Az] This is what they want

[Nas] What you say?

[Az] This is what they want

[Nas] Can't hear you man

[Az] This is what they want

[Nas] Speak the fuck up...What!



Nastradamus, skama lit

Know when I wreck

Flow when I'm set

I got the chips to make a lotus my whip

Gold on my neck was once a code of respect

For highrollers and becks, now its those of braguettes

Prefer a mack 10 over a tech

No matter sober or wet, I smack soldier condects

Trees it might've jacked my hype back

Famous phrase "nigga light that"

Hoes that you fuck asking where your ice at

Dun, its all about playboys when we were young

Could only get tongue, then finally we could cum

Bustin hoes, gazzling 4-0's

Crack blitz in 86, you turned hustling pro

>From bottles to holding seven in your hand

To pay debts, to get to the crack, unscrew the can

Gleam blunted hundred sack embowed with a seam on it

We got it if the fiends want it

The whole block singing the same theme "dawn it"

Fuck it too many crabs in a bucket

If its icework, I'm gonna chuck it

Fuck it, you gotta love it



Chorus:

[Az] This is what they want

[Nas] Fuck it! You gotta love it

Repeat 3 times



Some girls get emotional, fanatic extremis

Compulsive with malice incentives

The foulest of bitches, hung on my riches, her childish wishes

Be suspicous, of those sleeping with fishes

Them hoes, conspicuous and it shows

Tricking his doe, kicking his flow, slipping you fold

So when your clique roll, I let my clips go, niggas on opposite poles

I got that confidence sewed, for those locked in a hole

In humane living hostile opposed, to live on the streets

Proper from my top to my toes, aeropostale my clothes

Burning niggas in surburbans with liquor

Prosperous foes, finicky foul niggas

See niggas and blacks there goes a loud difference

Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens

You can't be a kingpin when you snitching

Regardless, we still make you a target

We shoot you in jail, chrome objects hit you in your own projects

It's street economics, this rhyme was edited, credited, thru ebonics

Miserable cats, hunger paining

Get off your ass stop complaining

My crew be in Montego Bay migrating

Marinating while you home waiting your arraignment

This thuglife you claimed it, I made millions of entertainment

Now back in the hood certains cats, they wanna kill me

They icegrill me, but on the low they feel me

You gotta love it.