Nas - The Ultimate High (LP Version) lyrics

[Nature] Do you see what I see? Do you smoke what I smoke? Do you wanna smoke? Do you wanna ride? Yeah aiyyo aiyyo When I walk into a room, n***as feel a slight breeze Stay a little while till they feel they might freeze Never understood why they never liked me Cuz when I locked the door, they turned into to Icees Starin at my feet all you see is Nikes Bet you never seen a ill pair like these Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves Round trip tickets to who knows where Stay boarding, never at least a day's warning Previous plans, they spoiling A dollar and a dream, the theme to New York, stay Torrance ]From St. John's to Wake Forest, wait for us Straight ballers, you hearin it first Nate flawless in almost every event Puttin up point, while n***as like ya'll stay scoreless [Hook] All my n***as from the projects, light one up To my b**hes from the projects, light one up And stay high, high And pa** me a cup of that good sh** (so high) We on some hood sh** (so high) n***as from the projects, light one up To my b**hes from the projects, light one up And stay high, high And pa** me a cup of that good sh** (so high) We on some hood sh** (so high) [Nas] What's me without the hood? A tree without wood, a dutch wit no bud A cut wit no blood A f** but don't nut, I be incomplete If me and the street wasn't in between the sheets I'm a product of hard luck, the money and murder game Here's Nature, k** a faker, man you heard of the name ]From the cold streets of QB, old beef to new beef No peace, through the song, what I see you see [Nature] Mad b**hes wanna smoke wit me n***as wanna roll wit me Usually in my hood, find me in yo' city Grimy-ette so pretty, it's like there's two me's Wit no favorites, I try to love both of me Thinkin of a way where I can better myself Sometimes I get a head of myself Holdin weed wit intention, frontin like I got it prescribed So high I must be outta my mind Chorus [Nature] It's like hoppin in a gla** pool, half full n***as only hit the bottom when they crash through Mash fools out like they fast food Bon' appetit, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me I sum n***as whole careers up, scared tough n***as Bluff n***as into thinkin that their year's up It ain't a game, took six months off, the sh** jumps off Mini-Me's are gettin punched in they jaw My dunn call this sh** Animal Rap Me, I call it dumbin My near-sighted n***as saw it comin More stunnin, brand new flows to toy wit Neck flooded on some Hurricane Floyd sh** Back and forth to St. Crouix kid, same plan Playin Sega Dreamcast till the plane lands A changed man, n***as don't know, they never will And if they don't understand, then they ain't fam, simple as that Chorus 2x