[Intro]
42nd street terminal

[Verse 1: Nas]
Yo, yo, I live it and I speak it
My religion is reefer
Big moneyin' to most, an uninhibited freak to sleep with
My visions are realistic, nothin' is figurative
I can wish it into existence, God want this [bad word] to live
Blunt big as a dread, I get high and forget who bled
Who we stomp-kicked in the head and who we left for dead
Who are you niggas? Why argue niggas?
The [bad word] is the [bad word]  I really put my scars on niggas
They wear them lifetime, they tell they hoes, "Nas did this"
Pointin' to they scars like, "Right here, baby, really Nas did this"
Like a badge of honor, not braggin' I'm just honest
War stories we tell them, nothin's realer than karma
Sip prohibition liquor, prohibition whiskey
Rap Jack Dempsey, matte black Bentley, pimply
Shatterin' your silence, passin' 'round the chalice
Due to my Indian ancestry at the weed dispensery
Official kings and gents is who I mix and mingle with [bad word] your ice, I [bad word]  amethyst
I'll [bad word] your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood [bad word]  ghetto glamorous

[Break: Large Professor]
Yo, what we talkin' 'bout niggas?
What we talkin' 'bout niggas?
This is Nas, what, Nas
What, Nasty, what, recollect, [bad word] 
[Verse 2: Nas]
At seventeen I made seventeen thousand livin' in public housin'
Integrity intact, reppin' hard
They askin' how he disappear and reappear back on top
Sayin', "Nas must have naked pictures of God or somethin'"
To keep winnin' is my way like Francis
As long as I'm breathin', I'll take chances
[bad word]  home, twenty years old with no legs
Sayin' there's no sense to cry [bad word]  just go 'head
So much to write and say, yo I don't know where to start
So I'll begin with the basics and flow from the heart
I know you think my life is good cause my diamond piece
But my life been good since I started finding peace
I shouldn't even be smilin', I should be angry and depressed
I been rich longer than I been broke, I confess
I started out broke, got rich, lost paper then made it back
Like [bad word] bein' up down up, play with cash

[Break: Large Professor]
My [bad word] s like a [bad word] Nas, we push it, mush 'em
Queensbridge to Bushwick
Harlem, Bronx, all that
You ain't even supposed to be here
You know where you at?

[Verse 3: Nas]
At night, New York, eat a slice too hot
Use my tongue to tear the skin hangin' from the roof of my mouth [bad word] was felissimo, melted pot, city sweltering hot
Staggerin' [bad word] than those cops that 2pac shot
I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin', soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin'
When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
Token man safe behind a locked door for sure
Minor thief [bad word]  minor league [bad word]  beastin'
Lookin' for the juks young, but now we older chiefin'
In my [bad word]  play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick
Buggin' on how his imagination was so sick
It's ghetto beef, sinister niggas snicker through yellow teeth
Alcohol agin' my niggas faster than felonies
How dare I? Must be, somethin' in the air that [bad word] me
Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease
I'm here y'all

[Outro]
This for my trapped in the 90's niggas
For my trapped in the 90's niggas
Ha, for y'all niggas