[Verse 1: Nas]
Million dollar homes, platinum filled with a lot of stones
Bitches on – every new nigga dick who rich
If the street could speak, if sidewalk could talk
Everybody business be heard, so I prefer
To blueprint every plan amongst fam clear
Don't wanna risk a billion dollar plan, the walls have ears
Meet at aquariums, me and the team, 'cause I'm preparin 'em
For everything I seen, who's the most feared, and why they scared of 'em
Well versed, we need to know who we have to kill first
Or how to know a ho from a Earth
Yo, they come in all shapes – skinny or tall
Easy to fall for the cake they throw when they walk
Most niggas wanna shine when it ain't they time
Coming up with styles mimicking mine
My infinite mind, has no beginning or end
Take out the ink, replace the blood in my pen
Thuggin' again
[Verse 2: Horse]
On-point at all times, regulatin' is a must
Adjust–your hustlin' state of mind 'fore you blow up
Success, brings along this hatred and envy
The games people play when your pockets lookin' empty
The dime droppin', woolie-smoker playin' poker
He gambles with his life and his cards are gettin' shorter
The young and reckless, pack gats inside they vests'es
From .22 to oowops, seeing who the freshest
I guessed this must be my time to exhale
I've been waiting so damn long that this rap shit is stale
Make it happen, in these streets, kids are clappin'
Fuck this rapping, seeing cheese hustlin' crack in
This 4-wheel drive, seat reclined, big wheelie man
Do a scam for direction, if it runs in my fam
Cross roads, cross breeds, cross over weak mc's
Horse man will always shine, never waste my time
[Verse 3: E-Money Bags, (Nas)]
Crime relation got my niggas time-facin'
In the line, pacin' the yard
All the gods, this one is for y'all
I never forget it, three times a week on the visit
Just trying to hold my head until I see the death of these snitches
I know some real ones on the run, keep in touch with they bitches
And you can feel what I'm sayin', I suggest that you listen
A victim of circumstance, the doe took me
A circle plan, designed by devious minds to worship custom vans
TV's with "fuck 'em" plans, keep them chicken cluckin', and
See me? I'm buckin' men, this life we stuck within
I know the way out, this light at the end of the tunnel
Spray out if I have to, in a heartbeat to clap, yo, a lap to
Another chapter, had to adapt to – this way of life
When you pour, make sure you spray it right
I know the game; found my destiny, it's best that we part
Before I act like a Sesame god – bust off severely
Make all my thugs feel me
For the lost crews that make the news yearly (Jump on it)
[Verse 4: Nas]
Most of my days, spent high
My niggas in the cage get by
Writing letters, Collect calls, and V.I.'s
G.E.D.'s, locked down, earning college degrees
OG's, who put us up on more G
How if I would've stayed in school for another grade
What I would've knew would've got me more paid
But I ain't mad, can't complain, blew like NASA
But what I would of learned might've got me here faster
Cold days, in the back of a train
Passengers' faces reveal laughter, while some show pain
Blind man come in askin' for some change
Now I'm in the Range or airplane – it ain't a fair game
How I end up, Benz truck, with my ends up
To prove City Housing, where there's plenty wilding
But there's many thousand of us
Prepared to do whatever the Higher Power ask of us
Flesh, to ashes, to dust, so that the whole world hear us
Don't you want it, nigga?
[Outro: Nas]
Want it, baby
Uh, I want it, baby
Dot, go on – ya want it, baby
Uh, jump on it, jump on it
I want it, baby
Uh, you want it, baby
Uh, I want it, baby
Ah, jump on it
