Nas (feat. Lauryn Hill) "If [bad word] the World (Imagine That)"
Intro: Nas (Lauryn Hill singing in the background)

Life..... I wonder....
Will it take me under.... I don't know

Verse One: Nas

Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassin
Imagine going to court with no trial
Lifestyle [bad word] blue behind my waters
No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters
Days are shorter, nights are colder
Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra
The world's hot my son got not evidently
It's elementary, they want us all gone eventually
Trooping out of state for a plate knowledge
of coke was cooked without the garbage we'd all have the top dollars
Imagine everybody flashin, fashion
Designer clothes, lacing your click up with diamond vogues
Your people holdin dough, no parole [bad word]  go in raw imagine law with no undercovers
Just some thoughts for the mind
I take a glimpse into time
watch the blimp read "The World Is Mine"
 [bad word]  Lauryn Hill, Nas

If [bad word] the world Imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love em love em baby
Black diamonds and pearls Could it be, if you could 
be mine, we'd both shine
If [bad word] the world Still livin for today, in
these last days and times

Verse Two: Nas

The way to be, paradise like relaxin black, latino and anglo-saxon
Armani exchange the reins
Cash, Lost Tribe of Shabazz, free at last
Brand new whips to crash then we laugh in the iller path
The Villa house is for the crew, how we do
Trees for breakfast, dime es and Benz stretches
So many years of depression make me vision
The better livin, type of place to raise kids in
Open they eyes to the lies history's told foul
But I'm as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold Child
Seeing things like I was controlling, click rollin
Trickin six digits on kicks and still holdin
Trips to Paris, I civilized every savage
Gimme one shot I turn trife life to lavish
Political prisonner set free, stress free 
No work release purple M3's and jet skis 
Feel the wind breeze in West Indies
I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse themes to Willies
It sounds foul but every girl I meet to go downtown
I'd open every cell in Attica send em to Africa
 [bad word]  Lauryn Hill, Nas

If [bad word] the world Imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love em love em baby
Black diamonds and pearls Could it be, if you could 
be mine, we'd both shine
If [bad word] the world Still livin for today, in
these last days and times

And then we'll walk right up to the sun
Hand in hand
We'll walk right up to the sun
We won't land
We'll walk right up to the sun
Hand in hand
We'll walk right up to the sun
We won't land

Verse Three: Nas

You'd love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry
Duck down in car seats, heat's [bad word] from Jake, gettin chased, hunger for papes
These are the breaks many mistakes go down out of state
Wait, I had to let it marinate we carry weight
Tryin to get laced, flip the ace stack the safe
Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop camera
Makin moves in Atlanta, back and forth scrambler
Cause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich
Still nobody want a [bad word] havin [bad word] If [bad word] the world and everything in it, sky's the limit
I push a Q-45 Infinit
It wouldn't be no such thing as jealousies or Felonies
Strictly living longevity to the destiny
I thought I'd never see but reality [bad word] Better find out before your time's out, what the [bad word] ??
 [bad word]  Lauryn Hill, Nas

If [bad word] the world Imagine that
I'd free all my sons, I love em em baby
Black diamonds and pearls Could it be, if you could 
be mine, we'd both shine
If [bad word] the world Still livin for today, in