Nas: Queens get the money

Eh yoQueens get the moneyNiggas still screamingPaper chasingWhere presidential candidates is planning wars with other nationsOver steak with MasonsPregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangstersTheir daddy's facelessPlay this, by your stomachLet my words massage it and rub itI'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love itTell him his name's NasirTell him how he got hereMama was just having fun with someone above her yearsNiggas is still hatingTalking that Nas done fell off with rhymingHe'd rather floss with diamondsThey pray "please God let him spit that Uzi in the army linenThat shorty doo-wop rolling oo-wop in the park reclining"Take 27 emcee's put them in a line and they're out of alignmentmy assignment since he said retirementhiding behind 8 Mile and The ChronicGets rich but dies rhymingThis is hot scienceNow add 23 more from Queens to B-moreI've over their headsLike a bulimic on a seesawNow that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same timeNasty NasdaqY'all going to bow holmes, it's Dow Jones.80 cal chromeNeeded time alone to zoneThe mack left his iPhone and his 9 at homeMy queen used the milkshake to bring y'all to my slaughter housesI do this for the group home kids in boarding housesThis is that nigga shit that's on the albumFor the niggas inside the chalk line in 40 housesBring back ArsenioHip-hop was abortedSo Nas breathes life, back into the embryoLet us make man in our imageSpit it, I'm Huey P in Louis V throwing Molotov for EmmitYou aint as hot as I isAll of these fake prophets are not messiahsYou don't know how high the sky isThe square milage of Earth, or what pi isI'm the shaky hand that touched Geogre Foreman in ZaireThe same hand that punched down devils that brought down the towers