[Intro]
Yo this Nas niggas, what up?
QB Album coming, niggas Ill Will, Bravehearts
My nigga DJ Clue - put this shit on these niggas
Desert Storm baby 2000!
[Verse]
A drug dealer's dream - flip his last ki, get out the game
'Cause entertainment money now is off the chain
I put blunts in niggas' caskets, lost in the game
I learned to love pain, bodies burnt in the drug game
But I'm never gon' die, I never heard of death
Energy could never be destroyed, only the flesh
So when you niggas try to murder me with bullets to my head
This is why you can't kill me, niggas, I'm already dead, bring it
I'm bustin' bodies, fall in the cemetery
Black blood rainin' on the street, all you niggas buried, y'all
Niggas just came home, fresh out the state greens
Five time felon, thinkin' he jailin' in Queens
It's pitiful - what a bid could do, especially federal
Y'all young thugs wildin', see prison got a bed for you waitin'
I clapped that Satan but thought I was dreamin'
I woke up masturbatin' in the bed with demons
I cried with every bit of strength in my small body
This is the life I chose, under God I'm tiny
Hard to find me, I popped up, locked, shot up
You can't B.I., see I'm eternal, not luck
You get shot up, boxed-up next for the grave
Your flow is one dimensional, your level is 2nd grade
You're on top - what? Copyin' fuck
I said it first, you repeated
Your false crown covered in dirt - defeated
Y'all niggas all hail, the King is dead
He runnin' like a bitch with his tail between his legs
Stillmatic, still eye for an eye, wanna be God
You're just the next rapper to die, fuckin' with Nas
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