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Nas、J. Myers - The Art Of It
Written by：Nas、Pete Rock、Kay Gee、Treach、Vin Rock、Jamaal Sublett
Fire spitter I ain't never met a higher n***a
Me extinguished is like Queensbridge fiendless
Mansion marble foyer
I can afford a closet in alphabet order
A life Adidas under A the B for beater Bottega
British Knights sneaker my C so ill
That man
I get chills when I look at my Christian Diors they kill
D is for Dries Van Noten
Young n***as try to keep up with what I'm doing
D cups tequila and blunts
W**d women and liquor
Depending on the day is a different mission
They not knowing they wanna know what he got on
The QB Don went and got his Pete Rock on
Nas keep a fine b**ch to roll his w**d up for him
My n***as in Mount Vernon keep it G'd up for him
Speaking of G the gat I'm good with it
Hit your hood with it
44s never could miss him coming to see us
Glad to see you made it home to the hood n***a
We blowing trees tell me don't it feel good n***a
Damn it feels good it feels good don't it
La-la-la
Put that good sh*t in the air Yeah
La-la-la
N***as in the hood don't live forever My G n***as
As long as we together My QB n***as
We gon' put that good sh*t in the air Yeah
La-la-la
Another bullet manufactured another man in his casket
F**k maintaining that's lame language
Dust to dust ashes to ashes I duck quick
Seen fire flashes the type of fire that spit out a magnum
And I'm the type who runs to the drama
Looking for who clapping
Nike boot what I eat him he like food
Pulled out the barrel
Four-fifths rip through bone marrow
Make his toes spiral the dirt
While his feet kick up rock he's a sprinter
Police agenda lock up n***as for three winters
When I attack I'm faceless like a iron mask
They get away quick traceless lying back liars pass
I breathe deep like Lamaze class
Live young obtain wisdom and die last
Stretched out or in a body bag I ain't that
Live young obtain wisdom and die last
Damn it feels good it feels good don't it
La-la-la
Put that good sh*t in the air Yeah
La-la-la
N***as in the hood don't live forever My G n***as
As long as we together My QB n***as
We gon' put that good sh*t in the air Yeah
La-la-la
Look I don't have that much time candidly I'm in divorce
Rumors DUIs in and out of court
Different judges assault charges hovers on your boy
Other n***as' wives lust to be under covers with your boy
Y'all don't want an angry Nas on your label
Y'all got plenty checks CEO man
I'm only 36 but if it's point five on the table
I say with all respect my dude
Thank you we had the best times
But I'm about respect I'm about the talent I possess
Never know there could just be a time
When I'm behind your desk then let you go
Could you imagine Nas the exec
The artist on the masters controlling your release
Probably they wanna wait 'til I'm deceased to honor me
So my product'll be a big commodity
Not bothered if my son and daughter eat off of me
Cautiously I write this next line honestly
'Cause I'm a G there's no beef
I used to open off making fifty G's
But now I spend that on a diamond
To make her neck freeze
My larynx'll serenade the hood
I tell the cops my blood dirty
They say I'm all good
TMZ they hoping when the marriage end
I'ma turn to Larry Flynt
Nas is not the average gent I'm on my classy sh*t
Here's one small percent of what y'all in store to get
More real n***a sh*t
Damn it feels good it feels good don't it
La-la-la
Put that good sh*t in the air Yeah
La-la-la
N***as in the hood don't live forever My G n***as
As long as we together My QB n***as
We gon' put that good sh*t in the air Yeah
La-la-la
