作词 : Gibbs, Lordan, Nas
Now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment  a song y'all can step wit'
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five O  y'all know it's Nas yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro

Only describe us as soldier survivors

Stay laced in the best  well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin' for wifie
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive thru the city no doubt but don't say  "My car's topless"

Say  "The titties is out"  newness here's the anthem

Put your hand up that you shoot with  count your loot wit'
Push the pool stick in your new crib  same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stupid  king'a the town  yeah I been that
You know I click clack where you and your men's at

Do the Smurf  do the Wop  Baseball Bat

Rooftop like we bringing '88 back

They shootin'  made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money  playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas  Where them dimes at

They shootin'  made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money  playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas at  Where them dimes at
This ain't rappin'  this is street hop
Now get up off your ass like your seat's hot
My live niggaz lit up the reefer
Trunk'a the car we got the street sweeper
Don't start none  won't be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Ball or convention  free admission
Hustlers  dealers and killers co'move swift
Girls get close  you ca' feel where the tool's kept
All my just comin' homies  parolees
Get money  leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face  you people so phoney
Pull out my waist  the Fagle Fo Forty
They shootin'  made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin' big money  playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas  Where them dimes at
They shootin'  made you look

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Gettin' big money  playboy your time's up

Where them gangstas at  Where them dimes at
Bravehearts  Bravehearts  Bravehearts  Bravehearts

I see niggaz runnin'  yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out  show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box  my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
Like Pun said  "You ain't even En Mi Clasa"

Maybach Benz  back seat  TV plasma
Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose  whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thorough bred is  show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
And I like a little sassiness  a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag  pass the fifth
I'm a leader  at last this a don you wit'
My nines'll spit  niggaz loose consciousness