War

[Nas] Uh, yeah, yeah Squinted-eye gangsta, live in a skyscraper Platinum Patron-drinker, stacking that grown paper God pushed me out his nuts The Devil swallowed me up, I burnt a hole in his guts Fell down into a Louis Vitton truck With stash boxes, and niggas in it saying blast Nas shit Drove down harm's way, puffing that Bombay QB thug tattoo on my arm say Names of my fam, so I'mma read you a scripture And commandments to get you richer Bandannas, hammers, MAC's and NINA's With the mismatched Pumas, like Shan in Queensbridge All white shell toes, that's that Queens thing Breitling, ice wine, call that weed sling Know where G slang And the bitches with bomb ass that slurp on me and my comrades Got a new contract, come on, black Shit y'all just getting up on, I'm beyond that No time for crumbs, I really don't see them They just started living, just started having threesomes Just started having girls who like them That's why I got married cause my world ain't like them So why they keep telling those stories? Nigga, y'all square, nigga, this is my year, nigga