Nas: Is coming

The golden child chop that ass up you was holding out let the streets be the court and the corners hold the trial fatal not fictitious, I rock the cable 86 shit, foreign cars with crazy bitches, mad smoke makes me able to quote, soliciting, images of that murder wrote a provocative plan can bring a knot to my hand as the pyrimad can stan on top of the sand in the heat of the moment like Farrakhan said we need atonement bullet proof glass, 5-classes chrome kitted up calicones lifted up. I didn't get touched checking my nuts I stood up and lit a dutch knowing how these niggas tattle sneak move get the drop, one shot without the gun battle so when you run the lead travel I come through it's taboo 96 ways to clap chorus: NAS is coming, NAS is coming (repeat twice) In the black limo, jack daniels through the cracked window I spot the fake, red dot his face, like a Hindu snatched the symbol, ties his hand too make examples substantial amounts you owe the fram crew, firm affliation, paper chasin, chips glossy, rich pablo escabano, nacho cheese, I'm Castro. compared to these niggas who swear to be real but important the Hoffa NAS pleg kills, counting bills to send to all my jail niggas who fail from New York to L.A., Q.B. to C.P.I. for G.P. a hundred g cars, car sent a vega cigars, kani shit, mad jiggy the clout, murder material serial like it's something venreal but in stereo (chorus) From child birth hertzes, flow like the Nile, covered surface I bitch the fruit from the serpant, apocalyptic, get bent, stay splifted, control the rap game you got it twisted Dr. Dre way the bridge say, shake dice and kiss it, Chris plus the six with biscuit, jeep full of chickens, pull up aside, have a listen y'all, NAS y'all, fly gangsta wavy hair, teeth chipped and my shit bumped in the courtroom drunk links truck, rocky bracelet, cognac kernel never chase it, rap hero, black deniro, federal bureau, tapped my line and got zero. rap pro, diamond roll, hustling low profile, white gold style, raking bloody dough by the pile. shot down, still alive struggling for the phone these three words are sung