[Nas]
The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker,
Pretty bitch slobber, Ex-robber,
Heister, my own life biographer,
Pants sagging, Bentley whipping,
Summer jam stopper, Tim truck wearing,
Pineapple rocker, then I spray choppers,
A doctor in the jungles of Haiti made me,
Draped in paisley bandanas,
Suits with Adam Stacey,
Cigar like Dick Tracy,
Its dark I get spacey,
Alcohol and laced weed,
That was part of my 80’s,
The Cartier consigieres be near me,
Canary yellow cuts in my pinky yearly,
Liz Taylor tried to joke me
Coz I keep it green like the other side of bill hicks be
When he gets mean,
Think fast before I blast hoes,
Like Grassino,
Went from scraggly old clothes to the illest fashion,
And realest rappin’,
Pablo bath on the scene, won’t go back to no green,
Strictly paper cruising through the strip in Vegas,
Two of New York’s biggest niggaz,
Y’all used to hate us, but now you love us,
Nas and Diddy, power hustlers.
(Yeah nigga, what.)

[Cee-lo, Chorus]

Nigga what,
From my voice I’m killing ‘em,
I shed my blood,
About everything I love,

(C’mon…)

(On everythin’ I love man…)