Nas - Queens sh** lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo I'm rich, black, the 6, the lac, the phantom The strap, stay on my lap I'm a hustler, ganja put for iron tucker I get ripped in the afternoon before kids get out of school They say Nas be f**ed up, I'm up barely acting a fool Driving dc in drive by's, on Lincoln statue High on my meetings, leave a weed sit in the board room Stick up men in black, bishop men hacks as my goons Camera zoom while the news paint views of baboons Wild cowboys snooze, from the room to the tomb Blue fashion week, fashion easter stretch like Heidi klum Snort balloon, bags of powder an hour then I cruise Through avenues, where they say we was born to loose But shouldn't talk until they walk blocks on n***as shoes I lust for pretty b**hes in designer stitches From rags to riches, in the trench selling crack for benches I come from poverty, now I crave money and all kinds of gold School of hard knox, I made it to the honor roll Yellow tape, mark crime scene so call a hearse through Worse that I disperse through the dirt [Verse 2] Verse 2 gotta be all murder, just like the first verse Tint yellow like the hair in a Malibu surfer Yellow like my harry Winston glistening arm be Yellow like new york city pit state concrete Or black like some cherry mela**es in wine gla**es Or black like the white house man put barac status Wonder why I broke black a**es is paying taxes While the 1% they got mansions up in the hamptons Black aston, gettingsome head while I move through the speed Snatching the steve out the louie jeans I'm under Gucci covers like a movie scene Waking up to the doobie brothers with the full ... With matching furniture all Gucci maroon and green A tire mob said we can't let the moobie breathe So I'ma shine to my rhymes, make my j**elry freeze With garlic snake race is wrapped around my loubie queen The final destination, black and white diamonds, no more segregation I bet I watch bezel could quinch the thirst of several nations But yet I'm swimming in heated waters with preachers daughters f**ing them off that cram and vodka just completes my slaughter Vicky's secret polo boxers be the aftermath My pimping ill should teach a master cla** I'm off the cream cause money may not matter to them others But paper's like my b**h, so I'ma chase her like a motherf**er I might abuse her but I choose her as my bride And my wrath if I loose, Lucifer couldn't hide I also burn it down, weathering as a Louis vuiton I'm vicious ...my advantage, f** with them barbie b**hes Tats are hieroglyphics, lipstick on the collar I got more to loose than you do, but I'm a rider When did the rules change, y'all live in trendy off pennies Leaving deadlines with ease, no game You fire, I'm butane, date attempts, ostrich belts These be the times that I surprise myself My n***as looking like black crows and pack shows The don ...like I'm still 17