pretty real dope life Fly n***a from the other side, hecklers, PKs, 9's and .45's 7.62's, deer-hunting rifle shells, life is hell p**y sweeter than wine tasting But we won't self-indict ourselves Be our own prosecutor, won't 25-to-life ourselves We bout that moolah, rich shooters [Hook: Rick Ross & Nas] You getting money, got a body then you one of us Trust You getting money, got a body then you one of us [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Calculating, touching money, these n***as masturbating Tailored clothes, fashion magazines, they fascinated Double-M umbrella, the feds call it tax shelter Hit a million, they conspire to send the rats at you Cha-cha-cha-cha, slide, catch me on that other side Foreign cars, private jets, high rate of homicide Marc Jacobs chocolate diamonds, they for my white b**h Atheist, but her p**y could be so righteous Follow the rules, never let a man take your j**els And if he do, double back make sure he make the news It ain't arrest, they ain't a p**y til it's time to bust You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us [Hook: Rick Ross & Nas] You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us Trust You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Dice game, head crackers, time to get it back Only one in the studio that could get a pack Raw deal, rob a n***a like it's on my appeal Closest friends do us best, regardless how I feel Went to the lot and got ‘em b**hes on the same day Straight to the j**eler, and did the watches the same way Young sav on face time, talking cake time Next crib I build got to cross state lines n***as hate how I wear my heart on my sleeve And half the team, got the choppers with the shoulder slings It ain't a rust, stay in the trap til you a hundred up You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us [Hook: Rick Ross & Nas] You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us You gettin' money, got a body then you one of us