Rich and Black (feat. Nas)

And regardless to how much power you have When God sends prophets and messengers They don't care nothing about your power Because they come from Thee power Rare nigga, I'm a wonder, your best success is my worst blunder Feds tapped the number Jury Jacqueline Onassis could appreciate Weed to alleviate the pain, Eddie Kane, Richard Pryor, pinky ring Watch ya conduct nigga, full pardons for my niggas that's livin' You guessed it, models, y'all keep 'em if they anorexic Love 'em but can't trust 'em, hate 'em but won't bust 'em Cake in the savings, spinning wisdom it's like a custom Tats of Hieroglyphics, lipstick on the collar I got more to lose than you do but I'm a rider When did the rules change? Y'all livin' trendy on pennies Meetin' deadlines with ease, no gain You fire, I'm butane, gave the Timbs ostrich belts These are the times that I surprise myself My niggas lookin' like Black Crowes at packed shows The don voice stay pristine like I'm still 17 I'm rick, black, African, rockin' a golden Mack Trailing leather Gucci leggings on my back Willied by some hoodlum in the trench Rinse these niggaz, 86 gazelles, dicing their defense Mike Tyson disciple, trifle with my pen, it's a rifle 16 ways to shoot you through your Chrysler duke Exhalin' with niggaz the jails argue Bring the best niggas to the table, I'll sick 4 of my whales on you Custom wooded speakers rock Elise's Run from polices, dump on creatures, holidays with preachers Stainless Steel watches ostrich turtlenecks, here's the deal If we can't come in, they can't have the field Bones ya Sisco, murder instrumentals Kanye porsche rap, how many horses live official? I run with generals that flash Uzis in interviews My shit is deep, we fly swimming dude 2 gotta be all murder just like the first Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer Yellow like my Harry Winston glistenin' arm B Yellow like New York City piss stained concrete That's right yo, who voted toastin' in the wind? Las Vegas odors, what you know Leave it right here, we go to the Lotus Put a package on your head, be promoted Keys in effect, paying these dumb fuckin' D's off a donuts I hate to see you acting like a slave To get an advance here, an advance there Because somebody else controls your destiny I'm rich, black, umbrella calico captain Wes Craven with a blade and a black From hood ornaments, junkies win awards in my tournaments My shit is listed like informants pics You know we order hits, planes fire, niggas is sure to get ya Whether in Costa Rica, Lisa she's sure to twist ya Eatin chow lo mein with chopsticks, glocks with aim Watermelon chips, pop some pain From all the riches niggas forcing out they feelings kid Whether in hallways or boats, now feel us kid Out in Alaska in the Astons, remember my passion Hungry wolf who never eat in his castle Bolivian connects wrestlers yeah Chef ambidextrous, quick to back you in like the Lexus shit Hunted by the FBI, we gracious More demonstrations shit is tough milk it, carnation It was the Shaolin The Shaolin? Never Never? The poison your master drunk is familiar to the Shaolin Monks We don't talk, you're gonna die My lord, enough Quiet down There's no point to it, he's just like his master He's not gonna tell you