Now let's get it all in perspective
For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with
Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice
But I ain't five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo
Grey Goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed
With finesse in a white tee, looking for wifey
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive [bad word] the city no doubt
But don't say my car's topless, say the [bad word] is out
Newness here's the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot with
Push the pool stick in your new crib
Same hand that you hoop with, swing around like you stu-pid
King of the town? Yeah, I been that
You know I click-clack, where you and your mens at
Do the Smurf, do the [bad word]  Baseball Bat
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back

[Hook]
They shooting – aw, made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Getting big money, playboy your time's up
Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at?

[Verse 2]
This ain't rapping, this is Street Hop
Now get up off your [bad word]  like your seat's hot
My live niggas, lit up the reefer [bad word] of the car, we got the streetsweeper
Don't start none, won't be none, no reason for your mans
To panic, you don't wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup
That's the way you get Timberland'd up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Baller convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift
Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept
All my [bad word] homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle four-forty

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I see [bad word]  yo, my mood is [bad word] I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk asses
Like Pun said, you ain't even en mi clasa
Maybach Benz, back seat, TV plasma
Ladies looking for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Let me feel how the head is
Females whose the iest is always the nastiest

[Outro]
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
I'm a leader at last, this a don you with
My nines'll spit, niggas lose consciousness