| [Intro: Nas (w/ Puff Daddy)] | |
| Escobar Season has returned | |
| It's been a long time, been a long time comin' | |
| It's life or death for me now | |
| But you know, there's no turning back now | |
| This is what makes me; this is what I am | |
| [Hook: Puff Daddy] | |
| You can hate me now,(Q.B.) but I won't stop now (real niggas) | |
| Cause I can't stop now, (Bravehearts) you can hate me now (c'mon) | |
| But I won't stop now, cause I can't stop now | |
| You can hate me now, you can hate me now | |
| [Puff Daddy] | |
| Well you hate me, I'm gon' hate you too | |
| It's as simple as that | |
| Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die | |
| You don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck | |
| Go down any way you want it to go down | |
| Weak, jealous motherfuckers | |
| Fuck y'all! | |
| [Verse 1: Nas] | |
| Don't hate me, hate the money I see, clothes that I buy | |
| Ice that I wear, flows that I try, close your eyes | |
| Picture me rollin', sixes, money foldin' | |
| Bitches, honeys that swollen to riches, Nas get in ya | |
| Most critically acclaimed Pulitzer Prize winner | |
| Best storyteller, thug narrator, my style's greater | |
| Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters | |
| Commentators ringside try watchin' my paper | |
| Almost a decade, quite impressive | |
| Most of the best is in the essence | |
| For this rap shit that I stand for | |
| Expandin' more to the big screen, Bill Gates dreams | |
| But it seems you'd rather see me in jail with state greens | |
| Want me off the scene fast, but good things last | |
| Like your favorite MC still makin' some mean cash | |
| First rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects | |
| But you still wanna hate, be my guest, I suggest | |
| [Diddy] | |
| Money is power motherfucker | |
| I got millions of thugs on salary | |
| [Hook: Diddy] | |
| [Verse 2: Nas] | |
| You wanna hate me then hate me; what can I do | |
| But keep gettin' money, funny I was just like you | |
| I had to hustle hard, never give up, until I made it | |
| Now y'all sayin' "that's a clever nigga, nothin' to play with" | |
| Hate on me, I blew but I'm the same O.G | |
| People warn me, when you're on top, there's envy | |
| Took my niggas out the hood, but you doubt on us | |
| Sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us | |
| My bad, should I step out my shoes, give 'em to you? | |
| Here's my cars and my house, you can live in that too | |
| Criticize when I flow for the streets, hate my dress code | |
| Gucci this, Fendi that, what you expect, ho? | |
| Nickname Esco, took this game to its threshold | |
| Best flow, I bet the whole U.S. know | |
| Try to make it like you the realest, but who the illest? | |
| Think we all know the answer to that, cause niggas feel this right | |
| [Diddy] | |
| You think I'mma come this far, and let you niggas stop me now? | |
| I hate you too! | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Diddy] I like this, I like the way this feels | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| It's a thin line between paper and hate | |
| Friends and snakes, nine millis and thirty-eights | |
| Hell or the pearly gates; I was destined to come | |
| Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs | |
| Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows | |
| Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one | |
| Took a little time to claim my spot | |
| Chairman of the board until this game stop, and I side with the Lord | |
| Ride for the cause while drivin' niggas shot at my doors | |
| Plottin' I'm sure, to catch me with they Glocks to my jaws | |
| Tried stickin' me up but I flipped on these ducks | |
| Instead of me, ambulances were picking them up | |
| Niggas fear what they don't understand, hate what they can't conquer | |
| Guess it's just the theory of man | |
| Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin' | |
| I'm as real as they come from day one, forever ballin' | |
| C'mon | |
| [Diddy] | |
| You ain't never seen a nigga like me, ever in your life | |
| And that's what you can't understand! | |
| [Hook] |
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