The golden child chop that ass up you was holding out

let the streets be the court and the corners hold the trial

fatal not fictitious I rock the cable 86

shit foreign cars with crazy bitches

mad smoke makes me able to quote

soliciting images of that murder

wrote a provocative plan can bring a

knot to my hand as the pyrimad can stan

on top of the sand

in the heat of the moment like Farrakhan said

we need atonement bullet proof glass,

5-classes chrome kitted up calicones lifted up.

I didn't get touched checking my nuts

I stood up and lit a dutch

knowing how these niggas tattle

sneak move get the drop, one shot

without the gun battle

so when you run the lead travel

I come through it's taboo 96 ways to clap



chorus:

NAS is coming, NAS is coming

(repeat twice)



In the black limo, jack daniels through the cracked window

I spot the fake, red dot his face, like a Hindu

snatched the symbol, ties his hand too

make examples substantial amounts

you owe the fram crew,

firm affliation, paper chasin,

chips glossy, rich pablo escabano,

nacho cheese, I'm Castro.

compared to these niggas who swear to be real

but important the Hoffa NAS pleg kills,

counting bills to send to all my jail niggas

who fail from New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.I. for G.P.

a hundred g cars, car sent a vega cigars,

kani shit, mad jiggy

the clout, murder material serial

like it's something venreal but in stereo



(chorus)



From child birth hertzes, flow like the Nile, covered surface

I bitch the fruit from the serpant,

apocalyptic, get bent, stay splifted,

control the rap game you got it twisted

Dr. Dre way the bridge say, shake dice and kiss it,

Chris plus the six with biscuit, jeep full of chickens,

pull up aside, have a listen y'all, NAS y'all, fly gangsta

wavy hair, teeth chipped and

my shit bumped in the courtroom

drunk links truck,

rocky bracelet, cognac kernel never chase it,

rap hero, black deniro,

federal bureau, tapped my line and got zero.

rap pro, diamond roll,

hustling low profile, white gold style,

raking bloody dough by the pile.

shot down, still alive struggling for the phone

these three words are sung