It's Mine (feat. Nas)

Shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yo, you know it Infamous ninety nine Infamous two thousand Ain't nuttin but thugs over here baby Yo Straight thugs on this side, it's do or die to the death Like the terminal ill takin' they last breath Read your last rites, God forgive me For the sin I'm about to commit, takin' a life Kill or be killed, rather that than somebody else Readin' my will, you feel what I feel, you know the deal Keep the infrared next to my bed, one in the head Hearin' noises, dead tired, eyes bloodshot red Sleep with half closed eyelids Some say it's strange, sometimes that's how strange life get Go easy on the bottle, niggas love to see when Niggas slippin' off point, on the strength they bet Scopin' your ice, appraisin' it like the Diamond District Jeweller With they hand on the biscuit Do ya, wanna get caught lifted, or sober, so you can react quick? Blow you off the atlas as if I caught you fuckin' my wife On my thousand dollar mattress It's the world that I live in, Q.B. made me A moms that loved me and a pops that raised me Y'all need to give it up We don't give a fuck What y'all niggas want Thug, life is mine Y'all need to give it up 'Cuz we don't give a fuck What y'all niggas want Thug life is mine I got the style of a stillborn child, I'm ill If it's beef, poke him with the fork, make sure he's done well (Very-very) The streets raised me crazy, now I'm immune to it So when they start shootin', we don't stop the music Keep it movin' that's how we do it (c'mon, c'mon, Dunn) Been through more drama than the Baldwins, you still crawlin' (still crawlin') Apply street rules to the office, high performance Rap author, made millions off of Melodic, hypnotic productions That'll fuck with your conscience and touch your emotions (You feel me? You feel me?) You feel me? I'll write a graphic page Escort niggas to they grave, relate to the projects We the black Mobb, it gets deeper than rap music (Don't get no realer than this) It's more real than any words I can muster Pull the black Cadillac trucks up (What?) Hop out them shits like what? Y'all niggas can't touch us Y'all need to give it up We don't give a fuck What y'all niggas want Thug, life is mine Y'all need to give it up 'Cuz we don't give a fuck What y'all niggas want Thug life is mine Silk shirts on my chest show what a flirt Halle Berry blew a kiss at the Barbara Streisand concert Silk pants colored pink, gators match gangster musical thing And I'll front like my doo doo don't stink Instinct like Cuba Gooding steppin' out the latest toy Hazard lights blinkin', gators hit the floor Everybody watch the red carpet entrance, cameras flashin' Just to think, that was yesterday's action 'Cuz today goes either way, we came a long way From hallway steps and hand me down shit Fuck my foes, I seen the other side, NexTel cell roam Call the chopper phone, heliport in my home, Quincy Jones posters Wake up, guns under my pillow, I can't talk around chauffeurs Shit is better than a novel, autobiographic Spit it on tracks, it becomes classic Start some, make my heart pump, spark one, I'm God son Nastradamus, last one to blast when the NARC's come Know how to leave anythin' in thirty seconds When you feel the heat, comin' and flee with the murder weapon I'll release one, shot you deceased, learn your lesson Your flesh turn to maggots, bastards, you past it Cremate your flesh to ashes You don't need a suit, no wake, no funeral, and no casket Y'all need to give it up We don't give a fuck What y'all niggas want Thug, life is mine Y'all need to give it up 'Cuz we don't give a fuck What y'all niggas want Thug life is mine Thug life is mine Thug life is mine Thug life is mine Ill Will You need to give it up, we don't give a fuck What y'all niggas want, we don't give a fuck Thug life is mine Y'all need to give it up, we don't give a fuck What y'all niggas want, thug life is mine