glamour life Yo, it's the motherfucking Don Cartagena The leader, Terror Squad cleaner Leave your family crying for you like Argentina, Mira Sweet dreamer like Nas
all with the new groove It's not hot that when I'm blockin' your phone number You call me from over your best friend's house And it's not hot that I
m storming with lead showers And I'm murderous, common is formerly Nastradamus I'm going for the top regardless Pretty Boy Floyd, the rotten tooth king Ghosts of my dead friends
be back Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing the new And improved, you know who Never been the type to bend or budge The wrong button to push, no friend
Yo, Green Lantern man. You know how we do man. We shittin' on niggas dot com It's a fuckin' invasion you bastards We a problem [Scratches "Invasion" - Nas
Intro: Killah Priest] Good evening ladies and gentlemen Welcome to +Priesthood+ If you purchased this album from a store Or you got a copy from a friend
the ones pimp us all sellin death for Murder Dog The imagery is dead-ly so what the fuck? Interscope ah better hope we never knowin and bringin the ruckus Like Nas
Yeah, what, you, uhu, c'mon Yeah, yeah, what? Nasty Nas, Virgo, Ludacris, Virgo Doug Fresh, as we go, somethin' like this, Nasir Baby girl, won't you
Nas: Yo Yo Puffy: Gansta Gansta Nas: Gansta Yo Puffy: That's Right Nas: Journey Through the life of some real niggas Puffy: Some real niggas You'
the money I see, clothes that I buy Ice that I wear, clothes that I try, close your eyes Picture me rollin', sixes, money foldin' Bitches honeys that swollen, the riches, Nas
hallway Talkin' all day, 'bout the stupidest shit Like if we got rich, what would we do with our chips? And who was our favorite rappers, it was Nas
busy drink pissy Wanna lay your love But your love wanna kiss me, huh I got a fly team, me and my guys Gleam like high beams Makin' the killin' off Of friends
I had straight ds i wasnt in trouble much Either you do my homework for me or ima fuck you up Moms lied for me told her friends i was a nice student
baby boy yeah oh oh yeah yeah (repeat) nas uh she says nas show me the inside of your benz im just tryna show you trust and the beauty of being friends
Oh oh, yeah yeah, oh oh, yeah yeah Uh, she says, "Nas show me the inside of your Benz" I'm jus tryna show you trust and the beauty of being friends They
everybody got gold, you see it Still pimpin' 'cause we all got hoes, you see it Still rich 'cause we all got shows, you see it A couple of friends but
man Old cribs I sold, y'all drive by like monuments Google Earth Nas, I got flats in other continents Worst enemies wanna be my best friends Best friends
listen to Blueprint, your all hustling backwards Shout out to my reall niggas, Birdman, Styles P Kiss my nigga Sigel, know them Philly niggas wild b Snoop you insane cuz, Bun you a trill one Nas