Bossed Up

[Intro: Nas] Every fucking day (3), everyday niggas Look around niggas (3) What you gon' to do 'bout it nigga? (3) What you gotta say 'bout it nigga? (3) That's right (3), that's right (3) Run all over y'all niggas (3) What y'all gon' do 'bout it? (3) (Chorus: Nas) Uh, Bossed Up when we roll (3) Uh, Bossed Up in control (3) Uh, Bossed Up when we roll (3) Uh yea, Bossed Up in control (3) Always, Uh, Bossed Up when we roll (3) Yea uh, Bossed Up in control (3) Yea uh, Bossed Up when we roll (3) Bossed Up in control (3) (Braaaaave) Tossed up and get folded (3) [Nashawn] Yo, it ain't nutting else to do but party Life is to short, you'll get bodied Killers do killings for hobbies I want a bad singing bitch to ride by me Like Whitney did Bobby With the future I'll take Ashanti I'll settle for actress like Halle Who workout and keep a tight body Love how I polly probably We into money like Bill Cosby Kill somebody in your crib Like Jayson Williams shotty did With no accidents Tryna to keep my hands on these Presidents Til I'm a veteran, mind over medicine, Coke game to Heroin Nigga only die once, you can't be dead again Another bitch in my bed when you got here Popped off in Delaware, top price to fight anywhere New years, it's Nashawn coward On them corners niggas get devoured I spit outage, straight foulness, where you're crowded Clowns get... straight lynched, nooses hanging over the tree Tell your self you can't fuck with me, BITCH! (Chorus: Nas) [Nas] Riding in my city on haze Eyes on a million and one ways To get paid and my goose is cooked Rocking gear that some boosters took Either mass market or target I maneuver the look From soul food to Nobu, I'm schooling the cooks Studio, old school, or pro tools, nigga, I'm O'Douls That means no booze, I only gets greens I got a inf beam that lay on the fifth lean That sprays up your clique team Indigenous but frivolous, different whips riding sideways Nas pays attention to the littlest shit? Mentioned by itty-bitty rappers with their chitty-chatter Encircle their soul, purple, I smoke O's Perverse verses poke holes, nigga, I birth flows Tatted, fitted hat, savage, y'all aggie Line us up, ask me who fathered their style I say, "I the pappy" High in the backseat, flat feet Passerby's think I'm an athlete Chris Childs or the rapper Lil Scrappy So I sign their name, just as happy Diamond chain, wrist is flashy Times change, but this nigga's still nasty