The N

[Verse 1: Nas] It's the late night greasy spoon patron Poolhall making Big bets, midsection got the 8 in Dior Christian pimping Got that penal system diction Riffing, you don't want it you snitching Spit a few at a traitor with that new AR Try to kill me I'm the leader, that's coup d'etat Streetsweepers in that Coupé all black Bitches want my chipped tooth back Steel mac, so my kufi never gets smacked Squeeze a fifth with a grip as I dip From the paparazzi Still playing numbers you can't stop me Still wearing bundles, and spark weed If I ever say 'Queens get 'em', you know they got me Success, scandal, bone deep, personal beef So lead by example, or get trampled Since Hip Hop Is Dead, this is the N Congratulations in order cause we did it again [Hook: Nas] Don't hate me now, congratulate me now I'm still getting it and don't even love the doe Don't hate me now, congratulate me now I'm still ripping, and I don't even love the hoes Still getting it and don't even love the doe Steel gripping it, you know that I tug the fo' Stay splifted cause you know that I love the dro [Verse 2: Nas] The style is taboo, the chain's offensive Brain on airplanes, Gucci frames are vintage The two Tec Don in Yukon's and Benzes Chicks who suck other chicks tits like infants (wow) The Apprentice but not Trump I'm the nigga with Glocks and pumps That you don't see much Sucker free from chumps Homes with cobblestones in front of 'em He's got guns in cummerbunds, so understand you under son Don't make me have you running from a hundred guns Don't make me grab your only son I'm coming from A place Tanqueray and weed's the only escape From phonies who hate When you rolling with papes That's why the god party with juicy models They mob me, the gnarly, Charlie Luciano - hardly Have to tell y'all, I kill y'all For spitting songs that involve me nigga Original verbal assassin, have to carve me a nigga [Hook] [Outro] Yo this is Nas, Queens own Hip Hop Is Dead so put this shit in your vein Queens Own Queens Own