| Song | This Thing of Ours |
| Artist | Nas |
| Artist | Rick Ross |
| Artist | Omarion |
| Artist | Wale |
| Album | Self Made Vol. 2 |
| Sometimes | |
| I get so fucking paranoid | |
| Reminiscing on how them bricks keep going back and forth | |
| I ask the | |
| Lord for everything | |
| I lack and more | |
| Last thing on my mind was slamming | |
| Caddy doors | |
| I just made up my mind, | |
| I'm grinding like a boss | |
| Dedicated our lives, sacrifices we lost | |
| Fatal mistakes, talking laws of attraction | |
| The paper | |
| I'm making, | |
| I upgraded my fashion | |
| Everything tailor-made, flossing's my passion | |
| Loyalty came first, number one rule in the faction | |
| Follow my actions, came in in '06 | |
| Planted my flag, bitch, | |
| I'm taking no shit | |
| I toted them toolies, | |
| I bullied the bullies | |
| I made a few hits, my bank account | |
| JewishNiggas is minor, the money manure | |
| I'm thinking like | |
| Heinemann, | |
| Godfather the 4th | |
| It was never filmed, therefore never seen | |
| It was never him, that's what these haters scream | |
| I wrote the script, | |
| I was sipping lean | |
| Now meet the myth, | |
| I brought along my triple beam[Hook: Omarion] | |
| This thing of ours | |
| It's so mafioso | |
| You ain't never know though | |
| Never gon' know so | |
| No never, no never, no never | |
| No, no, no, no[Verse 2: Wale] | |
| This reefer the sweetest, got me thinking much deeper | |
| They don’t rap for a reason, this is rather convenient | |
| Spend money with my team, make my money from hustle | |
| Women love you for fee, niggas hate you for nothing | |
| Never hate you in public, better let they eyes tell it | |
| Ain't even 5’11″, what the fuck you guys scared of | |
| I’m a loose cannon, screws damaged | |
| And I do think hip hop music needs some newer standards | |
| Hardest working conglomerate, and that's word to my mama | |
| Getting up in they mental, get ‘em outta their garments | |
| Adamantly coming at whoever call up for drama | |
| Just know that | |
| DC, Philly, | |
| Ohio, Miami got us | |
| Private jet over water, natty dread, got no barber | |
| I see Feds, | |
| I go that way, that | |
| DMV shit taught us | |
| When you young and you black, they see you as a target | |
| So before them | |
| Foamposites get ya lawyer in order[Hook][Verse 3: Nas] | |
| The don of all dons, since y'all wanna call me something | |
| All of a sudden, niggas ball and stunting | |
| Y'all just started pulling on | |
| HavanasPull ya card, ya spineless, where ya heart, | |
| I know where mine is | |
| A don is one who accept things he cannot change | |
| Only thing | |
| I accept I cannot change is getting old and dying | |
| Gold medallion over my son chest, he’ll hold it down when | |
| I sunsetWhat does death mean to me? | |
| I never owned the concept, | |
| I was here | |
| I’m just a spirit, let's get one thing clear | |
| Everything segues into each other | |
| One thing is just an extension of the other | |
| My kid to me, | |
| I am my children through history | |
| Upstanding men and stand up women | |
| I am existing | |
| I was conceived to break bread with kings and make connections | |
| We haven’t met yet, my reputation you’ve stuck with | |
| Until we have our formal introduction, that’s enough | |
| But every male is not a man | |
| So some of those that will hold out they hand won't understand | |
| This thing of ours[Hook] |
| Sometimes | |
| I get so fucking paranoid | |
| Reminiscing on how them bricks keep going back and forth | |
| I ask the | |
| Lord for everything | |
| I lack and more | |
| Last thing on my mind was slamming | |
| Caddy doors | |
| I just made up my mind, | |
| I' m grinding like a boss | |
| Dedicated our lives, sacrifices we lost | |
| Fatal mistakes, talking laws of attraction | |
| The paper | |
| I' m making, | |
| I upgraded my fashion | |
| Everything tailormade, flossing' s my passion | |
| Loyalty came first, number one rule in the faction | |
| Follow my actions, came in in ' 06 | |
| Planted my flag, bitch, | |
| I' m taking no shit | |
| I toted them toolies, | |
| I bullied the bullies | |
| I made a few hits, my bank account | |
| JewishNiggas is minor, the money manure | |
| I' m thinking like | |
| Heinemann, | |
| Godfather the 4th | |
| It was never filmed, therefore never seen | |
| It was never him, that' s what these haters scream | |
| I wrote the script, | |
| I was sipping lean | |
| Now meet the myth, | |
| I brought along my triple beam Hook: Omarion | |
| This thing of ours | |
| It' s so mafioso | |
| You ain' t never know though | |
| Never gon' know so | |
| No never, no never, no never | |
| No, no, no, no Verse 2: Wale | |
| This reefer the sweetest, got me thinking much deeper | |
| They don' t rap for a reason, this is rather convenient | |
| Spend money with my team, make my money from hustle | |
| Women love you for fee, niggas hate you for nothing | |
| Never hate you in public, better let they eyes tell it | |
| Ain' t even 5' 11, what the fuck you guys scared of | |
| I' m a loose cannon, screws damaged | |
| And I do think hip hop music needs some newer standards | |
| Hardest working conglomerate, and that' s word to my mama | |
| Getting up in they mental, get ' em outta their garments | |
| Adamantly coming at whoever call up for drama | |
| Just know that | |
| DC, Philly, | |
| Ohio, Miami got us | |
| Private jet over water, natty dread, got no barber | |
| I see Feds, | |
| I go that way, that | |
| DMV shit taught us | |
| When you young and you black, they see you as a target | |
| So before them | |
| Foamposites get ya lawyer in order Hook Verse 3: Nas | |
| The don of all dons, since y' all wanna call me something | |
| All of a sudden, niggas ball and stunting | |
| Y' all just started pulling on | |
| HavanasPull ya card, ya spineless, where ya heart, | |
| I know where mine is | |
| A don is one who accept things he cannot change | |
| Only thing | |
| I accept I cannot change is getting old and dying | |
| Gold medallion over my son chest, he' ll hold it down when | |
| I sunsetWhat does death mean to me? | |
| I never owned the concept, | |
| I was here | |
| I' m just a spirit, let' s get one thing clear | |
| Everything segues into each other | |
| One thing is just an extension of the other | |
| My kid to me, | |
| I am my children through history | |
| Upstanding men and stand up women | |
| I am existing | |
| I was conceived to break bread with kings and make connections | |
| We haven' t met yet, my reputation you' ve stuck with | |
| Until we have our formal introduction, that' s enough | |
| But every male is not a man | |
| So some of those that will hold out they hand won' t understand | |
| This thing of ours Hook |