The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation

Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A.

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it



Verse One: Kool G Rap



Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream?

With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam

Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty cali's

Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley

Up in casinos just me and my dino primo

Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos

Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad

We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half

Three major players gettin papers by the layers

And those that portray us on the block get rocked like Domateus

Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters

that'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas

Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our Giorgio Armani's

You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole army

The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola

Slangin a Coke without the Cola

Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one

It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son



Chorus



Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

A team from out of Queens with the american dream

So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream

(repeat 2X)



Verse Two: Nas Escobar



Yo I got, guns from Italy, smoke trees, considerably

Mid-state and Green it seems, is where all my niggaz be

The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor