1-800-Nas&Hit

(No, my brother, you've got to buy your own) Yeah Yeah, woo Yo, it's like the box sets Star Wars, Fast & Furious franchises Six projects, six sagas, it's hood science 4 A.M. infomercials telling you where to buy it 1-800-Nas&Hit, all six like a greatest hits No, my brother, you got to cop your own Whether we did diamond or hardly sold We did it for our soul Hop out the V and park by Neiman Marcus Hope I don't see a snatch and grab They shop for free, I pay the charges Straight up If Huey was a rapper He would say some wild things over a sample, think about it Shh If Malcolm was a rapper He would say some shit over the breaks Come out with neck snappers, I promise Shh They would be singing the same song as me Probably not killed by the CIA or the industry Know where black hands be on black Glocks No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot 1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with no politics And when you talk to us make sure you talk to us with common sense This one is goliath, big, leaped over a giant bridge Called my counterparts, I told 'em they gotta try this shit Let's win Let's win Let's win Let's win Finally killed the King's Disease, I see what a genius see Unclutter your mind for once, let me set the scenery Put down the diamonds and blunts, put down the wine and the cups Put your ideas in play, it ain't what it seem to be Don't get stuck in the Hollywood shuffles Did a show they snuck in the trailer and stole the duffle You thinkin' major, they thinkin' tiny, they tried to Deebo Please don't remind me the reason I bought these Desert Eagles Got Ron Isley age difference on my missus wishes Hit a store the receipt look like a Christmas wish list Cougars waist trainin', salute, amazin' ain't it? Health, I praise the single mom life, casual datin' I can put a love story on the silver screen Then put the song in the trailer, you see it in-between The nightly news and the shows you be watching on the sofa She text me, "Come over, let's play your discography" She in disbelief just from my 2020's run I'm the inspiration, I ain't gotta look for none This one is goliath, big, leaped over a giant bridge Called my counterparts, I told 'em they gotta try this shit We holding leadership conferences Ha, yeah For the hood, for the kids Let's win Let's win Let's win Let's win Credits Roll Six albums, in how many years? We having fun A crazy run Time flies Dial the number 1-800-Nas&Hit That's 1-800-Nas&Hit Leave us a message Let us know when y'all want us back again We'll spin the block to be there for you Nothin' but love Hit-Boy on the boards Your man, the maestro himself, Mr. Jones It's just natural like That's what it gotta be Shout the engineer, David Kim I know we been drivin' you crazy, you like, "What? Again? Another one? You just- when do y'all take a break?" Shoutout to Gabe, Big Double, Peter My man Ant Saleh Did you ever imagine? Aye yo Shout out to my man Big Hit, just came home He already takin' over the whole shit, ya know Shoutout to C3 That's third generation He be in here goin' crazy in the studio Having fun, watching cartoons, playing video games While we recording, vocaling That's my man! Shout out Big Des and Knight It's all about the next generation That's what we here for The next generation Of course to Jung, the crew, the family Big Lef, Modo, Jav Kevinsky My geysers Che, what up? All my peeps, yeah (Haz) I said Haz (you said Haz?) Yeah, let's hear it back Hazimoto Too many to name Em, The Company Exit, what up? Mass Appeal Annie, everybody, thank you Peace