Queens Shit

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nas & Aasim] Yo I'm rich, black, the 6, the 'Lac The Phantom, the strap, stay on my lap I'm a hustler, ganja puffer, iron tucker I get ripped in the afternoons before kids get out of school They say Nas be fucked up, I'm up early actin' a fool Drivin' D.C., do drivebys on Lincoln statue High in my meetin's, leave the weed, sit the board room Stick up men in black fishermen hats as my goons Cameras zoom while the news paint views of baboons Wild cowboys saloons, from the womb to the tomb Through fashion week, fashionistas dress like Heidi Klum Snort balloon bags of powder an hour then I cruise Through avenues, where they say we was born to lose But shouldn't talk until they walk blocks in niggas shoes I lust for pretty bitches in designer stitches From rags to riches, in the trench sellin' crack from benches I come from poverty, now I crave money and all kinds of gold School of hard knocks, I made it to the honor roll Yellow tape, mark crime scene so call a hearse through Words that I disperse you to dirt [Verse 2: Nas, Nas & Aasim] Verse two gotta be all murder just like the first verse Timbs yellow like the hair on a Malibu surfer Yellow like my Harry Winston glistenin' arm, B Yellow like New York City piss-stained concrete [Verse 3: Aasim] Or black like some cherry molasses in wine glasses Or black like the White House lamp in Barack status Wonder why I broke black asses is paying taxes While the 1% they got mansions up in the Hamptons Black Aston, gettin' some head while I move through with speed Snatchin' this diva out her Louis jeans [Verse 4: Nas] I'm under Gucci covers like a movie scene Wakin' up to the Doobie Brothers "What a Fool Believes" With matchin' furniture all Gucci, maroon and green Italian mob said we can't let the moolie breathe [Verse 5: Aasim] So I'ma shine 'til my rhymes make my jewelry freeze Bulgari snake bracelets wrapped around my Nubi queen The final destination, black and white diamonds, no more segregation I bet a watch bezel could quench the thirst of several nations But yet I'm swimmin' in heated waters with preacher's daughters Fuckin' them off that cran' and vodka just completes my slaughter Vicky's secret, Polo boxers be the aftermath My pimp is ill, should teach a master class I'm out for cream, 'cause money may not matter to them others But paper's like my bitch, so I'ma chase her like a motherfucker I might abuse her, but I choose her as my bride And my wrath if I lose her, Lucifer couldn't hide Aas'll burn it down, whether in Ann's or Louis Vuitton I'm vicious Fits is Armani vintage, fuck with them Barbie bitches [Verse 6: Nas] Tats are hieroglyphics, lipstick on the collar I got more to lose than you do, but I'm a rider When did the rules change, y'all livin' trendy on pennies Meetin' deadlines with ease, no game You fire, I'm butane, Gator Timbs, ostrich belts These be the times that I surprise myself My niggas lookin' like black crows at pack shows The don boy stay pristine like I'm still 17