Soldier Survivors

[Intro: Nas, DJ Green Lantern, Jadakiss & DJ drops]

Let’s go (Ah-ha!)

”Kick it to ‘em, man!”

Huh, and you say New York City

(Only describe us as soldier survivors)

Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh

(Only describe us as soldier survivors)

This is a Gangsta Grillz Invasion!

And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh

(Only describe us as soldier survivors)

Step into the ring

And you— ugh, and you— and you say London

Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh

Escobar!

[Verse 1: Nas & DJ drops]

Y’all wilding out on some stupid shit, just for the sake of it

No home training, hip-hop atheists

Tryna get your lil’ stripes

Fuck around and lose your low life

Here’s a jew-el: I know you all too well

You’re too frail; nickname: “Frail-ien”

I’m a pastor, the Esco-palian (The Evil Genius!)

Jackers, rappers: I baptize ‘em, chastise ‘em (Dramatic!)

This time, I gotta spank a young’un’

Discipline ‘em, bring a chipped tooth back

Crack babies can’t do the math

I’m the ruler, Haf, ugh

So I gotta point the Ruger, man

Publicity stunts, you still can’t fool the fam

We’ll spot you after

You can’t have it ‘cause you just a actor

Ain’t shit without your entourage

You too thugged, you all wild

Catch you alone, you’re all smiles—happy-face

Back in the day, there were codes and codes meant something

Nowadays, they all fronting

Snitching, talking, working with the boys

You ain’t built for that light, never reach for them toys

’S’not ice, that’s ZZ’s and mores and nights

Nas in the building, so it’s on tonight

Eight-seven, V-Live, allures is right

Shawty on my arm, she the boss’s wife

[Chorus: Nas & Jadakiss]

Huh, and you say New York City

(Only describe us as soldier survivors)

Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh

(Only describe us as soldier survivors)

And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh

(Only describe us as soldier survivors) Ah-ha!

And you— ugh, and you— and you say London

Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh (Yo, yo)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]

Feel me out, yeah, I got a million in the house

Show money, all from drug dealers in the South

Not a killer (Uh-uh), nah, I’m in the villa, chilling out

With your girl, pouring coconut Ciroc in her mouth (Ow)

I apply what you call “boss penetration” (Yeah)

Slugs fly, then you feel the cross-ventilation (Yeah)

Plus, I got enough bars to end the nation (Uh-huh)

You can’t understand ‘Kiss if you ain’t into Jason (True)

Knew I would be all right ‘long as the brothers felt me (Yup)

It’s no way they could hurt me—just help me (Yup)

Bumpy Johnson was rich, but he wasn’t wealthy (Haha)

Money isn’t everything, you’re happier when you’re healthy (Ugh)

I don’t chitchat (Nah), them things come gift-wrapped (Yeah)

Choppers that don’t make noise with no kickback

Right there in front of your mama, you get pounded (Ugh)

Treat the track like Rihanna, and “Chris Brown” it

[Chorus: Nas & Sheek Louch]

Huh, and you say New York City

(Only describe us as soldier survivors)

Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh

(Only describe us as soldier survivors)

And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh

(Only describe us as soldier survivors) Yonkers

And you— ugh, and you— and you say London (Ayo, Al-Qaeda!)

Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh

Ayo, Don-Don, I’m going in (Don-Don!)

[Verse 3: Sheek Louch]

Yeah, ugh, geah, what it do, New York City? (Brrrah!)

I wore shiny suits when I was down with Diddy (It’s okay)

You heard us going in when we was beefing with Fiddy (What up, fam’?)

But now, I’m not on that, I’m talking ‘bout growth (Uh-huh)

I always had bread, but never had the whole loaf (Nah)

Dolo, two women down, he tryna do both (Come here, baby!)

Fishbowl, step-tronics; CD, Delfonics

Your face like you was down with Onyx, yeah (Rrrrr!)

Cock the hammer, rock the bells, killing (Geah)

Spilling rose in the Panorama (Woo!)

Young Mr. Magic on one-piece pajama (Haha)

Ice-cube-lookin’ flash on top of the camera (Yeah)

Fan a picture off when you done with it

Now I have fun with it (Where you at, son?)

In Cabo, all out in the sun with it (Let’s go)

Donny, three-fifty-seven, long (Hehe)

Put the hammer in your mouth, Trey Songz (“Say ‘aah’”)

Geah!

[Chorus: Nas & DJ Drama]

Huh, and you say New York City

(Only describe us as soldier survivors)

Huh-uh, ugh-ugh-ugh, and you say New York City, ugh (Champ is Here 3!)

(Only describe us as soldier survivors)

And you— ugh, and you say ATL, ugh, huh-uh, ugh (Watch the mic work!)

(Only describe us as soldier survivors) Top Five, Dead or Alive

And you— ugh, and you— and you say London (Top Five, Dead or Alive)

Ugh, ugh, ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh, ugh (Top Five, Dead or Alive)