Everything Is Real

[Nas]

Alka Seltzer... in this motherfucker... I gotta take shit

Ay there go my book... I been looking for this book

What, What... Yea

[Nas]

I ain't seen as much death, nor seen as much crime, since the blackout in Queensbridge in 79'

Everybodies a killer now... pimps, playas, and dons

Shorties on the block, push drops and carry on

Niggas look through our window, where ever we drove

Through the tint, to see if the Benz is matching the clothes

We the Queens Kings

I used to view the cats that I owe... see things...

That made me real, but my skin and my soul

Girls who turned hoes

Friends who turned foes

Bad luck niggas who bring Death where ever they go

Never sleep, it feels better to know... it's all real though!...

[Hook:]

Everything Is Real... And... Where We Heading Now... Up to more Money... It be More Fun... Leave with Mo' Bitches... and Carry More Guns

Where We Heading Now... Where We Going Yo... Getting Real Son... We Gon let It Flow... Leave with Mo' Bitches... And Be More Dough... It Be More Fun... Holding More...

[Nas]

How the hell, are we supposed to excel from the street...

Where the Jakes Crew face young kids who wanna eat

Quantum Leap to this Black World, Hustlers, and Ghettos

Cell mates, millionaires, who tussle with the Devil

Bust a lil metal lead (led)

Wrestle you... to the pebbles... on the hard gound

That's if the God's down

It's a struggle, brothers jump bail

To come chill with they niggas on the block, with them rocks for sale

On the hard with the god Shapelle... a Queens Conrad

Yo run and come with the dime bag

[Shapelle]

Yo, Yo-Yo

Ayo I need dat

I got to smoke dat...

Sell me some Chunky Black

[Nas]

So I could smoke away the pain

Try to find my brain

But the thought still remain

Yo it's on again

Once the jail take these chains

Cause I been through it

The drug game I thought I knew it

I got knocked, went to trial

But I blew it

25... but only lived 20 years of my life

Took 5 from me

Got me wrapped up like a Mummy

Now I'm in the system... aka the Devil's Home

Where they tell you where to eat, sleep, shit, and use the phone

Now I'm living with... drug dealers, and chain stealers...

Bitch niggas, who got knocked and turned squealers

Imagine sharing a cell with a rehabilitated addict

Who love fucking with faggots

But I sip alot of Savage

I sat him down, and made him study mathematics

Now I'm sitting in the cell thinking...

About this reefer I'm a get this weekend

On the V.I. (visit)

I rather be... uh, dam, dam

[Fades Out]