[Intro]
 Uh, uh, uh, uh

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 Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
 He's just nice, he just slice like a ginsu
 Look at the life that I been through
 I'm the last real [bad word] alive, that's official

 [Nas]
 Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars
 Who you thought 'Kick In The Door' was for?
 But that's my heart, y'all still trippin of this Jigga [bad word]  Real niggas listen up and I'mma tell you how the whole thing start
 Off top I [bad word] Queens up from hard times
 Rockin at the Fever, streets was all mine
 It was my version of the blues, droppin our schools
 The crack epidemic had rap representin [bad word]  So I, got in em shoes, tried em wore them
 Wasn't a perfect fit, so I couldn't sport em
 Young murderers ride, I knew all them
 Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warring
 I wrote it in my album
 I was 18 when Lake seen the Island
 And Lord held me down and
 My surroundings started changing
 I had a baby, I was making my rounds with AZ
 Niggas started noticing my flow and was open when
 The Golden Child closed em in with more style than them older men
 Puff tried to start a label, Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang
 Snoop and Dre had a new thang
 So Puff drove his new Range through Queensbridge Projects
 He let me drive it, before Ready to Die hit
 BIG and I hit blunts performing at the Arc
 Next thing you knew, BIG blew and all the balling starts
 He had Kim and his crew, I found Fox, only niggas in New York with number 
 one charts
 BIG was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon 
 My niggas, but dig it, they couldn't get along
 That's when Ghostface said it on the Purple tape
 Bad Boy biting Nas album cover, wait
 BIG told me Rae was stealing my slang
 And Rae told me out in Shaolin BIG would do the same thing
 But I borrowed from both them niggas
 Jigga started to flow like us, but hit with 'Ain't No Niggas'
 Had much Versace swagger
 BIG admired the Brooklyn knight and it took him in as Iceberg the rapper
 Today don't know nothing, about this [bad word]  There's more [bad word] than wanting to be this King of New York [bad word] 
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 [Nas]
 Rap became a version of [bad word] and Martin
 Rest In Peace Will, Queensbridge live on
 There's some ghetto secrets I can't rhyme in this song
 There's some missing pieces I had to leave out
 I had lot [bad word] for Steve Stoute
 At some point till I got to know him
 We old friends, but what's loyal?
 Puff soaked Interscope offices
 With champagne bottles on Steve, and Steve thought the drama's on me
 Cause previously it would have been, against whoever
 Friends forever
 However, I learn, with some niggas it's all business
 But I'm a street dude with morals
 To diss niggas with Jigga too much, he used to say Jay wanted my spot
 I laughed, stayed home, never hung a lot
 quiet man who used to be alone planning
 Baby moms thought I was too quiet, couldn't stand it
 She hit the streets, later on she hittin the sheets
 With a rapper who wanted me on his songs, thinking he strong
 I taught her how to watch for cars that might follow
 Tauht her street [bad word] that I know
 Her weakness was shine yo
 But that's her, I ain't mad baby, it made me stronger
 Now I get my paper longer
 Illmatic I was boss
 It Was Written I flossed
 One of the most creative LPs ever to hit stores
 In the Firm I learned I am Nastradamus
 QB's Finest, Oochie Wally, faced more problems
 I gave it all up so I can chill at home with mama
 She was getting old and sick so I stayed beside her
 We had the best times, she asked would I make more songs
 I told her not till I see her health get more strong
 In the middle of that, Jay tried to sneak attack
 Assasinate my character, degrade my hood
 Cause in order for him to be the Don, Nas had to go
 The Gam-B-I-N