got mine, I hope you ("got yourself a gun") You from the hood, I hope you ("got yourself a gun" You want beef I hope ya ("got
catch me Then Where all the girls we knew that scream, "Fuck you" Gon' let me in I'm definitely in a class of my own And dinner with Hov Hoping that
I been called to every parent that guide us Not D.C. this whole fucking genre And I ain't in it for them O's or them commas But more or less the hope
paid me Not enough to blow up but sure enough Cause I aint f-cking lazy If teachers thought I was dumb or crazy, or both With hopes of being a Nas or
Hey yo, the same old G, yo that's my shit Switch CD's threw on Nas shit Yo in the whip yo the windows clogged up Shorty givin' me head mouth clogged up
that we put in the dykes Rocks is okay, my voice is extraordinaire The man that scrapped with lions, hiberated with polar bears Hope I don't play with
the ones pimp us all sellin death for Murder Dog The imagery is dead-ly so what the fuck? Interscope ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus Like Nas
[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah! This is it y'all (Darkside), Darkside Volume One Hope you enjoyed We had to take you out classic status, you feel me? We had to
ain't no space Pile high to the top of the Empire State Crack once again so you know it Ain't been this much hype since that Nas and that Hov shit Coke
Afrika Bambaata Zulu Nation, for twenty years of work Fat Joe wouldn't be on if it wasn't for Red Alert Chris Lighty, I hope the rain never ends Violator
a vision that's clearer than Evian Used to hit the radio them faggots ain't let me on Until Khaled turned up the volume Hit the club wit it come on homie they wildin' Nas
[La Roux - Sample] I'm going in for the kill I'm doing it for a thrill Oh I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand [x2] [The Game] Let
I'm back, first an' foremost, I'd like to thank Nas For allowin' me to have be on the Illmatic An' that Stillmatic Joint, changed the game a whole lot
to earn And every child deserve to learn, now Tribal war A nuh dat we a defend Every man deserve a turn Like a flame deserve to burn [Verse 1 - Nas
in the hood where my niggas at/ (Excuse me, Miss) Shit I can hit it better, hold up don't get mad Jigga you did it to Nas baby moms, member? What goes
hippies in to help You think more than you do Hows about another line or two To pick you up , pick you up While your people drown, drown I hope your
Martin?s Bow ties on, I?m just GQ modelling damn, fresh I am when I start scoring I shut down the Garden Swizzy Rule the World on my Nas and my Lauren
Yea, he he, Don Quan Original God's Son Nas That nigga Cass rules, what up baby Y'all niggaz is crazy, to think Y'all niggaz can't fade me, trick these