to God, it feel like every day is my birthday Let the top down, California's my birthplace So I'ma take you there like B.I.G. took niggaz to New York "Juicy" had us
my dues, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin' homage 'cause you've paved the way for me, yeah [Verse 1: The Game] I swear to God
brothas Now they teenage mothers Care about the AIDS in Africa 'cause we they brothas Regardless of how they portrayed, I can see they love us It bring
, jungle popped one in his shirt I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth We saw the cameras, tape recorders, and the monitors They eyein' us, NaS
witness don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight Suspect witness don't come outside You might get your shit pushed back tonight Dear God
To guide you through this cold world And Ia??ll see you through [Verse 1 - Nas] Two steps away from death, a vest and a holster I detest detectives arresting us
When I reminisce over you my God I said You hear me on the radio I see you on the TV show Hurts to know I love ya so Should have left yo ass a long
make us better Usin' the light from my wings to make us fly together Guide my people to a place like what you imagined My duty now is to God There's
money, the hood don't love me The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me And I got noooo place to gooo They bomb my village, they call us killers
harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows
us The wild rebeleous, hell yes, niggas is whack, we pack dust Official Nas niggas back us, can't fuck with us Umm, my gun's wettin' like a open hydrant
your mind, one time [Nas] Yeah whatever [LP] One time 4 your mind, one time [Nas] Yo whatever [LP] One time 4 your mind, one time Aiyyo Nas (whattup
streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasin' brothers The DA's on the roof, tryin' to, watch us and knock us And killer coppers, even come through
God Specialist, iciclist, Woolridge collar Feelin' the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's why Broke niggaz who got heart God, sign 'em
up, we John Blazin, Don up in the line up Chorus Verse Five: Fat Joe It's simple mathematics, you gotta love us Cause Joey Crack plus gat equals
my web too You my queen, God bless you Picture us married, you and me K-I-SS-I-N-G I remember the first time, girl, you and me F-U-C-K-I-N-G Girl, picture us