Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
AZ
AZ
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Lyrics
Leshan Lewis
Leshan Lewis
Songwriter
Shelene Thomas
Shelene Thomas
Songwriter
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Songwriter
Nas
Nas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Gregory
Paul Gregory
Assistant Engineer
Kevin Crouse
Kevin Crouse
Mixing Engineer
James Porte
James Porte
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
L.E.S.
L.E.S.
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, peace king Peace king Listen, they wrote a book on your life Right You think anybody'll read it? No fuckin doubt! Let's make history homie Aight then You know we bought the hoes clothes and money rolls to the table No fuckin' doubt It's time to manifest this Shit, we the flyest, nigga Bring it to a whole, y'know? Gangsta nigga Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shining, so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Counting out stacks and macking out hoes Pushing big dicks and packing our chrome We the flyest gangsters Follow; I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me Homicide can't scare me I obide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga The type that can build with ya Verbalize, bring life to a still picture, it's God-given Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty Truly my only duty is to dodge prison Play with me, I'm modest till them strays hit me Regardless the circumstances I'mma stay filthy Dough forever, the live stay low forever And fuck niggas, 'cause it's hard to keep them close together One dependant, no wife, one co-defendant No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shining, so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Counting out stacks and macking out hoes Pushing big dicks and packing our chrome We the flyest gangsters I do what I can do, when I can do it Feel how I feel when I feel what I'm feelin Live how I live, it's only 'cause I've been through it Learn to try it, like to eat it and, shit, it's nuttin to it Burn it, light it, weed it and off the liquor While drivin' outside, I'll never catch a vehicular homicide My music is a description of my vibe, of course My life, my sites, my thoughts, what I like on my fork 'Cause you are what you eat, you eat what you can You pray to bless the food but first you wash your hands To wash away them bad spirits, don't bring it in your home Once you let them in they stayin', evil be gone, say it I'm proud of Mase for giving himself to the Lord Wonderin does Faith, think about Big anymore Of course my nigga Horse got married, see shit is changin' We ain't these little niggas no more, running dangerous I like to bone, I'm a peaceful brother Eat up so much the girls call me seafood lover Be having they legs shakin, stab 'em, break 'em I'm Hercules, Hercules when havin' relations, the flyest Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shining, so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Counting out stacks and macking out hoes Pushing big dicks and packing our chrome We the flyest gangsters We put this on the soul of our born As we hold the Quran Kamikaze style Older cats coaching us on Yo, it's kill or be killed Understand, real'll be real A forty-shot spectrum make your whole embassy kneel Identity sealed, protected by Our energy shield And fuck a drop, 'cause that's that shit that got Kennedy killed Close the books Was taught never expose a crook Between the knight and the bishop Wanna knock ya rook I'm a rare breed, never had a fair to lead I ain't light niggas recite Too impaired to read We both hard hit just like Camacho and Vargas, who's the target? Now watch how we close the market, motherfuckers Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shining, so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Counting out stacks and macking out hoes Pushing big dicks and packing our chrome We the flyest gangsters Niggas better watch ya back, it's so cold Pinky rings shining, so act like y'don't know Bitches in heat for niggas that got dough We the flyest gangsters What you don't got is my natural glow Counting out stacks and macking out hoes Pushing big dicks and packing our chrome We the flyest gangsters
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Anthony S. Cruz, Leshan Lewis, Shelene Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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